Tired puppy Dennis, really he doesn't have anything to be tired about. Spending most of his day napping and being fucked by his owners. Yawning as Jack pulls him into the man's lap, pulling down Dennis's underwear. Using his puppy as needed while Dennis squirms and yips. Licking at his owners neck and shoulder lazily as his cunt gets pumped full.
Sometimes if Dennis is really lucky Robby will come home early and play with him while he still fuzzy brained. Laying dennis down gently as jack runs a hand through curls. Dennis usually comes first on these days, leaving robby aching and hard. Meaning the sleepy pup gets laid down on the bed. Owners touching each other lazily until they both cum.
Dennis is so tuckered out he can do nothing but suckle softly on his owners dick now soft but covered in his favourite treat.
Although it might not seem like it, Robby is very spoiled by Dennis.
The first time it happened, his cheeks flushed a deep red as his boyfriend showered him with kisses on his lips, cheeks, eyelids—all over his face—while saying, "Who's my cute baby?"
"Dennis, I'm almost 50—"
"Yes, you're my cute baby, whom I love very much and with all my heart," he said, continuing his onslaught of kisses and hugs.
Dennis had grown up in a loving environment, where his mother and father doted on him with kisses and hugs, telling him how much they loved him and how proud they were of him, while his siblings always gave him hugs whenever Dennis wanted or needed them.
Therefore, he didn't think it was wrong or strange to lavish his boyfriend with that affection; it was perfectly normal.
And Robby, despite initially showing some resistance, had a silly grin on his face once the attack subsided and Dennis was simply hugging him.
Robby had been raised by his grandparents. His grandfather wasn't a very affectionate man; he'd occasionally tell him he was proud of him or that he loved him, but it wasn't much. His grandmother was sweet and always called him "my handsome boy" to show her love, and she'd hug him, but beyond that, he hadn't received much love in his childhood.
Dennis's affection felt strange to him, but it made him feel good. His face would warm up, and he couldn't stop smiling. His heart would beat strongly, and he'd feel such a warm, almost blissful sensation, like he was in heaven. He liked it; he loved it.
So, at least once a day, Dennis would get those sudden urges to attack him with love.
And Michael "Robby" Robinavitch had gotten used to it.
One day, after a long and exhausting shift, a hand pulled Dennis inside some curtains.Dennis wasn't surprised to see Robby looking unwell.
"What do you need, my love? Are you okay?" Dennis stroked his face, and Robby leaned towards his touch, blushing.
He heard Robby say softly, "I want cuddles..." as he kissed the palm of his hand.
The change was sudden. Dennis smiled and cradled Robby's face in his hands.
"Who is my sweet baby?"
After a moment of silence, and Robby pressed him to his chest and buried his face in the crook of Dennis's neck, he replied, "I-I..." His face was already red.
"Yes, you're my sweet baby, the one I love most, with all my heart. Do you love me too?"
"Yes, I love you so much..."
"My sweet baby." Dennis pulled away from him and began showering Robby's face with kisses, while Robby's mood shifted, a silly grin spreading across his face as his eyes sparkled with love.
Robby pulled him close again for a kiss on the lips, followed by a couple of tickles that made Dennis burst out laughing.
"Are you feeling better now? My sweet baby."
Before Robby could answer, Abbot pulled back the curtains, his face a mask of disbelief.
Robby stormed out, his face burning red, knowing he was doomed. There was no way Jack hadn't heard what had happened in there. For God's sake, Robby had admitted he was Dennis's sweet baby! (That felt good.)
As he was about to hand over to the night shift, Jack said, "Okay, sweet baby." And gave him the most mocking smile imaginable.
Robby almost killed him right then and there, but he just ignored it. If he made a big deal out of it, Jack would start nagging him about it all the time.
He was annoyed again, but when he got home, Dennis smiled at him. They had dinner, and then his boyfriend wrapped him in a blanket and hugged him, stroking his hair and giving him little kisses every now and then.
If that was what being Dennis's cute baby was worth, he didn't mind at all.
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FINALLY STARTING WINTER VACATION!
By the way, this gave me a bit of... I don't know, a strange but happy feeling while writing it. It's so sweet, but it just came to me and I had to write it down 🙈
More to come soon! Except I might not be around this weekend. I have to finish a video game because I bet I'd finish it before the World Cup :""") (don't bet if you know you're going to lose, the game is way too hard ಥ‿ಥ) Besides, my beautiful country is in the final! 🇦🇷 So I might write but not post, that's all :D
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i think about golden retriever hybrid dennis a lot, but where almost all hybrids inhabit the form of their animal that coincides with their human age, dennis's hybrid form somehow never grew up or aged- he just stayed a puppy. he's very shy about being around other people in his hybrid form, becasue not only do people who didn't see him transform assume he's a child, he's also... a very small puppy. he's not really strong enough to run around or take care of himself in his hybrid form, so whenever he transforms, he tends to do so on his own bed so he can just lay there and burrow under blankets. his puppy body doesn't facilitate much more than that.
none of the other PTMC staff even know he's a hybrid for a very long time (aside from trinity, sworn to secrecy) since he doesn't use the facilities in their breakroom to transform and decompress like everyone else does. they all just assume that he's fully human the way fourty percent of the population are. he does feel very jealous when he sees victoria taking a nap as a little long-eared bunny rabbit on a cushion, and of the way that mckay the red setter dog gets to stretch out on the sofa to chill out, but he cant have everyone finding out that he's a tiny puppy who really would need support and active care if he transitioned at work.
that's the way it stays until they have a shift so stressful that robby and al-hashimi announce that it's in the best interests of all the hybrid staff to spend time in their animal forms before going home, so that they're less tense and more settled and all get home safely. dennis would continue to pretend that he wasnt a hybrid, but his brain has been nagging and pulling at him all day to let his muscles and body rest in the way that his puppy form let him. he *supposed* if he snuck in really quietly and picked a secluded spot in the corner, he might be overlooked and no-one would question the presence of the tiny sleepy puppy? it was worth a shot, especially with so many other hybrids around.
his plan goes well initially, going in early and finding a spot mostly hidden away and scattered with cushions he could rest his soon-to-be weak little body on, and he manages to shift with no-one seeing. now no-one knows he's dennis, and all they see is a rumpled golden puppy whose eyes are still half-closed by default and who can't bark properly, only whine softly in his throat. the first people to join don't bat an eye, changing into well-groomed cats or elegant looking snakes and huddling up on top of the cabinets to be close to the heat lamps. dennis stares at it all blearily form his place flopped on the cushions, tubby little puppy legs unable to let him trot around like the other dogs were doing.
it all goes wrong when robby, a non hybrid, walks in to check on everyone. he headcounts, seeming satisfied, and then his eyes fall on dennis, who cant help the way his teeny little tail gives it's best impression of a wag, smacking the padded material beneath him gently. robby frowns and walks over to the puppy (surely a member of staff, but who? this puppy was the age you usually saw child hybrids inhabit, and by the looks of it, a very young child too- three at maximum.) and crouches down to see him. dennis cant help how sleepy he feels and yawns, scrunching his puppy face up and then sneezing once, looking disgruntled. robby chuckled deeply and dennis couldnt take his eyes off of the older man.
"hey there, little guy, i'm not sure i've seen you around here before. who are you, little one?"
robby knew he shouldn't be addressing an adult as though they were a child, but the way the puppy was just so small and looked so soft and sleepy brought it out in him. he reached forward his hand to pet against the white-gold fur and stopped just before he did so, looking for permission. dennis blinked up at him and whined again, inching his heavy little head slightly closer to the hand. robby took that as a go ahead.
dennis, on the pillows, was in heaven. he was so tired and suddenly robby had arrived and was petting him and scratching behind his ears and it was making him feel so fucking good. he let out more squeaks and puppy noises as he craned his neck and headbutted robby's hand for more pets. robby was smiling, enamoured by this little thing that was the sweetest creature ever. he sat down on the floor next to the pup and kept petting.
dennis, blissed out as he was from all the pets, saw his opportunity. he fought against his weak limbs and tiny body, and made a collosal effort to flop his body onto robby's legs, aiming at shuffling his way into his lap to get more of the attention he was being lathered with. robby let him crawl on, battling the urge to coo and settling to puppy carefully on him.
robby scritched him behind the ears some more, petted down his back, praised the little doggy profusely... all while dennis was falling asleep. robby noticed the dead weight of the little thing and looked down to see his eyes shut and his golden face peaceful. if he listened closely, he could even hear huffy, deep breaths telling him his new little friend was taking a nap.
robby couldn't help it, he leant back against the wall and hoisted the puppy to lay on his chest, holding it securely against him like a baby, its warm weight and gentle snuggles making his eyes heavy too. the rest of the hybrids watched now in curiosity as their boss fell asleep under the weight of a pup.
several hours later, robby wakes up. the room is empty except for them, and the weight on his chest is now less puppy and more adult human. he looks down and sees golden curls buried in his neck and a very distinctive young doctor cuddled up to him. dennis whitaker.
robby nearly laughed out loud. of *course* the adorable cuddly baby puppy was the unendingly sweet intern he'd come to be besotted with. of course it was the intern that he'd like to kiss and cuddle and take out to dinner. he decided to wait, wanting to take as much time with dennis as possible.
when dennis did wake up to find himself using his boss as a pillow and knowing robby knew now that he was a hybrid, he went white with fear. he tried to scamper off, but robby held him firm, looking into clear blue eyes.
