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Nicky worked the bar with Joe, stealing small glances at him as they moved around. He had only been back at work for just over a week, and out of hospital almost two weeks.

He had no idea what had happened that day, he didn’t remember taking the pills or falling down the stairs. What he did remember was Joe being there when he woke up.

Nicky still wasn't sure what to make of him, he had gone to Sebastian and told the guy what he was feeling, looking for an explanation. Sebastian just smiled at him and told him that as soon as he works it out, to come back, as it was something Nicky had to find on his own.

He’d yet to work it out.

“Here’s your change.” Nicky said to the guy at the bar, dropping the money in his hand so Nicky didn’t have to touch him.

Taking a step back, he glanced at Joe, seeing him laughing with one of the customers. Nicky couldn’t get enough of that smile, it made him smile to. It also made his heart beat faster and his skin grow hotter.

Pulling his eyes away, Nicky carefully picked up Joe's soup cup and blow on it. Joe had made his favourite, ham, chicken and cheese, though Nicky had yet to tell him. He hadn’t even told Joe he was drinking it.

Enjoying it to much, Nicky drank the whole cup, Joe had put more cheese in then normal, and a slightly different kind by the taste of it.

“Oh no.” He panicked, for he always made sure to not drink it all, that way Joe would get some and full the cup up. Looking around, Nicky quickly poured more out with shaky hands, not seeing Joe's eyes on him. Unable to help himself, he then had some more, before putting it down and stepping away.

“Can I help?” He asked the lady that came over, standing patiently for her to decide, but his eyes went to the soup, then to Joe. He looked so much happier now, Nicky wondered what had changed.

“Sex on the beach please.” She said, making Nicky nod slowly.

“One second.” He squeaked, then ran to Joe.

“Joe, I need help.” He said, hugging himself to look smaller, in hopes Joe won’t be angry at him for asking.

“What with sweetie?” Joe asked, making Nicky smile and blush as his fingers got so very close to his mouth.

“What’s a sex on a beach?” Nicky asked quietly, making Joe move closer to his mouth to hear him.

“I'll show you.” He smiled, seeing Nicky relax more.

Nicky watched as Joe made the drink and handed it over, before they both went to take the money.

“Oh.” Nicky said in shock as he ended up holding Joe's hand instead, as Joe got the money.

“Oh indeed.” Joe smiled, not moving an inch, letting Nicky take all the time he needed. His eyes were fixated on their joint hands. Then his brain caught on to what was happening.

“Oh. OH.” He said, pulling away, eyes wide, face red. “I’m um….” Then he ran of towards the office.

“Sebby!” Nicky called running in, making Sebastian jump up in panic. “We held hands!!” He said, running over into Sebastians arms. “See?”

Sebastian laughed as Nicky held his hand up, as if Sebastian could see what had happened.

“That’s great news.” He said, hugging Nicky tighter. “I’m guessing you both enjoyed it?”

“Very much so.” Nicky nodded, looking back at his hand. He just couldn’t stop smiling. “Do you think we could do it again?”

“Only one way to find out.” Sebastian grinned, walking with Nicky back out the office and towards the bar.

Joe looked over and smiled when he seen them coming, it only got bigger when his eyes landed on Nicky.

Feeling very shy, Nicky moved behind Booker and gently pushed him forwards. Then kept hold of his shirt as he poked his head around Sebastians shoulder.

“Joe, I understand you and Nicky held hands?” He said, knowing what Nicky wanted.

“It was an accident. I’m didn’t mean to upset him.” Joe panicked, making Booker smile more.

“You didn’t upset him my friend. Far from it.” Sebastian said, trying to get Nicky from behind his back, but he wouldn’t move. “He would like to know if he could hold your hand again. Though I don’t see how, as he's hiding behind me.”

Peaking out again, Nicky very bravely held his hand out from under Bookers armpit. Looking over the moon, Joe reached out and held Nickys hand.

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Dante and Adam walked down the street, they had been together for ten months now and still things felt all over the place.

“Why’s it so cold.” Adam said, pulling his hood down more, before fixing his oxygen tubes going to his nose.

“Called winter, love.” Dante said, pushing the button to use the road crossing.

“I prefer spring or fall.” Adam mumbled, making Dante chuckle. With a small huff, Adam got ready to cross, but jumped when something touched his hand, instinctively pulling away as he looked down. To see Dante pull his hand away also.

Guilt filled Adam as they crossed, because Dante had never tried to hold his hand before, and now they was stuffed in his pockets.

With a sigh, Adam moved to let people pass, and ended up on the outside of the path, only to realise Dante wasn’t quite keeping up.

“Dante?” He asked, turning to see where he was, worried Dante didn’t want to walk with him anymore.

“You belong on the inside.” Dante said, trying to move Adam in without using his hands. Confused Adam moved, trying to work out what was going on.

“Why?” He finally asked, as they got walking again.

“Because that’s were I want you. On the inside were it’s safer.” Dante said quietly, making Adam smile.

Getting slightly closer to Dante, Adam thought of how Patrick would handle this, but came up mostly blank, for he would cover Dante in love and gently tease him. Adam and Dante was nowhere near ready for that.

Instead Adam slowly put his hand into Dantes pocket, almost pulled away when Dante jumped. He didn’t know what that meant, did Dante not want his hand there? Was he mad about Adam pulling away?

Then Dante answered the questions by moving his slightly, and taking hold of Adams.

“Your hand is cold.” He said, moving Adam to one side and taking his other one. Holding both of Adams hands in his own, Dante blow on them, trying to warm them up.

The very next day, Adam had a new part of warm knitted mittens. But unfortunately he would always forget which pocket he put one in, just so Dante would warm him up.

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Nicky looked at all the ingredients on the side, this will be the best cake every, if Joe stayed out the way and done as he was told.

It was Sebastians first birthday with them. Even though he had many birthdays with the pair around, this one was extra special because he was now apart of them. Nicky still couldn’t believe it.

“Joe, can you crack the three eggs into this cup for me please.” Nicky said, as he sorted out the flour.

“Do they need whisking before being added?” Joe asked, breaking the first into the cup. Seeing Nickys watching him from the corner of his eye.

“Nope, I just don’t trust you not to get shell in it.” Nicky said, moving onto the chocolate powder, pulling a face when the dust blow everywhere.

“Really?” Joe deadpanned with a huff. “I think I can manage something so simple.” He said easily breaking the next egg, showing of as he did so.

Nicky just looked at him unimpressed, as he mixed the powder together.

“Fuck.” Joe said, making Nicky sigh. “Shit that’s quite a lot.”

“Now you see why the cup was needed.” Nicky said, adding the butter and sugar. “I’ll need them soon, so best get the shell out quick.”

“Come back here.” Joe growled after five minutes. Nicky had long since finished mixing everything he had and was now waiting on the eggs. “Can’t we just mix the shells in?”

“No.” Nicky said from the floor, where he sat fussing over lady fluffybottom, smiling when he head Joe cursing the eggs again. “We need to get a move on Yusuf. Seb will be back within 15 minutes. And we still need to mix up a second cake.”

“Gotcha.” Joe said with a triumphant laugh. “See hunny, I told you I was the best.” Turning to smile at Nicky, Joe laughed more at the unimpressed look on his husbands face.

“Now mix the eggs into that bowl. Then it’s ready to cook as we make the next one.” Nicky said getting of the floor. But not before giving his little lady a kiss.

Nicky looked at the two cakes as happy as ever. They had decorated one each, and they looked good. Nicky had covered his in some butter icing then tipped chocolate sweets all over the top. Though he did think he should of done more buttons and less m&m and smarties.

Joe had used a piping bag, to make nice little swills around his cake. Then tried writing out ‘happy birthday Sebastian’ on it, but ran out of room on the top line for birthday, so it read ‘happy birthd’ then the a and y squished in and unreadable.

“Sorry I'm late.” Sebastian called as he walked through the front door. “ Hello lady.” He said to the cat as she ran up to see his.

“How’s Peter?” Joe asked. Sebastian had texted him saying he had ran into the boy and will be late back.

“Getting by.” Sebastian sighed, as he took his shoes of. “The army has put him up in a house share with some friends. So hes not completely alone. His dad’s funeral is in three days.”

“Poor thing.” Joe sighed, finishing the washing up.

“Something smells good.” Sebastian said, going to walk over, only to have Nicky jump into his arms.

“We made you a cake.” Nicky said. “Well two cakes, but ones for tonight. Oops.”

Sebastian laughed as Nicky covered his mouth, trying not to spoil the surprise party he already knew about. For it wasn’t the first time Nicky let it slip, Joe had all but given up on trying to talk their way out if it.

Sebastian knew, Joe knew that, everyone knew that, but he would still act surprised so Nicky will be happy.

“So where's this cake of mine?” He asked, kissing Nicky head and walking towards the sofa, after seeing Joe with some candles. Sebastian couldn’t wait to see it, then eat it. He may even let Joe and Nicky have some.

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Adam ran back into the kitchen and grabbed up the oven gloves.

“Please don’t be burnt.” He begged as he opened the cooker and took the cake out. “Fuck.” He spat, all but throwing the tray on the side. Somehow he had burnt the outside, yet undercooked the middle.

“Stupid, unless, fucking piece of shit.” He said to himself, kicking a cupboard door. “Can’t do fucking anything.”

“Adam?” Dante said from their bedroom, making him jump. Dante should of been in the shower still, but there he was, wearing his dressing gown, stood by their door, his damp hair dripping down his front.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Adam said, his voice sounding anything but fine, and the wiping of his eyes showing he waan’t.

“Adam, sweetheart.” Dante said softer, walking over to him.

“Just don’t.” He snapped, pulling away from Dante. “I just screw everything up.” Adam whispered, looking at the cake he started to cry. “I just wanted it to be perfect.”

“And it all be.” Dante said, because he wanted that as well. It was the twins first birthday with them. They hadn’t had a good one in years, the three men were determined to change that.

“Let me get dressed. Then I'll run to the shop and get more eggs and the right kind of flour.” Dante said, picking up the plain flour Adam had used. “Then I will help you. We'll need to make two cakes, I refuse to make them share.”

“Dee are you sure this is right?” Adam asked as he added some milk to the mixture.

“That’s what this website says.” Dante said, rechecking his phone. “I’m just going by this, love. I’ve never made a Victorian cake.”

“Victoria sponge cake.” Adam corrected, snatching Dantes phone. “At least you've got the right name on the recipe.”

Adam didn’t even look fazed by the glare Dante gave him as he took his phone back and moved the page to where they was.

“Next put the cake into a preheated oven. Did we preheat the oven?” Dante asked as both men turned to look at the cold oven. “Shit. OK, turn that onto 200 and leave it for to heat up. Then we'll put the cakes in.”

“Look at that.” Adam smiled as he brought the cake out the oven, it was perfect, a beautiful golden brown colour. “You did it Dee.”

“We did it. You done just as much as I did.” Dante said, holding onto Adams hips from behind as he looked at the cake. “Now get the other one before it burns.” slapping Adams ass, Dante moved out the way.

He wished he had his phone on him, so he could record this moment and send it to Patrick. Adam looked so proud of himself as he got the other cake, his whole face and eyes lighting up with joy.

“Thank you for helping.” Adam said, for some reason going shy and blushing.

“Come here my prince.” Opening his arms, Adam easily stepped into them. “Once they’ve cooled down, we'll make a start on the cream and jam.”

“Um… how do you make cream?” Adam asked, making Dante snort a laugh.

“God I love you.” He said, bring Adam in for a kiss.

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Joe sat in his art room with one of his thinnest paint brushes in hand, trying to get a picture finished for Dante. He had asked for it months ago, and though the guy never told Joe when he wanted it by, Joe was still feeling the pressure, especially as they’d be moving soon.

It didn’t help that when Joe tried to add Adam to the original painting, it made everyone of center and not in proportion. So he had to start again.

“Joe.” Nicky called, walking in and over to him. “Joe, I want love.”

With a sigh, Joe put his brush down and held his arm out, because he had been good all day. Sebastian was busy down in his office and Joe had been in here since this morning, leaving Nicky on his own.

“I love you.” Joe told him, kissing his head. “Now I need to get this done.”

Tapping Nickys ass, Joe waited for him to move, but he just pouted instead.

“Nico, please let me continue the painting.” He asked kindly, making Nicky pout more and cross his arms.

“No. Love me.” He demanded, making Joe sigh again. He had been in a great rhythm and didn’t want to lose it.

“I do love you. But I am busy. Now please move, I will not ask again.” Joe warned, then to make his point, picked the paint brush up.

“No.” Nicky moaned, taking it of him and throwing it across the room in a tamper.

“Nicolo, what did I tell you?” Joe growled, having to stand his ground when Nickys eyes started to water. “Now go to your room and think about what you’ve done.”

Bursting into tears, Nicky ran to their bedroom. His mind not telling him the truth of what happened, just that he was a bad sub that upset his Dom.

Jumping onto the bed, Nicky pulled the covers over his head, then made a small gap for his lady to join.

“I hope you're hungry!” Sebastian called as he walked through the open front door, to see the main area empty. Confused, he made his way to Joes art room, where he sat with a hand in his hair, looking stressed at the painting.

“Joe. My love. How long have you been sat there?” He asked, putting his bag of take out food down and walking over. Very carefully he removed Joe's hand from his hair and rubbed it.

“8 I think. Why? What’s the time?” Joe asked, looking around as he came out of the daze he'd been in.

“Almost half one.” Sebastian said, helping Joe to his feet.

“Shit, I lost track of time.” Joe said, it wasn’t the first time, it always happenes when he was drawing or painting. “I should of seen to Nicky by now.”

“Sorry?” Sebastian asked, looking at Joe with weary eyes.

“Nicky came in wanting love, then throw a tantrum because I didn’t stop painting.” Joe sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I grounded him to our room and he’s been in there ever since.”

With a look that said it all, Sebastian turned on his heels and walked away, almost ran away, to get to their bedroom.

Nicky stayed hidden under the covers with his cat, even after he heard Sebastian come home, because Joe hadn’t been to say he could move yet.

He had been in here for over an hour, not only was he hungry and thirsty, but he really needed the loo as well, yet he stayed put. Because Joe was angry at him. He no longer loved Nicky. Why would anyone love someone so worthless as him?

“Nicky, Mon chaton. Daddy's here now baby.” Sebastians soft voice cut through the other voices. Helping to calm his tears. “Come here my baby.”

Carefully the blanket was moved and Sebastian leaned down to him, wrapping his arms around the sub.

“I’m sorry.” Nicky cried, he still wasn’t sure what he was sorry for, but he knew he needed to say it.

“Shhhh it’s OK, you're OK.” Sebastian whispered, so very gently stating Nicky up so he could go on Sebastians lap as he rocked Nicky in his arms. “My precious sweetheart, you’re OK.”

“I need a wee.” Nicky whispered, hiding his face in Sebastians shirt. “Please can I go toilet?”

“Of course baby. Come let me help you.” Sebastian cooed, carefully walking Nicky to the bathroom. If he was younger, he would of happily carried the man.

Sebastian walked out the bedroom half hour later and just looked at Joe, the guilty one he got back did nothing to stop him from feeling angry.

“He’s asleep.” Sebastian said bluntly, then moved to the kitchen. “You need to do better Joe. Before you say anything.” He said holding a hand up as he opened the fridge and Joe stood. “I understand why you grounded him, I would of done the same. But then you forgot about him.”

Sebastian had to stop himself from slamming the fridge once he had the milk and grabbed a pan from its hook.

“I’m sorry Seb.” Joe whispered, having walked over and opened a cupboard. “I only have two days to finish this painting and it’s not going as planned.” He explained, handing the hot chocolate powder over, Sebastian snatching it from him, showing Joe he was still mad.

“I understand, I do. We all make mistakes, we’re only human.” Sebastian said, turning the hob on to boil the milk. “When I had my first little. My only one before Nicky. I made mistakes. Do you know what I did?…. I learnt from them and found classes to help me. We can not punish them then forget about it Joe.”

“I know and I didn’t mean to.” Joe said, getting the cream and marshmallows ready. “I’ve been looking for classes Booker, but there isn’t one near here. Nearest is in Queens.”

“OK.” Sebastian said, thinking. “Then we do our own. Hold our own classes here in the club for the caregivers and little. And you best be there to learn.”

“I will be.” Joe said, hugging Sebastian from behind and kissed his ear. “I love you, but if you don’t mind, I have a little sub that needs more love right now.”

“Go on ahead. I’ll be in soon.” Sebastian said, turning his head so he could kiss Joe's lips. “Love you to.”

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Adam held Cassie tighter as she cried, Dante had only just taken the toy, after asking her to pick it up of the kitchen floor three times. It was now in their room, on the second to top shelf in their wardrobe.

“Dee please.” Adam begged on Cassie behalf, for he hated seeing her cry. “I think she’s learnt her lesson.”

“Nope, she’ll get it back when she shows she can pick her things up.” Dante said, standing his ground.

“But its her favourite doll.” Adam tried again, not understanding how Dante could just sit there on his laptop and be unaffected by this.

“Then maybe she’ll not leave it laying around next time.” Dante said through grit teeth, sending Adam a hard look. “You know what. I’m gonna have a shower. Hopefully we're on the same page when I get out.” Adam just glared at Dante as he walked away and into their room.

Adam waited with Cassie, still hugging his distressed child until he heard the shower start up, then he moved.

“I’ll be back in a second hunny.” He told her, slowly moving her onto the sofa. “Just stay here for a second.”

Walking into the bedroom, Adam peaked through the gap in the bathroom door. He could just about see Dante through the frosted glass. Turning he quickly opened the wardrobe and grabbed the doll, trying not to laugh at the thought that Dante couldn’t reach the top shelf.

“Here you go baby.” Adam said walking back to the sofa and handing it over. The smile Cassie sent him made all the guilt he felt for going behind Dantes back dissappear.

“Thank you daddy.” She said giving him a hug.

Dante walked back downstairs that night, after saying good night to the kids. He hadn’t said a word about Cassie having the doll back, but he’d not spoken to Adam unless giving a one worded answer.

“Going to bed.” He told Adam and Patrick, they both knew something was wrong, Patrick had been tip toeing around the house since he got home from work. For some reason they took that as a sign to join him, and got of the sofa, turning everything of.

“Danny?” Patrick asked as they followed him into the bedroom. “What’s wrong?”

“Ask him.” Dante spat, not looking at them both as he got Patricks testosterone patch ready and set up Adams inhaler onto its face mask.

“What the fuck did I do?” Adam snapped back, snatching his inhaler from Dante, as Patrick slid from the bed to hide on the floor.

“You went behind my back.” Dante said. “I told you she’d get that damn doll back in time. But did you listen? No! You went behind my back and undermined me. We're supposed to be a team and working together.”

“Well I'm sorry I can’t stand seeing MY children cry.” Adam bit back, throwing his inhaler on the bed. “And we are a team, but they are MY kids, maybe you would feel the same way if they was yours.”

Dante just stood and looked at Adam, unable to get to the tear that fell fast enough. Because for months he had thought of the kids as his own, he loved them like his own, but here Adam was, telling him that Adam didn’t see Dante as their parent. It hurt more then anything they could of said to him.

“I’m sleeping on the sofa.” He said, grabbing a pillow from the bed and walking of, hearing Patrick quietly try to call out to him as he closed the door.

“Deedee, you awake?” Adam asked as he and Patrick walking into the sitting room around midnight, leaving the bedroom door open so they could hear Jacob.

“No.” Dante grumbled, laying on the sofa, his arm going over his face, using the blanket that lives on the back of the sofa to keep warm.

“Can we sleep out here with you?” He asked, felt like he had to ask. Patrick had no problem in climbing ontop of Dante and laying there.

“What’s wrong with the bed?” Dante asked, holding his hand out to take Adams and pull him closer.

“He fell asleep for 45 minutes and had a nightmare.” Patrick said, wiggling around to get comfy.

“And I'm sorry for what I said.” Adam said kneeling down by Dantes face, leaning his head on the guys arm. “I’m just scared that I'm doing everything wrong. And I maybe a bit jealous that they love you more, because you're so good with them. I just want them to be happy.”

Adam felt Dante sigh as he slowly moved, using his arms to keep Patrick safe as he turned onto his side so he could face Adam.

“They don’t love me more, maybe the same as you, maybe less. Definitely not more.” Dante said, as he struggled to keep Patrick from falling of the sofa. The guy refused to move somewhere safe, and was now hanging on the edge. “That’s why I'm uncle D and you're daddy. But we need to raise them as one, we need to work together. If you say no, then I respect that and say no when asked. If you don’t want my help in raising your kids, then I'll take a step back.”

“No, don't.” Adam said quickly. “Because I have no idea what I'm doing. But maybe tomorrow we could go over some rules or something, so can work together and raise our children to be great adults.”

“I would love that.” Dante said, bring Adam in for a hug. “Now let us get to bed. I’m to fat for you both to fit on here with me.”

“Not fat. Perfect.” Patrick came out with, snuggling his face into Dantes belly. “Sleeping on this tonight.”

With a laugh, they all moved back into bed, where Dante had to sleep next to Adam and not using him as a pillow, because Patrick was using them both as his bed.

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Nicky yawned and stretched as he woke, turning to look at Joe. His face dropping to one of panic, Joe’s face was pale and his breathing wasn’t as good.

“Yusuf?” Nicky said quietly, resting his hand on Joes over heating body. “Please don’t die.” He begged, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Mmm not dying.” Joe mumbled, then started to cough badly. Full of panic, Nicky jumped out of bed and ran.

“Sebby!!!” He screamed, pulling his front door open and running into Sebastians, banging on it. “Sebby!! Help me!!!”

Sebastian opened the door looking panicked himself. Luckily he was an early bird and had been ready to start his day.

“Joe’s dying.” Was all Nicky said before running of again, Sebastian hot on his heels.

“Joe!” Sebastian shouted, running into the bedroom where he could hear coughing. “Oh Joe.”

There he was, laying in bed with the flu.

“Da-sebby. Help him.” Nicky cried, pushing Sebastian closer to the bed, before sticking his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them loud and fast. “I don’t want Joe to die.”

“Oh sweetheart. Joe isn’t dying, love. He’s got the flu.” Sebastian said kindly, hugging Nicky close. “Let’s get him something to eat and drink. It’s very important to keep him hydrated.”

Nicky sat at the end of the bed with his legs crossed watched Sebastian feeding Joe canned soup.

It was nothing like what Joe made, and Nicky refused to even try it, as far as Nicky was concerned, it was Joe's homemade soup or nothing. To get his point across he had made gagging sounds when looking at the can.

“Feeling better?” Sebastian asked, putting the empty bowl to one side and running a damp cloth over Joe's forehead.

“Thank you sweetheart.” Joe mumbled, forcing himself to keep his eyes open so he could look at Sebastian. “ But you need to go to work.”

“I’ve told Andy I'm taking the next three days of.” Sebastian said, picking up the water. “I’m not leaving your side my friend.”

Patting Sebastians knee, Joe started to cough again, making Nicky worried and hide under the bed sheets.

“Nicky, baby.” Sebastian said, moving them slightly. “Be a big boy and get Joe some fresh water please…. And more tissues.” He added when Joe blow his nose.

Nodding, Nicky got out of bed and stood tall, because he was a big boy and could do this.

For two days Sebastian stayed by their side, helping Nicky look after not just himself, but Joe also.

