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His silent voice. Twins
“Ugh!” Theo's loud groan didn't register in his head as his body suddenly lost all the strength they had. “D-Dylan, Dylan I think I broke somethin...”His head shot up in a panic, and his words left through his whisper as he met the confused brown eyed gaze. “Hide me.” His fear getting the best of him caused him to ramble on. “There's– there's a gold dressed maniac following me because I punched him in the face and ran off after biting his hand. But I had to because he pulled a gun to my side and threatened me to stay in the bus after his eyes went crazy.” “Wh… what?!” Theo's gaze of confusion turned to concern in a second while he sat up straight and held him close. His eyes scanning the area at once. “He just got down at the stop, he definitely followed me so please hide me.” he didn't realize his voice had gone shaky until he compared Theo’s calm tone to his. “If you're right then we should get you inside. A gun?” Theo looked scared for him while he tried to get them up. Still
Last Updated : 2025-04-16His silent voice. Dream.
Dylan's body grow hot as he felt a hand slowly trail up his chest, a soft gasp escaping his lips from the hot and wet feel on his nipples that twitched in expectancy. His shut eyes carefully fell open to meet a feast for the eyes. Honey brown eyes, brown hair, a bare upper body that flexed in the right places with every move and a smile that said he was about to be eaten up. And his face, just the perfect one he's been dreaming of. This... this was what gets him going. "You're quite the impatient one, aren't you?" The thick seductive voice of his soon to be predator made his meat between his legs twitch, he bit down on his lower lip and his hips carefully thrusts up in a plead. He couldn't wait anymore, he wanted to be touched and made into a mess. "It's hot." Getting the message, his predators hands slowly trailed back down his chest till they got between his legs, spreading them wide open. Before Dylan could get flushed up about how exposed he was, a head went down his legs
Last Updated : 2024-11-25His silent voice. Loud.
"And here we can see how the changes between..." Dylan had his eyes focused straight on the projected notes and diagrams, yet he could barely hear a single word being said as his mind kept going back to the morning. After that, he'd managed to dissuade his mom to let him get his errand in his way back from class. Thankfully, it wasn't something they needed immediately so she said yes. No way he was going back out after... whatever that was. The minute their eyes met, he could've just played it cool and give a gentle nod or just a simple *hey*. But NOOO, he just had to hit his head and fall a most disgraceful fall. Thinking back now, he didn't understand why he had tried to run away. He wasn't doing anything bad. ...maybe not, but it's not written anyway that staring in pure admiration and lust at a complete stranger was legally wrong. His eyes did a quiet stare into thin air and he had to admit. "Haaa, that's stupid. It is wrong" he mumbled underneath his breath. The hunk's ima
Last Updated : 2024-11-25His silent voice. Party.
The hall was just as loud as he expected it to be. He had to stop back home for a change of cloths and was just glad hs neighbors had no business outside at that period. Now he was at the party and they all seemed like they were enjoying themselves, making him wonder how many people would last for the after-party. He sighted Kira, Dory and Tristan, another committee, at a corner with a cup each in hand. Kira was the first to sight him as she gave him a slick look from all 90 degrees. "Heyyyy, if it isn't the hot chick across the street. Give me a little turn around!" she chuckled loudly through the noise. "Hey guys," No way he was doing the turn around. He had barely put in much thought into my cloths. Just a white denim, black hood 'cause he felt the cold slowly building up, black jeans and one of his best sneakers collection. "Hey!" Dory leaned in despite her voice already being at its loudest, "Great job organizing. The Drama major would get so mad about this tomorrow!" "Bu
Last Updated : 2024-11-25His silent voice. Drunk.
The world was spinning, the loud music and changing lights blinded him, but all he could focus on was how happy he was. Whelp! That only lasting for as long as he could remember. He kept getting blank visions and knew he had to get himself together. One minute he was on the dance floor, the second he was on a table doing who knows what, another, he was laughing out his guts while hearing the pain in his friends voices. Out of all these blanks, there was one more he had, and that was when he found himself in a corridor he could barely recognize. He could hear the very faint sound of music seeping in, but the quiet that wasn't the loud music trying to burst through his head, and the stable warm light that wasn't the changing one that messed with his sight, made him get a little hold of himself. The corridor was different from the dance floor. Yes, it was quiet with a breath of fresh air, but the difference was how every corner of the corridor held a pair of drunk and horny col
Last Updated : 2024-12-09His silent voice. Dinner.
He stayed frozen in place. "Dylan, You okay?!" his mom's loud voice came from below. They'd left his door open. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." The hell? Why did his back hurt so much? And not just his back, other places that weren't supposed to be hurting did so much that sitting up suddenly felt like a big chore. "What the hell did I do to myself last night?" his eyes agape in wonder. He searched through his brain for anything but sadly, all he had seemed to have gone with his drunken state. His head hurt from thinking too much, and while he pressed the bridge of his nose for comfort while still holding on to his dear back, he still had to head to the restroom. With the little strength he had left, he dragged his aching parts and limped his way to shut his door before heading to the bathroom. As soon as he pushed the door open, he felt something pour down his legs and he frowned. What now? Did he wet himself? He went faster to the toilet for his business and then realized, th
Last Updated : 2024-12-28His silent voice. Brothers.
