***Milo's POV***

If someone asked me about my life six weeks ago, I would have lied. Now, I can't seem to stop spilling the truth. Something about life finally looking up, opened my mouth to make words flow like a song. The evidence of my past will soon be unseen to the naked eye. I will carry the real wounds with me thru eternity.

And that's okay.

Neko is my blessing. For three weeks I have been doing therapy: physical, mental and educational. I'm exhausted. Neko is right here helping me power thru everything.

The psychologist asked if I thought I needed medicine to deal with the trauma. I was like "Nah. I got Neko." It's true, with Batman by my side, I can do anything.

Monday I will return to school. That might be difficult. The papers have been blasting the sins of my adoptive parents all over the front page news. I can't tell you I'm not ashamed. But, I also know that it's not my cross to carry.

We will be looking at apartments today. I'm excited. I get to start my new life with Neko by my side. The stressful part is ahead. I have already been in and out of the police station and the prosecutor's office. I feel like I have rehashed my side of the story more times than I was actually beaten.

That's not exactly true. It just feels that way.

I take my time getting ready. I have the house to myself until lunch when Batman comes home from work. He works half days on Friday. I have a major limp until physical therapy works out the deterioration of my left leg. It's a bit inconvenient. However, with escaping death and all, I won't complain.

I dress in my khakis with my Batman shirt. I happen to love Batman. Hence why that has always been Neko's pet name. I slowly lace up my boots. My right arm is healed but mobility is still a slight issue.

The bruises are all faded. Any scars have long since set in and are hardly an issue. My ribs still ache mildly but, time heals all physical wounds.

I make my way outside to sit on the porch. I find the air outside clears my head and allows me to think without pause. Sitting on the steps is easier said than done. A few forced movements and one harsh plop on my ass gets me into my desired position.

My head rests against the pillar by the steps. I watch as cars go by and people walk their dogs. After a short hour, I choose to get up and take one of my mandatory walks. I stuff my hands in my pockets and gimp to the sidewalk.

Neighbors greet me. They smile broadly and I return with a small smirk and a nod of my head. Thoughts of the impending trials make their presence known. As much as I try not to dwell on the fact that I will face Steve and Marla, it's unavoidable.

When allowed, I slip into deprecating thoughts. I reevaluate the memories of my childhood and try to pinpoint the exact moment that hate overwhelmed the need to love a child you chose to accept. The thoughts bring me nowhere.

I breathe deeply while staring into the clouds. The thoughts are useless. I focus on things that bring me happiness instead of digging up painful memories that will do nothing but cause me pain. I slip into a blissful state of all things Neko.

Having completed two whole blocks, I make my way back to the house. I close the door behind myself before walking towards the kitchen. I pull out the breakfast Neko set inside of the microwave for me. I take out a bottle of water and make my way to the island. Then I sit and practice feeding myself.

Funny how we take the normal activities of a day for granted. The extensive damage to my right hand has healed. Unfortunately, the muscles are weak from six weeks in a cast.

The process is painfully slow. No doubt this will be an eyesore for Monday's lunch. People are curious. I don't blame them. Let's be real, my life is a full length,made for TV movie.

I must have fallen asleep while attempting the daunting task of depositing food into my open mouth. I am awaken to a large hand gently stroking my jaw. I gracefully batter my upper eyelashes against the bottom hairs. A soft sticky goo formed. I rub my fists into my eyes to remove the buildup.

With clearing vision and a wistful anticipation, my hazel eyes zero in on the owner of the masculine hand. A wide, cheesy smile plasters my groggy face. I am met by the most handsome of God's creations.

"Good morning." A soft blush graces the honey skin of my boyfriend.

"Batman." I purr while leaning into his gentle, warm hand.

"Did you manage to eat anything?" A chuckle releases from the pale pink lips of the living Adonis.

"Eh, I tried." I shrug while turning around and positioning my legs on either side of the thick thighs of Neko.

"We are going apartment hunting. We can stop along the way for food. I plan on getting a truck from the lot as well." Neko announces.

"Sounds perfect." I agree.

Neko leans down and places his delicious lips upon my own. My heart takes flight. I lean into the kiss and moan when his tongue licks playfully across my bottom lip.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in deeper. I greedily suck his tongue into my mouth, mewling in my throat as the flavor of coffee washes over my tongue.

Neko wraps both of his hands around my jaws and effortlessly guides me in his luscious assault. My member throbs relentlessly. I buck my hips into his groin as the heat rises up my toes and forms desire in my belly.

"Koala, you are distracting." Neko pants when he releases my mouth.

"I'm greedy." I smirk. My hands pull Neko's lips back to my own. He slips his hands under my ass and makes quick work of maneuvering us to the bed in our temporary room.

He lays me down gently before walking his fingers under my shirt and trailing his nails up my abs. My body quivers with ache. His other hand unzips his jeans and he kicks them off before yanking my khakis down to my ankles. I kick them off.