“How are you feeling?” Sebastian asked as Joe yawned and stretched. Putting some soup and toast on the bedside table, he rested his hand on Joe's forehead. “No temperature, that’s good.”

“Better. Thank you love.” He said, rubbing his hands over his eyes to get the sleep out of them. “Nico?”

“He’s been such a good boy.” Sebastian smiled, moving the blanket down slightly so Joe could see his lover sleeping. “But I have a bad feeling he has the sniffles.”

Smiling down at his Nicky, seeing the crust around Nickys nose, Joe sighed, then looked up at Sebastian.

“Feel like doing it all over again? This time helping me look after Nicky.” Joe asked, seeing Sebastian smile back at him.

“I would love to.”

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Dante walked downstairs from his dungeon. The past hour and half session had near killed him, thank god Johan was up there to take care of his client.

Walking into the tattoo shop, Dante breathed a small sigh of relief for the air was cooler, taking his jacket of, he aimed straight for Adam who sat behind the desk.

“You OK Dee?” He asked when Dante all but walked into him and leaned all his weight down onto Adam, eyes closed as if he was planing on sleeping.

“No.” Dante breathed, pushing Adam of the seat so he could sit down. “Check my levels please.”

“On it. Do you want something to eat?” Adam asked, trying not to panic as he got the monitor from his bag and pricking Dantes finger. He had only seen Dante looking this ill the once, when on holiday in florida and they got drunk.

“Not hungry.” He said, leaning into Adam again. “Think I can go home?”

“Once you’ve drank some of this.” Adam said, handing his cola over. “Your sugar is on the lower side of normal.” He informed, picking his phone up. “Hey Johan, do you think you could see to Dantes clients today? He’s really not feeling good, I'm gonna take him home.”

Adam rested his hand on Dantes forehead, feeling how hot and clammy he was. He swore Dante had gotten paler since sitting down.

“Thank you Johan. Call if you need anything.” Adam said, hanging up and getting his and Dantes bags. “Come on hunny. Let’s get you home.”

Adam opened the front door and let Dante in first, that ten minute walk had taken it out of him. Adam was worried his sugars had dropped again, so had made Dante drink some more half way home.

Without warning Dante ran to the toilet under the stairs. Adam went to follow, but the sound of Dante being sick came from it, instantly making Adam feel sick.

With wishful thinking, Adam quickly walked to the bedroom and looked in, to see it empty, meaning Patrick was at work, and not late like Adam hoped. Because he had never dealt with a sick Dante before, he had never dealt with a sick anyone before.

“You OK Deedee?” Adam called, hearing the toilet flush and the tape go, before Dante walked out, looking even more pale and now shivering. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Helping Dante somewhat undress, Adam get him under the covers, wondering how he could be shivering like crazy, yet sweating buckets. Feeling out of his depth, he called Patrick.

“Please pick up.” Adam begged, grabbing out the test kit to do Dantes blood again. “Patty?!” He said, only to realise it was Patricks voicemail. “Damnit.”

“Adam?” Dante grumbled trying to take hold of his hand.

“You'll be OK Dee.” He promised, looking for a new needle to put in the finger prick. “Come on Patty I need you.” Adam said, calling him again. He had to hold back the tears when it went to voicemail again.

“I’m gonna check your bloods again. But first I want you to drink some water.” Adam said sitting Dante up the best he could and giving him small sips of water. With shaky hands, Adam pricked Dantes finger and did another reading.

Then the water came back up, all over the bed and floor without warning.

“Nope.” Adam said, walking away, almost throwing up himself and called the hospital. He needed help, he couldn’t do this.

“Hello minors. Patrick speaking.” Adam had never been so happy to hear that voice.

“Patty. Patty I need your help. Deedee is sick and I don’t know what to do.” Adam said, now starting to cry. It didn't help that he swore he heard Patrick sigh as if annoyed.

“How’s his bloods?” Patrick asked unfazed. Adam could still hear him working in the background, not quite covering the speaker as he talked to others.

“Low. Um…” Adam looked down at the monitor in his hand and cried some more, because he was panicking. He had no idea how to look after someone with low blood sugar, the only thing he knew was if it gets to low, then Dante will die. “Patty, its down to 70. He throw up breakfast and water.”

“You need to keep his sugars up.” Patrick said, as if it was that easy. “Energy bars, and lots of water. He should have some jelly baby’s in the kitchen he can suck on.”

“What if I can’t.” Adam whispered, turning to look at Dante. He was asleep, sweat dripping from his forehead. Somehow Adam will need to clean the water up, just thinking that made him turn away again feeling sick.

“You can. I know you can.” Patrick said. “Look I'm sorry, I've got to go. You’ve got this, keep checking his levels and if they get any lower bring him in. I love you.”

The next nine hours were the longest of Adams life. Dante hadn’t kept anything down, meaning Adam phoned Patrick again so he could walk him through injecting Dante with glucagon.

Neither men had left the bedroom, Dante staying tucked up in bed, going from hot to cold. Adam sat on the floor next to him, within easy reach of everything he needed. Including the sick bowl, that needed to be emptied a few times, making Adam sick himself, so neither of them had any food in their stomachs.

He was on the edge of a breakdown by the time the front door opened and Patrick walked in.

“Adam?” He called out, before walking around the house, opening the fridge, then heading for the bedroom.

“Patty!” Adam shouted back, relief flowing through him when Patrick walked through the open door. “God I'm so happy your home.”

Patrick let out a laugh as Adam ran at him and hugged him tight, knowing he should let Patrick see to himself then Dante, but he needed this comfort.

“I'm so proud of you pumpkin. Now, please can I go check on Danny? Then we can snuggle.” Patrick promised, kissing the tears going down Adams checks.

Dante walked out the bedroom lunch time the next day, to see Adam in the kitchen getting something to eat. The smell of food making his tummy grumble.

“Adam.” Dante said making him jump and look over, a BLT sandwich in his hands, with burnt bacon because he couldn’t even cook bacon.

“Dee, why you out of bed?” Adam said coming over. “Patty said you wasn’t to get up until you start eating properly and keeping it down.”

With a smile, Dante pulled Adam in and felt him relax. He couldn’t remember much from yesterday, for he slept through it all, but he does remember Adam always being there.

“Thank you.” Dante breathed, nuzzling his face in closer to Adams. “I love you.”

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Joe moved behind the bar, slowly starting to clear down. They had half hour before closing and he wanted to get a head start, for it was a quiet night.

“How’s it going?” Sebastian asked, coming over, his eyes going straight to Nicky, who was running around with Patrick. They had learnt that the last half hour or so when the club was calming down, was the start of their play time.

“Not bad.” Joe smiled at him, before letting Sebastian into his arms. “Last orders are almost done, just need the glasses back.”

“Adam, Peter!” Sebastian called looking over to the other end of the bar, where Adam was showing the younger man how to do a fancy cocktail that isn’t on the menu.

“Yeah boss!” Adam said, slowly moving the bottles as if they wasn’t doing anything.

“Will you two be OK here? I’m gonna help Joe clean tables. I think Nicky and Patrick are done for the night.” Sebastian said, watching the two playful subs run past them.

“We're good here, sir.” Peter said, making Adam laugh and Sebastian shake his head with a loving smile. Grabbing a tray, Sebastian went out to help Joe and the other waiters clear tables.

“There’s a lot of glasses out tonight.” Sebastian said, coming back from the kitchen to get another tray that’s already been filled.

“We only had three cleaners on.” Joe shrugged. “They did the best they could. And that’s not including Nico. He was with Patrick most the night.”

Sebastian pulled a face, as he picked up a dropped napkin. If he had known they were struggling, he would of been out helping.

“This is a good song.” He said of handedly. Looking up when Joe blocked his vision by standing so close to him.

“Care to dance?” Joe asked, holding his hand out, enjoying the blush that creeped up Sebastians face.

Looking into Joe's eyes, Sebastian reached out and took it. Knowing that the three minutes that the song lasted for, wouldn’t put them anymore behind then they were.

Getting pulled into Joe's chest, Sebastian laughed and easily fell in line, letting Joe lead him.

“Paddy. Dance with me.” Nicky demanded, jumping at him when he seen Sebastian dancing with Joe.

Grabbing Nicky towards him more, Patrick started moving and spinning him around, making the little scream with joy.

“Go to Joe now my baby.” Patrick said kindly, hugging him. “I need to help clean down.”

With a pout, Nicky moved away, and forced his way between Joe and Sebastian, standing on Joe's feet so he could lead them both.

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Dante opened the front door, to let the kids in after picking them up from school.

“Daddy!!!” Cassie screamed as she ran in, making Dante pull a face and cover his ear. “Daddy I need help!”

Adam jumped from the sofa in panic and looked to her and Dante wide eyed.

“Cassie, what happened?” He asked, kneeling down as she ran into his arms. The fact Dante and Nathan didn’t look all that worried about anything did nothing to help settle him.

“There’s a dance at school! But I can’t dance!” She worried, her eyes watering.

“What kind of dance buttercup?” Patrick asked, walking past and messing up her hair.

“Something called ballroom.” Cassie said, hugging into Adams chest as she looked at Patrick.

“Come here, hunny. My mum showed me how to dance when I was younger.” Patrick said, holding his arms out. He knew Adam couldn’t dance, the guy had no rhythm. Plus both Dante and Adam had their own things with the kids, Patrick wanted something.

Jumping up, Cassie took Patricks hand and arm, then looked at her feet as he started to move.

“Just follow my lead.” He said, as Cassie stumbled and stood on his toes. “No what. Stand on my feet.”

Dante sat himself on the sofa, pulling Adam down with him and put an arm around the back of the sofa, so he could play with Adams hair.

“Patty can dance?” Adam whispered, looking at Dante, who was happily watching his husband and child ballroom dancing.

“He took an interest in it at school for…. 5 years I think.” Dante said, smiling when Patrick started trying to do the tango with Cassie on his feet.

“There’s a parent and child dance on that same night.” Adam said, having seen the letter, but Cassie kept saying she didn’t want to go. “Do you think patty will be her partner? I’ll just end up embarrassing her.”

“I think he’d be honoured.” Dante said quietly, leaning into Adam.

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Joe took a step back and looked at his handy work. He had to say, he was impressed, for he had never made a blanket fort before.

Moving to the kitchen, he picked out Nickys favourite little snacks. Cookies and milk, small yoghurt pots, bear shaped crisps, and small chocolate bars.

Walking over to the fort, Joe prayed it would stay up, for he had used the four dinning chairs, the back of one sofa, a buttload of pegs and every blanket he could find. Plus books as weights when pegs wasn’t enough, and to stop the middle from getting to low, he had used a broom in an umbrella stand.

Setting the food on the floor, Joe quickly grabbed up Nickys toys, wondering how he had so many. Maybe they were spoiling him…. No that wasn’t it, Nicky was a good boy and deserved it. That wasn’t spoiling him.

Hearing Sebastian get Nicky out the bath, Joe put the colouring book and pens down in one area, then made sure his teddy’s were all set up neatly and well looked after. Nicky would be upset if they were just dumped down, so Joe took extra care with them.

Looking over his handy work once again, Joe turned the fairy lights on, then smiled and nodded. It was perfect, just what his Nicky deserved.

Relaxing, Joe got himself and Sebastian a drink, just as the bathroom door opened and lady fluffybottom walked out, stopping every now and then to dry herself. Joe had never known a cat to like water, but she demanded a bath whenever Nicky has one.

Then Nicky screamed with joy.

“Daddy!! I have a thing!!!” Nicky shouted, pulling Sebastian out the bathroom, making the towel around him fall of. Completely naked, Nicky stopped in front of the fort and took it in.

“It’s a blanket fort, sweetie.” Sebastian said, trying to get Nicky dressed as the little kept moving. “Nicky, baby, please stay still and let me dress you.”

“Joe!!!” He shouted, now running at Joe, one arm and his head in his jumper. “I have a blankie….. Tent!!!”

Joe held his arms out as Nicky ran into them, then took his arm to help Sebastian get Nickys jumper on.

“Once you have pants on, then you may look inside.” Joe said, wrapping his arms under Nickys shoulders and lifting him. Nicky screamed with laughter and swung his legs, making it harder for Sebastian to get his pants on. At least he wasn’t running of this time.

“There’s an inside?” Nicky asked, feeling his feet touch the floor. “Show me!”

Taking his hand, Joe lead Nicky to the door and ducked in, hearing Nicky gasp behind him.

“So pretty.” He breathed, one of his hands going to his mouth as he looked around with wide eyes. He was well and truly deep in little space.

Sitting cross legged on the soft rug, Nicky picked up his cat toy, princess fluffybottom, and started to babble to her. Laughing to himself, Nicky moved his toys around, talking to every one of them, as he set them up around him.

Watching on happily, Joe sat himself down near the door, knowing that it helps Nicky to feel even safer, trusting Joe not to let anyone hurt him when he was at his most vulnerable.

Sebastian put himself inside the fort, near the food, so he could help Nicky to eat and drink, giving Joe the proudest of looks when he seen the sippy cup full of milk.

“Open up baby.” Sebastian said softly, so he could put a crisp in Nickys mouth. When he was this far in, Nicky couldn't do anything for himself, Joe and Sebastian had to make sure he drank and used that toilet.

For Nicky would forget to drink, not realising he was thirty, and just sit there holding himself, unable to go to the toilet. Because right now, he wasn’t just in little space, he had regressed to the mindset of a 3 year old, where he was at his most purest, with no stress or worries, and no bad thoughts and voices in his head.

This was his happy place.

Joe listened to Nickys blabbering, a mixture of Italian and English, though most of it didn’t make any sense to him. Nicky only stopped talking when he opened his mouth for food or drink, then started up again, regardless if he had finished swallowing.

Joe wasn’t sure if Sebastian knew what was being said, or if he just understood that it was a tea party and going from there. For he was doing a pretty good job at keeping up the conversation with Nicky and the teddy's.

He would be forever thankful to have Sebastian in their life’s, for he made sure that at least once or twice a month they did something to push Nicky into his little self as far as they could.

It was doing him the world of good, after eight months of it, Nicky was less stressed, hearing less voices. He was happier. So much so that the counsellor had lowered his tablets, and was setting up a plan to slowly wean Nicky of them.

Three hours later, Nicky put his crayon down and yawned. Looking around he picked up his cat toy and put his thumb in his mouth.

With another yawn, Nicky laid down, his face almost pushed into lady’s fur and tucked his knees up.

“Did you remember his blankie?” Sebastian asked, offering Nicky his pacifier, which he sucked on loudly.

“I may not be as good as you Seb, but I am learning.” Joe smiled at him, reaching under one of the chairs and pulling it out.

“You're not half bad.” Sebastian smiled, taking it of Joe so he could tuck his little up nice and warm. “But you’ll never be as good as me.” He smirked. Joe did try to glare at him, but the look was lost when he started to laugh.

For the next hour, Joe and Sebastian took it in turns watching over their sleeping little, so the other could stretch their legs or go to the toilet. But they both made sure to be there when Nicky woke up, feeling happy and refreshed, telling them about the best dream he had.

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Adam sat on the sofa, watching Dante in confusion. The twins were on a school trip for the weekend, and Rebecca was staying at a friend's. Adam had begged his brother to have Jacob for the night.

But this wasn’t what he had planned for the day. Dante was setting up Patricks dog bed in the sitting room, before filling a bowl with water and putting it down next to it. Adam thought Dante had lost his mind when puppy training pads were put down by the back door.

“Dee. What are you doing?” He asked, for even though he knew what it was all for, he had just never seen Dante set Patricks puppy things up like this before.

“Paddy has been under a lot of stress just lately.” He said, walking of into the bedroom, coming back out with Patricks pluto toy, hid blanket and his puppy play collar. “I want to get him as deep as I can into puppy space.”

“But why the pads?” Adam asked, watching Dante put their big crochet blanket in Patricks bed, even though it was a big soft bed. It had been living on top of their wardrobe for almost a year now, since Jacob was born. They both knew Patrick was missing that bed.

“Like I said. I want him to be a puppy. Puppy’s have accidents.” Dante shrugged, smiling at his handy work, just had Patrick walked through the front door, after dropping the kids of to school and friends.

“I thought Cassie wasn’t going to go.” Patrick said, dropping the keys in the bowl and taking his shoes of. “She started to cry and wouldn’t let me go. Nathan had to hold her hand and sit next to her on the bus.”

Taking his jacket of, Patrick turned and stopped dead, his mouth open as he took in the place. Then he smiled and his brain short circuit, making his breathing come out faster. He was trying to fight being a puppy.

“You did good my pup.” Dante smiled, walking over to the sofa, meeting Patrick there, where his two puppy onesie were.

“This one.” Patrick said, picking up his dalmatian one, meaning he was more playful then sleepy. Without wasting time, Patrick started to undress, having to get Dante to help when he got to excited and became tangled.

Getting on his knees, Patrick let out a small yap, hoping from hand to leg, doing his happy dance.

“Go to Adam for your collar.” Dante said softly to him, than laughed as Patrick licked his face and started to yap again, running around chasing his tail.

“Come here Patty.” Adam called, picking the collar of the table, then some of Patricks puppy treats. Small bone shaped cookies, for they had no party sausages. “Paw.”

With his mouth open and tongue hanging out, Patrick lifted his left paw and tapped it against Adams outstretched hand.

“Now sit.” Adam said, making Patrick put his bum on the floor. “Roll over.”

Getting back on all fours, Patrick spun round, looking back at Adam happily, then done his tiny barks.

“We'll work on it.” Adam laughed, giving Patrick his treat, then put the collar on as Patrick stood proudly.

“Who’s my good boy?” Adam cooed holding Patricks face in his hands, as he rubbed their noses together.

Yapping away, Patrick jumped at him, licking Adams face, then ran of to his bed, where Dante had put his toys. Growling, Patrick begun to play, shaking his head around, killing a squeaky duck.

“This is new.” Adam said, looking at Dante as he sat next to him, watching Patrick play.

“He’s growing more confident as a puppy.” Dante said as Patrick came back over with a rope toy in his mouth, and dropped it on Adams lap.

Picking the rope up, Adam held it in his hand for not even a second, then Patrick was trying to get it again. Catching Adams fingers with his teeth.

“Did you just have an oopie?” Adam cooed, as Patrick whimpered and licked his fingers better.

“But what’s this?” Patrick cheered up as the rope was put in front of his face. Grabbing it in his teeth, Patrick started to growl and tug at the rope. Adam had to go careful not to pull to hard and hurt Patricks teeth.

“You let him bite you?” Dante asked, side eyeing him, because Dante wouldn’t let that stand. Maybe he was to hard on puppy Patrick, or Adam was way to soft.

“Was more of a nip.” Adam said, taking Patricks face in his hands once again. “It’s was an accident wasn’t it.” He said to Patrick, rubbing their noses together as he blow kisses, making Dante sigh. “Now go fetch.”

Slipping on the laminate floor, Patrick chased after the ball, bringing it back in his mouth and putting it in Adams hands to throw again.

Dante looked down at Patrick as he made a small noise, begging for his chicken skin, even though Dante hadn’t even opened the KFC box yet.

“You can have Adams.” He said, making Patrick huff. He had been in puppy space for over six hours, a new record, for normally something would of pulled him out by now. At this point Dante wondered if Patrick even remembered he was human.

“One puppy bowl.” Adam said, putting Patricks new bowl on the table so Dante could put some food in it. Just looking at the bowl had Patrick doing his happy dance, for it was pink and had his name on it. They even got him a matching water bowl, with a bone at the bottom, Patrick had fun trying to get to it and cover the floor in water.

Putting his front paws on the table, Patrick opened his mouth and hung his tongue out, his eyes watching the food go into his bowl. His hips wiggled when Adam put his chicken skin in it, then he tried to jump at the bowl when the gravy was added, once again nipping Adams hand.

“I think someone’s hungry.” Adam laughed, ignoring the look on Dantes face. “Kisses better.” He said, letting Patrick lick his hand better, before Adam petted his head. “Good boy.”

“Paddy, sit.” Dante ordered, picking the bowl up. Patrick sat his overexcited bum on the floor quickly, as he continued to pant and make noises, his front paws still moving. He loved being a good boy.

Dante put the bowl down on the floor, holding a hand up when Patrick went to move. Pulling his eyes away from the food, Patrick looked at his owner for permission.

“Good boy.” Dante smiled, making Patrick almost explode with happily, he was having trouble keeping his bum on the floor. “Eat up.”

Dunking his face into the food, Patrick pulled out his favourite first and slowly started to eat, getting gravy all over his face and the floor.

Patrick was so happy that he had finished his bowl. Two whole chicken legs, then a puppy cookie for after.

With a full belly, Patrick laid on the sofa, on his back getting a belly rub from Adam, as Dante cleaned up the used puppy pads. That had been a new experience, and the men were pretty sure it added a whole new level to how deep Patrick was.

With a yawn, Patrick rolled of the sofa and made his way to his bed. Picking pluto up in his mouth, Patrick got comfortable and flopped down, do a full body stretch and closed his eyes.

Feeling the blanket go over him, Patrick moved, trying to sniff out his human with his eyes closed. Hearing Dantes quiet laugh, his nose touched Dantes and he licked it, before setting again for his puppy nap.

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Nicky stood in the changing room watching Joe get undressed, then his eyes moved to Sebastian, who was putting his clothes in the locker.

“Put these on please baby.” Joe said now he was ready. Nicky held his arms out for the arm floats to go on, making him more excited.

It was Peters birthday and he had a rubbish year so far. After the death of his dad when he was on tour with the army, then his nan passing away, who was his sole caregiver. Peter needed a pick me up.

So Sebastian had hire out an indoor pool for a staff bonding day, complete with food and a birthday cake for later.

“Is it as big as the… the… big water with the sand?” Nicky asked, trying so hard to keep still when Sebastian put the goggles on his head, his fingers going into his mouth.

“No baby.” Joe laughed, giving him a peck on the forehead. “Remember, there is a deep end and a shallow end. Stay in the shallow end.”

Nicky just nodded, even though it was clear he had no idea what Joe was talking about, for he had never seen a really swimming pool. Small paddling pools yes, but nothing like this.

Taking his hand, Joe and Sebastian walked Nicky into the big room, were he stopped and looked around with wide eyes and opened mouth.

People were already in there, laughing and talking, jumping into the pool, going down the slide. But it was a big and loud area.

“I don’t like.” Nicky panicked, putting his fingers in his mouth, as Joe hugged him close and Sebastian held his face in his hands.

“Talk to me baby.” Sebastian said softly, as someone let out a loud screaming laugh that Nicky reacted to. “Oh my sweetheart. There’s nothing to be scared of. That was just Patrick jumping into the pool.”

“Be our big brave boy.” Joe said, hugging him tighter. “There’s a chair over there. Why don't we go sit on it. That way you can watch and see what’s happening. If you really don’t like it after that, then we will find somewhere quieter.”

“Will you still hold me?” Nicky asked, looking at Joe, his protection. “And will you feed me?” He then asked Sebastian, his daddy and caregiver.

“Of course baby.” Sebastian cooed, taking Nickys hand again. With a nod, Nicky let them walk him over to the chair, where Joe sat first and put Nicky between his legs, so he could lean into Joe's chest and see what was going on.

For the next hour Joe and Sebastian catered to Nickys every need. Sebastian hand fed him and gave him drinks, as Joe held him and took him to the toilet, both of them answering any questions he had.