The hell, was this a test?What's going on? Why was he being stared at by two identical Theodores and an older Theodore whose charm perfected the image of a grown Theodore. Was he still hungover?"Dylan! You made it," one of the identical Theodores smiled and came up to him. "I thought you'd still be tired after last night."He'd missed that."Huh...uh, yeah."His brain was still trying to comprehend why there were two Theodores, and why the second Theodore had on a glare. A look he never thought he would see on...Theo?"I'm guessing you didn't know he has a twin."Dylan snapped out of it thanks to the heavenly deep voice that called his whole being. The older Theodore was now also in front of him, and he had on a welcoming smile that Dylan wanted to steal all for himself."Yeah," he breathed a response. "I didn't.""There was no time to mention it, he only got to know my name last night." Theodore defended."I'm Lucas, the eldest." he put out his hand for a shake and Dylan delightfu
Last Updated : 2024-12-30His silent voice. Forgotten.
"H-hey, you okay?" He heard a worried voice and stares directed at him as he coughed out seriously. He could feel Bree patting his back and he couldn't feel anymore embarrassed. He'd choked on water... if only that was the only reason. "What are you doing, Dylan?" "I'm sorry," he struggled to talk as he coughed out again, he turned to the Waltson's "Could I use your restroom?" Damn it, he'd almost messed up the meals in front of him. "Sure, it's right around that corner." Lucas pointed, "Easy there." "Y-yeah, thanks." He found his way there in no time, as soon as he was in with the door shut, he took in a deep breath and his system broke down. He didn't know if he wanted to scream out but muffle his voice, grab his hair in dismay, or stamp his foot silently and cover his eyes in shame... so he did it all. "You crazy- horny dumbass, stupid self-control lacking idiot!" he squeaked a mumble to himself. The bite marks were all his idea. What?! "Oh my god," he pressed
Last Updated : 2025-01-02
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His silent voice. Twins
“Ugh!” Theo's loud groan didn't register in his head as his body suddenly lost all the strength they had. “D-Dylan, Dylan I think I broke somethin...”His head shot up in a panic, and his words left through his whisper as he met the confused brown eyed gaze. “Hide me.” His fear getting the best of him caused him to ramble on. “There's– there's a gold dressed maniac following me because I punched him in the face and ran off after biting his hand. But I had to because he pulled a gun to my side and threatened me to stay in the bus after his eyes went crazy.” “Wh… what?!” Theo's gaze of confusion turned to concern in a second while he sat up straight and held him close. His eyes scanning the area at once. “He just got down at the stop, he definitely followed me so please hide me.” he didn't realize his voice had gone shaky until he compared Theo’s calm tone to his. “If you're right then we should get you inside. A gun?” Theo looked scared for him while he tried to get them up. Still
His silent voice. Prank.
He blinked. **What?** “Selective amnesia to be precise, according to the doctor.” Mr. Kerwood chipped in.His gaze returned to Mrs. Kerwood who wasn't trying to hide her guilt behind her face squeeze. “I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for that to happen.”**W-wait, hold on.**He grabbed his phone and typed in. ~~How sure are you about this? I mean… how did you find out?~~“After the day I told him we lost you, I thought his character was a little odd. He asked a lot of questions that didn't seem… sound, his voice was barely audible yet he talked a lot, and he would tear up anytime we brought him food.”**That's not odd, that's just Dylan being Dylan.**“I thought these were all his coping mechanism or something so I tried to cheer him up. I asked if he still missed his dog and the next thing he asked me was… what dog?”What?“I thought he was joking about it and just didn't want to talk about it so I didn't pressure him for days. In all honesty, it's more like I wasn't even sure, I'd
His silent voice. Amnesia.
"Hah," she exhaled in relief, her teary eyes holding a hint of excitement. Her voice softened up and her shoulders slumped. “Thank goodness you're alive.”Alive?Of course he was. Why would she think he was dea-ohhh!Right, he remembered. A second after Mrs. Kerwood had managed to pull Dylan in his hold out of the house, the wood had given out in the fire and he had been caught inside. He really thought that was the end of him, yet he could only find himself worrying about Dylan.He was alive thanks to Heralis.But could he say 'thanks' to her when she simply ripped him off more of his rights and was still trying to kill him off? He did find out that day that she was the one behind his husky curse after all.**Haa, whatever.**They didn't need to know that. He was going to find a way out of his mess one way or the other."H-how did you make it out?" Mrs. Kerwood took a step closer with her concerned gaze instantly taking a questioning turn. "Does Dylan know this? Oh my goodness, this
His silent voice. Escape.