"you make a pretty cute little puppy, dennis."
it's not long before he's *robby's* beloved little puppy.
are you kidding me? this is what robby sees whenever it's time to swaddle dennis: (and i miss hucklerobby)
oh, oh, robby softly smiled, laying a freshly showered dennis onto the blanket with a small groan, i know, buba, i know you're feeling all squirmy—but daddy's gonna make it better, ok?
dennis weakly yiped and whined, squirming against the blanket in a poor attempt to escape the swaddle. but the noise was only music to robby's ears, gently taking dennis' small hips and thighs into his hands to still the puppy's movements.
shh, hey—hey, robby began, his voice firm enough to peak through the fuzzy haze in dennis' mind, no need to squirm, denny—you're safe. you're safe with daddy. just gonna swaddle you, little one. it's ok, buba. robby soothed, placing one hand on dennis' tummy.
when dennis' noises didn't stop, robby reverted to humming small lullabies. the same ones his grandmother used to sing to him after fits of rage or the nightmares that stayed after his mother left.
it took a few seconds before dennis began to calm, his little noises reducing to sniffles and hiccups. his eyes grew too heavy to keep open, falling shut and allowing robby to work.
that's a good boy, thank you, little one. robby praised, giving dennis' tummy a small rub before working his little one into the blanket until he was nice and snug.
it only took a moment before robby was lifting dennis into his arms, an amused chuckle leaving his lips when dennis' lips pulled themselves in a breathless smile, oh my—look at that happy smile. i have such a happy boy, don't i? look at my happy puppy. he cooed and praised, gently rocking dennis.
sighing, robby settled against the headboard, cradling dennis against his warm chest. dennis didn't waste anytime before he was nuzzling his face into robby's chest, enjoying the feeling of robby's chest hair against his cheeks and lips.
mm—nah, n'ba... dada t'my. dennis managed to say, trying to maneuver his face to be closer to robby's tummy. but another whine left his lips when robby gently tugged him back.
oh my little one, robby cooed, holding dennis in one arm while tugging his own shirt off, ok, buba, we can have skin-to-skin. shh, it's ok, denny, it's ok. he soothed, feeling dennis instantly melt the moment he was laid onto his soft chest and tummy.
dennis didn't wait before he was squishing his face into his daddy's pecs and collarbones, such a beautiful puppy. and you're all mine. robby soothed, brushing his thumb underneath dennis' eye.
robby knew dennis would end up burying his face in his soft tummy within three minutes.
(i deleted the original because i thought it sucked and wanted to rewrite it AND THEN THE SECOND ONE DELETED. but love you, bestiess. now i wanna write about little!dennis and his love for robby's tummy.)
Dennis asking Robby about a patient's treatment plan, notebook in hand, scribbling everything his mentor says down. Robby is speaking so confidently, Dennis can barely keep up, nodding furiously until…
"Uh… How do you spell that one?"
Dennis's cheeks have gone a little pink as he asks. He should know. It's an obscure drug, not one they use a lot, but he should still really know.
He glances up at Robby, pen faltering in his hand.
Robby doesn't even pause, he takes both notebook and pen from Dennis. He's not gonna waste time sounding out each letter, they've got shit to do. Dennis watches him almost in a daze, how his big hands dwarf the notebook, how elegantly he holds the pen. He's slipping his readers on as he nods at Dennis and whistles. "Turn round for me, kid."
Dennis does, back to Robby and suddenly that firm grip is on his shoulder, squaring him. He can only blink, barely able to comprehend what's happening as Robby uses the space between his shoulder blades as a writing desk. There's the sensation of the pen's sharp point as it scribbles through the paper, Robby's warm breath as it fans across the nape of his neck. All he can do is hold still, eyes darting around the Pitt, not knowing where to look. People are staring.
As quickly as it started, it's over. Dennis spins back around, lips parted,
"I--"
Robby is tossing the notebook back to him. "10 milligrams of that, go see the pharmacist."
"I--" Dennis tries again, "Okay--"
And he's gone. Dennis is left clutching the notepad watching after him as he heads away. His chest feels weird. He can still feel where the pen followed the line of each letter, like it's been imprinted permanently on his skin. Each letter to spell… Dennis glances down. His nose crinkles.
At the bottom of the page, under his own quick but legible script is possibly the worst handwriting Dennis has ever seen. He can't even tell if it's spelled out in capitals. Shit. What was the drug again? Dennis better write it down, readable this time, even if it's spelled wrong it...
Dennis pats his pockets down, just needing a…
"Robby!" He calls out darting off in the direction of wherever Robby disappeared to. "Hey, you stole my pen!"
"Are you looking for a hybrid with a developed speech capability?"
The pet store attendant- Jim, says his puppy paw print adorned tag- asks them, pen poised above his notepad.
"Yes, if possible."
A box gets ticked.
Jack has done his research. Ever since Robby has shown an interest in hybrid ownership he's been studiously looking up the different kinds of hybrids available, Hey Mike, you more of a cat, dog or bunny person would you say? and hybrid care How to care for your hybrid- 5 Myths about cages (hint- they're not a punishment). Unbeknown to this poor attendant, they are not here to just ooo and aah at the cute little ears and tails.
No, Jack has this shit on lock.
He knows they want a puppy-hybrid, not too young, but still energetic enough, none of this 'virgin' shit- Jack wants a rescue, something to sink his teeth into. Robby wants something sweet off the batt, something he can dote on and hand feed and love. Lets hope they find a compromise. He likes the idea too- bleeding heart that he is- of taking in something that needs a little extra love. A male hybrid too- an omega (Robby's preference). Jack had frowned at that. He doesn't really miss pussy, but there was a moment of insecurity with that when he realised Robby might. Still, Robby's been struggling a little lately, and if a wet little hybrid-omega pussy is going to cheer him up then fine. The only real strong preference Jack has that Robby is indifferent on is speech capability. Robby would be happy without it, but the thing is they can train that into him and have the best of both world. So he knows when Jack's at work he can't speak dogs don't speak Jack, they bark and he knows he can when Jack's home I'm not yapping to myself all night Michael. He doesn't want a stupid dog.
Jack relays most of this to the attendant, who studiously nods and notes some things down. "Okay, boy you guys sure do know what you want huh? Makes a nice change."
He leads them through to the back, where the big windows are casting rays of light down on the shared play area. It's a cute sight, Jack has to admit. He's never really been into the whole hybrid craze, but seeing the little bunnygirls curled up around the catboys and the puppy's play growling and tugging ropes between them. Yeah, cute.
Robby looks fucking enamoured too, sucker.
"Okay so we have a couple of options…" Jim takes them around to meet a few hybrids, who are nice and everything, but largely indifferent. Jack would have happily adopted any of them, but Robby- when he was a wee kid- once had a puppy jump into his arms and snuggle into his neck. He still laments to Jack that his bubbe didn't have the capacity to keep it and him, and Jack thinks that he's secretly wanting to recreate that here. God, he wants it for Robby too.
Robby outright veto's the one that growls at him, though Jack would have also taken a crack at that one. He's grown up with dogs, see, back in the mountains. He knows how to set down rules and guidance in a way he thinks Robby would be terrible at. And really, with some of these hybrids, their animal nature runs closer to the surface than one might think.
They see him when Robby starts to flag. Well, Jack sees him first. The hybrid is laid out in a corner on some blankets, stretching his arms above his head and yawning so hard it ends in a little yip. He's in the sun like a cat, but that's definitely puppy ears on his head between those would be curls. Maybe with Jack's curl cream they would. Fuck, he even looks a little like Jack in med school. Definitely Robby's type then. The stretch pulls up his t-shirt, giving Jack a look at the taught stretch of his little stomach. Very cute. He nods his head and Robby follows his line of sight.
Like fate, when he looks over the hybrid blinks open his sleepy eyes and perks up, floppy ears twitching and his head raising. He smiles over at Robby and his little tail starts to wag. Robby, predictably, melts.
"Oh hey buddy." Robby grins, leaning down and crouches next to Dennis, whose whole body wiggles as he shakes his tail.
"Oh, Dennis." The attendant says, tapping his clipboard. "Hmm-"
"Hmm?"
"Well, he does fit you're needs. He can speak, male omega, he's twenty seven."
Dennis clearly gets fed up of waiting for Robby and buts his head straight into his chest, huffing as Robby brings a delighted hand to his ears to pet him.
"Okay… so?" Jack raises his eyebrow.
"Dennis is…a slightly more complicated case. Bought for farm work as a pup, raised with the family in Nebraska, but presented late as an omega. The owner has put a pretty- a pretty exceptionally high price tag on him, shipped him over here I think in an attempt to fool some city slicker. Financial trouble I think. Hoping to get him sold as a breeding omega, but he's a little too old for the price tag on him, despite being a virgin."
"Huh, and how much are we talking?"
Robby is laughing now as Dennis wiggles and rolls about and shows Robby his belly, stretching out again as Robby says 'big stretch puppy wow.'
Jim names the price Dennis' owner has set, and Jack winces. It's more than double what he'd expected, way too high for what Dennis is, but then who the fuck cares about that. They both have way too much money to know what to do with, and they're not breeders or traders, he just wants a pup that will make his partner think twice about stepping near the fucking edge of the roof again.
"Are we sure he can speak?"
"Ah, well most people prefer them not to. So we advise them to stay quiet during the meet and greet stage of adoption."
"Sure."
"It's sad really. He's such a good boy, we've never really had any trouble with him at all, but the price just-"
"I think if my partner agrees then we'd be interested." Jack interrupts, as he watches the boy giggle as Robby scruffs him about a bit. "Is there any room for negotiation on price?"
"I'm sorry- his owner was very clear on that. He's been rotated around five stores already. Due to be moved on next week."
Jack winces. Poor little pup.
"Michael?" Robby peers over his shoulder, hand stilling in Dennis' ears. Dennis stills too, looking up at him, over his crossed arms and raised brow and bites at his lip, ears going back a little. "What do you think?"
"Jack." He breathes out. Yeah, he thought so.
"Okay, we'll take him."
Dennis' tail stars wagging so hard that Jack thinks he might take off. He yips excitedly and he can't help but smile down at the kid.
"What a day hey Dennis!" Jim laughs too, reaching down to pet Dennis' ears. "You want a little more time or are you happy to start the paperwork?"
"Why don't you go ahead Mike and get us started while I say hi to Dennis here?" Jack offers. He still hasn't heard the kid speak yet. Although he's not sure he could stop Robby wanting him even if Jim was wrong and he couldn't.
When the two men move to the side and Robby starts giving out their information Jack tentatively reaches out his hand, palm towards Dennis. The kid considers him for a second or two, much longer than Robby, but then butts his head into Jack's hand and hums delightedly when Jack scritches at his ears.
"There we go kiddo. So, Jim tells me you know how to speak?" Dennis looks at him cautiously. "It's okay, I know you were told it's better to stay quiet? But I'm looking for a hybrid who can."
Slowly, Dennis leans back to peer up at him, but not so far as to dislodge Jack's hand. "Hi."
"Hi." Jack laughs. "My names Jack, that over there is Robby, or Michael. Or sometimes I call him Mike."
"Thats a lot of names, I'm just Dennis." He tilts his head to the side and his ears flop.
"Yeah, I'm just Jack too kid."
"Are you really going to adopt me?"
"Well, that depends on you buddy."
"Me?"
"It's not just our choice." He runs his hand from the base to the tip of Dennis' ear. "Michael is super excited because he's been wanting to adopt a hybrid for a while, you'll have to excuse him, but that's why he has me right? I want to see if this is what you want to."
"Yep!" Dennis bounces on his heels. "For sure."
"Hold up there buddy." Jack laughs. "I know you've been waiting a while for this, but it would make me feel better, personally, if I told you what it would be like if you came home with us, and then you can make an informed decision. I…hybrid ownership has never been on my radar before, so it's all a little new for me. Can you do that for me?"