“Can I do what Adams doing?” Nicky asked, watching Adam just chilling in the very shallow part, made for the baby and toddler classes. Seeing this as a win, the two men didn’t hesitate to get Nicky on his feet and over to the waters edge.

“Nicky!” Adam cheered happily, turning more so he could properly see them. His eyes running down Nickys body, smiling at his micky mouse trunks. Nicky took no shame in eyeing him back, in his yellow trunks, showing of his scared chest and legs. “Come join me.”

Very carefully, Nicky took a step into the water, holding Joe's hand tight as Sebastian took pictures of his loves first time in a pool.

“It’s so warm.” Nicky said, trying to kick the inch deep water, then grabbed Joe's shoulders so he could jump his way to Adam, laughing as he did so.

“There you go hunny.” Joe said, helping Nicky sit down and followed Adams eyes out to the deeper end, watching Patrick splash around. “Surprised you're not jumping around like Patrick.” He said to the guy, for the two could be as bad as each other.

“I’m happy here.” He said shyly, looking up when Sebastian walked over with a bag in hand.

“We got some toys for you Nicky.” Sebastian said, putting them into the water. Nickys face lite up when he saw the rubber ducks and all the water toys.

“Adam will look after me now.” He came out with gathering all his toys up before they floated away. Then started to play with the ducks, making then bob around as he made quacking sounds.

“If you need us, we’ll be right over there.” Nicky looked to where Sebastian was pointing, to see Dante sat in a chair reading, still in his trousers and top.

“OK. Love you. Bye.” Nicky said, more then happy for them to leave. Kissing the top of his head, Joe stood and walked away, just as Patrick ran over, making Nicky and Adam scream as he jumped on them.

“Patrick, play nice!” Dante warned, eyeing his sub up over the top of his glasses and book, before looking at the two men walking towards him.

“Mind if we join?” Sebastian asked, looking to make sure Nicky was OK. To see him splashing the water with Patrick. Adam no longer looked happy that his peace was gone.

“No, of course not.” He said, sitting up more and folding the corner of his page. “Let me move that.” Dante reached over and grabbed a waterproof bag of the chair next to him.

“You not planning on going in?” Joe asked, sitting down and pulling Sebastian with him, getting a look in the bag when Dante put his book away. The guy had came prepared for everything, he had two ipads, his book, food and drink, what looked like a first aid kit and some adult nappies.

“Nope. Leant by the time I was ten, don’t feel the need to get back in.” He said, getting comfy again and looking out to his subs. “Plus Adam was having problems this morning about being the only one not in the water.”

“Yet he’s in the water.” Sebastian smiled proudly, looking over as well. Seeing Nicky dumped his small bucket of water over Patricks head.

“He can’t swim.” Dante sighed, keeping a very close eye on Patrick as he splashed Nicky back, but didn’t get the water near his face, making Dante smile. “He was scared he’d be the only one who couldn’t swim.”

“Nicky is due for swimming lessons.” Joe said, sitting up more when the three subs stood and Patrick took their hands to help them walk deeper in the water. Joe almost ran over when Patrick stopped once it was at his knees and sat down, thinking that it would go over Nickys head when he sits.

“Adam is more then welcome to join.” Sebastian continued, resting his hand on Joe's leg when he seen the guy tense up. Seeing Nicky sat chest deep in the pool made Sebastian smile, even more so when his hand came out the water and he was still holding Adams.

“I’ll let him know. Thank you.” Dante said, relaxing back in his chair.

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Adam stood by the edge of the pool, holding Nickys hand, looking panicked at Joe, Sebastian and Patrick in the water.

Most of the others had gone home, but Sebastian had paid for the pool all day, so they was going to be using it for as long as they could. Which means swimming lessons.

“Come on Nicky. It’s only half way up your chest.” Joe said, waving Nicky forward with his hands open wide to help him.

“Yeah Adam, it’s like up to your bellybutton you're so tall.” Patrick laughed, not being at all helpful as he doggy paddled around. Not even he could swim well, though he wasn’t bad at the back stroke.

Slowly the two men sat down and put their feet in the water. Nicky scared of the fact he’d never been in water so deep. Adam was more scared of embarrassment or no one coming to help him when he starts to drown.

Bravely, Nicky jumped into Joe's arms and hung on for dear life, until he realised his feet really did touch the floor.

“I’m in.” He smiled, letting Sebastian fix his goggles over his eyes. “Adam it’s not that scary. See.” Nicky said, splashing around. “It’s just wet.”

“No I'm OK.” Adam chickened out, going to stand up. “I think I'll just go chill with Dee.”

“Get in the pool, Adam.” Dante said, coming to sit next to him, wearing swim shorts and a vest. “I'll be right next to you the whole time.”

“Patty, please can you help me?” Adam called out, as he tried to work out where to put his hands. If he wasn’t in such a panic, he would of found Patrick trying to paddle over funny.

“Can I help Adam?” Nicky asked, now trying to jump around, loving the floating feeling.

“Let Dante and Patrick help him sweetheart.” Joe said softly, watching Dante jump in, trying not laugh when it came up to just under his neck.

“You need to trust that Joe won’t let you go.” Sebastian said, standing next to them. “You need to kick your legs backwards so you're floating on your belly.”

Putting his trust in Joe, Nicky kicked up the best he could, then went limp in Joe’s arms, expecting and trusting Joe to keep him up.

“Noooo, baby.” Joe said, pulling under Nickys shoulders to stop his head from going under. “You have to work with us babe. Keep your feet kicking to keep them up.”

Pulling a face, Nicky kicked up again and kept trying, feeling Sebastian help to get his body to where it needed to go. Kicking harder, Nicky felt Joe start to move him.

“Come on Adam. I’ll catch you.” Patrick said holding his arms out as Dante stood side on, so Adam could lean on him to help get into the pool.

Leaning forward, Adam grabbed hold of both their shoulders and jumped in, instantly panicking.

Struggling to get out of their hands and out the pool, Adams feet slipped and he went under. Dante didn’t hesitate to pull him back up and pin him to the edge.

“Adam stop fighting us.” He ordered, using his body to keep Adam up, as he gasped for breath. Dante wasn’t sure if it was tears or just water running down his cherks, so he wipped them away just incase.

“I don’t want to drown.” Adam cried as Patrick moved behind Dante and took Adams face in his hands, so Dantes could go back under Adams armpit.

“You won’t drown.” Dante promised, keeping his eyes locked to Adams, making sure he knew how true it was.

Very slowly Adam calmed down, making both Dante and Patrick smile, then he bravely let go of the edge with one hand and gripped hold of Patricks arm as tight as he could.

“That’s it.” Patrick smiled, very awkwardly moving Dante out the way, so he now had Adam in his arms. Even though Dante was stronger then him, Patrick was taller, meaning Adam didn’t need to get his face anywhere near the water.

“Arms around my neck pumpkin.” Patrick said softly, just as Nicky swam passed in Joe’s arms with a ‘weeeee’. “Now take a step with me.”

Not looking away from Patrick, Adam took the smallest of steps towards him as Patrick moved back, then another, and another, until Adam was in the middle.

“You did it.” Patrick smiled, but he bearly got one back, Adam was still to tense and worried about falling.

“We’ve got you.” Dante said, standing behind him, resting his hands on Adams sides. “You did so well, I'm so proud of you. But let’s get you back into the shallow end.”

Adam nodded, this time he looked to watch Nicky go pass, kicking at the water as hard as he could, sending it everywhere.

“Patty. Why don’t you go play with Nicky.” Adam said, letting him go and gribbing Dante within the same second, feeling bad that he was stopping Patrick from having fun. “Go play.”

With a smile and kiss, Patrick paddled away, leaving Dante to slowly take Adam back to the shallow end.

“My puppy!!” Nicky shouted seeing Patrick coming closer. “Where’s my ball? We play fetch.”

“You go careful. Remember no running.” Joe said, helping Nicky get his feet back on the floor as Sebastian went to get his ball.

Nicky stood in the dressing room, sad that they were leaving, in a show of being upset, he refused to help get himself dried and dressed.

But Joe and Sebastian were standing firm on this one. Even Dante, Patrick and Adam were leaving. By the conversation coming from them, Patrick was being just as stubborn as both Adam and Dante got him dried and dressed.

“My bum hurts. And my head hurts.” Nicky said sadly, not lifting his arms so Joe could dry under them.

“That’s why we told you not to run around.” Sebastian said softly, checking the back of Nickys head yet again.

Both Patrick and Nicky had slipped over, Patrick falling into him. The pup had hurt his knee and cut his leg as he fall into the water. The pain was cancelled out by being rescued by the male lifeguard, then by Nickys crying.

Nicky had been looking at him at the time, and fallen backwards onto his bum and hands, that then slipped making his head hit the floor. None of the doms were very happy with them, but due to the fact both subs were injured and lessons learnt, hopefully, no big punishments were given.

“Is my puppy losing his leg?” Nicky asked, turning so he could see Dante helping Patrick get dressed, as Adam ran a towel though his hair. The guy had a big plaster on his shin and his knee had swollen up. Nicky had worried when Dante said he may take Patrick to hospital to get it x-rayed.

“No love.” Joe said, kissing his head gently, now that Sebastian had finished fussing with it, turning his attention to Nickys bum. They believed it was more his coccyx and was planning to ice it again when they got home. “But just like you, he’s lost his swimming privilege for a bit.”

Pulling a sad face, Nicky looked at Joe. “But I did good swimming.” He said, bringing his thumb to his mouth. “Can I do swimming lessons tomorrom?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Sebastian glared at Joe for giving in so easily, making Joe look away from him in discomfort. He was finding it harder and harder to say no to little Nicky, because he loved Nickys smile and hated seeing him sad.

“Maybe next week sweetheart.” He said, changing his answer. “Let’s get you dressed, then help get you and Patrick home.”

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Nicky jumped around his new home, running from room to room as Joe and Sebastian stood by the front door watching.

“Joe!!! Our bed is like this big!!” Nicky shouted from the bedroom, they could just about see him through the door, holding his arms out. “It has a fluffy blankie!!” He then screamed.

Confused, Joe looked at Sebastian, who just smiled proudly back.

“We're gonna be the noisy neighbour.” Joe realised, running his hand down his face. “I’m so sorry.”

Sebastian let out a loud laugh at that, his eyes shining with happiness. “I’m looking forward to it.” He smiled, turning to see Nicky ran from the bedroom and into the bathroom. His new blanket around his shoulders and dragging on the floor.

“We have a big glass room Joe. It makes rain!!” He called, making Joe laugh. Nicky had forgotten all his words.

"It’s a shower my love.” Joe called back. Just as Andy and Quihn knocked on the open door.

“Joe!! I fits in the bath!!” Nicky screamed from happiness.

“Thank you.” Joe smiled at the three people in front of him, his eyes mostly on Booker, for he had done the mostt. Not only in helping to get this place set up, but he also looked after Nicky often.

“Its no problem.” Andy smiled back as Nicky ran into the sitting area. “We got you a small gift.”

Nicky let out a squill of delight and ran towards them, so he could look at the funny thing in Andys hand. It was small and green, with lots of funny looking hairs on it. But Nicky loves gifts.

“Mine.” Nicky said, Joe didn’t even think about telling him of, for not to long ago, Nicky would of been to scared to even think about saying that. Then within a blink of an eye, Nicky reached out and grabbed the plant with his hand.

His scream made Joe feel sick with panic.

“I don’t like the ouchie plant.” Nicky said sadly. He was tucked up on Joe's lap in the new fluffy blanket. Sebastian sat next to them on the sofa, painstakingly taking out the catus spikes from his hand with tweezers.

"But now you know it hurts, you’ll not be doing that again.” Joe said, kissing the top of Nickys head.

"Nope. Because you’ll be putting it in the bin.” Nicky then nodded to himself, as if it was the right thing to do.

"It’s not going in the bin sweetie.” Joe laughed, his eyes going to Sebastian and how carefully he was removing the spikes. With a huff, Nicky pouted like a child who didn’t get his own way.

"I think that’s all of them.” Sebastian said, very gently running his hand over Nickys, pulling out a couple he had missed before Nicky held his hand. “Well done hunny. You was very brave.”

Joe couldn’t believe how proud Nicky looked at being called brave. He wanted to make Nicky look like that.

“My brave, big boy. I’m very proud of you.” Nicky looked at Joe with so much happiness and excitement, that he’d stopped breathing. Then he jumped at Joe, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Movement made them both look towards Sebastian, seeing him getting ready to leave.

“No.” Nicky said stubbornly, climbing onto his lap and putting his legs across Joe. Sebastian didn’t even try to fight it, easily giving in and hugging him back.

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Dante took Adams hand as they walked through the hospital. Patrick was around somewhere, having to get back to work.

“This is the room.” Adam said, stopping by a window where another couple was, looking at the baby’s. “That incubator. That’s him.”

Dantes eyes moved to where Adam was pointing, but this view just wasn’t good enough.

“Can we go in?” Dante asked. He knew Adam and Patrick had already been in, and prayed he was allowed also.

With a smile, Adam squeezed Dantes hand and walked him towards the door, where the nurse was still sat.

“He’s beautiful.” Dante breathed, looking down at the baby. He was more perfect then anything Dante could of hoped for. Unable to stop himself, Dante started to cry.

“Hey, it’s OK. He'll be OK.” Adam said softly, hugging him close, putting his hand ontop of Dantes that rested on the incubator.

“I never thought I would feel anything like this again.” He said, looking up when a nurse walked over with some gloves.

“Would you like to touch him?” She asked. Dante didn’t even answer, just took the offered gloves and put them on. Then he stopped, his hand on the door.

“He’s so small.” Dante said, scared he would somehow hurt the baby. His Dahlia had never been this tiny. But Adam was there, with his own gloves on.

Opening the door, Adam took Dantes hand and made them both fit through. He had the joy of seeing Dantes face as he looked at the baby, it was so full of love, he didn’t think he had ever seen Dante so happy.

“Thank you Adam.” He breathed, leaning into his arm, turning his head so he could kiss Adams shoulder. “I never thought I would feel this again.”

“But I did nothing.” Adam said confused, bringing his hand out so it wasn’t getting squished.

“You’ve given me the greatest gift of them all.” Dante said, his fingertips running over the baby’s head. “I’m a Papi again. And that’s something I could never repay you for.” Dante looked up at Adam, with tears still in his eyes and a look so full of love, the same one he uses when looking at Patrick. “I love you.”

“I love you to.” Adam smiled back, his cheeks going red. Then he brought Dante into his arms and held him, as the man looked back at their baby.

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“Shit.” Joe hissed as the eggs spat at him, trying to keep quiet so he didn’t wake Sebastian. Who was sleeping in his chair after staying up late last night. His laptop was still open on its cooling tray, for he had alot of work to do if he wanted the club reopened as fast as possible after the fire.

He had been under so much stress the past few days, with the abuse he had from Andy, to the selling of the club, and now the fire. Joe wanted to take some of that away by making him and Nicky breakfast.

“Don’t do that.” Joe growled at the bacon as he tried to unstick them from the pan. Then the fire alarm went off. “Fuck.”

“Joe!!?” Sebastian shouted, awake instently, as Joe ran around and opened windows. Catching on that it was nothing to worry about, Sebastian grabbed a towel and started to fan under the smoke alarm, slowly making it go quiet.

“Sebby? Yusuf?” Nicky said from he bedroom door, kittens hugged to his chest with his Teddy, tears in his eyes. “Are we burning?”

“No sweetheart.” Sebastian said, running over and hugging him as Joe returned to the kitchen. “Joe’s just cooking.” The look of fear on Nickys face had Sebastian worried, then he had his arms full of kittens and Nicky took of to the kitchen.

“Yusuf Al-Kaysani!” Nicky snapped, storming over to a confused Joe and snatching the spatula from his hand. “You know you don’t cook eggs and bacon.”

“It’s not that bad.” Joe tried to defend himself, but the look Nicky gave him when he flipped an egg to see it burnt underneath, made Joe give him an innocent one back. Because he had tried.

“Go sit down.” Nicky ordered, throwing all the burnt food away. “You scared my kittens by setting the alarm of. They now need hugs and milk.”

With his head lowered, Joe did the walk of shame to the sitting room, taking the oftered kitten from Sebastian as he joined him on the sofa.

“Sorry this isn’t breakfast in bed like I planned.” Joe said, mouth full of food. He did feel guilty that because he’d burnt three eggs, it meant they didn’t have any homemade pancakes, and a smaller portion of scrambled egg to go with their toast and bacon.

“The thought was there.” Sebastian said kindly. He was the only one eating his breakfast properly. Nicky was using his fingers as he sat on the floor between Joe's legs, and Joe had turned his into a egg and bacon toasty.

“Yeah. The thought of finishing the job of burning us down.” Nicky piped in, licking egg of his fingers, before feeding some to Mr Twinkletoes. Smiling sweetie at Sebastian who just looked at him. Nicky knew he wasn’t to feed the kitten from his plate.

“Do they do kiddy forks for me?” He wondered out loud, changing the subject and taking Sebastians attention away from what he had done.

Joe and Sebastian shared a look, before Sebastian picked his phone up, because wherever his baby wanted, he got.

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Adam stayed snoozing in bed, for once laying down, snuggling Patricks fluffy blanket, breathing in his smell. He knew he would have to get uo soon, for Del would be bringing the twins over soon, but Adam was enjoying this peace.

Snuggling down more, Adam took a deep breath as the door slowly opened, letting Dante and Patrick in. Adam could easily tell them apart, for Dante liked to wear trainers or slipper around the house, where as Patrick was right now barefoot. Adam could hear his feet sticking to the floor, plus if he was wearing socks, he wouldn’t be walking, he’d be sliding everywhere.

“It’s time to wake up sweetheart.” Dante said softly, his knees popping as he kneeled next to the bed, a hand running over Adam hair and down his cheek. Patrick had no problem in just jumping on the bed, making Adam grumble.

“Fuck of.” Adam mumbled, trying to pull the covers up. He was enjoying this, and didn’t really want to see anyone if he was being honest.

“Awwww birthday boy is grumpy.” Patrick cooed, climbing on top of him and trying to lay himself down on Adams side.

Adam just sighed, because yes he was looking forward to seeing his kids today, but he had been secretly dreading it. In all his 29 years now, he’d only had two real birthdays, and that was over the last two years.

He was scared that Dante and Patrick didn’t really love him enough to celebrate it and he’d be left alone. He knew that was his paranoia talking, for that had planned this day out with him yesterday, so nothing came as a big surprise.

Yet he still worried.

“Danny even made you your favourite.” Patrick said, rolling of Adams side and almost of the bed. If Dante wasn’t kneeling there, then he would of definitely been on the floor. “Nana pancakes….. See.”

Slowly Adam moved the covers from his eyes, to see a tray in Dantes hands, who had to put it on the floor so he could help Patrick climb back on Adam. Such a child.

“What else you got?” Adam asked, trying to look over the edge to see for himself. Dante picked the tray up again to show him.

He had a small stack of banana pancakes, with honey in its own little pot, for Adam liked to dip it and not have soggy pancakes. He had two bits of bacon, done so they were just crispy, just how he likes them. And his favourite morning drink, a black coffee and a glass of tropical. It even had a small flower in a vase.

“Patty, get the fuck of me.” Adam ordered, not taking his eyes away from the food as his mouth watering and he pushed Patrick of and onto the other side of the bed. “Please and thank you.” Adam then said, sitting up and holding his hands out for the tray.

With a small laugh, Dante set the tray over Adams lap and gave him a kiss, resting their foreheads together. As much as Adam wanted his food, he had to admit, this was nice, with a hand on his cheek and Dantes head against his own, it felt peaceful. But he wanted his food.

“Love you to.” Adam said, moving away as much as he could, making it obvious he was going to start eating. “Now piss of and let me enjoy this.”

Smiling, Dante moved away and over to the other side of the bed, picking another tray of the floor he handed it to Patrick, before getting in next to him.

Today was starting of as a good day. Adam couldn’t wait for it to continue when the twins get here and they all go to the park for a picnic.

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Joe closed his locker and looked around, seeing people starting to leave. Nicky was getting one last hug from Sebastian before walking to the bus stop. It was now or never.

“Nicky, please can I have a moment of your time?” He asked, seeing Sebastian try not to laugh at the way he said it. Joe wasn’t even sure why he was so nervous, he was sure Nicky liked him, for they’ve been holding hands now for two weeks.

“Yes.” Nicky said quietly, looking up at Joe with his beautiful big eyes, moving his hand from his mouth to take Sebastians sleeve.

“I was wondering what you had planned for tomorrow?” Joe said, seeing the confusion on Nickys face as he steps behind Booker slightly.

“I don’t know.” He whispered, looking up at Sebastian. “Do I have plans tomorrow?”

“Nope.” He said, smiling down at Nicky, before looking at Joe. “He’s free all day.”

“I um… do you….” With a huff then a deep breath, Joe gathered his thoughts. “Would you like a coffee?”

“Oh. Um. See.” Nicky looked like he was about to panic, making Joe feel bad for doing this. “I don’t drink coffee at this time.” He whispered. “It keeps me awake.”

“I was thinking more tomorrow lunchtime sweetie.” Joe smiled, trying so hard not to laugh at poor Nicky. He was just to cute and innocent, something that made Joe went to protect him.

“Ohhhhh.” Nicky said wide eyed. Then squeaked and hid behind Booker.

“He would love to.” Sebastian sighed, forever showing his patience for the two hopeless men. “12.30 good for you?”

“Sounds great.” Joe said feeling somewhat awkward having this talk with Booker and not Nicky.

“Pick him up and drop him of back here. I’ll help him get ready.” Sebastian said, feeling Nicky snuggle into his back. “Don’t worry, I'll not be going with you.”

He would if he could, he may even take his doms out for coffee at the same time, just to keep an eye on them. Because he wouldn't be technically with Joe and Nicky if he was with his own Doms.

“Thank you.” Joe smiled, before trying to peek behind Sebastians back, just about able to see Nicky leaning into him, sucking his thumb, looking so happy.

Then Nicky got his eye and froze, his thumb coming out his mouth, his whole face turning red.

“I'll see you tomorrow sweetheart.” Joe said kindly, before walking away, feeling much lighter now he had asked.

“Sebby!! I’m getting coffee!!” Nicky cried, jumping up and down on Sebastians back. “I’m getting coffee with Joe tomorrow!!”

“I know baby.” Sebastian laughed as he turned and hugged him. Then Nicky went stiff.

“Oh no.” He panicked, hands going to mouth. “I’m having coffee with Joe tomorrow.”

“I thought you liked Joe?” Sebastian asked, running his hand through Nickys hair.

“What will I wear?” He asked, eyes misting over. “What if I wear the wrong things and he no longer likes me?”

“That’s why you’ll be staying here tonight mon chaton.” Sebastian said softly. “So I can help get you ready.”

“Nicky, you look amazing.” Joe smiled as he pulled a chair out for his date, making Nicky smile shyly.

He hadn’t done much, Sebastian made sure he washed his hair and shaved, then got him in a pair of uncomfortable jeans and a shirt. Nicky wasn’t even sure if the red and white squares were his colour, but he didn’t want to upset Sebastian.

“Thank you.” He whispered, taking the seat. They wasn’t anywhere posh, just a small cafe across the road from the club. It was his first time here, and that made Nicky even more nervous, but Sebastian wasn’t far away, only three tables down with Andy and Quihn.

Joe had laughed when he seen them walk through the door a few minutes after Joe and Nicky themselves. Sebastian wasn’t trying all that hard to not be obvious that he was watching.