Locked up in a different room and chained down like the dog he was, felt merciful on their end. But not on his. He couldn't stay still when the last picture he saw was the kid lying unconscious and bleeding out. His 'father' had only ordered Cornor to pick him up after cursing out in annoyance. While the man had dragged him by the fur over to a different room, after a few kick and more curses. And Kyle had let it be because he couldn't bring himself to fight back. It was all his fault. If he hadn't put himself in that position, the boy wouldn't have gone through that. "You better stay still right here and be quiet. Unless you want to see your friend get hurt again." the man threatened and all he could let out was a whimper. How could he do anything after hearing that? He was scared. He couldn't tell what was going on outside with the kid. Is he going to be okay? With how his father treated him, he was more worried if they were actually paying proper attention to his wounds.? He
His silent voice. Basement.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER INCLUDES CHILD VIOLENCE, READ WITH A PREPARED MIND. “...done…ing it.” “...a tracking dog?” “It doesn't look like it, sir.” The faint voices slowly cleared up in Kyle's ears, his consciousness seeping back in. “What do we do with it?” His eyes fell open to the stranger in a lab coat squatting in front of him. He looked unfamiliar, and so did the bright white room. Shifting his gaze to the side a bit further down the room, he felt a shiver run up his spine at the sight of the other man in the room, who also had on a lab coat and was the one who had shot him to sleep. The boy's father. **Shit, I messed up.” his body moved groggily, the effect of the drug still weighing him down. **How did I let myself get caught to become dog meat?** “Take him away,” the man said, his gaze not fixed in his direction, but at something else. “We'll feed him to the kid once he's awake.” **No.** The person closer to him moved to obey and he panicked. The kid meant it.
His silent voice. Playmate.
He watched the kid cry up a pool and he had never felt so guilty.“I'm… I'm sorry!” his timid sobs chocked him up, burrowing his head in his knees. “I didn't mean to… I wasn’t chasing you off. Are you mad at me? Is that– is that why you never came back?”Now Kyle was slowly hating himself, why were his tears doing a number on him? **H-hey, it's not my fault. I tried coming back but it was impossible.** His paws were already walking to where the kid remained in a squat. **Hey, listen…**“I can't… I can't do anything right! Everyone is mad at me,” he sounded hurt, giving Kyle the idea that it was a lot more than his days of absense. “Dad got mad at me, ‘cause… ‘cause I didn't want to eat up. But– but I don't want to eat. I-I also couldn't stay right in the tube! It's hard.”Tube? Did he mean the bathtub?“… and you never showed up.” his cries increased, and it was still so hard to miss how his voice remained soft and quiet despite how hard he wept “Do you not want to play with me anymo
His silent voice. Tears.
Would he be back?He couldn't say, after all he only found the place out of luck. Perhaps if he could take note of the road as he went out it could be much easier.But he couldn't make any promises.**Sorry kid, but I have other things to handle at the moment. I'm not down for babysitting.**With that, he walked away without sparing a glance back. He wasn't ready to get roped in by those bewitching eyes again. His path back was a little tricky, but thanks to his dog form and sharp nose he found his way back just fine.**Damn, just how far in did I go?** He thought as arrived at the road. The sun was no longer in plain sight, and it took a whole while longer than he had calculated to get out. Getting back to the house would be worse, so he had to hurry.Taking one last glance at the woods that looked like it held nothing but nature, he ran off. And just as he thought, his mom was dead worried, but he ensured her he was fine. Chipping in his discovery of the day. She hadn't believed him
His silent voice. First meeting.
••{Five months before Kyle's dash for help.}Wallowing in his unknown predicament of staying a husky, he wandered the woods aimlessly. Humans were never born with the memories of their past lives. He knew that just as everyone does. So could it be a punishment that he still had his? Was that the prize he had to pay for failing to protect the one master he had been sworn to? Or was it simply an effect of losing his core? So many questions he had come up with, yet none fit the mark. He had given up on trying to find an answer.He had moved on in acceptance, If he was given a chance at a new life, he should make the best out of it. The only friend he had in his past was no other than his master, everyone stayed away from him and he never needed them anywhere close. He had his master after all.But all that was soon lost as his willful thinking. Now he had a new chance and he was getting along just fine with the kids at the kindergarten… even if they were all just kids who reminded him e
His silent voice. 911.
Kyle followed Mrs. Kerwood into the house, ready to help out with whatever she needed. When they got to the living room, he saw Dylan's dad and Bree sitting on the couch, their eyes on him. Naturally, he sent a smile their way and signed.^^Good morning.^^Their quiet responses reminded him that they weren't still too familiar with signs, so he only gave back a nod that surprisingly didn't get a better reaction. “Have a seat, Kyle.” She pointed at the couch and he obeyed without much thought. He took the single couch across the one where Bree's sat with her dad and it only took him a second to recognize the hostility in the air. Neither of them were smiling, which was just odd considering how chatty and teasing Bree gets when she sees him. Probably they had a bad morning.He turned to see Mrs. Kerwood staring out the window in observation, and she remained like that for a moment before coming back. She walked over to the couch where the others sat and it comfortably took all three