Dennis tilts his head the other way, and his ears flop again. He considers, biting his lip. "Okay, yeah. I can do that."
"Good boy. Okay, we both work at the hospital in the emergency department, I work nights and Robby works days, so they'll be someone at home most of the time. We live near a nice park-" Dennis' ears perk up. "-and I like to run if you think you can keep up with me. We go hiking sometimes in the woods, and have a nice little yard. But also… you grew up on a farm right? Farm work is a little different to being a house pet…"
Dennis bites at his lip. His canines are a little longer than usual. "You can say it. I know that owners have sex with house pets, not like working hybrids. I presented a little late, and then my da- my owner. He uh, I think wanted to sell me to a breeder, so I haven't had sex or anything," he says, fast. "-and they didn't want me to do anything to like impact that sale? So I haven't touched myself a lot or anything but I know what house pets are expected to do, 'specially omegas… can I tell you something though?"
Makes it a little easier. Dennis sure isn't stupid. "Sure bud."
"Sometimes when the others are getting adopted, the older rescues who have already had sex, they uh- they play with them here? And sometimes I wish that was me. I've touched myself um- twice? Just on the outside, and it was so good but then they made me stop. And they always look like they're having a lot of fun."
Dennis is bright red, squirming and looking down.
"Yeah puppy? You gonna be our good boy and let us make you feel good too?"
"Please? Do you um- I know Robby was interested but do you think I'm… attractive?"
Jack laughs, scruffing his ears. "Very much pup. What about us? How do you feel about us?"
Dennis flushes nearly twice as much. Beet red to match the blanket he was sprawled about on.
"Well I guess that answers that well enough. You were practically crawling in Robby's lap earlier. None of the other hybrids were doing that. So, you wanna come home with us Den?"
I think puppy hybrid dennis is a serial tail chaser- specifically in the sense that he chases his own tail every time he's caught off guard by it.
if he's laying in his bed snoozing and suddenly his tail twitches next to him? hes leaping up like hes been stung to try and catch the mysterious moving object, snapping his jaws and circling over and over to try and catch up with it.
if he sees it wag in his peripheral vision as he's playing? he's abandoning his toys to leap and bend himself backwards, growling and barking in pursuit of the elusive golden hair. he never quite manages to clamp his sharp canines around it, and fails at his hunt every time.
when robby watches his pup snarl and snap and spin over and over again, dennis convinced he's going to end victorious and with the strange creature behind him subdued, he wonders how his puppy can be so smart and so stupid all at once.
he usually has to grab dennis to stop him, physically grasping his tail to show him that it's one of his own appendages ("look, denny! puppy, look, it's attached to you. it's your tail, baby. you can't hunt it."), and then watches as dennis slowly understands, letting out huffy little puppy grumbles before he curls up again for another nap. he'd be back "hunting" again soon, of course.
another hucklerobby hybrid au musing with german shepard robby and baby golden retriever dennis...
the rest of the pitt find it hilarious just how protective robby is over his boyfriend when they're in their animal forms- not that robby isn't protective of dennis when they're in their human bodies, just that robby's need to shield and protect dennis is dialled up to eleven when confronted with his animal instincts.
its normal and expected for hybrids to spend about an hour of their shifts transformed and chilling in the breakroom, helping to regulate themselves, and while most go there alone, robby is adamant that he and dennis need to go together. always. dennis never protests or seems unhappy with this, snuggling into robby's side with a smile and letting the older steer him and lead him away, robby's pointed ears alert for danger even when they weren't in their animal forms, and dennis's floppy on the sides of his head.
all fine, right? they'll mind their business and have a nap in the corner full of pillows, and then they'll be back, right? sort of. once they transform, dennis is rendered pretty helpless by how young his puppy form is, meaning he can't move very far, or bark, or run, or bite. his actions are limited to sleeping and whining and cuddling into pillows, or being hand-fed. he's too wobbly on his tubby golden paws for anything else.
robby sees his beloveds fragile and vulnerable (and fucking adorable) form, and takes this as a call to duty. he'll transform into his large and imposing shepard, all focus and fang and strength, and nose dennis's weak body more firmly onto the cushions, using his teeth to drag a blanket over him as dennis yipped and snuffled. then he'll position himself around his boy, making sure his sleepy form is cuddled into his middle and held between his paws. he's protecting his lover from danger.
at no point does robby let his guard down. dennis snoozes and lets out squeaky snores that have robby leaning his head down to lick dennis's soft head, pampering his boyfriend, and then he returns his head to its normal position, ears alert and facing the door, eyes unblinking. no one will be approaching his puppy on his watch.
this is where the rest of the staff find it hilarious. it no longer matters how well they know robby and how kind and sweet robby is to them day-to-day, now the shepard has only one objective, and that is to protect dennis from threats. his coworkers are included in his list of percieved threats.
cassie comes in at one point to make cups of coffee for herself and javadi, and robby is not having it. she's far too close to the puppy. he starts up a warning growl in the back of his throat, chest rumbling with the noise and filling the room. cassie looks at where the dogs are layed and laughs.
"robby, calm down, im not touching dennis. see, look at him, he's fine. he's asleep."
robby's growl got louder and he flashed his teeth, threatened by the way the intruder (one of his most trusted doctors) had dared to refer directly to his puppy. how dare she? cassie only laughed more at the possessive, protective dog, and finished the coffees. robby teased the beginnings of a bark, volume climbing, deeply unhappy with her presence near dennis. the golden was so small and weak and soft, he needed to keep him safe and this wasn't acceptable.
"robby, seriously, chill out. don't bark at me for looking at dennis. if you bark at me, I'm getting dana. you know what happens if you growl at her."
robby stopped teasing the bark, but his growl continued. he did know what happened if he growled at dana, and it was him receiving a flick to his sensitive nose. he curled closer around dennis's sleeping form. cassie left the room and robby relaxed. success. another threat to his puppy had been fended off and dennis was safe and sound, snuffling and nuzzling him in his sleep.
as robby licks dennis's droopy ears triumphantly, cassie is telling the story to the nursing station while in fits of laughter. he was protective, that dog.
i’ve seen @motherofcatsandmess (i hope this'll cheer you up a little bit, bud) post about uncle robby x fauxcest au and i couldn’t get the concept out of my mind. also want to apologise in advance for any inaccuracies you may find here. enjoy <3 (part 1/?) next part ->
the whitakers are living in the pittsburgh country on a farm, and the parents somehow met robby and became friends with him. they invite him to the farm for weekends. he plays with kids and easily earns ‘uncle’ moniker to his name. he shows them how his motorcycle works and tells them stories about his work, pg, of course. he sometimes goes with them to a local church for a sunday mass even though it’s not his religion and stays for a dinner after. even though everyone is glad to have uncle robby on the farm and they spend great time together, the whitaker brothers stick to their father, learn how to do farm work, take care of the cattle, etc., except for dennis. he sticks to uncle robby like someone spilt superglue on his jacket, helping him to repair his bike even though his mother would berate him about it being ‘not appropriate’ and send him to help with dinner. once he takes dennis to a synagogue he and his bubbe went to when he was little, he tells him about her, about hanukkah, about knitted sweaters and the most delicious syrniki on the planet.
for some reason uncle robby never calls dennis by the name his parents gave him. he calls him ‘mouse’ (“it’s just the face you have. like a cute little mouse,” he says and boops dennis on the nose) or ‘kid’. when dennis doesn’t yet understand it himself, uncle robby does, and it goes with everything, so it’s kind of inevitable when, on dennis’s sixteenth birthday, uncle robby stops by to give a big hug and a present, deniss’s breath hitches and his heart misses a beat, and, oh, he may have a huge crush on uncle robby.
a month later the problems on the farm, with finances and managing, make them sell the farm and move to nebraska, where the maternal part of the family lives. dennis is upset, of course, but he also sees it as a god’s blessing and hopes it will help him overcome the inappropriate feelings for a man who knew him more than dennis remembers himself. still, he tries to keep in touch, and uncle robby visits on the holidays until his mother explicitly tells him to stop sending letters to pittsburgh, and uncle robby, for the first time, misses thanksgiving. dennis is 100% sure that pastor johnson from the church they go to in broken bow has somehow his hand in it. the church itself starts driving dennis crazy, and he doesn’t know how the others don’t see how insane everything is. what they do see is that dennis should dress in more demure and plain clothes, that he should do more chores and be obedient and that he should start thinking about marrying one of the boys from the church as his eighteenth birthday is coming closer. he decides he can’t bear it any longer, the suffocation of the farm, of the church, of his own body, and decides to be smarter, like uncle robby taught him: be cunning and use what is available to your advantage because if the situation doesn’t play in your favour, you change it until it does even if it seems impossible or crazy. he tells his parents about studying theology in college since the budget hasn’t been as tight and promises to return after the graduation. they don’t see his crossed fingers under the table.
he moves to lincoln and starts his education; he learns about people meddling with the scripture to their wishes. he finds different meaning in the verses that were recited to him so many times, similarities between religions that drive people to war against each other. everything seems so simple laid out in that way, and people seem so stupid, drowning in their own hatred. he also learns that 'queer' now is not an insult, that there is a reason he hates to look at himself in the mirror and always keeps his hair in a tight knot. he asks his roommate to cut it for him and skips thanksgiving because ‘he’s drowning in homework’. he starts wearing male clothes and stays in the dorms for christmas because ‘the finals need a lot to be read’. somewhere in the middle of his spring semester he thinks about getting in touch with uncle robby, telling him about his studies and his true name he so wants uncle robby to say. his teen crush mostly died down and transformed into some strange longing for comfort and familiarity he had with the man, and he oh so wants to get it back. but he doesn’t know if uncle robby changed his number or moved from pittsburgh. or even if he wanted to interact with dennis at all. so he doesn’t write to him or call him, although he can spell uncle robby’s address backwards and half asleep.
not much to dennis’s surprise, when gen ed science classes start, he nails it. he always loved biology and chemistry at school and had a knack for anatomy from spending loads of time taking care of cattle and reading the medicine books uncle robby gifted him. on the meeting at the end of the semester his ta tells him about switching his major to pre-med or doing a double since his other grades are as good as always, but he doesn’t express that much interest in his main subjects, and by the reviews from his professors he looks thriving in the labs. he declines since he knows his parents would surely be notified about the switch, and they are already on his ass for skipping two christmases in a row. his ta suggests volunteering in the local clinics since he is already helping one of the churches he doesn’t yet detest. he agrees and spends most of his free time either in the centre or deep in the medical books in the college library, preparing for the extra classes he signed up for.