“What would you like to eat?” Joe asked, sitting in his seat and looking at the menu, then to Nicky when he didn’t answer.

“Um….” Nicky said nervously, looking at his menu blankly. A thousand thoughts running through his mind. Then his eyes moved to Sebastian for help, but he was busy getting his Doms orders. “Just coffee please.”

“Would you mind if I order for you?” Joe asked, not wanting to overstep, but Nicky needed to eat, Sebastian had made that clear when Joe picked him up. With a tiny nod from Nicky, Joe stood and went to order.

Nicky slowly made his way to the clubs car park, where Joe had parked his car and the door to let them back in was.

He felt so sick, Joe had ordered him a bacon and egg bap, that was much to big for Nicky to handle, but he had forced himself to eat it all, not wanting to upset Joe by wasting it.

He was also very nervous about what was to come as they got to the door. Would Joe went to kiss him? Or come in for coffee? Would he now went sex as a thank you?

Nicky hadn’t been on any dates, this was his first, but he had watched movies, and they always kissed or had sex. Nicky didn’t want either.

“Um…. Thank you.” He whispered, looking at the floor, seeing Sebastian slowly walk around the corner and stop. He was respecting their date, but knew Nicky was easily lead.

“You are very welcome.” Joe smiled kindly. Taking one of Nickys hands very gently in his own, Joe gave it a kiss. “I will see you tonight at work.”

With a small nod, Nicky couldn’t believe it, as Joe walked away, calling out a goodbye to Booker as he left. Nicky just couldnt believe how respectful Joe had been.

With the biggest smile of his face, Nicky ran at Sebastian and hugged him, jumping at him before Sebastian finished waving Joe of.

“He kissed my hand!!” Nicky shouted in excitement, showing Sebastian his hand. “See. He - he-…. I think I like him.” Nicky looked at Sebastian as his eyes grow wide in fear and excitement. “Da-sebby…. I like, like like him.”

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Patrick sat in his chair and looked at the menu, hiding the terror that ran through him at the prices. $40 for a steak! $25 for a simple salad! Suddenly Patrick felt sick and no longer hungry.

“You OK paddy?” Dante asked, sat opposite him. This was their first date, after Patrick had made a joke about them moving in together in two weeks when they haven't even been on one.

“I’m fine.” He smiled back, there was no way he could afford anything from this place, he was in massive debt from the death of his mum four months ago. “Chicken and honey salad sounds nice.”

At $20 it better be nice, but Patrick smiled at Dante again, who was just watching him, before giving a single nod and turned back to his own menu.

Patrick took this time to eye him up once again, wondering how Dante wasn’t to hot in his dark jeans, red shirt and black jacket. Patrick felt like he was roasting in his white shirt and jeans.

“You gentlemen ready to order?” A lady asked, getting her notepad ready.

“Can I have the chicken and honey salad please. With um….” Patrick quickly looked at the drinks list, and almost had a heart attack. “With a glass of water please.” He smiled weakly, handing his menu over, noticing Dante giving him a funny look.

“The steak please, medium rare. And a glass of red wine.” Dante said, handing his over. Then his eyes were back on Patrick.

“It’s nice to get out.” Patrick said looking around, trying to get the attention away from his food order. The place even looked expensive. “I haven’t been on a date since I took in biscuit…. Before that even.” He could never afford it, for Patrick liked to pay his own way. They had been struggling for money for so long now.

“It’s a nice place.” Dante said picking at a small bread roll from the basket in the middle of the table. “I use to come here often.”

The sad look that past Dantes face confused Patrick, for Patrick knew he was talking about his ex boyfriend Chris. Who was only spared jail because Dante didn’t want charges pressed.

“What was it like in Washington?” Patrick asked after a few minutes of silence. “I feel I don’t know very much about you.”

“I promise that in time, you will know everything.” Dante smiled. “There will be no secrets between us. But only when we are both ready to tell them.”

Patrick had to say, dinner was lovely. They both talked about their lifes, he could see Dante was holding back, but then again they were still learning about one another. Not like Patrick could complain, for he hadn’t told Dante everything about his life to.

“You wanted to be an art teacher?” Patrick asked in disbelief as the waitress removed their dessert bowls. Patrick only managed a quarter of his, and was pretty sure Dante knew he had an eating disorder, even if Patrick hadn’t told him.

“Still could be if I wanted.” Dante shrugged, after telling Patrick about his uni days and hearing all about Patricks, who had so much more fun then Dante had. Dante had been busy working a full time job and a weekend job to pay for it and all his bills, he didn’t have time to party. “But I’m happy with what I have.”

Patrick wasn’t sure if Dante was talking about him or not, but still blushed when Dante looked at him.

“Your bill.” The waitress said, putting a small book on the table with the bill inside. Taking a deep breath, Patrick got his wallet out and put his card down at the same time Dante did.

“Can you give us a minute.” Dante smiled kindly at her, who nodded and walked away, then his eyes were back on Patrick. “You can’t afford it.”

“I like to pay my way.” Once again Patrick didn't understand the look on Dantes face, this time one of confusion. “I don’t expect you to pay for me, or biscuit for that matter. Yes money is tight…. Really tight…. But I will pay my way.”

Dante just looked at him even more confused, then down at their cards.

“That’s why you went for the cheaper items? Because you planned on paying your half from the start?” Dante asked, picking up Patricks card and looking at him in disbelief. “No ones done that before.”

“I’m not after your money Danny.” Patrick whispered, reaching out and taking his hand. “This is gonna sound crazy. But I’m after a better life for us, all of us. You, me and biscuit. It may take time for my money to get better, but I will pay towards the house and food.. I will pay my way.”

“Ok.” Dante slowly nodded, then handed his card back over. “But please let me pay for dinner…. This once.”

With a small huff, Patrick put his card away before looking back at Dante. “Thank you.”

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Joe looked up once again, his eyes trying to pick Nicky out in the busy club, for it worried him just how trusting the guy was. In Joe's eyes, Nicky was just to innocent and vulnerable to be out there without someone watching over him.

Putting the drink on the bar, Joe smiled his thanks when the money was handed over, but his mind was still on Nicky, his eyes were still trying to find him. Joe may of only been working at the old guard club for three months now, but he felt very protective over Nicky, like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Then he saw him, clearing down a table, making Joe relax and head to the til, counting the money as he went.

“Asshole.” He hissed when it came up $3 short, meaning Joe would have to make up the difference. Slamming the draw shut, Joe huffed and looked up again, seeing Nicky walking back towards the bar, very carefully fitting between a group of men and the stage.

Joe watched as Nicky froze and his eyes turned fearful. He had no idea what was said, but it scared sweet Nicky. Joe wasn’t going to stand for that.

“Sorry, I have to deal with something.” Joe said as someone came over to order drinks. Without waiting for an answer, Joe moved away and left the bar.

Not even half way to Nicky, the guy reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping Nicky from getting away. The way Nicky cowered in on himself as he dropped the tray, sending glass everywhere, got Joe running towards them.

“Get your fucking dirty hands of him!!” Joe screamed, grabbing the guys arm and twisted, pulling him away from Nicky, who had been truly pinned to the stage. Joe didn’t take any notice of the crack he felt as a bone broke, or the guys cry of pain.

Hearing Nickys small whimpers behind him, Joe stood tall, not realising it was him Nicky was now afraid of.

“You’re fucking crazy!” The guy shouted, holding his arm close to his body as his friends crowded around him.

Then suddenly Joe wasn’t alone, Sebastian was by his side, and one by one, every worker in the club came over to help protect young Nicky.

“I think its time for you to leave.” Sebastian said calmly. “Everything has been recorded on camera. Including how you were acting beforehand. Do us all a favour and leave peacefully.”

Not to happy, the guys friends started to move, forcing him to go with them as he begun shouting abuse at everyone.

“Nicky, are you OK?” Joe asked now feeling panicked that maybe Nicky was injured. Reaching out, Joe went to move some hair from Nickys face, but he jumped with another small noise, before freezing in fear. Speechless, Joe looked to Sebastian.

“Come mon chaton, let’s go calm down in the office.” Sebastian said softly, very slowly taking Nickys hand. “Thank you Joe, for protecting him.”

“Of course. Don’t mention it.” Joe said, feeling slightly at a lost.

Slowly everyone moved away again, getting back to their work. Joe being the last to move, for he didn’t want Nicky to be scared of him, he wanted to look after Nicky with everything he could.

With a sigh, Joe walked back to the bar, hoping to gain his trust once again.

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Patrick let out a laugh as he moved away from a table, not realising the lady wasn’t joking when she said they should go into one of the rooms. But then he hadn’t even realised he had been flirting with her most the night.

With a tray filled with glasses and plates, Patrick made his way into the kitchen, passing Nicky on the way with a smile and blowing a kiss.

“Yo Patrick!” The chef called and pointed to a plate on the side as soon as Patrick walked through the open door. “Your food is ready.”

“Thanks Gary!” He called back, picking it up and walking out to behind the bar. Eating one of the chicken strips as he moved.

“Joe, can you let Danny know his foods ready?” Patrick asked with his mouth full as he walked past and towards Adam. “Eat up. Save….. This and them for me.” He told Adam, moving some more strips and a mini burger to one side.

“I'll think about it.” Adam smirked at him, making Patrick stick his tongue out and walk away to finish cleaning tables. They were in need of more glasses.

“Oh Patrick.” Joe said as he past him on the way out, making Patrick stop. “Could you tell Nicky to come have a drink please. I think he’s took his ear piece out.”

“Yep, he’s right there. I’ll get him now.” Patrick said, for he was Nickys full time babysitter. Seeing Nicky just by the back doors kneeling as he talked to someone, Patrick made his way over.

He had no idea what happened, but next thing he knew the guy grabbed Nickys arm and started to pull him into the back. Patrick had never seen red before, but at that moment he saw it and acted completely on instinct.

Growling, Patrick ran and jumped at the guy, pushing him away from Nicky and sending all three to the floor. Patrick on top of his target, Nicky of to one side, his crying echoing in Patricks ears.

With eyes only for the guy under him, Patrick continued to growl and wildly hit out, both men trying to hurt the other.

Somehow Patrick got first blood as his fist made contact with the guys nose, making it pop and gush with blood, onky for a fist to get him back, striking his cheek. Then hands were on him, pulling Patrick away, making him fight harder.

There was just so much noise and so many people, that Patrick was almost surprised when he broke free from the hands, not realising he had used his teeth on them. Without wasting this opportunity, he ran back at his target with his bloody teeth bared.

Some part of him did take note of Dantes voice, shouting at him, using his full name, but he was much to worked up to care.

Running back into the guy, they both hit the wall hard, making the guy cry out in pain. Patrick even heard his shoulder pop out.

Trying to take advantage of this, Patrick swung at him, but missed, the guy had moved and Patrick wasn’t much of a fighter to begin with. So he ended up hitting the wall they were up against, breaking a bone in his own hand.

Gasping in pain himself, Patrick once again pushed the hands away and glared at the guy, aiming to take another swing at him. Until a knife was in the guys hand and aiming for his face.

Sucking in a breath Patrick moved, how he was fast enough, he had no idea, but the blade missed his face and neck, getting his upper arm instead.

Fueled by pain and anger, Patrick jumped at him, but was pushed away, Dante was no longer messing around.

“Get him out of here!” Dante ordered, pushing Patrick back again when he ran forwards. Before turning to point at the guy, who had been disarmed by two security men and now getting dragged away.

Still growling, Patrick tried to go after him, but Dante kept stepping in his way. He didn’t touch Patrick, wouldn’t dare to now things were calming down, just being there was showing to be enough.

“Paddy, its over.” He said, holding his hands up to show he wasn’t the threat. One was dripping blood from a bite wound, the other was stopping Adam from going to him. “Paddy, look at me….. Look at me.”

With the guy no longer in his sight, Patrick looked at Dante and saw the love and calmness from him. There was no anger, for Dante wasn’t angry, but he was definitely worried.

“It’s over.” Dante repeated, seeing the fight slowly leaving his sub. “Good boy.” Dante breathed, relaxing. “You did well in looking after the little one. Good pup.”

All the fight left Patrick at them words, leaving him feeling overwhelmed and scared. He had just taken on a guy with a knife! Anything could of happened. It had yet to click that he had bitten his owner.

“Joe has taken Nicky upstairs.” Dante said softly, cupping Patricks face in his hands. “Let’s get you cleaned up and take a look at your hand and arm. My good puppy.”

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Nicky walked down yet another alse, his panic building. He had no idea what had happened, one minute he was walking next to Joe, the next Joe was gone. Nicky had only moved away for a second to look at a glittery lava lamp.

“Joe?” Nicky said quietly. He desperately wanted to find his Joe, but was to scared to ask someone for help or to call louder, incase he made someone angry. “Joe?”

Joe is going to be so angry at him, maybe this will be the act that brings out his evil dom side. They had been dating just under a year, known each other for almost two, yet Joe has never tried to dom him.

Maybe this will change all that. Keane would of hurt him in some way to get his point across, Nicky wondered how Joe would punish him.

Unless Joe has left, gone back home without him, making Nicky walk the 20 miles back. It what Keane would do.

“Joe?” Nicky almost cried, tears were in his eyes as he chewed on his thumb nail, trying so hard to be big, but wanting so much to snuggle in the safety of Joe's arms.

Wiping away a stray tear, Nicky looked from left to right as he walked out that alse. There was just to many people, being so close to Christmas meant everyone was out shopping. Nicky wondered if he and Joe would get their first Christmas together, or if Joe would really leave him now because of this.

Nicky never had a real Christmas, he knew this one would be different, special, for Joe had put gifts under the tree already with his name on. They had even decorated Andys house at the beginning of December, with Sebastians help.

“Joe, please come back.” Nicky whispered, just standing there, jumping when someone tried to push past him, not liking the dirty look he got from them.

Slowly he walked on, until he came across the customer service desk. Taking a deep breath, Nicky walked up to them. If he wanted to find Joe, then he needed to be brave.

“Nicky??!” Joe called, stopping in the middle of the main alse and looking around, his worry building.

He had made a mistake by letting go of Nickys hand and now he was paying for it. He wasn’t sure if Nicky had wondered of, or if he himself had walked to fast that Nicky couldn’t keep up. His love was just to shy to tell Joe to slow down.

He prayed Nicky was OK and still in the shop, for the guy was much to trusting still, and anyone could take advantage of that.

“Nicky?!” Joe called again, not caring about the people who turned to look at him.

“This is a customer announcement. Please can Joe come to the customer service desk. Nicky is here waiting for you.” A lady said over the speaker.

Relief flooded through Joe as he took of in that direction. Overflowing with pride that Nicky had asked a worker for help.

“Nico!” Joe shouted as soon as he was in range, making a panicked, scared Nicky look over. Joe couldn’t believe how happy Nicky was to see him, then Nicky ran as fast as he could towards Joe's waiting arm.

“Joe!” Nicky called, running into Joe's arms. “I’m so sorry I got lost. But you didn’t leave me?”

“I would never leave you sweetheart.” Joe smiled at him, seeing the confusion on Nickys face. “If you love someone, you would never leave them behind. You would do everything to find them.”

“Oh” Nicky said quietly, clearly thinking before shyly looking at Joe with his big eyes. “I would never leave you behind.”

Joe smiled at that, so big and bright. Making Nicky smile to, for Joe knew what he meant.

Kissing Nickys forehead, they both relaxed, before continuing on with their Christmas shopping.

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Smiling at Dante, Adam looked around the busy fair, lost in his own little world as he took in the lights and sounds.

He had panicked when Dante said they were going to take the kids and would like he to come with. Once again Dante showed him all the patience in the world, by sitting him down and going through as much as he could with Adam. Like he always did when they go somewhere new.

Having finished watching one of the rides as he walked past, Adam looked back to where he was going. To find himself alone.

Panic took over in a second and Adams heart raced, making his breathing pick up. He needed Dante to calm him down.

Spinning, Adam looked around, trying to find his family, but there was no sign of them.

Grabbing his phone from his pocket, Adam called Dante, his panic building the more it rang, he almost cried when it went to voicemail. The place was just to loud to hear a phone ring, but still he tried again.

“Please pick up.” He begged, his breathing now nothing but shallow gasped, once again it went to voicemail. That was when Adam lost it and started to cough and gasp for air, fighting his panic attack.

“Papi Dee. Look!” Cassie called pointing towards one of the game stands. “Think we can win the big purple dragon?”

“Only one way to find out.” Dante said holding her hand as he turned to look at his family. Patrick was ahead having a cigarette, Nathan was with Rebecca just behind him, and Adam was at the back looking around. Catching Dantes eye, Adam gave him a smile, before looking around again.

Happy everyone was with him, Dante called to Patrick and pointed over to the stand, before making his way towards it. Not realising that Adam was to busy to see them move away.

“Love playing darts.” Patrick said, handing the money over and taking the three darts, huffing when he missed the target, making Dante laugh.

“You wanna go?” Patrick asked him, buying another go.

“No thanks pup. Not a fan.” Dante smiled at him, this time holding back his laugh when Patrick missed again.

It took two more goes before Patrick won a toy, a smaller purple dragon, making Cassie very happy.

“Look daddy!!” She cried, turning around to show it of. “Daddy?”

Both Dante and Patrick turned around at that worried word, to find Adam wasn’t there.

“Shit.” Dante hissed, getting his phone out his pocket. “Fucking shit.” Seeing the two missed calls, Dante called him back, they were from three minutes ago, he couldn’t of gone far.

Waving everyone to follow, Dante slowly started to walk, looking everywhere at the same time.

“Hello?” Came a lady’s voice, Dante could easily hear coughing in the background.

“Where’s Adam?” He accidentally snapped, taking Cassies hand again, making sure he still had everyone. Because he wasn’t going to make this mistake again, he couldn’t believe he lost Adam, the guy needed him, he promised his partner he wouldn’t leave his side.

“Near the twister ride, opposite the toilets.” She said. Dantes eyes zoned into that area, he could see the ride. Adam had been so close to them, yet it was so busy, they couldn’t see each other.

Hanging up, Dante took another hand and started walking over, once again checking he had everyone.

Pushing through a small crowd, Dante found Adam sat on a bench, his oxygen on, gasping for air.

“Adam.” Dante said, moving the last person out the way and running over, hugging him to his chest. “I’m so sorry my Prince.” He whispered, kissing the top of Adams head, feeling him starting to calm down.

“I'm sorry I lost you.” Adam said breathlessly, leaning into Dante as he took a seat, still coughing. Patrick was going around saying thank you to everyone that had helped him, as the kids moved close to Adam and Dante.

“Not your fault love.” Dante said, both men feeling calmer, though Adams breathing was still of.

“Daddy. Look what we won.” Cassie said, holding up her toy. “His name is tiny, because he was the smallest. You can hug him.”

Smiling Adam held his arm out, the other was busy gripping the back of Dantes hoodie, so Cassie could come in for a hug instead.

“We can go home if you like.” Patrick said standing back with them now the crowd had gone, making Adam shake his hand.

“Just keep hold of my hand and I think i’ll be fine.” He told them. Then looked lovingly down at Cassie as she nodded and grabbing his hand.

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“I lost it. AGAIN.” Nicky said sadly, looking into the claw machine, at the blue cat he was trying to win. The problem was, not only was the machine programmed to make them lose, but the cat was also in a very awkward place.

It was their second day on holiday, after travelling to Miami beach by plane to save on time, and with Nicky sandwiched between Joe and Sebastian, there was no panicking from him.

All three men had wanted to come back to Miami after their kink festival six months ago to see the sights. Sebastian was relaxing and enjoying the sun, Nicky was happy and taking everything in his stride, all of which made Joe happy and stress free.

“Let me try sweetheart.” Joe said, getting some more coins from their pot. He had no idea where Sebastian was, he had disappeared as soon as he was given his money. Joe just hoped he wasn’t forming another addiction.

“I can’t promise that cat… or any of them for that matter, but I will do my best for you.” Joe said, kissing Nickys head as he gently moved his husband. Joe was good at these machines, and had been keeping an eye on it for a few hours now.

“I know. I trust you.” Nicky said, smiling up at him, making Joe hope and pray he didn’t let his lover down.

Putting the coin in, Joe aimed up for a pink and white cat instead, that was in a much easier place to grab, if the machine gripped it tight enough.

Joe heard Nickys excited gasp as the claws grabbed the cats head and lifted it, but just as Joe thought, it’s grip wasn't strong enough and the toy dropped, making Nicky pout.

Trying again, Joe aimed up for the same cat, this time going for its body, as it was now on its side. The claws didn’t even try, they just slipped right of the cat before they started to close.

Thinking, Joe weighed his opinions, for this was his last go with that coin, he wasn’t going to spend more then he needed to, and saw an orange cat sat up right. Aiming the claws up, Joe held his breath as it gripped around the toys head and lifted it up, this time carrying it over to the hatch.

Squealing, Nicky jumped up and down as he hugged Joe's arm, then he stopped dead, the toy was slipping.

Joe watched in horror as the toy dropped just as it was passing the plastic barrier and bounced on it. He had never prayed so hard in his life before now. He wanted his Nicolo to have that toy.

By some miracle it fell the right way and down the hole. Nicky started to jump again as he hugged Joe, celebrating. Feeding of Nickys excitement, Joe laughed and hugged him back, before grabbing the orange cat from the machine.

“Thank you!” Nicky shouted, jumping at Joe again to hug him one last time, then took the cat. “He’s called strawberry.”

Unable to stop himself, Joe snorted a laugh, just as Sebastian came back over, a bag of goodies in one hand, and a mountain of prize tickets in the other.

“Looks like we had a good day.” Sebastian smiled, nodding towards the toy as Joe picked up lady fluffybottom from ontop of the machine and handed her to Nicky. Mr twinkletoes was getting looked after by Adam and Patrick, for he wasn’t a support animal and was very grumpy when travelling.

“His names strawberry and I love him.” Nicky said, hugging both real and toy cat to his chest. “Thank you Joe for my teddy.”

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Dante sat relaxing on the bench, Adam next to him with his oxygen mask on, catching his breath. They had done alot of walking around the market to buy freash fruit and vegetables, and with Rebeccas birthday coming up, they had walked around shops to.

Now the two men were resting with a warm drink in their hand. Patrick had took of ten minutes ago, Dante could only guess it was for a smoke and then look in the toy shop behind them.

“Think the drinks are cool enough now?” Adam asked, not wanting to make the same mistake Dante had and burn his tongue.

Taking the lid of his coffee, Dante blow on it before taking a sip and nodded.

“Perfect.” He said looking towards Adam. Quickly putting his lid back on Dante helped Adam with his mask so he could have some of his own.

“Think Patty will be back soon?” Adam asked, moving closer to Dante and drinking his black coffee.

“Hope so. Our parking ticket runs out soon.” Dante said looking at his watch, feeling Adam lean into him slightly. Dante loved this, seeing his partners so relaxed and happy. He loved it even more when he heard Adam taking a deep breath.

“Danny! Adam! I got you something.” Patrick called, running to stand in front of them with that cheeky smile on his lips. Making Dante raise an eyebrow and Adam sit up more.

Putting two bags down Patrick went through one and took out a pug plushy, dressed as a pumpkin. Driving back into the bag he then got out another pug with a cupcake between its front paws, the words happy birthday on it.

“My pumpkin.” He said handing it over to Adam, who looked over the moon. “My cupcake.” He smiled, handing Dantes over.