"You're so hard." Neko whispers. His lips fall to my exposed stomach and he places hot kisses against it.

My body reacts embarrassingly. My swollen purple head bubbles with evidence of my arousal.

"Neko." I whisper in a huff.

"Baby, I want you." Neko admits.

"I'm yours." I groan when his tongue laps the juice from my leaking member. His head dips and a raging fire lights as his tongue traces the vein of my heavy cock. He moans and sends an electrifying vibration thru my groin.

"Oh god." I whimper.

Neko holds one hand on my abs and the other pinches my hip. His head bobs in my lap and the feeling of him sucking my steel pole in and out of his mouth has my toes painfully curling. I can't help the loud moans that escape my throat. I have never had a blow job and I'm willing to bet this man between my legs is going to be the death of me.

"Batmannn. Stop before I cum." I beg.

Neko bobs off my dick with a loud pop. The cool air instantly meets the wet length. I shudder.

"What do you want Koala?" Neko asks.

I practically cry out my one word answer. "You!"

"I'm yours. Forever." Neko promises with a quick kiss.

"Let me taste you." I plead.

Neko stands up and his thick, full dick is in perfect position. I grab both his hands and bring them into an intertwined hold. I lean down and capture his twitching boner between my lips. My eyes roll the minute his precum graces my tongue. Fuck he tastes good.

I silently pray all the porn pays off.

I roll my tongue over his mushroom cap and suck gently. Neko moans and his hips tremble. I slide my tongue down his shaft, pressing against the pulsing vein that runs up his shaft. I suck deeply, his head reaching the back of my throat and hold back the gag that threatens puke.

I adjust my neck and quickly start bobbing my head on his manhood.

His moans send deep sound waves down my spine. Tingles erupt. He tastes so fucking good. Oh my god, so good. I am lost in the world of desire as my body relaxes into the blow job. I suck like a thirsty man and purr when he bucks his hips into my face.

"Oh god, Koala. Stop. Please. I can't." He pleads as I suck deeper. I'm frantically drawing out husky groans from his chest.

He releases my hands and knots his fingers in my hair. His hips rock and he pushes my face into his lap. Every stroke makes my own precum multiply.

In some form of witch voodoo, Neko spins and flips me. His mouth hits my erection and we are full on 69. His hands knead my ass and he works my climax to the top of the Eiffel Tower. My head spins deliriously. A few more spastic bobs of my head has both of us exploding into one another's mouths. My body shakes as my cum spurts down his talented throat.

I roll off of Neko and lay dazed on the bed. My eyelids are closed and my cock weeps until it collapses onto my lower abdomen.

"Fuck. Jesus Christ." Neko chuckles.

"Sorry. First time." I whisper.

"Damn prodigy." Neko murmurs into the air.

"You're obviously skilled yourself." I giggle.

"Porn!" We both laugh out.

"Am I your first?" I ask reluctantly.

"Yes." Neko confirms.

"I saved myself for the one." He admits.

"Me too." I nod into the air.

We stand up and redress before heading out. We get situated in the Wallace's car and drive towards the car lot. It seemed like hours we searched different lots. Neko finally agrees on a 2018 Ford F-150 XLT. The price scares me but, Neko writes a check while my eyes bulge.

"Savings." Neko whispers.

"How are we getting it home?" I ask.

"You drive one. I drive the other." Neko confirms.

We drop off the Wallace's car and head off to grab lunch in our gently used truck. It still smells like new leather and is in pristine condition. The previous owner blessed us with low mileage and a massive set of subwoofers. We turn on Eminem and ride out.

Neko pulls up to In and Out. I joyfully join him outside of the truck. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me into the burger joint. Neko knows how much I enjoy hamburgers. In and Out uses sunflower oil so contamination from peanuts is low risk.

After we finish our double bacon cheeseburgers and share fries, we go towards the reality company. We look at too many apartments to count. Between my taste and Neko's demands we find the task tedious.

Eventually, we come across new construction. The appliances are stainless steel and the floors are tile. The carpet in the living room is plush, unlike the the Berber carpet we continuously encountered all day. It's three bedroom and two full baths. The French doors overlook a courtyard.

The price seems outrageous to me but, Neko laughs maniacally at my shock.

"Baby?" Neko looks at me incredulously.

"Yeah?" I ask in embarrassment.

"I have plenty of money. I lived in Hawaii for almost four years. I roomed with friends for practically nothing. My housing allowance was obscene. I pocketed the majority of it. Calm down. Do you like it?" He asks.

"I really do." I nod. The apartment is walking distance to both Max and Nat. The drive to school is directly in route to Neko's job too.

Neko kisses me sweetly and we leave the apartment. We head back to the reality office. Neko writes another check and we leave, keys in hand. I smile brightly at the thought of our first place.

"Thank you." I whisper.

"Thank you, Koala. Without you, nothing would matter." Neko promises.

With that, we go back to our temporary home to start the process of moving on.