when his senior year comes and working on his thesis makes him want to climb the walls, he looks up a list of medical schools in the us and reads about admission rules in upsom. at the end of the winter semester his ta asks him about the clinic and if he wants to enrol in medical school, adding that the professors still speak well about him and will easily write him great recommendations. this time he thinks about how it would be cutting the last string connected to his family and how he couldn’t return to the farm after the graduation with the way he looks now. he promises to think about it and goes wandering around the city. when the sun almost sets, his feet hurt, and a full pack of cigarettes is empty by half, he startles, his foot hovering over the pavement. it’s a hotel with a banner of a medical conference on it. he wants to laugh at the fucking coincidence and cry from a tight feeling around his heart and the ‘what if’ that he shuts down with another cigarette. later at night, after the guy he hooks up with occasionally left and the stupid feeling was still there, he texts his ta if he could get a pass for the conference. he does and promises to give his answer before the next semester. he makes himself not to cross his fingers this time.
his hands shake all the way to the hotel. he picks at the thread on the sleeve of his shirt as he tries not to look around so obviously, searching for the familiar tall and broad figure with a beard and warm, kind brown eyes. it’s stupid. it’s so fucking stupid because what are the chances that uncle robby would be there? and what are the chances that uncle robby would talk to him? he wants to walk out and maybe get drunk, but his phone chimes with a message from his ta and the conscience that his mother seemingly thinks he lacks makes him go to the conference room and sit at the back, shrink down, not take much space so no one will notice him. he learnt it pretty quickly after they moved to nebraska.
the conference is boring to say the least. yes, it’s mostly about covid and how hospitals dealt with it and still do with the aftermath, which made him think constantly of how uncle robby was managing it in the midst of the chaos and want to stay by his side in it. the speakers come and go, some talking in the monotone lecture voice he soundly sleeps to on a daily basis, some energetic and engaging in the way leaders must talk to motivate their people. he imagines that uncle robby talks that way to his subordinates. the speaking part ends, and everyone is free to roam around, have a snack, do some networking or chat with old acquaintances.
dennis is leaning on the wall with a bottle of water in hand when he sees him. he is at the bar, talking to one of the good speakers with a tumbler of whisky in his hand. he hasn’t changed even a bit except for a few grey strands in his beard and more pronounced crow’s feet around his eyes. and this particular thought makes dennis hot under his collar. still, he notices something major that has changed. uncle robby as a polite man he always was, looks interested in the conversation, nods when needed and adds his input when questioned, and yet his eyes are distant and his posture is stiff under something that can’t be worn off by alcohol or being away from the hospital. it looks like something that had crawled deep inside him and lives in his bones as he goes with his day. dennis feels his eyes watering and bile coming up his throat, so he doesn’t notice that he has been staring way too long and that uncle robby turns his head and locks his eyes with him. he turns back as if nothing has happened, but his hand with the tumbler freezes on its way to his mouth, and he does a double take, his brow furrows in confusion. that’s the moment dennis manages to startle himself back to the world of the living and averts his gaze, hurrying in the direction of the exit. he catches in the side of his eye how uncle robby stands up from his stool, apologises to the speaker, and strides after him.
stupid. so fucking stupid. what was he planning to say anyway? hey, uncle robby, do you remember a farm you used to visit in pittsburgh and a kid who always bombarded you with tonnes of questions whose parents cut you off because of some religious bullshit?
he doesn’t bother grabbing his jacket from a cloakroom and decides to return tomorrow. it’s not really cold out there, especially for the middle of december, and the bus stop isn’t that far away. he is rushing down the street, hands in the pockets and head low, when he hears the hotel’s glass doors open and fast steps behind his back. he won’t look back. he mustn’t look back, he—
“mouse!”
god, he missed it.
he freezes. all his muscles seem to turn to stone as he can’t make any step forward. the steps behind him slow down as he doesn’t move and halt at a distance.
“mouse…” the uncertainty and such a fucking raw hope in his voice. it makes dennis's eyes water once more. “is that… you?”
he won’t turn. he mustn’t turn. he—
he can’t help himself.
he turns and is immediately welcomed with the sight of uncle robby, heavily breathing and dishevelled, looking him over like he is searching for the signs, for the cues that it’s him, his mouse, until he stops at his eyes and something flashes in his irises when they lock their gazes once more.
he can’t help himself.
“uncle robby…” he throws his arms around uncle robby’s middle and tucks his face in the crook of uncle robby’s neck. the arms lock around him, enveloping him in the big familiar hug uncle robby always gave before driving away. now it’s tighter, with a hand on the back of his head as the other digs into the material of his shirt around his waist. he doesn’t notice how he starts to cry, but uncle robby squeezes him even tighter and places a kiss on the crown of his head.
he hears uncle robby murmur, “you’re okay, mouse. i got you, and i’m not going anywhere.”
i think about golden retriever hybrid dennis a lot, but where almost all hybrids inhabit the form of their animal that coincides with their human age, dennis's hybrid form somehow never grew up or aged- he just stayed a puppy. he's very shy about being around other people in his hybrid form, becasue not only do people who didn't see him transform assume he's a child, he's also... a very small puppy. he's not really strong enough to run around or take care of himself in his hybrid form, so whenever he transforms, he tends to do so on his own bed so he can just lay there and burrow under blankets. his puppy body doesn't facilitate much more than that.
none of the other PTMC staff even know he's a hybrid for a very long time (aside from trinity, sworn to secrecy) since he doesn't use the facilities in their breakroom to transform and decompress like everyone else does. they all just assume that he's fully human the way fourty percent of the population are. he does feel very jealous when he sees victoria taking a nap as a little long-eared bunny rabbit on a cushion, and of the way that mckay the red setter dog gets to stretch out on the sofa to chill out, but he cant have everyone finding out that he's a tiny puppy who really would need support and active care if he transitioned at work.
that's the way it stays until they have a shift so stressful that robby and al-hashimi announce that it's in the best interests of all the hybrid staff to spend time in their animal forms before going home, so that they're less tense and more settled and all get home safely. dennis would continue to pretend that he wasnt a hybrid, but his brain has been nagging and pulling at him all day to let his muscles and body rest in the way that his puppy form let him. he *supposed* if he snuck in really quietly and picked a secluded spot in the corner, he might be overlooked and no-one would question the presence of the tiny sleepy puppy? it was worth a shot, especially with so many other hybrids around.
his plan goes well initially, going in early and finding a spot mostly hidden away and scattered with cushions he could rest his soon-to-be weak little body on, and he manages to shift with no-one seeing. now no-one knows he's dennis, and all they see is a rumpled golden puppy whose eyes are still half-closed by default and who can't bark properly, only whine softly in his throat. the first people to join don't bat an eye, changing into well-groomed cats or elegant looking snakes and huddling up on top of the cabinets to be close to the heat lamps. dennis stares at it all blearily form his place flopped on the cushions, tubby little puppy legs unable to let him trot around like the other dogs were doing.
it all goes wrong when robby, a non hybrid, walks in to check on everyone. he headcounts, seeming satisfied, and then his eyes fall on dennis, who cant help the way his teeny little tail gives it's best impression of a wag, smacking the padded material beneath him gently. robby frowns and walks over to the puppy (surely a member of staff, but who? this puppy was the age you usually saw child hybrids inhabit, and by the looks of it, a very young child too- three at maximum.) and crouches down to see him. dennis cant help how sleepy he feels and yawns, scrunching his puppy face up and then sneezing once, looking disgruntled. robby chuckled deeply and dennis couldnt take his eyes off of the older man.
"hey there, little guy, i'm not sure i've seen you around here before. who are you, little one?"
robby knew he shouldn't be addressing an adult as though they were a child, but the way the puppy was just so small and looked so soft and sleepy brought it out in him. he reached forward his hand to pet against the white-gold fur and stopped just before he did so, looking for permission. dennis blinked up at him and whined again, inching his heavy little head slightly closer to the hand. robby took that as a go ahead.
dennis, on the pillows, was in heaven. he was so tired and suddenly robby had arrived and was petting him and scratching behind his ears and it was making him feel so fucking good. he let out more squeaks and puppy noises as he craned his neck and headbutted robby's hand for more pets. robby was smiling, enamoured by this little thing that was the sweetest creature ever. he sat down on the floor next to the pup and kept petting.
dennis, blissed out as he was from all the pets, saw his opportunity. he fought against his weak limbs and tiny body, and made a collosal effort to flop his body onto robby's legs, aiming at shuffling his way into his lap to get more of the attention he was being lathered with. robby let him crawl on, battling the urge to coo and settling to puppy carefully on him.
robby scritched him behind the ears some more, petted down his back, praised the little doggy profusely... all while dennis was falling asleep. robby noticed the dead weight of the little thing and looked down to see his eyes shut and his golden face peaceful. if he listened closely, he could even hear huffy, deep breaths telling him his new little friend was taking a nap.
robby couldn't help it, he leant back against the wall and hoisted the puppy to lay on his chest, holding it securely against him like a baby, its warm weight and gentle snuggles making his eyes heavy too. the rest of the hybrids watched now in curiosity as their boss fell asleep under the weight of a pup.
several hours later, robby wakes up. the room is empty except for them, and the weight on his chest is now less puppy and more adult human. he looks down and sees golden curls buried in his neck and a very distinctive young doctor cuddled up to him. dennis whitaker.
robby nearly laughed out loud. of *course* the adorable cuddly baby puppy was the unendingly sweet intern he'd come to be besotted with. of course it was the intern that he'd like to kiss and cuddle and take out to dinner. he decided to wait, wanting to take as much time with dennis as possible.
when dennis did wake up to find himself using his boss as a pillow and knowing robby knew now that he was a hybrid, he went white with fear. he tried to scamper off, but robby held him firm, looking into clear blue eyes.