“Thank you pup. But two things… Where’s yours? And shouldn’t this wait till my birthday?” Dante asked, sitting his down on his lap with a loving look.

“They don’t do pugs dressed as dogs.” Patrick shrugged as if it was no big deal. Dante saw right through it and was now planing on finding something. “And I mean, it could be for your birthday. But I was to excited.”

“Well, thank you my pup.” Dante said again, smiling down at the toy as he looked it over. “I don’t think I’ve ever owned a….. a….. “ Dante looked at Adam for help, as the word escaped him, making Adam laugh.

“It’s a plush…. or stuffie… or soft toy. Depends really.” Adam said tucking his inside his jacket, so the head was poking out. “You’ve never had one before?” He asked, looking at Dante sadly.

“Nope. Or not that I remember.” Dante said, standing and helping Adam up as Patrick made a small sad noise. “It’s OK, I had a soft pillow case. My mama told me that I took all the stuffing out and then refused to let the case go. She still has it.”

“Well now we just need to buy you lots more.” Patrick said, linking his arm through Dantes as the three walked of. “The bed will be full of them.”

“No thanks. One’s enough.” Dante told him, knowing there was no point, for Patrick and Adam won’t listen. He as more then happy with the one he had, for like it or not, he was Patricks cupcake, just like Adam was Patricks pumpkin.

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“Come on habibi. Let’s get you warmed up.” Joe said, taking of Nickys soaked hoodie as the young man just stood there shivering. They had been caught out in an unexpected downpour, mixed in with freezing winds.

“Where’s sebby?” Nicky asked. The three men had been out to lunch, with Joe wanting Sebastian to have a much needed break from his two Doms. “I want him.”

“He’s back home love.” Joe said softly, taking his own jacket of. “He'll be getting himself warmed up by now also.”

Hanging his jacket up to dry, Joe quickly closed the front door just as shouting could be heard, and smiled at Nicky, hiding his sadness from not being able to look after Sebastian.

“Let’s run ourselves a nice warm bath, then we can drink hot chocolate after.” Taking Nickys cold hand, Joe walked them into the bathroom and turned the water on, giving it change to warm up before putting the plug in.

Wiping his fingers in his jeans to dry then, Joe looked down at then and pulled a face, because they were soaked through, making his hand more wet then it first was. Grabbing up a towel, Joe dry his hands as Nicky helped himself to the bubble bath and put in way to much.

“I like bubbles.” Nicky said shyly when he looked at Joe, to see Joe watching him. His checks going red when Joe just smiled.

“Let’s get these wet clothes of.” Very carefully, like he always did, Joe unbuttoned Nickys shirt, moving his fingers slowly so not to spook his fragile lover. He smiled again when Nicky relaxed at his touch, he was starting to relax faster under Joe's fingers now they were living together.

Sliding the shirt down Nickys arms, Joe's fingers followed, making Nicky look away, his eyes going to the floor and his hand behind his back as soon as he could do it. Years of whatever happened to him before Joe was making Nicky act submissive, even though they wasn’t there yet.

Joe hated it, he didn’t want his Nicky to submit, not yet anyway, they had a long way to go before Joe even though about allowing that to happen. So he took Nickys hands from behind his back and kissed them, before lifting Nickys head up and smiled.

“Good boy.” Joe whispered instinctively and kissed his forehead. Nicky all but fell into his chest and snuggled in, still shivering. Kissing his head once more, Joe carefully moved Nicky back so he could sort out the bath and finishing getting them both undressed.

Nicky sighed as he leaned back into Joe with his eyes closed. He felt so warm and safe in the bath with his Yusuf, something he never thought would happen. But Joe was so soft, so different, that Nicky felt safe enough to no longer wear any underwear when they bathed together.

“May I wash your back sweetheart?” Joe asked, but didn't move. It was one of the many things Nicky loved about Joe, he didn’t just go for it, he would ask then wait for an answer.

Joe had asked for sex the one time, and Nicky felt like he had to say yes, because he had no other choice in the past. Joe had stopped without Nicky saying a word, as if he just knew Nicky really didn’t want to, making Nicky have a panic attack thinking of his punishment.

He couldn’t believe Joe hadn’t punished him, he had just held Nicky close and whispered loving words to him. He hadn’t even asked for sex since, making Nicky feel even safer.

Without a word, Nicky leaned forward and felt Joe's hands run over his skin, from his shoulders to lower back, but never past that point, soaking water over him. Then the soap was added, getting messaged in, working out the knots from Nickys shoulders.

“Joe.” Nicky said in his softest voice, to scared to break the peace, making Joe hum in answer. “Will you be mine forever? I will be yours forever.”

With a small laugh, Joe pulled Nicky back to his chest and kissed his head. Nicky would say anything to tell Joe he loved him, but never with them three words.

“I will be yours forever habibi.” Joe promised. “I love you.” The little hum from Nicky made Joe so proud, for he had came to understand it as Nickys happy sound.

Relaxing, both men just sat in the bath until Joe declared the still warm water to cold to stay in. He had dried and dressed Nicky in he same manner as he undressed his lover, with soft, slow hands.

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Dante sat on the sofa with a sigh. Bringing one knee up to his chest, Dante got comfy before huffing and moving, his aching back wasn’t happy in that position. So he was now side on, then rested his head on his arm that went over the back of the sofa.

He’d had a hard day today, almost back to back appointments, be it a tattoo or a session. He Only had just enough time for a quick bite to eat at lunch and a cigarette after a kip napping session that didn’t go fully to plan.

He had handcuffed the guy to a chair, making them slightly looser then normal, just as he was asked. But as the session went on and they get more into it, the guy pulled his hand from the cuff, dislocating his thumb.

Even though it made the guy very happy, for he had wanted his fingers broken or nails pulled of. All where hard limits for Dante, for he didn’t want to leave any long term damage, regardless how much he would love to do it.

He felt so guilty by just how excited he got when the guy begged him to pop the joint back in place. The scream of pain had turned him on so much that he thought about dislocating another one.

Just like all his drops, Dante felt like a monster, for no sane person, no human, would get that much pleasure from someone else's pain.

Tucking in on himself more, Dante closed his eyes tight, fighting to quiet his thoughts as his mind unhelpfully replayed that session.

“You OK Dante?” Adam asked softly, making Dante jump and eyes snap open. He had forgotten Adam was home today, he should of had his rehab appointment, but his counsilor had cancelled as she wasn’t feeling well.

Licking his lips, Dante just nodded and looked out the back window into the garden. Adam had only been with them 7 months, and still walked on eggshells around Dante. Neither men knew where they stood with the other, or who they felt.

“I’m OK.” He whispered, having to clear his throat, wishing Patrick wasn’t at work for the next 14 hours. Dante knew he could get himself the aftercare he needed, but he just didn’t have the strength right now. He needed a good cry, then he'll run himself a bath and listen to an audio book.

“I um…” Dante looked at Adam as the younger man hugged himself, looking somewhere embarrassed or shy. Dante wasn’t sure which, but Adam definitely wasn’t as confident as he once was. “Um… Patty made a list… for you… um…. Your aftercare….. Your baths ready.”

Not looking at Dante, Adam hurried into the kitchen. Dantes eyes followed him in confusion, for Adam had never done anything like this before. With Adam pretending to be busy, Dante slowly stood and made his way to their bedroom.

Whatever list Patrick had given Adam was just what Dante needed. The bedroom was warm and he could smell scented oils coming from their bathroom. Adam even left him a towel on the bed.

Smiling, Dante picked it up, along with some fresh clothes, and made his way into the bathroom, his muscles relaxing as he moved to undress.

Sighing again, Dante relaxed into the water and closed his eyes, not at all worried about listening to a book, for Adam had put on some calming music. That wouldn’t of been on his list, Dante didn’t listen to music in the bath, and he had never listened to this kind before.

Knowing that Adam had done all this for him made Dante tear up. The more he got to know the young troubled man, the more Dante could see just how soft and kind he really was. It made Dante want to look after him, to make Adam the best he can be, to guide him and keep him on the right path.

It almost came as a shock to Dante, he never considered himself polygamous, nor loved more then one person at a time. He knew Patrick was, even if the guy had no idea, and only let Adam in to make Patrick happy. But Dante couldn’t keep that little flutter from his heart when thinking about Adam.

Thinking about what to do, Dante got comfy and enjoyed his bath, even if it was on the cooler side for him.

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Nicky looked out the window early morning, to be confronted with a blanket of white. The young teen had never seen anything like it before, as Italy didn’t get much snow.

“Looks like a snow day.” Keane said from behind him, making Nicky shiver in fear and hug himself.

There was a time Keane didn’t scare him, for the guy had been so kind and gentle. But since moving to America a few weeks ago, just after Nickys 15th birthday, Keane had changed, and now Nicky was stuck with him, in a country he didn’t know, with noway to get out.

“What’s a snow day?” Nicky asked in his broken English, for Keane won’t let him talk in Italian.

“It’s where we stay in bed all day.” Keane said, taking hold of Nickys hips, making him feel sick. Holding back tears, Nicky let Keane pull him back to bed.

“Looks like a snow day.” Sebastian said, opening the blinds. The sky had been threatening to snow for the past two days, and by the looks of it, it didn’t hold back.

“Don’t like snow days.” Nicky said softly from the sofa, covering himself with a blanket.

“Why’s that habibi?” Joe asked, reaching out a hand to uncover Nickys face, before thinking better of it, he wanted his love to trust him and feel safe enough to do it himself.

“Sir would keep me in bed. I didn’t like it at all.” Joe just about heard Nickys answer. It made him feel sick that his poor Nico would associate what was meant to be a fun day, with something so horrible.

“Then let’s not go to bed.” Joe told him, smiling tightly at Sebastian as he sat down. “We can do whatever you like.”

Very slowly Nicky looked out from his blanket and at Joe. This was their first time living together with snow. They hadn’t that long came back from seeing Joe's family for the first time, and had just finished unpacking everything.

Joe still couldn’t believe they had their own home, moving in just after Christmas, Sebastian had came over everyday since.

“I don’t know what else there is to do.” Nicky said sadly, covering himself over again. So Sebastian spoke up, before Joe could think of something.

“Let’s make snowmen in the car park. Not sure what we can use for eyes, but I've got carrots for the nose.” He said, getting Nickys attention. “I’ve not made one in years, it will be fun.”

“But no bed?” Nicky asked, as if checking. Looking kind of excited.

“Nope. No bed.” Joe promised. “We will wrap up warm, and then when we're done playing outside, we may have a bath and will definitely have a hot chocolate.”

“Made with milk? With cream and mellonmoos?” Now Nicky was getting out of his blanket, looking between the two men, showing how much he trusted their words.

“Milk and cream is in the fridge ready, and we have the big marshmallows.” Joe smiled, his eyes going to Booker, wondering why the guy looked so proud of him.

Nicky stood back and looked at his tiny snowman. Feeling so very proud of himself for doing it, and it even looked better then Joe's.

“Look how well you done!” Joe called, walking over with Sebastian to look at Nickys handily work. “Amazing.”

Nicky feeled his cheeks warm up as Joe kissed his nose, then the worried look on Joe's face had Nicky worried.

“Your nose is cold sweetheart.” Joe said, pulling Nickys scarf up more, so it was covering most his face. Before he looked at Sebastian who almost choked on a laugh.

“This is the best snow day ever!!” Nicky shouted, hugging into Joe, then Sebastian.

“Thank you for today.” Nicky said softly as Joe tucked him into he’d with a kiss. “I liked this snow day, it wasn’t painful nor scary.”

“I love you habibi.” Joe said, getting into bed himself, hearing Sebastian snoring from the sitting room after he’d had a fight with Andy. “I hope I can make everyday as good as today. I promise I will protect you from anything painful and scary.”

“I know. I trust you.” Nicky didn’t see Joe holding back his tears as he held Nicky closer. Nicky was right, this was the best snow day ever, and Joe will make every snow day like that, he will never keep Nicky inside for them.

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Adam sat under a small bridge with two others, the fire in their bin turning into nothing but ambers much to fast.

He had been on the streets now for almost a year, after his breakup from Patrick. This was his first real winter, and he had no idea what to expect from it, or what he should even be doing.

The two people with him wasn’t much help, for he was pretty sure one had a mental disorder and would often talk and laugh at himself. The other looked like they had giving up on this life and would just sit looking at the freezing river, they hadn’t even spoken a word to Adam.

Shiving from the freezing temperatures, Adam looked out at the snow covered ground and wrapped his thin blanket around himself as much as he could.

When Adam woke the next morning it was to find the guy who talked to himself gone, and the other person had truly giving up on life. Terrified that he'll be next, Adam set of walking all over manhattan, trying to find somewhere to stay.

Adam sat in bed, watching the snow falling in the rising sun. He could still feel the cold, even with the heating on and a blanket around himself.

He wished he had never kicked Dante away from him last night, but he had needed some space at the time, for he wasn’t feeling all that cuddly. He had had Patrick snuggling him last year, keeping him from feeling cold, but he was at the foot of the bed, sleeping on his pluto teddy.

“Dee?” Adam said so very quietly, reaching out to touch Dantes hand. Adam know he could wake Dante up and he wouldn’t mind, for Patrick did it often. Adam just couldn’t bring himself to do that.

Turning his oxygen of and removing the mask, Adam focused on his breathing as he moved closer to Dante.

He felt so cold, his mind making him think he was back out there. He could still see the body as clear as day, frozen, blue, and lifeless.

Fighting to get under the covers more, Adam let out a tiny cry as his breathing picked up in panic, he didn’t want to freeze to death.

“Adam?” Dante whispered, awake instantly, well mostly awake, his arm almost slipped of his pillow when he sat up. “Adam, talk to me my Prince.”

“So cold.” Was all he said as Dante pulled him close. He was pretty sure it was all in his head, but it didn’t feel like it.

“Let’s get you warmed up.” Dante said softly, moving the blanket from around Adams shoulders and getting him laid down. Covering him in the blanket and duvet, Dante pulled him close, using his own body to help warm him up.

Now in Dantes arms, Adam fell asleep, somewhere in the back of his mind knowing Dante had kept himself awake to make sure he was OK.

Adam watched the kids put their coats on, getting ready to go outside and play. Patrick couldn’t wait to go out, even if for a few minutes before his bones started to ache, keeping an eye on the kids until Dante went out with Jacob.

“One hot water bottle.” Dante said handing it over. He hadn’t made a comment about how cold Adam was feeling. Unlike Patrick, who had asked why the house was so hot and felt like summer, before giggling at how many layers Adam had on.

Words had definitely been spoken, for next time Adam had seen him, Patrick had looked back sadly and didn’t say anything.

“Feeling any warmer?” He asked, tucking the bottle inside Adams blankets and kissing his forehead.

“I don’t know.” Adam breathed, closing his eyes and leaning into Dante. “My brain keeps taking my back there. I can see it as if it was happening right now, feel it like it’s real.”

“I promise you sweetheart. You are warm and toasted.” Dante said leaning their head together, before look at Adam when he snorted a laugh.

“Warm and toastie. Not toasted.” He smiled, which grow when Dantes cheeks turned red.

“We're going out!” Patrick called over getting Dantes attention as they waved and walked out the door, closing it before the cold air could reach Adam.

“Then I promise you are warm and…. Toastie.” Dante said, his eyes moving from the front door back to Adam. “You will never feel cold again.”

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Joe sat in the small nurses area, his sleeve rolled up. He had been trying all week to convince Sebastian he didn’t need this, but his boss wouldn’t listen, because right then Sebastian couldn’t be his lover and Sub.

“I promise you Seb, I’m clean. I think I would know if I've got an std.” Joe tried again, he wanted to be brave for his Nicky, who stood next to him with his cat Teddy in his arms. But he was just to scared.

Nicky for his part was being so well behaved, and would get rewarded for it later. It helped that he didn’t need to get tested, for he didn’t work with any clients or come into contact with their body fluid.

“We’ve been through this many times my love.” Sebastian said taking his hand. “This time I was able you get you the best nurse in America.”

“It won’t make any difference.” Joe said, letting Nicky sit on his lap. They went through this every six months, when the whole club got a blood test done. All the swab testing was done at home and sent of, Joe was just as bad with that as well.

“Good morning!” Their nurse said as he walked in, making Nicky jump of Joe’s lap in excitement.

“I’ve got my nurse!!” He yelled just that little to loud as he hugged Patrick, who held him just as tight.

“Of course you do. You think I’m gonna let some other person look after you?” He asked, kissing Nickys head and slowly moved him away. “I’m doing all the bloods for the club.”

“Fine, this makes it a little better.” Joe whisped to Sebastian, as Patrick got everything set up and some gloves on. Because he knew Patrick and he had always been so very careful with Nicky in the past. “How did you make this happen?”

“I didn’t.” Sebastian smiled. “Somehow Patrick did.”

“Was easy.” Patrick said in his cheery voice and sat next to Joe, singing his chair just that bit to much that he had to realign himself before he put a tight band around Joe's arm. “Danny told me about this, and I need to complete a set amount of hours in the clinic. So I volunteered. That way I got to see everyone….. Your veins like to hide don’t they.”

“They’ve always had trouble getting blood from me.” Joe told him, his arm going tense when Patrick put pressure on a vein. “Always so God damn painful and left with a bruise.”

“Its because you tense up love.” Patrick said, looking at Joe over the rim of his glasses.

“See what did I tell you.” Sebastian scolded, moving Joe’s face to his chest, so he couldn’t see what was happening.

“So Nicky. How’s the cats?” Patrick asked, finally seeing a good vein and picking the needle up.

“They're great.” Nicky said. “My lady has a new coat because it’s getting cold, and she goes out with me. She wanted to come with me here, but she couldn’t, so I have princess Fluffybottom instead.”

Patrick felt Joe relax at Nickys voice, as the little continued to talk about his cats. He still flinched when the needle went in, but Patrick kept up with the conversation with Nicky. Even Sebastian joined in, making Joe relax into him more as he kept his face hidden in Sebastians chest.

“All done.” Patrick smiled, carefully pulling the needle out and sticking a small cotton ball down. “Well done Joe, sadly I've no stickers for you.”

“Seb was right.” Joe said, moving his face to look at his arm. “You are the best. It barely hurt.”

With a shy, embarrassed smile, Patricks cheeks turned red as he stood to sort out the bloods.

“You did so well.” Sebastian said to Joe, hugging him to his chest, before sitting on Joe's lap and rolled his own sleeve up, getting ready for his turn. Nicky was happily talking away to his nurse.

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Dante held Adams hand as they walked through animal kingdom of Disney world. It was their third day here and everyone was enjoying it.

Cassie was determined to make friends with the feral cats running around, with Rebecca trying to help her.

Nathan was keeping a look out for anymore alligators since they seen their first one a few days ago. Dante was doing the same, for he never got a good look at it, and would love to see it again.

Patrick was happily looking around as he pushed Jacob. Clearly enjoying the warmth, unlike back in manhatten where it was cold and wet. He was also starting to relax and as a result was eating more, though the two men did catch him eyeing up the alcohol when at dinner last night.

Adam was taking it all in his stride, doing one day at a time. Dante knew Adam felt guilty if he needed to be in his wheelchair, for he couldn’t walk the long distance. The kids loved it, because of his illness it meant they didn’t have to wait as long for things, making them believe they were getting special treatment.

Without thinking, Dante followed behind his family, smiling when Adam absent mindedly started to swing their hands as they joined a small queue of people. It wasn’t until they were nearer the front, just two families away, did Dante see what they were queuing up for.

Pure, cold fear ran through him. Making him stop dead in his tracks.

They had been told about snakes here, had seen one from a distant, but this was right there, no more then three feet from him, in the arms of one of the staff.

“Dee?” Adam asked, as he was pulled to a stop also. “Deedee what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He lied, trying his hardest to smile at Adam, but his eyes were on the snake, ready for it to strike out and bite him. Just like his cousins pet snake had done when he was little, catching Dante just under his right eye. “You go ahead. I need to get my sugars up anyway.”

Struggling to let go of Adams hand, Dante moved to take a step back, but there were people behind him and in front of him, with a queuing rope on one side and rocks on the other. He had nowhere to go but follow his family to the front.

Grabbing hold of Adams hand once again Dante took in the monster that Patrick and the kids easily walked up to. To him it looked like a beast that could swallow Jacob, but in reality it wasn’t anymore then four foot long.

“Patty, I think Dee is freaking out.” Adams voice cut through Dantes panic. He was most definitely freaking out and frozen in place. He couldn’t get closer to have a picture taken with the kids, who were taking it in turns to hold the monster, and his brain couldn’t work out how to get away from it.

Then Patrick was stood in front of him, blocking out the world, giving Dante a chance to breathe and for his brain to start working again.

“Come on Danny, let’s go look over here.” Patrick said just as happily, as if he wasn’t disappointed that he didn’t get a turn with the snake. Wrapping an arm around Dante, Patrick forced him to let Adam go, before gently moving Dante away, keeping the snake out of sight.

“I’m sorry.” Patrick whispered as they sat down on a bench. “I didn’t know you was scared of snakes.”

“Not your fault, I should of told you.” Dante said, handing his drink to Patrick so he could have some. “But I didn’t see the point, for we was never around any.”

“Move your ass.” Adam ordered as he came over with the kids and push his way on the bench next to Dante, even though there was lots of room next to Patrick. “Mmmm this is better.” He hummed, stretching out, one hand going behind Dante, fingers just brushing over his head. It was Adams way of showing affection, and Dante soaked it in.

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Nicky woke in the night feeling cold. Groaning he moved to try and find some heat, only to find the area around him empty.

Jumping awake, Nicky looked around, to see that everyone had somehow changed places, Joe was now on Sebastians side, Sebastian was in the middle snuggling Joe, and Nicky was where Joe should of been.

Confused, Nicky sat up and looked across at them, tuck up in each others arms, warm under the blanket.

He couldn’t stop the thoughts even if he tried. They had pushed Nicky out, showing him he was no longer wanted. Nicky couldn’t help but feel jealous as he kept looking at them.

With his bottom lip trembling and eyes watering, Nicky looked away with a small sniff.

“Baby?” Sebastians soft voice said from next to him, as Sebastian moved, waking Joe at the same time. “Nicky sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream?”

“No.” Nicky whispered, leaning into Sebastian and watching Joe walk around to him, in just his underwear. They had been fully clothed when going to bed. The thought that they had played without him made the tears start to fall.

“Nicky, habibi. Tell us what’s wrong?” Joe said, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand softly stroking Nickys cheek.

“Do you two love each other more then me?” Nicky asked, trying to dry his eyes. “I'll understand if you do. I’m to much work. Why would anyone love m-” Nicky was cut of by Joe's lips on his own, so soft and tender, making Nicky melt, but doing very little to calm his thoughts.

“My love for you both is unmeasureble.” Joe whispered, making sure Nicky was looking at him. “I am unable to love one more then the other. Because you are both so much apart of who I am. Oh my sweet sweet Nicolo, please understand that we do love you, but we do also need to love each other the same way.”

“I’m sorry I got upset.” Nicky said sadly, hugging his knees, then gave a small smile when lady jumped on the bed and meowed at him to be picked up. “Forgiven?”

“Always baby.” Joe cooed, moving the cat so Nicky could reach her, knowing she’ll do more to help Nicky feel better then just him and Sebastian alone could. “You never need to ask, because the answer will always be yes.”

Hugging lady close, Nicky looked up at Sebastian, to see the love in his eyes as well.

“Maybe tomorrow, we all sit down and talk about this a bit more.” Sebastian offered, pulling Nicky back to the right area of the bed. “That way we can help you understand how our relationship is slightly different now there’s three of us. And then hopefully you will never feel like this again.”

Nicky nodded as Joe got into bed and fixed the covers, before he then gently pushed Nicky down and tucked him and the cat in.

“Sleep now my heart. My arms will still be around you when you next wake up.” He promised, laying next to Nicky, with Sebastian on the other side.

Feeling better, Nicky settled, waking up many hours later still in both their arms.

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Patrick sat at the bar, enjoying his drink as he watched people move around the club. He had left just over a month ago, after he had graduated from uni and became a full time nurse, he was now enjoying a rare three day rest.

With a sigh, Patrick leaned back and sideways, into Adam who was stood on the other side of the bar, also leaning on it as he talked to someone.

Feeling Adams lips on the top of his head Patrick smiled as his eyes found Dante. Taking a sip of his vodka and orange, Patrick watched his Dom as he made a hand signal to someone.

Patrick knew that signal, for Dante had made him learn them, then the sub kept playing blind when Dante used them in him. Forcing his Dom to come to him, for it was the ‘come here’ one.

His smile turned confused when a lady came over, eyes downcast, hands behind her back, acting submissive. Then a rush of jealousy took over when Dante clipped a lead to her collar and walked of to the bedrooms with her following behind.

“You're pouting.” Adam said in his ear, then nipped it, making Patrick pout more. “Patty, talk to me.”

“Who was that?” He demanded, turning to look at Adam, seeing him confused. “With Danny. He walked her to the back rooms on a lead. Why?”

“Oh that’s Jonna. She’s been his paying sub for 18 months, Book give for a job just after you left.” Adam shrugged, his eyes going to some people coming over for drinks. “Shes just a work sub, nothing to worry about.”

Patrick looked over to the open doors of the back, as Adam stepped away to make drinks. He could see Dante stood outside Bookers office, laughing and talking to the guy inside. Then he watched as the sub leaned into him and snuggled her face into his arm, that came up to hold her and play with her hair.

“Nope.” Patrick said to himself, hopping of his stool and walking over, seeing Dante continue onto his room. It just made Patrick walk faster, getting to the door just as it was about to close.

“Paddy?” Dante said in shock and confusion as he pushed his way in, smiling at his Dom at the same time.

“Adams busy. I got lonely.” He said, trying to sound and act all sweet. His eyes going to the lady sat on Dantes bed.

“I’m busy to pup.” Dante said kindly, opening the door up more so Patrick would have room to leave. But he didn’t leave, he walked over and sat on the bed. That was when Dante gritted his teeth with a loud sigh.

“Who’s this?” Patrick asked, unclipping the lead and playing with her collar, looking for the owned tag. “Oops.” He said when he ‘accidentally’ took it of and drop the collar on the floor.

“Excuse us.” Dante said to Joanne, his voice coming out as soft as he could make it between his teeth as he glared at Patrick.

Storming over, Dante grabbed Patricks arm hard and pulled him up, before marching him out the room.

“Danny I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that was the clip.” Patrick tried as he got pushed into Sebastians office and all but thrown on the sofa. Sebastian for his part, made a quick exit, closing the door behind himself.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” Dante growled at him, his hand shaking from anger as he pointed it in Patricks face. “You know damn well what you was doing!”

“I’m sorry.” Patrick whispered, his eyes watering as he looked away and chowed on his sleeve. “Adam said she was your sub. You never treated me like that at the beginning, and I was more then just your sub. I’m sorry.”

Wiping at his eyes, Patrick brought his knees up to hug them. He could see Dante walking over from the corner of his eye, but he dared not look up, then a soft touch made him look.

“Oh my pup.” Dante breathed, running his hand over Patricks cheek now he was looking at his Dom. “We didn’t know what each other wanted at the beginning. YOU didn't know what you wanted, that’s why we took it slow. Joanne's been a paying sub of mine for over a year, so we're past that point already.”

“Can you mark me as yours?” Patrick asked, holding his arm out, making Dante smile at him. He would do anything to make his insecure pup feel better, because that’s what this was, Patrick had been feeling it more since leaving the club. He hated the thought of being replaced.

Taking his arm, Dante kissed it, before locking his lips on the skin and sucking, bringing the blood to the surface, making a bruise.

“I’ll do better later.” He promised, kissing Patricks lips. “I love you pup, but now I must work. See if the little one can play.”

“Thank you.” Patrick said softly back, trying to go in for more kisses, but Dante just gave a small laugh and moved away. Taking his hand, Dante walked them back out the office.

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Nicky sat on the sofa in Sebastians house, Joe next to him. They had been married for two weeks now, and Nicky was getting more confident.

Just a few months ago he asked Joe to tie him up, which Joe did, they didn’t have sex, just snuggled. Then he had asked for a blindfold, which he wasn’t that keen on in the end, so Joe used his hand and sent Nicky to sleep.

Now Joe wanted them to go over a kink list, so he didn’t cross any of Nickys unknown hard limits as they entered the world of BDSM. Joe couldn’t wait for Nicky to give him a title, but he knew he had to be patient.

“We ready to start?” Sebastian asked, sitting down on the other side of Nicky, a large glass of wine in hand. He was there to help Joe and Nicky, especially Nicky, for he had a mountain of questions, and Joe wanted to make sure every one of them was answered.

He also wanted Sebastian there to help Nicky pick his kinks, for he knew his Nico, knew he would put anything down to keep Joe happy. Joe didn't want that, he would rather make the sacrifice, for he could always get his full of kinks at work.

Nicky didn’t have that, Joe was all he had.

“Um…. What type of sub are you?” Joe said, reading it of the paper. He had already done his last night with Nicky. He knew his answers had worried the young man, for Nicky didn’t move to hug him last night, then went stiff when Joe tried.

“You can tick as many or as few as you like.” Sebastian said as Nicky looked at his options. Pet, little, rope bunny, bratt, masochist, bottom, slave.

“I don’t know.” Nicky whispered to Sebastian. “What if I pick wrong?”

“There is no wrong answer Mon chaton.” Sebastian said softly, hugging him close and kissing his head. “This isn’t set in stone. You can come back to it any time you like, tomorrow even, to add or change your answers. You don’t even need to answer if you don’t know.”

“What is the next question?” Nicky asked, unknownly making Joe very happy, for Nicky hadn’t panicked because he couldn't answer a question.

“What are your hard limits?” Joe said, reading from the listing, before moving that page out the way to look at the papers under it. “We can look at that when we do the list. It’ll be easier to answer them. Same with soft limits.”

“Um…. I liked the silk.” Nicky said sweetly, as he played with his fingers. “It was nice on my skin when you did it. But I don’t think I'll try it on myself again.”

“Thank you for telling me.” Joe smiled, loving how proud Nicky looked at that as Sebastian kissed his head and called him a good boy.

“And Um….” looking more confident, Nicky kept going. “I like your hands. I don’t like the blindfold. But your hands are nice. I also like to bite. But I don’t the thing with the red ball in my mouth, so I don’t know what else to use.”

“I have many different gags you can try habibi.” Joe said smiling happily, even though that wasn’t the questions he was going to ask. He had been planing to asking Nicky what his hobbies were, for even though their are married, it felt like Nicky didn’t have much to look forwards to or do in his spare time.

Joe had brought Nicky many different things over the years, from crafting to cooking. But it seemed like Nicky was still at a loss on what he wanted to do, not what everybody else wanted from him.

“Not the one with the red ball…. Or the one with the hole.” Nicky said, it was almost a damand, and even though Joe would never forget that as a hard limit, he still wrote it down.

“They will be removed from our toy box, and rehomed down in our work room.” Joe said, making Nicky look so happy, that he relaxed more. Then a worried look came over his face as he remembered Joe's list from last night.

“I don’t like pain.” He whispered, arms going around his stomach. “Or blood. Makes me feel sick.”

“I don’t like blood also.” Joe smiled at him. He would always have a bad dom drop if he made someone bleed, for he hated it. “And I would never think of hurting you. I love you Nico.”

Even after two years of hearing it, Nicky went all shy and embarrassed, as his fingers moved to his mouth, his cheeks turned red and he buried his face into Sebastians shirt. Joe could just see the smile on his lips.

It always did two things to Joe's heart, it would always melt by the way Nicky looked so happy to hear them words, then break because he’d remember why Nicky always looked so happy. Joe wished he could go back in time, so he could move to Italy and show Nicky all he love he missed out on.

“That’s a soft limit.” Nicky smiled at him, slightly turning his face so he could see Joe. “You can say that all the times.”

With a chuckle, Joe moved forwards and kissed his new husband.

“I love you.”

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Patrick watched Dante nervously as he sat on the chair in the clubs office. Sebastian was getting ready to make it official that Dante would have Patrick as his sub, but first they needed to vet each other.

Dante had only been at the club for two months, but this process could take a long time. Marcus was still being vetted by Paula to be her sub, and she had been here almost a year.

Putting his tea down on the table, Dante sat on the sofa, a place Patrick was told he could sit, but he didn’t feel comfortable sitting on the same seat Dante would be on.

Not because he didn’t trust Dante, no, it was the complete opposite, he adored the guy, wanted Dante to be his master more then anything. He just didn’t think it was appropriate for a sub to be sat like that next to a potential dom.

But he was also scared of the effect Dante had on him. He could bring Patricks walls down easier then anyone he knew. And with the way his life’s been the past few months, Patrick didn’t want to make a fool of himself.

“Right Patrick. Before we start, I just want you to know, you don’t have to answer any questions you are uncomfortable with right now.” Dante said, picking up a biscuit and dunking it in his tea. “That’s why vetting takes so long, so we can build the trust to be able to tell each other these things.”

Patrick nodded and picked up his pen and paper, his fingers absent mindedly swinging it around, watching Dante eat his biscuit, before the dom offered him one.

“No thank you.” Patrick smiled, trying so hard not to pull a face at it. With a nod, Dante sat back up and got comfy.

“We're not be doing kinks yet.” Dante said, his eyes going behind Patrick, making him turn to see Sebastian sit down behind his desk. He wasn’t apart of this, had nothing to do with it even, he had told them he had alot of paperwork to catch up on. Patrick wouldn’t be surprised if Sebastian was keeping an eye on things, for the guy was very cautious about these things and would be listening for any red flags.

“Then what are we doing?” Patrick asked, putting his kink list and pen back on the table, then bringing his legs up, trying to fit himself on the seat, before changing his mind and putting one back down. Dante was watching his every move.

“Finding out about each other.” Dante said after swallowing another mouthful of biscuit. It was the only thing he’d eaten in over six hour, so Patrick had no problems with him eating now. “We already know we are compatible in a session when it comes to kinks, though we still have alot to learn there. But if I’m to be your dom outside the bedroom, to help keep you safe in the club and help you to learn, then we need to understand each other more.”

“What about outside the club?” Patrick dared to asked, once again moving to get comfy and taking a sip of his coffee. It wasn’t relaxing him like it use to do.

“Sorry sweet, but I’m not looking for a sub of my own just yet.” Dante said softly, because he couldn’t stand hurting this guy, he was much more fragile then he let on, and the way his lips twitched, showed that hurt.

“OK.” Patrick said simply, finially settling down, but his leg still bounced. “So where was we?”

“Do you have a nickname? Or is it just Patrick?” Dante asked, picking his tea up and resting it on his knee now the biscuits were gone.

“Oh…. Um…. Nicky calls me paddy, but he’s the only one who can for personal reasons.” Patrick said, not looking at Dante, his leg still bouncing away as his fingers started to move.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way. But are you on something?” Dante said, making Patrick go still and look at him confused. “You seem very…..” Dante waved his hand around, trying to find the word that had escaped him. “You can’t keep still.” He settled with. “Like you're on something.”

“You mean drugs?” Patrick laughed. “No sir. No drugs, no alcohol, no nothing.”

“You don’t need to call me sir. We're not in a dynamic.” Dante said softly, seeing the hurt again in Patricks eyes, but his smile was still blinding. This guy was good at hiding what he was feeling.

“Maybe I like it.” He winked, then snorted a laugh at Dantes looked. “Fine, I'll call you…..” Dante could hear Patrick muttering his name, shortening it and making it longer somehow. “Danny. There, I'll call you Danny.”

Dante just shrugged and nodded his approval, for he had been called much worst. Then he looked back at Patrick as he started to fidget again.

“What about your mental health?” Dante asked carefully, for some of his clients didn’t like that question, found it to personal, but he needed to know if he had to keep an eye out for anything.

“I don’t know…. What about my mental health?” Patrick asked back just as carefully, if not, more so. Dante seen the change in him, he was now very guarded.

“I know these are very personal questions. And I'm sorry I'm asking them. But I need to know I won’t do anything that'll upset you or have a negative impact.” Dante said, watching how Patrick tried to get his longs legs back up on the small chair. “You may sit over here if it’s more comfortable.”

“I'm good.” Patrick said, settling on just hugging his knees close to his body as his feet hung of the chair. “I’m good in every way.”

“So no depression? No anxiety? What about things like adhd?” Dante asked when Patrick shook his head at the first two.

Trying to get comfy again, Patrick put his legs over the arm of the chair, with his head hanging over the other side, and started to kick his feet.

“My mam was going to get me checked out for it….. I think.” He said, turning more on the chair so his legs went over the back and his head hung upside down. “Can’t remember. There was something the teachers said I should be checked for. But anyway, shit happened and we didn’t have the money.”

“I know I said no kinks, but do you do age play?” Dante asked, writing down that Patrick possibly had adhd, so he could remember to keep a closer eye on that area.

“Um what?” Patrick asked back, his head slightly turned to the side as he looked at Dante confused. Then the door opened and Andy walked in.

“Sit yourself down properly.” She scolded, making Patrick panic to get of the chair that he ended up hitting the table. “Honestly Booker, why do you let them get away with so much.”

“Sorry mistress.” Sebastian whispered, clearly not liking that he was getting told of infront of his staff.

Very slowly, Patrick picked himself of the floor and wrapped his arms around himself, not even trying to look at Andy, who glared at him. Dante met that look head on when she turn it on him as he stood.

Neither of them backed down as they continued the battle for dominance, until Dante got to Patrick and was forced to look away. He had to grit his teeth when he heard Andy smugness, it was just a loud breath, but sounded like she stopped herself from laughing.

“Come on sweetheart, we'll finish this later.” Dante said, gently taking Patricks hand and walking him out the room with his head high, not once did he look back, even though he could feel Andy still glaring at him.

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Patrick walked out the back door of the club, cigarette between his lips, lighter in his hand. It was a busy night, and Patrick had decided to put a cigarette over having something to eat in his 15 minute break. Dante would be so disappointed, for he was keeping a very close eye on Patricks eating, knowing something wasn’t right, but had yet to ask or work it out.

Lucky for Patrick, his soon to be Dom was in the back rooms all night, with back to back appointments and only ten minutes in between to get himself set up for the next. Andy loved piling on work when that person made her money.

Breathing the smoke into his lungs, Patrick relaxed and rotated his neck and shoulders, trying to work out the knotts in them.

“Give me your money.” A males voice came from behind Patrick, as he turned to walk more into the car park. “Don’t turn around, just hand it over.”

“I don’t have any on me.” Patrick said, not as bravely as he wanted when he felt cold metal against his head. His knees turned to jelly when he heard the gun cock.

“I promise you. I don’t have any on me.” Patrick panicked. “All I've got is a pack of smokes with two left.” He was thankful he hadn’t brought his phone out, it was safely tucked away in his locker with his bank cards in the case.

“Fuck.” The mugger said angrily. Then pushed the gun even more into Patricks head, making him give a small cry as he almost stumbled forwards. He didn’t want to die, he was all Rebecca had left, she can’t loose her brother six months after losing their mum.

“Please, don’t do this.” Patrick begged, his eyes closed tight. “Please.”

“Shut up, just…. Shut up.” The panic now in the muggers voice made Patrick start to cry. Because a scared panicked person was more dangerous then an angry one.

“I’m sorry biscuit.” Patrick whispered, believing this was it. He had heard as his time as a nurse, from people who thought they would die, about feeling almost at peace. Patrick didn’t feel that, far from it.

He just felt so scared, for he would be leaving his sister behind. He wondered if this was how his mum felt in her final moments.

Then the back door opened again.

“Patrick, Nickys looking for y-” Came Tina's voice from behind them both. “Get the fuck away from him!!” She screamed.

To scared to open his eyes, Patrick tensed as the mugger pushed past him. He could only just heard the sound of running feet over his own racing heart, then hands touched him, making Patrick jump.

“He’s gone Patrick. Let’s get you back inside.” Tina said softly, slowly moving him back towards the club.

“I want Danny.” Patrick cried, for he felt safe with Dante. He may of started two months ago, and they may of only just started to vet one another, but Patrick wanted him so bad.

On very wobbly legs, and with the help of Tina, Patrick walked through the staff room, and stopped outside Dantes closed down. The slider they had on every door was red, showing he was with a client.

Unable to hold back, Patrick begun to cry more. He wanted in that room. He wanted the person in there more then anything. He wanted to hide under a blanket and he held.

Then the door opened slightly and a confused Dante looked out, his face soon dropped to shock then concern when he seen the state of Patrick.

“Don’t move.” He ordered Patrick, before moving away from the door, they could only just hear him talking to his client. Within seconds he was back and opening the door more. “Come on sweetheart.”

Pushing Tina away Patrick fell into Dantes arms and hung on, trying to talk but he was to worked up, so it was nothing but a mess.

“Someone tried to mug him. Gun to his head and all.” Tina translated. “You want me to look after…. Alex?” She asked, looking into his room to see who was on his bed. It was rare for Tina to work the back rooms, but she knew Dantes client, they had both been vetted by Alex. Dante only got them as a client because he was now allowed to do blood play.

“Thank you. Where’s the lady’s? I don’t want them seeing this.” Dante said, holding Patrick more when he tried to move away. Patrick all but melted back into him.

“Upstairs. Andys already been down, so she won’t again until closing. Use Joe's room. Booker won’t tell.” Tina smiled as she walked into Dante room and he walked Patrick to Joe's.

Within ten minutes Sebastian was sat with them, after making Patrick a hot drink, finding out what had happened. Not even two minutes after he left, Nicky ran in and jumped on Patrick, where they spent the rest of the night, with Joe, Sebastian and Dante taking it in turns looking after them.

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Adam pulled his thin jacket around himself as much as he could, as the rain soaked through his clothes. The dark sky’s were promising more then just the rain, and that scared him.

Gasping for air, Adam looked up at the clubs car park, at how empty it was, meaning no one was home. It also meant he was so close to his home, to safety, but that thought soon dissappeared as the skies lite up.

Jumping out of his skin, Adam ran into the alleyway and hid between the two large bins opposite the side door, as loud thunder rumbled overhead.

Tucking himself as far back as he could, Adam hugged his knees as he covered his ears and cried, as flashbacks ran through his head.

“Paddy! Wheres Adam?!” Dante called, running back down the stairs as the sky’s grow darker and the rains heavier. A storm was on its way and Adam had walked out half hour ago after he and Dante got into a fight about the most silliest of things. Dante wanted him home and safe.

“I don’t know. He’s not answering his phone.” Patrick said, looking at Dante in panic, for Adam had walk of without his oxygen.

“We'll find him pup.” Dante promised, picking his phone up and going into one of his apps just as the sky’s turned loud and angry. It just made Dante even more anxious to find his wondering lover, who had a fear of thunder.

“Did you put a tracker on his phone?” Patrick asked, looking over Dantes shoulder, to see his and Rebeccas phone numbers on the app as well as Adams. “Your tracking all of us?”

“Why do you think I downloaded that app for you? It’s to keep you safe.” Dante shrugged, getting the app to look for Adams phone. “Be thankful. Because right now it’s taking us to Adam….. He’s next to the club.”

Adam sat huddled in the middle of the alleyway, freezing cold and scared. The open ends did nothing to keep the wind out, and it had no roof, meaning rain was coming down, making the area one big puddle.

He wished now he had kept his cool, but he had desperately wanted a cigarette and Dante had refused to give him one. Adam sees now it wasn’t Dante trying to control him, but look after him, for the smoke would damage his lungs even more.

“I’m sorry.” Adam cried, trying to get even small as the storm raged on, his arms going over his ears as he gripped his hair tight. “Please don’t leave me.” He begged to no one, hoping someone will help him.

Adam jumped when something was placed over him, then he was in someone’s arms, being held tightly.

“Get your arms in the coat baby.” Dante said, forcing Adams arms to move. “Good boy. We're here. It’s OK, we’re here.”

Gasping even more, Adam started to cough, before almost jumping on Dantes lap when another clap of thunder sounded.

“Oxygen on please.” Dante ordered, helping Patrick to put it over Adams face, before kissing his forehead and holding hims again. “Can you open your eyes?”

Holding onto Dante like his life depended on it, Adam shook his head. Imagines were running through his head, disjointed and confusing, just like when he dreamt about the same things. His attacker liked storms, it always got him excited. Six year old Adam was terrified of them and the pain it brought.

“OK sweetheart, I’m going to need you to trust me.” Dante said, still holding him close. “I'm going to put earphones in both your ears and play music. Me and Paddy will then walk you home, keep your eyes closed, listen to the music and focus on your breathing.”

Taking hold of the offered hands, Adam felt the earphones go in one at a time, that alone drowned out the rain. Then the sky’s rumbled to show Adam it wasn’t good enough.

“Shhhh it’s OK hunny.” Dante said, pulling Adam back into his chest when. Adam tried to talk, but his mouth wouldn’t work, he was to cold and all his teeth done was chatter together.

Then music started to play, it was his favourite playlist, full of country songs and a few pop rocks thrown in.

Keeping his eyes tightly shut, Adam let Dante and Patrick get him to his feet and very slowly started to walk. It was the first time he put his entire trust in someone else.

Adam jumped when the rain hit his face, telling him they were now out on the streets, but hands took his hood and pulled it down more, trying to keep him dry. It felt like it took forever to walk the ten doors to get back home.

Adam just stood there, dripping wet and shivering, as the earphones were taken out, to hear the same music getting played from the speakers. Slowly he opened his eyes as Patrick took his coat of and hung it up to dry.

“I’m sorry I acted like a child and ran of.” Adam whispered through his mask, looking at the soaking wet Dante in front of him.

“Let’s get you in a bath to warm up. If you don’t get ill from this, then I will forgive you.” Dante smiled at him, it was so warm and fill of love, that Adam couldn’t help but think he was already forgiven.

With the music playing to drown out the storm, Adam took Dantes offered hand and walked to the bathroom with him, Patrick happily followed behind. He ended up in the bath with Adam, having Dante on the outside washing them both.

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Nicky sat on the park bench, holding lady close, watching everyone play. He desperately wanted to join in, even though he wasn’t good at throwing a ball, and he didn’t even know what the flat disk was they were also throwing.

But that didn’t matter, because there was one thing stopping him from getting closer, and that was Niles brother, dressed as a clown for his sisters birthday party.

Nickys old sir liked to watched scary movies, use to tell Nicky they were true story’s and it could happen to him if he didn’t have Keane there to protect him. That had been his introduction to a clown, in a movie Nicky through was real, killing people.

“You coming over baby?” Sebastian asked, sitting down next to him, Nicky scrunched his nose up from the smell of cigarettes.