"you make a pretty cute little puppy, dennis."
it's not long before he's *robby's* beloved little puppy.
can't stop thinking about the concept of robby getting home from sabbatical dead dog tired, the middle of the night. jamming his keys in his door. toeing off his boots at his entrance after he shuts the door behind him, not bothering to really put them aside. shrugging his coat off to the floor.
padding to his bedroom, just wanting to pass out for the night, for forever, maybe. if he should be so lucky. stripping to his boxers on the way, grunting a little as he steps out of his jeans, leaving a trail of dirty laundry he just can't be assed about. he never used to be messy. that came with the burnout.
but in his bed, curled up and breathing soft, is a bundle of warm dennis whitaker. looking sweet, looking peaceful, painfully domestic. if robby was a good man, he'd quietly back out of the room, go sleep on the couch, let the mouse awkwardly squeak his way out of the house in the morning. but robby hasn't considered himself a good man in a long time, and he wants his comfortable mattress, and he can't pretend he doesn't like the fact that his favorite intern is on top of it.
so he lifts up the covers, shuffles underneath with a sigh, watches lazily as dennis stirs a little, yawns. cute. the air conditioner hums, a quiet white noise, too quiet for robby's taste. there's a nightlight plugged into the wall that's not his, making the room glow softly orange, just enough to be cozy, just enough to not be dark. he wonders if the kid is scared of the dark. he watches as blue eyes peek open, bleary in the dim light, and find his.
dennis must be as tired as him, exhausted, because he doesn't react. not in any startled manner, not in the way robby was expecting. the kid's usually so jumpy around him, wide-eyed, even months later, even with that new edge of confidence robby can't help but enjoy. but not tonight. his voice is a little raspy as he asks s'this a dream? and his only response is a soft hum when robby tells him no, whitaker, I'm afraid not.
are you okay? wasn't the follow-up that robby expected, but it makes sense, from earnest, sweet whitaker. whitaker who worries too much about him, but it doesn't make robby feel particularly special— the kid worries about everyone. wants to help everyone. robby, at best, is an interesting case. haven't been in a long time, kid, is his honest reply, and he's not sure why he doesn't lie to him. maybe it's because dennis is being so intimately normal, so weirdly easy to be around. maybe it's because he's tired of saying "I'm fine."
dennis is a little hesitant in his movements. ginger and careful, cuddling up to robby's side, laying his cheek on robby's chest. skin against skin, robby remembers his discarded shirt, and is pervertedly glad for it. dennis's cheek is soft. the contact is warm, impossibly nice. dennis's arm comes up to lay itself around robby's waist, the boy snuggling closer, huffing out a breath like an exhausted little puppy. robby is endeared. he's always fucking endeared by this kid. he's stopped trying not to be.
normally he'd feel like crying. or he'd start to spiral, overthink. maybe he should. maybe he should force himself to face why the hell this is so easy, why the hell this domesticity that he's been craving his entire life came to him tonight, this random fucking night, in the form of an intern he should not be laying in bed with. but robby is tired. and sleep tugs him under easier than it has in years, warm in his bed, not alone, not alone, not alone. dennis's breaths brush softly across his skin. robby is hopelessly and stupidly attached.
college au where best friends jack and robby are med school juniors and dennis is a baby faced freshman.
jack and robby share a crappy apartment and after the two take dennis home from the bar one night, they keep him and start to share him like they would with any other object in the house.
dennis will get fucked to sleep in jacks bedroom, then wake up in robby’s bed being fucked into consciousness.
jack busting into robby’s room while robby is giving it to dennis good,
“hey no fair, I was only grabbing a snack and then he was gone.” he’s sliding into the bed though, kissing up dennis’s exposed chest.
robby leans up to create space for him, “snooze you lose brother. can’t leave your door open with such an appetizing sight all spread out on your bed.”
dennis is moaning and whining, his orgasm approaching while the two argue over his head.
the year goes by with dennis in a perpetual state of fucked out, being over-the-shoulder carried up and down the hallway, traded for snacks and homework answers, and having at least two prostate orgasms a day.
“i’ll take your grocery shopping day and i’ll buy your brand of beer for two weeks, please just give him back.”
jack is fucking dennis over the back of the couch while robby stands in the doorframe looking on petulantly
“no way brother, i’ve barely had him at all this week because of your stupid pharmaceutical exams.”
the argument gets drowned out by dennis’ content moans when jack switches to eating him out in between responses, but trust and believe robby is stealing their boy back later tonight.
and hey, dennis gets free housing, meals, and sex by accidently becoming two med students’ free use toy so he truly feels like the winner here.
i wrote more because I wanted to. this has a lot more comfort than hurt. hucklerabbot fauxcest you will never die.
It's not like Dennis doesn't know he has a thing about being left behind.
Of course he does. He's not dumb, and he's done a psych rotation. He's well aware that he has an anxious attachment style, that he fears people leaving him, and that his relationships have all suffered at the mercy of it.
His high school girlfriend, apart from being entirely the wrong gender, though he didn't know it at the time, dumped him for being too clingy.
"Honestly, Dennis, it's just kind of … a lot?" she'd told him. Not even trying to be cruel, just honest. "You want to talk, all the time, and sometimes I just wanna be with my friends?"
He absorbed it, internalised it, and learned. Don't be too clingy. Okay.
His first boyfriend, he was a little different. They fucked, a lot. Freshman year of college, and all he was doing was studying, having sex and thinking he was in love. Dennis was infatuated. The sex was great, and the new relationship energy was better than anything he'd ever felt.
When the guy cheated on him with another twink in their class, Dennis was crushed.
"It's college, dude!" the guy had said, in the process of their break-up. "Did you think we were gonna get married? We're meant to sleep around."
He absorbed that, too. Learned that monogamy at his age wasn't something reasonable to expect. Neither was the hope that he might have found His Person.
He knows, too, where this all comes from. His Dad didn't care enough to stick around for him and his Mom. That hurts, but, from everything he's heard about the man, he wasn't great anyway.
His Mom worked her ass off to make sure Dennis could have a happy, fulfilled childhood. Never want for anything. And he was grateful to her for it, so grateful. He loved her - she was a badass who'd do anything for him.
But she was never very … around. When he was a kid. Always working, and he still feels guilty for being resentful of it, when she was doing it for him.
The big one, though. The one that really changed the way his brain works, was Robby and Jack. One minute, a lonely toddler who no-one seemed to be able to handle, and the next - overwhelmed with attention and love and spoiling.
He'd gotten used to having fathers who adored him. Indulged him. Would take him anywhere he wanted to go, cater to his every whim. He took for granted that they loved him, and then - gone.
So yeah, he knows what his problem is, and he knows where it comes from.
That doesn't mean it magically goes away. He just knows it's there.
Finding them again, and finding them the way he has, well.
It's a lot.
He can feel that old love flaring back to life. The way he'd felt about them as a little kid. Hero worship and adoration and the clingy, needy urge to be with them all the time. The fact that they're gorgeous, and want him?
Well, that helps too.
They really, really seem to want him. He's learned his lessons from previous relationships. Don't be too much, don't cling. Don't expect too much, don't get your hopes up.
So he doesn't. He applies all those lessons to this, too.
It doesn't work.
When he gently declines their invitations to spend the night at their place, it's not met with cool calm coyness. They're confused, and unhappy.
"Well, why not?" Jack asks, brow furrowed. "Do you have plans?"
Dennis shakes his head.
"No, I just - you guys have a night in together. I'll study or something."
Jack shares a look with Robby, that married telepathy thing he's always kind of admired and never been able to get in on.
"Is there a reason you don't want to come over?" Robby prods. They're having this conversation out in the open, where anyone could hear. Like they don't care who knows that they're seeing him.
He can feel himself going pink, remembering the last time he spent the night. Their hands on him, everywhere. Jack purring into his ear, promising all the filthy things he was going to do to their little boy.
"No, just - "
"Then we want you there. Okay?"
He spends three nights a week in their bed, which slides into four, which slides into five. He keeps trying to tell them - I can go home, I don't need to be here. Trying not to make it seem like this is everything to him. That he's happier than he's ever been, and he never, ever wants to leave.
People don't like hearing that.
They keep telling him that they're happier with him there. That they want to be able to keep an eye on their boy. And their hands, and mouths, and tongues, and -
Robby is deeply affectionate. Always touching him, one way or another. He holds Dennis in his lap on long afternoons, absent-mindedly tracing his fingers up and down the boy's sides. He holds his hand when they drive into work together. He's always got a hand on him at work - on his shoulder or his lower back.
Jack's a little more … lascivious about it. Dennis is coming to learn that his brand of affection is sex.
He's on Dennis all the fucking time. Will get home from his night shift and crawl into their bed, spreading Dennis' legs in his sleep and suckling at his cock. It's a hell of a way to wake up.
"You know he used to come home and do that to me," Robby murmurs, sleepy, as Dennis moans quietly.
His eyes snap open, and he looks over at the man, worry spiking.
"I - sorry, I didn't. I'm not trying to steal him," he promises, even as Jack's tongue swipes over his slit and he shivers.
"Oh, baby, I know," Robby coos, and reaches out a hand to stroke through Dennis' hair. "Wasn't a complaint. I love seeing you come apart for him."
And he does, over and over, come apart for Jack. For the both of them.
He cums down Jack's throat, slow and lazy, and when the man reappears from under the covers, he looks perfectly content. Lips slightly slick.
"Morning, little one," he purrs, and Dennis melts. God, he wants to keep this forever. "Thanks for breakfast."
Robby snorts, and then Jack's eyes are on him, hungry.
"Don't you start," Jack warns, before diving back under the covers. Robby's mouth falls open, and Dennis knows he's getting the same treatment. He watches Robby's face, twitching with pleasure, unhurried and familiar.
"C'mere, baby boy," Robby breathes, reaching for him, and when he comes, it's with a groan right into Dennis' mouth.
Jack squirms up Robby's body, head appearing from under the top of the covers, resting on his chest.
"Fuck, you both taste good together," he sighs, eyes fluttering closed as Robby's hand comes to rest on his back, solid and firm and grounding.
Dennis doesn't know how he got this lucky. How he managed to land back here, with these two men. He wants so badly not to fuck it up.
Truthfully, he could have said it, iloveyou, the night they took him home for the first time. He does love them. He's always loved them. They make him feel wanted and cherished and safe.
He knows better than that, though. That would have been coming on way, way too strong. Even if they're infatuated with him right now, it's only been a few months. It could wear off. It could wane.
They could get tired of him, again.
In the end, and of course, of course. Robby says it first.
It's been a bitterly freezing cold day, and they both went out with the street team on a day shift. Hours of trudging through arctic winds, sludgey snow, and other people's misery.
Dennis is shivering by the time they get home. They both are, but the kid's smaller. Got less fat on him to keep him warm.
"Fuck this. Go get undressed, I'm running us a bath," Robby says, ditching his large coat and toeing off his boots. The cold is in both their bones, and while it's unpleasant for him, it's more painful seeing Dennis shake.
By the time the bath is full, and steam rises off the water, they've both stripped off. Robby eases himself into the water, spreads his legs, and gestures for Dennis to hop in. He does, settling between Robby's legs and leaning against his chest.
"G-God, that was s-s-so cold," Dennis chatters, though the hot water, and the warmth of Robby's body absorbing the heat of it too, helps. "D-don't think I've b-been that cold in a-ages."
Robby's hand comes to rest on his belly, rubbing small circles into the soft skin.
"We had some pretty fucking cold winters when you were little," he says, and Dennis can hear the smile in his voice. "Had to rug you up so good you could barely walk. Just this little toddle."
"I was a toddler," Dennis points out, but he's grinning too. He loves when they tell him about those years. All those memories he's lost, but they kept. "That's what they do. Toddle."
Robby laughs, warm breath against the back of his neck.
"Okay, touche. Still, I remember when your little cheeks got so red out in the snow. You never wanted to come back inside, even when Jack ordered you to," he goes on. "Kinda like they have now."
Dennis sinks deeper into the water, the edge of the coldcoldcold finally coming off.
"I liked the snow," he argues. "It was so much fun. Snowballs and making angels. We don't do that stuff as adults. It's the best."
Robby's hand slips lower, resting on his hip. The other hand strokes through Dennis' hair, warm water washing out the touches of frost.
"We can still do that stuff," he says, soft. "You wanna make snow angels, baby boy?"
Dennis' toes curl.
"Maybe," he admits, a touch embarrassed. It's such silly kid stuff. He's just … missed it. "You don't think it's dumb?"
Robby's hands on him will never stop being the loveliest thrill. Sitting here, in the bath with him, he feels achingly taken care of. Held and gently bathed, like he's precious.
"No, baby," Robby murmurs. "I don't think anything you want is dumb. I love you."
He stills, and so does Robby. Silence stretches out between them.
"Is - that okay?" Robby asks, tentative.
Dennis makes a hell of a mess slopping water out of the tub to turn and kiss Robby hard.
"You love me?" he moans into the man's mouth.
"Always have," Robby breathes between kisses. "You're my kid."
Jack, too, says it before he can. But he doesn't even say it to Dennis.
"You try being in love with a 26 year old, you'll pick up their stupid slang, too," he says to Ellis, so casually. Like Dennis isn't standing right there. Like he's already said it, and it's common knowledge.
Ellis snorts.
"Dennis, tell your old man to stop saying bet or I'm gonna have to smack his ass down," she says, pointing a finger at him. He's too pink to respond.
When she leaves, Dennis shoves at Jack.
"Jesus, what?" Jack says, raising a brow and regaining his footing.
"In love with me?" Dennis hisses.
"Yeah?"
He looks so unaffected.
"You didn't want to tell me that before you told Ellis?"
Jack grins, like he's told a funny joke. Then, he's scooping up Dennis into his arms, strong hands under his thighs. Dennis yelps, but there's never any wriggling out of this when Jack wants him here.
"You didn't think I wasn't in love with you the second I got my mouth on you?" he asks, eyes twinkling.
"Put him down, Abbot," Lena says wearily, rolling her eyes as she strides past them.
He doesn't.
"I think you don't know how important you are, little one," Jack continues, though he lowers his voice for this part. They're not so naive as to think that that part of their relationship is necessarily for public eyes and ears.
"I - "
"No, no. Daddy's talking. You've got it in your head that you're not the single most important fucking thing in our lives. Well, I'm gonna have to shake that out of you. 'Cause you are. You have been since you were tiny. Got you back now, and I'll be damned if you're getting away again."
Dennis says it that night in bed, Robby's cock splitting him open. His legs spread wide, his back pressed against Jack's chest, fucked between the two of them.
"I - I love you," he mewls, and he can feel Jack's cock twitch against his ass. "Love you so much, Daddy."
It doesn't matter which one. They're both his, and they both love him.
rewatching season one, but since i wasn’t very active on tumblr during the first round, i’m here and more active for the re-watch <3
(basically if robby thought dennis told langdon about his moment in pedes... but make it agere dennis and cg robby)
someone saw you in pedes. langdon's fucking voice rattled through robby's head as he stormed his way back into the ed. he ignored dana and jack, his eyes trained on the lonely boy in the middle of triage.
whitaker. robby called, his voice dropping and growing firm as he grabbed dennis by the elbow, practically dragging him back out to the isolated loading dock.
once alone, dennis gently pulled himself free, his eyes wide with growing panic and concern, dr. robby? is everything—dennis was suddenly cut off when robby grabbed him by the shoulders, giving him a rough shake.
robby's voice grew loud—louder than dennis had ever heard. even if dennis had technically knew robby for about fifteen hours.
but it didn't make the overwhelming sense of fear any easier. the sudden change in volume made dennis' shoulders tense while his head felt as if it were being dunked underwater... oh god, not now. please, not now. dennis begged himself, his eyes slowly filling with unshed tears.
robby didn't seem to notice the change in dennis, only focused on shaking the younger man as the words spilled from his lips, i trusted you, whitaker. i trusted you and you tell fucking langdon?! i know you're only a student, but i expected more from you! this job isn't some fucking game show—this is people's lives and trust! and you've broken both. robby scolded and cursed, shaking dennis every few words.
b-but, robby, i d-didn't say anything, dennis managed to choke out, desperate to make robby understand before it was too late, i di-didn't say anything—i w-would never. p-please, you have to b-believe me! he sniffled, a few tears managing to escape his eyes.
dennis' words did little to ease robby. he's been lied to the entire night—the past few months because of langdon. robby didn't know what to believe anymore; but he wasn't going to allow himself to be swayed by the younger man's tears.
shut up. just shut up, whitaker. you're done. go home and we'll talk about your transfer tomorrow. robby huffed, gently pushing dennis back—the same way from pedes.
but when dennis stumbled back, his foot slipped and sent the poor man to the ground. landing on his arm, dennis instantly whimpered, quickly cradling his arm against his chest. he didn't dare move, squeezing his eyes shut as small sniffles filled the heavy silence.
shaking his head, dennis didn't stand a chance against his regression—he had been fighting the entire day, especially after the shooting.
without much warning, dennis felt light and unable to understand why his arm hurt or why robby was standing over him with a now confused gaze.
'm sworry, 'obby. 'm sworry, dennis blurted, his shoulders trembling with new cries and tears, n-not supposed to t-talk ab-about 'ou—d-didn't t-tell be-because m-made promise. he explained, remembering how he made an internal pinky promise after that moment in pedes.
remaining on the ground, dennis openly cried and whimpered. he tried to wipe his tears with a rough hand, curling in on himself whenever robby moved towards him.
d-don' wanna b-be sent 'way, 'obby. p'ease, d-don' send m-me 'way. dennis pleaded, unable to meet robby's eyes without wanting to burst into a new wave of tears.
dennis felt overwhelmed. he hated feeling overwhelmed when small. it brought unwanted memories of his pa in broken bow—how dennis was forced to sleep in the barn whenever he cried for too long. big boys don't cry over splinters, boy. and they sure as hell don't cry when putting down horses. his pa would often spit, shoving his youngest into the barn for the night.
or the same overwhelming feeling from past caregivers. the onslaught of punishments for the minor things. how isolated and hurt they often left dennis before deciding he was too much of an effort.
and now robby wanted to get rid of him. it tore dennis to shreds.
robby stared down at the frightened boy, his chest tightening when he heard how slurred dennis' speech had become. how he kept stumbling over the same words. how he looked more like a frightened boy than a man.
oh... oh. robby thought to himself, his own eyes widening at the sight of dennis on the ground, crying different apologizes and wet promises.
slowly, robby knelt down until he was beside dennis, keeping his hands visible and folded against his lap, dennis? robby gently called, using the same firmness he often used whenever a lonely little stumbled into the ed.
d-didn' t-tell l-lang'on—i p-pwomis'. dennis choked out, rubbing his eyes before he was suddenly lifted and secured on robby's lap. dennis felt that his big headspace would know what to do... but he was so small—so vulnerable and fragile. dennis couldn't do anything other than melt into robby's chest with new tears.
keeping dennis against his soft chest and tummy, robby placed a grounding hand on the nape of dennis' neck, oh denny, i'm so sorry. i'm sorry for yelling—little boys don't like yelling and i know how scary that must've been. i'm so sorry, little one. robby cooed, brushing his thumb under dennis' wet eyes.
s-scary, 'obby. d-don' like scary, 'obby. dennis sniffled and whimpered, reaching up to rub his nose when robby gently grabbed his wrist, no, no. no more wiping your nose—it's gonna be raw and all achy. you don't want that, hm? robby cooed, looking down at dennis' bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
shaking his head, dennis stared up at robby before hiding his face away once more, hi, little one, robby softly smiled, holding the back of dennis' head, i think it'd be best if you went home, ok? no, no, it's ok, denny-boy. i'm gonna call your caregiver and they'll come pick you up, ok?
b-but don' ha-have no one—l-live on, um, this floor. dennis babbled, holding up eight fingers with a proud grin. but his grin faltered when he saw how upset robby looked. not "mad" upset but sad.
before dennis could speak, robby shook his head, caressing dennis' cheek, ok, little one. how about this, would you like to come with me? we can leave right now, maybe pick up... robby trailed off, giving dennis a chance to voice what he wanted.
um, pi'za? dennis tried, his eyes brightening when robby nodded, good choice, denny. pizza it is, we'll go to my place and get this tummy filled. robby softly smiled, giving dennis’ tummy a gentle rub.
but when he tried to stand, dennis let out a small whine. robby instantly stilled, knowing what the little wanted, ok, ok, little one. no moving just yet. he whispered, chuckling when dennis tried to squirm underneath his scrubs, pressing his pale hands against robby's chest and plush tummy.
robby could already tell dennis wanted skin-to-skin. the younger seemed to be deep in his headspace, making robby bundled dennis closer until no space was between them.
oh, dennis. oh my special boy—it's ok. you'll get what you want when we're home. gonna get you everything you could ever want... just wanna keep you safe. robby cooed, listening as dennis' breathing slowed and his body gently slumped against his own.
Pedigree omega hybrid Dennis who is used to being primped and preened and trotted around at shows. He sits there patiently and is mostly just happy to get by-product/pseudo affection from being combed and having his ears and tail fluffed up and smoothed back down again. His tail wags slowly while he smiles and his eyes scan the rest of the contestants and the visitors.
Sometimes he gets in trouble because he just really likes to run around properly, and that's not what these shows are about. So when he's taken for walks outside during breaks, sometimes he makes a little dash for it. He always comes back! He's a good boy! He just really wants to get rid of all his energy, and he's never entered into the agility classes even though he'd love to run through tunnels and jump over tiny hedges!
Jack and Robby who decide to take a break from their medical conference and take a look around the city. Robby's speaking role is finished and neither of them have much interest in networking, and there's a show event going on at the ground floor of the conference centre.
"Don't make that face. You were the one who said he was bored."