“No thank you.” Nicky said, holding his lady closer as Mr Twinkletoes sit on the table cleaning himself, the lead loosy in Nickys hand. “I'm happy here. I’m waiting for my paddy.”

With a sad smile, because Patrick wasn't sure if he’d make it from work, Sebastian stood and kissed Nickys head.

“I'll get you something to eat. Unless Joe's burnt it all when Dante wasn’t looking.” That got a laugh from Nicky, because Joe should be nowhere near the BBQ.

Nicky watched Sebastian move away, before his eyes moved to Adam, who was sat at another table closer to Joe and Dante, also people watching. Holding lady in a more secure grip, Nicky picked up Mr Twinkletoes lead and got ready to move closer to Adam.

“Hey there! Would you like a balloon animal?” Nicky froze in fear at the clowns cheery voice, he dare not look towards it, for fear he’d see his own death coming. “Would you like to smell my flower?” The cheery voice kept going.

With his heart pounding in his ears, Nicky made a small sound as he seen the clown get closer from the corner of his eye, making lady hiss.

“Woh there. I don’t mean any harm.” He said, reaching out to touch Nickys shoulder. Nicky was convinced he was going to be killed. He was going to die because both his doms were not there to save him.

There was only one thing for it. Nicky had to save himself.

And so he screamed.

“Nicky!!” Joe shouted, running over. The whole party had stopped and was now rushing over. “Nico, what happened?”

Dragging Mr Twinkletoes onto his lap, Nicky hugged both his cats close as he gasped for breath. Holding tighter when his boy tried to get away.

“Get away from him.” Nicky heard Adams voice from behind him, strong and demanding. He did hear the clown talking back, but by that time Nicky was pulled into Joe's chest, as Sebastian hugged him from behind.

“It’s OK baby. He'll not hurt you.” Sebastian whispered, kissing his head, then helped to cover Nicky when the sound of shouting and fighting started.

“He’s going to kill Adam.” Nicky started to cry, feeling helpless to do anything, struggling to breath properly. “Please save him.”

“He won’t kill Adam, sweetheart.” Joe said, moving Mr Twinkletoes from Nickys lap, before the cat got his claws out to force Nicky to let him go. “He’s not going to kill anyone.”

“After everything, I'd be damned if I let some clown kill me.” Came Adams breathless voice, making Nicky look out from the safety of Joe and Sebastians arms, to see Adam climb on the table and sit next to them.

Putting lady’s ear in his mouth, Nicky slowly relaxed, his eyes not leaving Adam.

“I’ve been grounded. Mind if I hang out here with you?” He asked, pulling a face when Dante came over and made him wear his oxygen. The older dom didn’t look to happy with him.

Very bravely Nicky reached his arm out and waved Dantes hands away from Adam, before taking Adams hand.

“You saved me.” He whispered, making Adam smile with a blush. “Thank you.”

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Sebastian ran around the corner, his eyes wide with fear, anxiety flowing through his veins. He had thought it was a great idea to bring Nicky to the park, where they were having a fete, with so much to do.

They had people selling things, rides to go on, animals to see, and a small main area where they do shows. Nicky had a great time watching the dog show, and got upset that not all of then won, for they were all cute.

“Shit shit shit shit shit” Sebastian panicked, looking around, all his fears and nightmares were coming true. He had lost Nicky. Joe was going to kill him. Sebastian wondered if he should even phone him, for Joe was with Adam, getting him back through rehab.

On the verge of a breakdown, Sebastian kept going, then stopped as a tent got his eye. The petting corner, full of farm animals.

Praying, Sebastian walked towards it, if it wasn’t for the amount of people, he would of ran it, and went in. The first thing to greet him was a cow, Sebastian may of been alive for 45 years now, and travelled alot, but he had never seen anything so big before. It made him even more worried about Nicky, for that would most likely scare his young love.

Taking a deep breath, Sebastian pushed on, keeping his distance from the cow and made his way to the sheep and goats, his eyes scanning every pen.

“Nicky where are you?” He worried, getting to the end of that side. Not taking any notice of the ewe and lamb next to him, he made his way back down the other side.

“This is lady, she’s being so very brave.” Sebastian stopped dead in his tracks and looked around at Nickys voice. “We’re lost and waiting to be found. No Mr moo, you can’t lick her.”

“Nicky!!?” Sebastian called, his eyes scanning faster as he started to move again. Then he seen him, his little Nicky, sat next to a calf, tucked up out of everyones way. Sebastian mentally kicked himself, for if he had paid more attention to the cows when he first came in, he would of seen his Nicky.

“Oh Nicky.” Sebastian sighed, running over, seeing Nickys smile when he looked up and seen Sebastian. “I’m so sorry I lost you.”

“I thought I lost you.” Nicky said, happily hugging Sebastian as he kneeled down. “Lady was being very brave. And I've named my new friend Mr Moo. Can we keep him?”

“We can’t keep him baby.” Sebastian would if he could, right now he would buy Nicky everything he wanted to try and make up for losing him. “There's a shop not to far away, they sell toy cows. We can buy a toy Mr Moo.”

“Did you have fun today?” Joe asked as he stretched and relaxed on the sofa. Nicky was on his lap within seconds, for he had missed Joe.

“Lots of fun.” Nicky said. “I made a new friend, but I wasn’t allowed to keep him, he was called Mr Moo, so daddy got me this.”

“Was that your favourite? Seeing the animals?” Joe asked, looking at the cow plush with a smile.

“When daddy found me then it was. Before that it was very scary.” Nicky said, resting his head on Joe's chest and yawning. He missed the questionable look Joe sent Sebastian, and Sebastians way of pretending he didn’t see it by drinking his coffee.

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Sebastian helped get the shivering Nicky out of Adams small shower. He had been right about the hot water running out, even at 4am the shower was freezing. Sebastian had no idea how Adam could live like this.

“I’m so cold.” Nicky said quietly, making Sebastian work harder and faster to dry him. His poor baby had been through so much tonight, only just settling from his flashbacks before the fire broke out.

“There you go sweetie.” Sebastian said, getting him dressed. “Go sit with Joe. Get a blanket around yourself for warmth.”

With a nod, Nicky slowly left the bathroom. It was now Sebastians turn for the freezing shower to wash the smoke away.

Feeling lower then every before, Sebastian got undressed. He was very grateful that Adam opened his home up to them. Sebastian didn’t have the money for a hotel, and they didn't even know how long they’d be out the house for. But he longed for the warmth of a shower, and a safe place to sleep, without people shouting and fighting.

Sebastian sat on the sofa bed, still feeling worn-out, with Nicky snuggled into his legs and Adam on a chair by the side of it, looking just as tired.

“Holy shit that shower was cold.” Joe gasped coming from the bathroom and straight over to the bed to get under the covers. “I’m so sorry, I think we used all the hot water.”

Adam didn’t even react, just glanced at Joe with a shrug before standing.

“I’m gonna have mine, then going to bed.” He said, walking to Nicky when he opened his arms to Adam for a hug. “I hope you guys get some sleep.”

Watching Adam walk away, Sebastian turned back and looked around the tiny house, wondering if this will be his life soon if the club closes.

Feeling Joe move, Sebastian looked at him with damp eyes.

“Come here my heart.” Joe said softly, pulling Sebastian to his lap and moving them both next to Nicky. “No matter what, we’ll be by your side.”

Somewhat relaxing, Sebastian heard Adam get out the bathroom to go into his room, calling goodnight as he closed his door.

Sighing, Sebastian looked around once again, reminding himself of how lucky they were. Yes they were sleeping on a sofa bed tonight, but it wasn’t a hospital bed. Yes he'd have to close the club for abit, but maybe he could use that time to his advantage, for he still had a club.

Feeling Joes lips on his head, Sebastian smiled to himself and completely relaxed in his lovers arms, something he had never be able to do in the past.

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Dante watched as Adam sat playing with puppy Patrick. He couldn’t help but eye his lover up, seeing the happy look on Adams face, and the life behind his eyes as he laughed at the way Patrick tried to chase his tail.

Patrick had been in puppy space all day and Adam loved it, and so did Dante, he could see how relaxed both men were. It also meant he could catch up on some work emails without anyone asking anything of him…… or so Dante had first thought, for he had had a very busy month and was running behind.

“Dee, is patty allowed some chocolate?” Adam asked, making Dante sigh, because Adam had been asking him so many questions. It was as if he had also forgotten Patrick wasn't a real dog.

“Just one square.” Dante said, running a hand over his tied eyes. It felt like he had done more today then normal, even though he hadn’t really.

Patrick had needed water and toilet breaks, plus someone to keep an eye out for if he drops out of puppy space. The fun part was making sure he didn’t make himself sick when running around after they had lunch and dinner.

Adam needed someone to keep an eye on his breathing and oxygen, which had been all over the place due to him moving around. Dante also had to keep a close eye on the way the two played together, stepping in if it got to rough.

Dante had been looking after them both, being Patricks owner and Adams dom, or King as Adam sometimes calls him, at the same time trying to do some work. If he had known it’d be this full on, he would of set up his automatic reply and took the day of.

With a small bark, Patrick started to run around as fast as he could, he was most definitely getting faster on his hands and knees. Jumping up on the sofa, he ran across Adams lap, licking him as he went, then moved onto Dantes, knocking his phone and giving him a lick, before running of.

It asnt’t the first time he’d done this, he had spilt Dantes drink a few hours ago when he jumped at Dante as his owner walked back from the kitchen. Dante hadn’t been to impressed when he cleaned it up and Adam just laughed.

Then Patrick had knocked his laptop of Dante lap, cracking the screen, when he had seen a bird outside in the garden. He had wanted to play with it, and as a result, gotten himself all worked up and hyper.

Looking at his phone, Dante had to grit his teeth, for the whole email had been deleted, he would have to go through his bin folder to find it again and rewrite the reply.

“Adam, please keep your pup under control.” Dante said, giving up and putting his phone down, almost hitting his head into Patricks as he ran past again.

“Why? He’s having fun.” Adam laughed, holding his arms out and having Patrick jumping into them. Dantes heart raced every time Adam had done that today, terrified of Adam hurting his chest.

With a shake of his head, Dante looked away and started to bite his thumbnail, he was desperate for a cigarette. He hadn’t had a single one today, because when he did go outside, both Patrick and Adam had followed to run around. Adam had been grounded to the sofa with his oxygen on after that, for he couldn’t breath.

“Your hands shaking Dee.” Adam said, making Dante look at his hands, before closing them into fist and tucking them between his knees.

“I’m fine.” He breathed, not feeling all that fine. Taking another deep breath, Dante stood and walked into the kitchen, noticing how weak his legs felt. He had spent all day looking after Adam and Patrick, he had forgotten to look after himself.

“I’m making myself a tea, then going to bed.” Dante said, hearing Patrick running around once again.

“We'll join you.” Adam didn’t even hesitate to say as their kettle boiled. Quickly making his drink, Dante grabbed three biscuits and made his way to bed, with Adam and Patrick following behind.

On autopilot, Dante made his way through their nighttime routine. Changing Patricks pants and testosterone patch, before getting him settled on his pluto toy with a blanket over him, at the foot of the bed. Then he got Adams inhaler ready when his partner came out the bathroom and set up his oxygen.

“You comfy?” Dante asked him, adding an extra pillow behind Adams head.

“I’m fine. Its you I’m worried about.” Adam said, making Dante look at him confused. “You look beat. Like this was a long hard day.”

Dante just smiled and kissed his head, before turning on Adams oxygen and climbing into bed. With a sigh louder then he meant to do, Dante settled with his tea, biscuits and a book. But Adam had other ideas.

“Dee, please can I hold you?” He asked, making Dante turn away from picking his glasses up to look at him again in confusion. “Um…. Only if you want to….. You don’t have to if you don’t wanna…. Um….”

“Thank you.” Dante whispered, because Adam never asked to hold them, it just wasn’t who he was. Moving himself carefully so he was tucked between Adams legs, Dante closed his eyes and felt his whole body relax when Adam wrapped his arms around him.

This was what he had needed, for its hard work looking after others, and Dante had been doing that without much of a break this past month, and today had unexpectedly been just to much.

Dante felt Adams hold go just that little bit tighter, making him feel even more relaxed.

He woke three hours later without knowing he’d fallen asleep, still in Adams arms, but with Patrick running jam over his lips and gums, trying to get his sugars up. Once again Dante had been to focused on others that he had forgotten about his tea and biscuits, and didn’t even do his nighttime injection.

With his sugars fixed, and a telling of from Patrick, Dante went to move away from Adam, worrying about making him uncomfortable.

“Please stay.” Adam asked, pulling him back in, and tapping the blanket next to them for Patrick to lay down. Which he did, using Dantes lap as a pillow. “Let me look after you.”

Getting himself comfortable, Dante smiled as he snuggled into Adam, once again falling asleep within seconds.

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Sebastian yawned as he and Joe slowly woke up, with a sigh, Sebastian turned and snuggled down into Joe's arms, happily listening to Nicky talking to lady fluffybottom from the sitting room.

Both Joe and Sebastian jumped at the sound of something falling, then Nicky let out a heart wrenching scream.

“Nicky!” Sebastian shouted, the same time Joe yelled for Nico, both men running into the sitting room.

Nicky was sat on the floor next to one of the many cat trees around the house, loudly sucking his fingers as he cried.

“Please get up.” Nicky begged, reaching out before changing his mind and laying down on the floor as the two men hurried over, so scared what they might find. “I need you.”

Reaching out, Sebastian grabbed Joe's hand as they came closer, to find lady fluffybottom struggling to stand up to her one front paw. It was clearly injured.

“Seb, call the vets.” Joe ordered, running to Nicky and kneeling down to him. “Nicky, my sweet, she needs to go to the vets.”

“I don't want her to die.” Nicky cried, trying to pick his cat up, not understanding why Joe was stopping him. He was to upset and starting to panic.

“Nico, I promise you. Little lady will not die.” Joe said, taking Nickys wet face in his hands, making his husband look at him. Nicky was now gasping for air, so Joe pulled him to his chest, wincing when Nicky grabbed a handful of chest hairs. “Listen to my heart, sweet. Follow my breathing like a good boy.”

“She’s booked in as an emergency.” Sebastian said, running back over, somehow having also gotten dressed as he talked on the phone. “Nicky, my baby. Do you think you can help carry lady? We will put her in a nice warm blanket. But you have to be very gentle.”

Trying to calm himself down, Nicky nodded and let Joe go, so he could help Sebastian get lady in a blanket.

“Will she lose her leg? How will she walk?” Nicky asked, spinning his head towards Joe when he got up to get himself dressed and ready to go. It went without saying that all three of them will be going.

“I don't think she'll lose her leg baby.” Sebastian said, kissing Nickys head before getting their shoes. “She may have a small break or just a sprain. But I don’t feel comfortable not having a vet check her over.”

Sucking on his fingers again, Nicky let Sebastian get his shoes on, Nickys other hand stayed placed on top of his cat, who started to lick him. Even in her hour of need she was trying to comfort her human.

With everyone ready to go, they carefully picked lady up and drove to the vets.

Two hours later they walked back in, Nicky snuggling his cat to his face, still wrapped in her blanket, now with her front leg in a cast. Nicky had asked them if she could have a yellow one, as it was her favourite colour.

The vets had found a small break in her paw, which they would of normally fixed with a splint and rest, but as she only had the one front leg, they had put her in a cast, meaning she could no longer walk for a few weeks.

She was completely reliant on Nicky to see to her every need. He had already shown he was prepared to help her by buying some kitty earmuffs, so she can stay in the office with him when he worked.

Slowly walking over to the sofa, Nicky carefully sat down, showing just how gently he could be. With lady settled on his lap, Nicky looked over to Joe with his sweet eyes. Joe knew that whatever Nicky was going to ask him in that moment, he would get it for him.

“Please can we have our favourite soup?” Nicky asked, gently kissing lady’s head. “We have had a very stressful and scary morning. And I believe lady has been very brave and didn’t cry at all, even though she wanted to.”

With a laugh, Joe handed over the bag containing lady’s painkillers to Sebastian and walked over to Nicky.

“You both were very brave.” He said, loving the proud look on Nickys face. “And I’m so proud of how you looked after her when she needed you the most. Well done my heart.”

With Nicky looking like he was on cloud nine, Joe moved to the kitchen where Sebastian was stood, looking at Joe with the same pride, because Joe had made sure Nicky knew he had done well.

“Oh and Joe!!” Nicky called, making Joe turn back. “Lady likes her soup just on the warm side, not to hot…. And she’ll need a spoon to eat it with…. And…and something to clean herself after….. And maybe extra cheese.” He added with a very hopeful look, because he knew lady wasn’t allowed cheese, but he loved it.

“Of course sweetheart. Anything for lady.” Joe smiled with a wink, getting everything ready, knowing that for the next few weeks he and Sebastian will be running around after both Nicky and lady even more.

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Patrick licked his lips as he waited for Adam and Dante to finish talking. He knew he had to be more patient then ever before, but he was buzzing.

Adam had already made a start on tieing him up, giving Patrick a nice rope corset to wear with his arms tied behind his back.

Looking around the room, Patrick started to hum, then smiled when he felt the ropes tug. They were getting ready to hang him from the frame. It was a new addition to Dantes dungeon, making it easier then hanging people from the ceiling every time.

Relaxing, Patrick felt Adam take most his upper weight, he did worry when he heard the ropes creaking as they settled. Then Adam was at his legs, tieing rope around his right one.

“Lift your leg please Patty.” Adam asked, making Patrick smile, because Adam was such a softie and Patrick loved it. So he lifted his right leg, letting the ropes take all his weight when he also lifted his left without being asked.

This was the first time Patrick had done this, and his body relaxed instantly and his eyes closed with a sigh. Feeling Dantes hand running through his hair, Patrick let his head go floppy and his left leg just drop.

Patrick hummed when his right leg was lifted just that bit more, so it was now in line with his body. Carefully Patrick gave a small wiggle, and opened his eyes slightly to see Dante kneeling next to him, everything felt so peaceful.

Then something snapped.

“Shit!!” Adam screamed, as Patrick hit into Dante, who saved his face from hitting the ground, both ending up on the floor. “Fuck, patty. Are you OK?”

“I’m good.” Patrick laughed nervously as Adam cut the rope holding his leg up still. slowly he got of Dante with Adams help, then they looked in horror when Dante hissed as he moved to get up. “Danny?”

“I’m OK.” Dante lied, as he closed his eyes tight and grunted when he struggled to sit up. “Just pulled my back, pup. I’ll be OK.”

With Adam and Patrick watching him like a hawk and not letting Dante do anything, the three men slowly packed down and walked back home.

“I’m sorry.” Patrick whispered as they got home and sat Dante on the sofa, even that hurt him.

“Not your fault pup.” Dante breathed, flinching in pain when he moved to get comfy, making Patrick give a worried sound as his eyes watered. “Come here love.”

Slowly Patrick moved towards him, but stopped when Adam come over with both a heat pack and ice pack.

“Cold first.” Dante told him, moving his arms out so they help him to lean forwards and the pack go behind him. With a gasp and a shiver, Dante sat back and kept hold of their hands.

“Also got you a coffee…. Well it’s over there. I couldn’t carry it all.” Adam said, making Dante smile and let him go.

“Thank you my Prince.” Dante forced his body to relax around the cold. Steadying his breathing, he took the offered mug and had a sip, before his two subs started to climb on him.

Patrick snuggled side on into Dantes chest, chewing his sleeve, the worry he felt pushing him into the mind of a little.

Adam sat on the arm of the chair, facing them, his feet going between both Patricks and Dantes legs to keep warm. Dantes eyes were on him as soon as Adam set up his oxygen mask. Then Patrick moved his leg and his face scrunched up.

“Patty, show me.” Adam demanded, taking his mask of so he can look after Patrick now. He felt pain differently when he was a little or a puppy. “Patrick.”

Both Dante and Patrick looked at Adam, to see him standing tall, his voice coming across as strong and commanding. He looked like a true dom. With Dante injured, Adam was stepping up and looking after them both.

Very shyly, Patrick pulled his left pant leg up, to show a lovely bruise coming, and dried blood around it from where some skin had been scrapped of the knee.

“It’s just bruised….and had stopped bleeding.” Patrick said, leaning his head into Dantes shoulder as Adam eyed up his small cut, that had started to bleed again, then hit Patricks hand away when he tried to poke it. With a huff and a warning look, Adam walked away.

“I better get something for doing all this.” Adam said, coming back with a wipe and plaster. “You know I don’t do well when looking after others.”

“Come here.” Dante smiled raising his arm for Adam, then pulled him down to give him a kiss. “Thank you.” He whispered in Adams ear, holding him just that little tighter. “I may need your help for the next few days. I know you don’t like it, and I’m sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Adam said pulling away, but Dante could now see through Adams words. He wasn’t angry or being horrible, he was worried and most likely scared of messing up, so Dante took his hand and kissed it.

“Let’s get this over with.” Adam said, ripping the packet of wipes open with his teeth. It was his job to look after his family, and that’s what he’s going to do. “Patty, give me your leg.”

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Nicky looked at the clothes on the bed, trying to decide what he was wearing tonight, even though Joe had already picked it out.

“Ummmmm….” Nicky hummed, tapping his fingers to his lips, listening to the music playing, before Sebastian turned the hoover on. Joe was taking the bins out before doing the washing up, and Nicky should be putting the clothes away.

“You.” He said, picking up Joe's orange jeans. He always wore them with a bright shirt in the spring, and he looked good in them.

“And you.” Nicky picked up Sebastians brown shirt, it was Bookers favourite and he wore it often. Nicky loved how even after a wash it still smelt like Sebastian, for the shirt either smelled fresh, or of cigarettes and hard work, but no more did he smell like alcohol.

Nodding his head, Nicky put them on his pillow, before he begun to fold the rest of the clothes to put away, knowing Joe or Sebastian would most likely have to refold them.

Nicky looked down at himself sadly, and sucked on his fingers, because his choice of clothing hadn’t worked. Joe’s pants wouldn’t stay up and went past his feet, and Sebastians shirt covered his hands and came down to almost his knees.

Trying to comfort himself, Nicky looked around the bedroom, he couldn’t remember where Joe had put the clothes he had picked for Nicky. Nicky prayed Joe wouldn’t be to angry with him.

“Nicky baby! You ready yet?!” Sebastian called, making Nicky start to panic, for he was now holding them up and making everyone late.

“No.” Nicky cried, walking out the bedroom, holding up the pants as best he could through the sleeves. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh Nicky. Look at you.” Sebastian smiled, looking so happy. “Joe, come look at our Nicky!”

Hearing the toilet flush, Nicky looked towards the door to see Joe walking out. His face lighting up when he looked at Nicky.

“I have to say. My pants look good on you.” Joe winked, slowly making Nicky feel better. Then he walked over and wiped a tear from Nickys cheek, before giving him a kiss. “Seb, take a picture. I’m going to get a belt, some pins and a vest.”

“I forgot socks.” Nicky whispered, trying to get his covered fingers in his mouth, but changed his mind when he felt the pants fall down on that side. With a nod, Joe walked into the bedroom.

Five minutes later, Nicky stood with his arms out. Joe was on his knees pulling up the bottom of the pants so Nicky wasn’t walking on them, after he had held the pants up with the belt.

Sebastian was redoing the buttons on the shirt, after taking it of to put a vest under it, for the top button came down just the bit to far for their liken. Next he would be fixing the sleeves so Nicky could use his hands, before then taking even more pictures.

“Will I need to get changed?” Nicky asked, lifting his foot so Joe can put a sock on. “I like these, but they are just to big.”

“That’s why we’re fixing them baby.” Sebastian smiled, giving Nicky a small kiss to settle his growing anxiety. For some reason Nicky was convinced they would be mad with him still for making them late. “You are free to wear what you like. But we will bring spare clothes down with us, just incase you change your mind.”

It was why they were letting Nicky wear their clothes, for he had never tried to in the past. He and Joe did share their shirts, but only the ones they couldn’t remember belonged to who.

“Maybe tomorrow I'll wear my fluffy pyjamas.” Nicky said, lifting his other leg for Joe, seeing his body move when he laughed.

“You may wear what you like within reason.” Joe smiled up at him, making Nicky huff. Tomorrow he will be wearing his fluffy pyjamas to work.

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Adam huffed again as he dumped his clothes from his suitcase and onto the bed, he should be getting ready to have a shower, before going out to dinner with Dante and Patrick. Only problem was, he had let Patrick pack his things, and by the looks of it, Patrick got distracted half way through, forgetting to pack some underwear and nightwear for Adam.

He hated going commando and sleeping naked. Even after a session with Dante he wouldn’t be naked when asleep. Dante always made sure to help dress him when Adam was in subspace, or coming out of it as part of his aftercare.

“You OK my Prince?” Dante asked, walking over and resting a hand lightly on Adams hip, his lips pushing against Adams shoulder.

“Fuck face over there didn’t pack all my clothes.” Adam snapped, giving Patrick a dirty look when he looked over. Adam wasn’t happy.

“How is that paddy’s fuilt?” Dante asked, keeping his words soft. Adam was having a very hard week and had been plagued with quavings, making him more snappy then normal. “Baby, its your job to check.”

“Im not a ‘baby’.” Adam spat, scooping his clothes up and throwing them back in his case. “Just wish people would do what they say they’ll do.”

So very carefully, Dante took Adams hands, and went to move them towards himself. Feeling Adam pull back, Dante stopped, he didn’t let go, but made it easy for Adam to get his hands back if he really wanted.

“Adam, my Prince. You know our puppy, you know he gets easily distracted. But we can fix this.” Seeing Adams eyes tear up, Dante cupped his cheek, knowing Adam was once again fighting with his demons. “I've got spare underwear, there’s a laundry room downstairs so we'll not go without. Paddy will happily sleep naked or in his puppy onesie, so you can have his pyjamas. I promise you, you’ll not go without.”

Not looking at Dante, Adam nodded and wiped his eyes with a shacky hand. He relaxed when Dante pulled him in for a hug, but didn’t hug back, knowing Dante would understand.

The three walked back into their room later that night, Adam having complained about how big Dantes underwear was most the time. Dante was wondering if there was a clothes shop nearby so he didn’t have to listen to this all week.

“Give me your PJs.” Adam demanded Patrick, who had skipped over to the windows and was watching the city below.

“Say please.” He teased, smiling cheekily at Adam, it dropped when Adam glared back. Luckily Dante stepped in and took Adams hand, pulling him out onto their balcony.

“Talk to me.” He said, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, his eyes turning to Adam when he didn’t speak. He was busy watching the city below. With a sigh Adam looked back at Dante.

“I don’t know why I've been all over the place this week.” He lied. His old neighbour had not long ago past away, but Adam refused to say how much it upset him. “But when I was living down there.” He said, pointing to an alleyway. “I had to wear whatever came to hand, no matter if it was to big or to small. I had nothing to call my own.”

“I can see a target shop from here.” Dante said, blowing smoke from his lungs, not missing the way Adam was watching his cigarette.

“You get half, no more.” He said handing it over, before continuing. “Tomorrow we will buy you new clothes. If he’s good, we’ll get something for paddy as well. But I promise you my Prince, I promise you will never go without again.”

“Patty will wanna sleep on your tummy tonight.” Adam said, looking very self conscious as he checked to see how much he had left to smoke. “Can you maybe say no, because you sleep on your back them nights. And I um… um…”

“We will both hold you.” Dante smiled softly, taking the cigarette from Adam and putting it out. “Now, let us enjoy this night.”

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Nicky sat next to Patrick, giggling away. Sebastian, Joe and Adam where next to them, Adam tasked at looking after Patrick as Dante stood just in front of the stage, teaching everyone some of the basics. For they had alot of new staff members.

They had touched on age, pet, and sensation play before stopping for a small break, they had only just finished talking about impact play. Having to stop a few times because Nicky and Patrick started to get playful themselves out of boredom.

“Now I know alot of you already know this, but we are going to talk about tieing up your sub in a safe manner.” Dante said, picking up some rope and talking about different types and usages they had.

“It’s almost my turn up there.” Patrick said to Adam excitedly, bouncing in his chair, setting Nicky of. He didn’t see Adams confused look, for there was no talk of Patrick going up, if anything, Adam was sure Megan was going up to get her first taste of it.

Patrick stop and made a sound at the back of his throat when he wasn’t called up, something between a growl and disappointment. Then he stood himself and marched over.

“Patty.” Adam called after him, just a little to slow when he reached out to stop Patrick from walking away.

“You’re in my spot.” He snapped at Megan, who sat in the seat, making Dante look over from where he was explaining how long the ropes were. “Move.”

“Patrick.” Dante warned, coming over and resting a hand on his chest, but Patrick pushed it away, then did the same to Megan. Removing her from the seat, by pushing her onto the floor, then sat in it himself, with his head high, looking so proud as he looked down at Megan.

Without a word, Dante grabbed Patrick by his throat and pulled him from the chair, before grabbing a handful of hair so he stayed the same high as Dante. Patrick knew he had royally messed up, for Dante never grabs his throat like that, knowing Patrick didn’t like it.

It was why Patrick had agreed to it being apart of a bigger punishment, when he would need more then writing out lines, or kneeling on rice. This was up there with being ignored.

“Get in a corner and don’t move. Don’t even speak unless I talk to you.” Dante growled as he looked down at Patrick with anger. “I’ll deal with this later when I’m not so angry and disappointed with you.”

Without warning Dante let him go, making Patrick stumble and look at his Dom tearfully.

“Don’t even try the waterworks. Now get.” Dante said, pointing to a corner, his hand shaking with anger, before completely turning his back on Patrick and checking Megan over. Chowing his sleeve, Patrick looked at Adam, feeling scared and confused, because Dante had never grabbed his throat before, no matter what Patrick did wrong, his owner never goes for his throat.

“Dee.” Adam said softly, moving to stand with Patrick, Nicky not far behind. “Why don’t we put him in the bedroom? You know watching someone else getting tied up by you will just upset him more.”

“Fine. But I don’t want to see you leave that room. Do you understand?” Dante said, his eyes still burning when they looked at Patrick, who could only nod as a tear fall. “Don’t close the door, and you better speak up when you need to. Now piss of.”

“Meany!” Nicky shouted making everyone look at him in shock. “You…… You big meany!”

“Nico.” Joe said coming over to take Nickys face gently in his hands, making Nicky look at him and smile. “We talked about this. Patrick is getting punished. You can’t be saying things like that.”

“Can and will. Danny is a meany. My Paddy did nothing wrong. She was in his spot, he said so. She should of moved. Meany!” To put his point across, Nicky stuck his tounge out at a very shocked Dante, before Joe grabbed his chin and made Nicky look back at him, still so innocently, like he’d done nothing wrong.

“I think you also need a time out.” He said, letting Nicky go. But the little looked happy about that as he stepped towards Patrick.

“OK.” Nicky said happily, taking Patricks hand and pulling him away. “We'll be in your room! Meany!”

Joe stood with his mouth open and looked at Sebastian, who was also trying to work out what had just happened, for Nicky hates being grounded. Then Dante laughed.

“The little one is smart, he played you like a…… violin?” Dante asked, looking at Adam as the guy walked over and rested his arm on Joe's shoulder, quite happy using his as a leaning post.

“Like a fiddle.” Adam smiled, listening to Patrick and Nicky laugh as they jumped on the bed. “He got you good. He would never call Deedee a meany. He’s still to scared of him, unless he wants something. In this case he wanted his Patrick.”

“Little shit, he could of just asked.” Joe whisped, still in shock, then sent Sebastian a look when his older sub gave him a small slap for calling Nicky names. “Do I put him in his own room?”

“Nope. But next time, make sure there’s no loopholes.” Dante said with a smile as he moved back to Megan. Because he knew his sub, and if it wasn’t Nicky in the room with Patrick, then Dante would of made Adam stay in there, so Nicky had done him a favour. “We ready to continue?”

Chapter Text

Nicky skipped through the front door and scooped his cat up. He had had a fun day playing with Patrick in his and Dantes work room.

“Nico don’t run of, we need to talk about what happened.” Joe said, making Nicky stop and look at him. “Do you remember what we said to do when others are getting punished?”

“Let the growing ups handle it.” Nicky answered quietly, trying to act all sweet. “But Danny was a meany…. And… And she was in his spot, paddy said so.”

“She wasn’t in his spot, baby.” Sebastian said softly, running his hand through Nickys hair. “Megan was always meant to be there. We don’t know if Patrick knew that or not, but his behaviour was out of line and Dante made sure he knew it.”

“In a very mean way.” Nicky huffed, trying to cross his arms with his cat still in them.

“We don’t know their dynamic, nor what they discussed beforehand in ways of punishment.” Joe said, very gently lifting Nickys head with a finger under his chin. “Just like your punishment will be no dessert tonight and an early bedtime.”

Joe had to now stay strong, for Nicky hated punishments, and his lips started quivering and eyes watered immediately.

“I’m sorry.” He cried. “Please forgive me.” Now in distress, Nicky stuck his fingers in his mouth, needing the comfort.

“I do forgive you habibi. But you need to learn that we can’t do that.” Joe said as softly as possible, looking towards Sebastian for help, for he hated making his husband cry.

“Nicky, look at me baby.” Sebastian said, getting Nickys attention, having to stay strong as well when he seen the tears. “What you did was a very brave thing. Standing up for someone is a very big and brave thing to do. You just need to learn when to do it, and to listen to us when we say not to.”

“If I was big and brave. Does that mean I get cake?” Nicky asked hopefully, getting lady more comfy in his arms.

Both men looked at each other, and gave a small nod at the same time. Because Nicky deserved cake.

“A small piece.” Joe said, then having to think quickly when he seen Nicky pout. “Then you’ll have some left for tomorrow as well.”

With a smile, Nicky walked over to the sofa, talking away to his cat about all the fun he and Patrick had that day.

“You still mad?” Patrick asked as he walked through the front door, Dante behind him going straight for the kitchen as Adam closed the door and took Patrick to the sofas.

“Little bit.” Dante said, walking back with three drink and sitting down, putting his feet on the coffee table and drinking his drink. “Before I think of a punishment. You wanna tell me why you did it?”

“I thought you’d pick me.” Patrick said looking away, then snuggled into Adam when he offered his arm. “I was so excited. Your my Dom, you're meant to always pick me.”

“I will always pick you two and put you both first in my personal life. But just because I picked Megan at work, doesn’t mean I don’t love you paddy.” Dante said softly, still clearly thinking. “You don’t want to hear this, but you have to. You showed complete disrespect today, not only to Megan, but to me and Sebastian. And you broke a rule, I was working, she was a work sub, you don’t interrupt work like that.”

“I’m sorry.” Patrick whispered, loving being tucked up under Adams arm, but hated that he had disappointed Dante.

“If you don’t learn from your mistakes, then sorry is just a word.” Dante said, moving his feet from the table and picking up a blue sharpy pen and handed it over to him. “Write on your skin, don’t care where you put it, but I want you to write on yourself that you are loved.”

“Why?” Patrick asked, looking at the pen.

“Because you need to see it to believe it. That’s how you work. You get jealous because you think we'll leave you. I want you to write it. ‘I am loved’.” Dante told him, smiling when Patrick lifted his shirt and held it in his mouth.

“Do you know how hard this is left handed?” He said through his shirt, but he still wrote it, in very messy writing and going all over the place.

“Get use to it.” Dante said, getting comfy once again. “I'll be buying you some lipstick. Everyday I want you to write something positive on yourself, until I say otherwise.”

With a huff Patrick dropped the pen on the table and crossed his arms, sulking.

“Worst punishment ever.” He muttered.

Chapter Text

“Joe? Joe?”

“Yes Nico?” Joe signed as he slowly blinked his eyes open and took Nickys hand as it kept tapping him still.

“I’m cold, please tuck me in.”

“Joe? Joe? Joe? Joe? Joe?”

“Yes baby?”

“Sebby is snoring and it woke me up.”

“Then wake him and not me.” Joe said, getting comfortable again, but now all he could hear was Sebastians snors. With a huff Joe reached over Nicky and carefully moved Sebastian onto his side. Stopping the snoring.

“Thank you Joe.”

“Joe? Jooooe?”

“What is it sweetheart?”

“There’s tapping on the window.”

“That’s because its raining.” Joe said, pulling Nicky closer, hearing his ‘oh’.

“Joe?”

“Yes hunny?” Joe said, Only just having gone back to sleep.

“You sure it’s rain?”

“Yes hunny.”

“Joe?”

“What’s wrong baby?” Joe asked, awake at the sound of sadness in Nickys voice.

“I didn’t want mufasa to die.”

With a sigh, Joe pulled Nicky towards him. They should of never let him watch the lion King.

“Joe? Joe? Jooooe?”

“Go to Sebastian.”

“OK.”

“Joe? Joe?”

“Yes?”

“Are you awake?”

“I am now.”

“OK. Goodnight.”

“Joe, wake up.”

“What’s wrong love?”

“One of my kitty’s used its potty.”

“I’ll clean it tomorrow.”

“No Joe. They can’t sleep in a smelly room.”

With a sigh, Joe got out of bed to clean up after Nickys cats.

“Joe? Joe Joe Joe Joe Joe?”

“Nicky Nicky Nicky Nicky.”

“You’re funny. Now love me.”

“I do love you.”

“Joe. I had a bad dream.”

This was the voice that had Joe awake without Nicky needing to tap him. Without a word, Joe moved closer to his husband and wrapped Nicky up tight, sandwiching the little between the body’s of his two doms.

“Sebby?”

“You OK my baby?”

“I can’t find my paci….. Oh found it. Was sleeping on it.”

“Daddy? Daddy daddy?”

“Yes baby?”

“You snor.”

“Thank you baby.”

“Daddy sebby?”

“Mmmm?”

“There’s tapping at the window.”

“It’s just the rain. Like Joe said.”

“Seb? Seeebaaastian?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I don’t know. Joe told me to go to you.”

“Daddy, I need wee wee!!”

“Go on then.” Sebastian yawned, turning the nightlight on.

“It’s dark and scary.”

Pulling himself out of bed, Sebastian took Nickys hand and walked him to the bathroom.

“Sebby Sebby Sebby Sebby?”

“Yes?”

“Play with me.”

“Tomorrow.”

“But the sky’s awake. So I’m awake. So we gotta play!”

Rolling over, Sebastian sighed. They should of never let Nicky watch frozen.

“Daddy?”

“Baby, what happened?” Sebastian asked, hearing the sadness in Nickys voice.

“Joe's hugging my teddy and not me.”

Picking his pillow up, Sebastian hit Joe over the face, waking him up with a jump and cursing.

“Give Nicky his teddy and snuggle him.” Sebastian ordered, settling back to sleep.

“Sebby, my tummy is hungry.”

“It’s 4am, drink your water and sleep for a few more hours.”

“Ok.”

“Daddy, has it been a few hours yet? My tum tum needs yum yum.”

Sebastian looked at the clock, 4:45,and sighed.

“Close enough. Let’s get you some yum yums.”

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“Danny?”

“What?”

“Why can you see the moon in the day but not the stars?”

“Go to sleep.”

“Danny?”

“Yes pup?”

“Do you think birds laugh at us when we're in an airplane and not using our arms to fly?”

“Maybe.”

“Paddy, what are you doing?” Dante asked when Patrick woke him by climbing all over him.

“Getting comfy.” Flopping down on top of Dante, Patrick settled and closed his eyes. 

“Danny.”

“Danny, wake up.”

“What is it this time pup?”

“Open your mouth.”

With a sigh, Dante opened his mouth slightly, to tired to question Patrick, then he felt Patricks hand by his mouth and the taste of blood.

“Now what did you do?” Dante asked, slowly sitting up and licking his lips.

“Rose bush cut me today. Did you like it?”

“Yes, but I'd like it even more if you looked after yourself.” 

“Danny? You still awake?”

“No.”

“Do you think that bush feels bad for hurting me?”

“I'll cut the stem of tomorrow and make it hurt you some more if you don’t go to sleep.”

“Ooooooo, rose flogger. You promise?”

“Fucking brat.”

“Danny I can’t sleep.”

“Join the club.”

“What club?”

“Shut up and sleep.” 

“Deedee?”

“Not you as well.”

“I think patty has fallen out of bed.”

“Leave him, I might get a good night’s sleep.” 

“Danny, I fell out of bed.”

“Come here pup.” 

“Danny, you alive? Danny? Danny? Danny?”

“Regrettably, why?”

“Because I love you.”

“Love you to.” 

Dante woke with a sudden jump and looked to Patrick. He was tucked up hugging his knees, tears rolling down his face.

“Come here my puppy.” He said softly, sitting up, trying not to woke Adam and pulled Patrick onto his lap.

Holding him close, Dante rested Patricks ear over his heart and felt him calm down. It took five minutes for Patrick to go back to sleep, but Dante stayed away, knowing his sub may not be asleep for long, for his nightmares don’t just fade away.

“When was the last time you slept through the night?” Adam whispered, snuggling Patrick also, having been woken by the movement.

“Can’t remember…. How long have Paddy and I been together?” Dante smiled back tiredly. 

“Adam?”

“Fuck of.”

“Adam, please.”

“What?”

“Do you think trees are sad when they loss their leafs?”

“Fuck of.”

“Adam?”

“What now?”

“I think it's raining.”

“No kidding.”

“Danny will get wet.”

“Hes at the hotel down the road. He’s fine.”

“Adam?”

“Im changing my name.”

“Oh…what to?”

“Don’t know.”

“ok… don’t know?”

“Fuck of.”

“Adam, you still breathing?”

"Unfortunately. Now go sleep.”

“Adam.”

“Do you want to die? Because this is how you’ll die.”

“I can’t sleep.” 

“Patty, what the fuck.” Adam said as he woke, yet again, with an elbow in his face this time.

“I got lonely. I want to sleep on your belly.”

“How does Dee do this every night?” 

“Adam?”

“Get the fuck of me.” Adam snapped when Patrick woke him up for the 7th time that night. This time by pulling his eyelids up.

“Do you think Danny will be OK walking home?”

“Maybe you should go to the hotel he’s at and escort him back…… get back here.”

“But you said-”

“I've been telling you to sleep for the past 6 hours, and you listen to what I say now!?” 

“Adam…. Adam, someones in the house.”

“It’s 6am patty, it’ll just be Dee.”

“Are you sure?”

“Dee! That you?!”

“Why are you two not asleep?” Dante asked, walking into the bedroom, soaking wet from the rain.

“Danny!!!” Patrick shouted, running and jumping into his arm, forcing Dante to carry him back to bed.

“Don’t ever leave me to look after patty at night ever again.” With that, Adam pulled his knees up and settled down to finally sleep. 

Chapter Text

Nicky stood under the small bus shelter, shivering from the cold winter rain. For the past few months Joe has been driving him home, for he didn’t like Nicky taking the bus. But his car had not started when they left work, meaning he and Sebastian were trying to fix it as Nicky waited for the bus to take him home.

He couldn’t afford to wait for them, this was the last bus to his home for the next three hours.

Swallowing down his anxiety, Nicky hugged himself as tight as he could, his eyes fixated on a group of teens across the road. Then someone running to the bus stop made him cower even more and start bitting his nails.

“Oh sweetheart, you're soaked.” Came Joe's voice as he pulled his hood back, making Nicky relax insteinly. “Here, have my coat darling.”

“But then you’ll get wet.” Nicky whispered, looking past Joe to see where his bus was. “My bus should be here soon.”

“Please, let me look after you.” Joe said, taking his coat of and putting it around Nickys shoulders. “What times your bus?”

“Ummmmm.” Nickys cheeks grow red when he couldn't remember, his fingers brushed up against his lips before he decided to put the coat on properly.

With a loving smile Joe took his phone out and used the light to look at the time table.

“Oh baby. The next one isn’t for another hour.” Joe said softly, his heart breaking at the small sound Nicky made. “Come back to the club with me. We couldn't fix my car so I’m staying there tonight.”

“I'll be OK.” Nicky lied, the tears in his eyes easily gave it away. “You don't have to worry about me.” Because it wasn’t the first time Nicky had stood for hours waiting on his bus, it was no good at remembering the times and often missed them.

“But I do worry about you sweetheart.” Very gently Joe took Nickys face in his hands and used his thumb to wipe the tears away. It could of just as easily of been rain running down his face from his hair, but Joe wasn't taking that chance. “And seb will kill me if I leave you here. Please come back with me.”

A loud laugh from the teens across the road made Nicky jump and look over with panic. Turning back to Joe he nodded and went to take the coat of.

“Lets do this up to keep you extra warm.” Joe said, putting Nickys arm back in and doing the zip up. “Hold my hand and I will look after you as we walk back.”

With a shy smile, Nicky took the offered hand and let Joe walk him to the club, where Sebastian was waiting for them in the staff room with towels, dry clothes and hot drinks.

Chapter Text

Nicky walked out the side door of the club with a heavy bin bag in his arms, to the pouring rain and a river running down the alleyway.

Opening the bin he tried to lift it to throw it in, but it was way to heavy for him, then a cough made him jump at the same time the bag slipped from his hands.

“Hello?” He squeaked, looking over to the other bin, seeing feet poking out from the other side. Not knowing what to do, Nicky looking back at the door, before the person coughed again, a nasty chesty one that told Nicky he was poorly.

“Do you need help?” Nicky asked, very slowly and carefully walking over, to find a guy wrapped up in a soaken wet, thin blanket.

Shivering, the guy looked back up at Nicky and held onto his blanket tighter as Nicky looked at him. They both had no idea what to do.

“Is there food in that bag?” The guy asked, leaning forward just that little bit to see the bin bag Nicky had brought out.

“Yes.” Nicky answered, getting distracted by the light on the guys peicings. Nicky had always wanted them, and was fascinated by the eyebrow ones and his nose one. He wasn’t to sure on the lips, thinking it would make drinking hard.

“I will put it in the bin for you. If you don’t tell the owners I'm here.” He said, as rain flow in and hit them both, making the guy even more wet, but just dripping of Nickys coat. “They don’t like us sleeping here. But it’s all I can find.”

With his fingers close to his mouth, Nicky just nodded, because he didn’t know what to do and hated lieing to Sebastian.

“Nicky sweetheart. Are you OK?” Came Joe's voice, making Nicky turn to look at the door.

“Coming!” Nicky called back, unzipping his coat. “Have my coat. I hope it helps.” With that Nicky ran back inside, and into Joe's arms.

Adam watched in confusion as the young guy ran back inside, before grabbing the coat and putting it on. Next he slowly made his way to the bin bag, his eyes locked onto the door.

Ripping the bag open, Adam helped himself to the food, stuffing as much as he could in the pockets of his new coat, then keeping his word and put the bag in the bin.