"I said I didn't want to network with anyone that Gloria recommended. I said it would be nice to see more of the city than the inside of our hotel room-"
"Not usually what you say-"
"I didn't say I wanted to see some poor creatures being paraded around in a thinly veiled flesh market."
Jack's smirk softened, tilting downwards to match his gaze.
"Yeah, I know, Mikey. But I - I have to admit I'm curious, you know?" The silence carried on for a beat longer than approval or understanding would suggest. "Oh, don't make that face at me. I'm not - I don't want to go just to gawk. I guess. I wanna - I dunno, educate myself. Be more informed. I'm not trying to endorse it, I'm trying to understand it."
Robby grimaced, sighed, but let his legs follow Jack as they made their way down past the floors hosting the medical conference, shoulders tensing as the most obviously off-duty doctors and nurses made way for people dressed far too immaculately for their dirty business.
He tuned out as Jack paid the almost-certainly exorbitant entry fee, pulled a grimace at the receptionist who handed them their passes, and let Jack lead them into the unknown.
****
So far, everything had passed him by in a kaleidoscope of swirling fur particles, the scent of anxiety and excitement and, very occasionally and very troublingly, arousal, and a cacophony of noise that the comparatively staid lectures on emergency response times hadn't prepared him for at all.
They had passed all the trade stands selling any number of pseudo-science bullshit alternative hybrid medicine, treats to keep them sweet (Jack's mouth had become thin and tense as they passed), and eye-wateringly expensive insurance plans for the apparently pampered darlings being shown off.
The darlings themselves were all confined to little booths where they were all either napping or sitting on little stools while being combed and spritzed and tweaked like they were nothing more than a doll's companion toy.
Most of them didn't seem interested in Jack or Robby, or any of the visitors strolling around. Even when they weren't sleeping, their eyes were half-lidded and slid over them like water over smooth rock.
The one exception was a lithe, curly-headed puppy with big blue eyes with oddly pronounced bags underneath them that strangely did nothing to detract from the cheerful disposition.
He had a small smile on his face and one of his ears flopped at the tip as he looked around at all the new faces coming and goin. His tail kept up a permanent, steady wag, and Robby could tell the moment the omega made eye contact with Jack, because suddenly they lazy wag was threatening to become a small cyclone.
"Hi!"
His voice was bright and eager, and Robby was resigned to his fate as soon as he saw Jack's answering grin start to spread across his face, changing it and making his eyes sparkle in that incorrigible way that Robby loved so much.
"Hey, buddy." Jack loped closer, hands in his pockets like he was capable of concealing his excitement from Robby at all. "You're looking very handsome today."
The kid beamed from between the pecking fingers of his handler, who paid no more attention to Robby and Jack than he did to his hybrid as he fussed and fluffed over his hair and the area where it weaved together with the soft curls of the fur on his ears.
"Thank you! I got grass seeds in my ears today." There was an ever so slight downcast to his voice and eyes, tail wagging slowly almost imperceptibly.
"Oh yeah? They stick like hell, you manage to get 'em all out? Don't want an infection setting in if you miss any."
The omega started to nod, but the movement was abruptly halted by his handler grabbing at his soft, perfectly-groomed ear and turning it inside out.
"I think we got them all, didn't we Dennis?" The man mused, pulling Dennis' turned-out ear this way and that, angling it towards the light.
His head lolled with the movement, eyes still on Jack and flicking once briefly over to Robby, who had been standing back, hands in pockets and eyes vaguely absent, letting Jack take the lead in the conversation. When he saw the kid looking at him, he summoned a weak smile and was rewarded with a tail twitch and a brightening of the kid's own expression.
"Denny, how have you managed to get knots behind your ears since I last did them?"
He spoke to Dennis, but rolled his eyes at Jack as he took a fine, metal-toothed comb to the incredibly soft, crinkly fur at the base of Dennis' ears and started to pull briskly through it. There was a slight tightening at the corners of Dennis' eyes, but no complaints.
"I've never handled one that hates being indoors as much as this one. Constantly pestering to go outside, and then he runs off half the time."
"No I don't!" This gets Dennis nothing more than another roll of his handler's eyes. "I always come back, it's not like I'm running away! I just - like to run around. It's not the same thing."
Jack doesn't know why the poor kid is looking at him like he's imploring him to believe him, but he feels the inexplicable need to reassure.
"Hey, I get it, kid. If I don't get out for a run or some time on the court at least once a week, I go stir crazy."
"He's not lying. It's insufferable."
A small, delighted sound leaves Dennis' mouth at Robby's dry interjection, and Jack is strangely satisfied to see both of them pink up a little bit. Robby's shoulders are starting to inch down from where they've been hunched up near his ears, and his eyes have those particular crinkles they get when he's looking at something or someone he's fond of.
Jack couldn't have anticipated that it would all be shattered so quickly.
"So, are you in the market for one?"
There was half a second where the question didn't quite register, and by the time reality caught up and comprehension sank like a stone in his belly, it was still too late for him to reach over and somehow forcibly close the man's mouth.
"Hybrids are a lot of work, but they're rewarding, especially if you're looking to get a litter out of them. You have an alpha you're looking to stud? Denny's fit for breeding and his owner is considering offers."
Robby's face falls like a cave-in at the narrowest point. His eyes dim and cast around for something else to look at while his lips tighten. Jack knows the signs all too well, knows when he's looking at Robby trying his very best not to take his rage out on or in front of someone who doesn't deserve it.
Jack doesn't think the handler will ever suspect just what Dennis' presence has saved him from, but he does have the time to feel a dull but keen ache in his chest at the sight of the hybrid's devastated face as he watches Robby walk away and Jack turn on his heel to follow.
He hesitates for a second, torn between watching the impossibly tense line of Robby's back and staying just a little longer to -
To do what? To rescue Dennis? One of countless unfortunate hybrids in the country, one of hundreds in this conference centre?
Jack swallows as he wonders whether the law would count it as theft or kidnapping. Chastises himself because he knows damn well what the answer is before the thought even ran its course.
He lifts his eyes to meet Dennis' blue, suddenly hollow ones. Feels like he owes him that at least.
perv old man robby who hired a pretty young thing to fuck during his vacation mistaking dennis, a part-time pizza deliverer who knocked on the wrong door, as the pretty thing and leads him inside his flat, telling him how he’ll pay in cash and how he can’t wait to eat. dennis politely smiles and walks in away because he’s none the wiser, then the next thing he knows is that this big bear who he wanted to jump the moment that the customer opened the door starts stripping himself naked, telling dennis to do the same, and dennis—
plays along.
they fuck, then they fuck once more, this time raw with robby grunting how he can’t wait to see dennis round with his kids, before robby walks dennis out, patting his ass before stuffing the cash in dennis’ back pockets.
dennis protests and tells him that he can’t take it—hell, even five large pizzas aren’t worth that much, but robby just winks and tells him it’s his tip. dennis flushes, ducking his gaze away shyly before going up his tiptoes to give one last kiss to robby’s jaw.
as he watches dennis walk away from his view, robby’s phone chimes with a message.
From: Derek (Hookup)
hey daddy <3 just running late. will be there in 15 xx
Werewolf dom/sub 'foster' au where newly-turned wolves must be placed in the care of an alpha who either leads their own pack, was born into it, or has simply been around and stabilised for long enough that they're respected in the community.
Human Robby who's aware that Jack has put in for some time off recently because he has been assigned a new wolf by the state. He feels vaguely ashamed that he hasn't been checking in as thoroughly as he should, but he has been finding time to message and ask Jack how his latest 'cub' is between shifts.
Jack's responses have always been that everything is going fine, it's an adjustment as usual, but nothing out of the ordinary. Robby feels like there's something that he's missing, some unspoken context lurking in bright white between the words. He presses Jack, but doesn't have as much time as he'd like to hunt down the trail that Jack isn't doing a great job of covering up.
One evening, just as he's clocking out, he gets a message from Jack that takes the guesswork out of it all.
Need your help with my puppy. He's struggling and he's a fucking handful and I gotta admit I'm not doing right by him. You free to help me out?
And there's only one answer Robby will ever give to Jack.
Always.
Robby hears the issue before he's even stepped into Jack's house.
Even through the closed door, he can hear Jack's footsteps approaching, and underneath that, a constant, fractious whining sound, interspersed with the sound of rhythmically-clanging metal.
"Brother, am I fucking glad to see you."
Jack leans heavily into Robby's embrace, and even to Robby's human nose he smells like sweat, exhaustion, and the slightly wheaty-milky smell that all newly-turned wolves have.
Robby follows Jack through the house and watches him flop on the couch with a sigh. Robby notices the fabric on the corners has been torn, and the wood underneath has been chewed into damp, splintered crescents.
The whines that have been drifting through the house suddenly pick up in their intensity, and Jack's eyes grow fond even through the exhaustion.
"Dennis, buddy, I'm right here. You're okay, I'll be with you in a minute."
Robby takes a seat next to Jack, allowing the warmth of their thighs to press against each other.
"Tell me what's happening, brother."
The whining in the next room pauses, chokes and grumbles into something wary, something warning. Jack opens his mouth, but Robby cuts him off.
"Ignore him, he'll be fine. You know he'll be fine. Let him cry for a minute, it won't hurt him. Tell me."
Jack sighs, scrubs a hand down his face.
"He's a sweet kid."
"That why your furniture's all chewed up?"
"He is a sweet kid. The furniture is chewed up because he's also a brat, he's scared, he's restless, and he's in pain. I also think he's - not particularly one of the lucky ones."
Robby ducked his head, curtailing some of the comments that had been tripping off the tip of his tongue, about Jack being a soft touch and thinking that all brats were sweet kids, even when sometimes a brat is just a brat.
Dennis being...unlucky changed things, just a little.
Sometimes, particularly if a turning is violent and traumatic, it can do more than just make a wolf of a man. Sometimes, the change can knock something off-kilter in both man and beast, and in the worst cases, loved ones have reported being barely able to recognise their person, even when they're not under the influence of the transformation.
"Did you know him before? What kind of severity are we looking at here?"
Jack shook his head, cast a quick glance back at the spare room, where the sounds have quieted to the gentle, metallic shuddering sounds of teeth gnawing on a cage.
"I didn't know him before, so it's not like I can comment on his baseline. It's more that I see something in him sometimes, and I know that's probably who he was before all this."
Robby leans over to press a hand to Jack's back, sweeping it up and down in broad strokes, daring once or twice to venture to the back of Jack's neck and squeeze comfortingly.
"Severity? Nothing too bad - he's not really aggressive, he's just...incredibly rambunctious, restless to the point where even he's frustrated with it, and he swings between wanting to take a bite out of me to being so incredibly clingy that I can't take a piss in peace."
Robby quirks a smile at that.
"Cute. Sounds like just another day at the office to me, Abbot." His lips twitch at Jack's snort, and he flicks his gaze to the spare room and the gnawing sounds.
"What are we today? Clingy, or bitey?"
"Can't a man have a bit of both?"
Robby rolls his eyes, jerks his head at Jack.
"Helpful. C'mon then, bring him out here and I'll take a look."
---
Jack is gone for longer than Robby had anticipated, and he hears the low, soothing rumble of his voice followed by the clink of a crate door being unlatched, and then the whining sounds from earlier return with a vengeance.
"Oh, I know, I know. There you go, you're okay, I'm back now. Come on, we're going to go through and meet a friend of mine."
Quiet, frantic chattering that Robby can't quite make out.
"Yes, I'm sure he'll like you, and I'm sure he'll want to be your friend too. But you have to be a good boy, because Robby only likes good boys."
Robby raises his eyebrows reflexively, barely has time to school his face and wipe the slight smirk off it before Jack rounds the corner, half-dragging Dennis behind him by a firm grip on the back of his neck.
"Dennis, this is my friend, Robby. Robby, this is Dennis."
Jack has to practically drag Dennis to sit on the couch with him, pulling him tightly to his side to try to contain some of the restless wiggling and attempts to climb into Jack's lap and seemingly directly into his skin.
"Hi Dennis. I know this must all be very confusing, and I know you're struggling, and I'm here to help with that. Jack's told me a little bit about you, but would you like to tell me about yourself?"
"No." Spat petulantly into Jack's neck, where Dennis is trying to hide himself. Jack's gaze hardens a little.
"Dennis. I told you, Robby is my friend, and he's trying to be yours. You will be polite."
Dennis whines like Jack has told him he can't have his favourite treat, and Robby finds himself ticking off all the relevant boxes in his head, and writing little notes in the imaginary margins.
He tilts his head, tries to make eye contact with Dennis, who only glares at him with one baleful eye, the other hidden in Jack's clavicle.
"Dennis, I think it's going to be a lot more helpful if you look at me and answer my questions. Can you do that?"
"Fuck off."
Jack looks like he's about to snap a reprimand, but Robby simply nods at Dennis, slow and calm, as if he's made a mildly interesting observation.
"Okay." Soft and gentle, voice pitched low as if to soothe. Robby makes eye contact with Jack, asking a question that doesn't need to be spoken between them. Jack nods in return, and Robby smiles.
He's standing almost as fast as a natural-born wolf, one hand closing on Dennis' scruff and the other on his wrist with practiced ease, and he hauls him off of Jack, manhandling him while he wails and writhes in his grip.
Those newly sharp teeth snap around the air where Robby's hand was, and Dennis grunts in surprise when Robby easily nudges the back of his knees and sends him toppling to the floor, bent and kneeling beside Robby's legs.
A sharp crack snaps through the air, and Dennis' startled cry is almost comically delayed. Robby's hand stays poised by Dennis' thigh, where it has just made a hard and sudden impact.
"You do not bite." Robby's other huge hand is clamped hard around Dennis' neck, and he shakes him by the scruff briefly for emphasis, jiggling a soft whine from Dennis in the process. Robby leans down to speak into Dennis' poor, red ear as the puppy flushes in shock and humiliation. His voice is like velvet, gentle and calm and slightly unsettling if it's rubbed the wrong way. "You do not bite me, and from now on you do not bite Jack unless I'm here to supervise your playtime. I can already see you've done damage to his furniture, but that stops now. Oh, I know, that's all very cruel, isn't it?"
Robby has slowly manipulated Dennis so his head is forced to lie on his knee. He can see the poor thing's eyes darting frantically towards Jack. He taps Dennis' thigh once more in warning, clicks his tongue.
"No, I'm talking to you now. You don't need to look at Jack, he's already put up with enough from you."
A choked whine with some real distress in it, and Robby lets his voice soften just a little.
"Don't work yourself up, he's not abandoning you and you're still his very sweet little puppy that he's very fond of. But you've been misbehaving - no, we don't need to hear any whining from you, thank you - so I'm going to help you be a good boy for Jack. Because I think that's what you want, isn't it? Just to be a good, sweet boy, am I right?"
Despite the shock still clouding his eyes and making his pulse flutter frantically at his throat, Dennis' body has started to unwind from its unbearable tightness as Robby's voice washes over him, and his head grows heavy as he settles, trance-like, further into Robby's lap and his hold. He nods, once, barely perceptible.
Jack smiles and Robby coos gently down at Dennis, who is aware on some level that this big, strange man is patronising him, but he just can't bring himself to wish that he'd stop. The words, the voice, they all drag him down to a place where the aches and pains and frantic, screaming new instincts in his body are all like distant, fading echoes in a dark place. It's peaceful here.
"Oh, what a good boy. See, we can be friends now, can't we?" Robby glances up at Jack, keeps one hand locked to the back of Dennis' neck and squeezing rhythmically.
"Is he eating?"
"Inconsistently. Sometimes he acts like he's starving, other days I have to wrestle water down his throat. Nothing too out of the ordinary, given the new senses can be pretty overwhelming."
Robby nods, running his other hand up and down Dennis' back, feeling his muscles shudder and chase the sensation. He allows himself a small smirk up at Jack.
"Touch?"
"Wanted. Constantly."
Robby chortles a rusty laugh at the dryness of Jack's tone, the quirk of his eyebrow.
"But he's also incredibly restless, and his muscles and bones hurt all the time from the change. He wants to pace and play and wrestle - and bite - at all fucking hours. He won't stay still enough for anything else. He barely sleeps, which is only making everything worse."
"Okay." Robby nods thoughtfully, patting Dennis' back and feeling him twitch in response. "Well, let's start there, then. See if we can't get some of this tension out of you, hmm?"
Without any further discussion or hesitation, Robby reaches the hand that isn't clamped on Dennis' neck down to his legs, and nudges them apart.
"Okay Dennis, just let me in and give me some room - there you go, there's a good boy."
Dennis is so startled by the hand easily dipping below his waistband that he barely does anything more than grunt at the sensation of one of those big, hairy hands closing around his cock. He reflexively jerks, tries to curl around the intrusive hand, but his neck is still being squeezed, his head still pressed against Robby's knee, and even the gentle, steady pressure on his cock isn't enough to fully yank him out of that warm, comfortable low place he's sunk to. He whimpers when Robby's hand actually starts moving firmly, stroking up and down his cock in a somewhat clinical fashion.
"Mm, I know, you weren't expecting that, were you? Poor puppy. I know, it's all very personal, isn't it?" Robby's musing in the same mild way he might have been talking about the weather, and it makes something writhe in Dennis' belly as his hips start to twitch ever so slightly. "Just relax, there's a good boy. You've got all that pent up energy, and it's only getting you in trouble, isn't it? Give it to me and I'll get rid of it, there we go."
"He's responsive, that's a good sign," Robby directs casually to Jack, who has resumed swigging at his beer as he lets Dennis hold hazy eye contact with him. He smiles at his poor, befuddled boy as his cheeks start to flush and he starts to vocalise in tiny, repeated little whimpers.
"Can't say I'm surprised," Jack returns easily, "he's all over me the minute I do so much pat his hand. Hell, sometimes all I have to do is look at him and he'll come running over here like I've dangled a treat in front of him."
"Jack!" Tearful and wobbly, Dennis' part-plea part-protest almost gets swallowed by his unsteady breathing as Robby starts to twist his wrist on the upstroke.
"Ah ah, drop the attitude." Robby ceases all movement, gripping Dennis' cock tight at the base and nodding when it tears a quiet cry from Dennis' throat. His hips bob helplessly, though it does him no good to essentially be humping the air. "If you want to whine, I'll make sure you have something to whine about."
"I'm - I'm sorry. Robby, I'm sorry."
"Not to me."
"Jack - Jack, I'm sorry. Sir, I promise I'm so - I'm so sorry."
"Very pretty, such a good boy." Robby gently coos down at him, slowly resuming his stroking as Jack lowly assures Dennis.
"I know you are, Den. You're doing very well. Does that feel nice?"
Dennis nods frantically, as much as he can with Robby's hand still clamping down on his neck and keeping his head on his lap. His eyes are red-rimmed as they gaze up at Jack, whimpers falling quietly but far more freely from his lips as he alternates between holding his breath and panting in desperate, gulping breaths.
"You've been tense and hurting for a long time, haven't you Dennis?" Robby murmurs, low and quiet into his ear. A sound a lot like a sob tears its way through Dennis' throat and he nods in frantic, undone agreement. His hips are faltering in their rhythm.
"And it's all built and built inside you until it all comes pouring out," Robby glides his fingers over the head of Dennis' cock, feels his whole body twitch, "in such naughty behaviour. So we're going to make sure you have a proper outlet for that, hmm? We're going to make sure you're nice and empty down here, so that head of yours can be quiet and fuzzy and relaxed."
Dennis is starting to let out urgent little sounds now, eyes glued to Jack, almost like he's making a distress call, begging Jack to answer, to give him what he needs.
"Robby-"
"He can come when he's remembered his manners."
"Please! Sir - please. Can I? I'll be good, I promise I'll be - be good."
Robby laughs at the sheer desperation, and Jack makes a lazy attempt to hide just how sweet he finds it. Robby raises his brows at Jack, shrugs at him.
"He's your puppy, not mine."
"Go ahead, Denny, let Robby get it all out of you."
The way Dennis curls violently around Robby's hand, the way he wails, open-mouthed and distraught, Jack almost thinks he's in mortal pain. He shudders and sobs and convulses in Robby's hand while the older man shushes him and gradually slows the action of the hand between his legs, while the one gripping Dennis' neck starts up a gentle palpating motion.
Jack feels compelled to reach over and stroke a hand down Dennis' narrow, shuddering back.
"Denny?"
A low, ruined sob is his only answer, and it pulls at Jack's hearstrings. He looks to Robby for approval, and a brief, fond nod is his only answer. He reaches down to haul Dennis up beneath his armpits, passing his limp, shuddering form easly over to Jack.
"Hey sweetheart." Jack rumbles into Dennis' ear, settling him against his chest, patting the muscles that still twitch. "Does it all feel a little less staticky now?"
An exhausted whine is the only sound the drifts up from the shuddering heap that is Jack's puppy, and Robby snorts fondly.
"Go put him to bed, before he does a header straight into the floor." Robby's wiping his hand off as he casts a fleeting look up at Jack. "When you come back, we can talk logistics for how this is all going to work."
