Dan was bored. That was the only excuse he had for what he was doing. It all started when he was told to stay away from Theo, and that boy spent most of his time at Dan's house. Maybe it was to hang out with his big brothers, but still he thought it was rather rude that he wasn't allowed in his own home. He might have ignored his big brothers' request, but there were two of them and one of him.

He saw what happened when Sam pissed them off and he was damned sure not to make the same mistake. Instead he decided to hang out with his school friends Matt and Mila. They were brother and sister but like him, they didn't fight with each other too often as siblings. They got along rather well in fact. It made him miss the times he hung out with his own brothers.

They were growing up though and as the youngest it felt like he was getting left behind a little. First Sam and then the twins came of age. Then everyone started getting boyfriends. He wasn't sure if he was completely straight, and the time with Theo had convinced him that he could definitely swing either way. The problem seemed to be that most guys he was interested in were tops. 

He was still underage too. He supposed he could have just tried looking for someone his own age, but he didn't really want to get serious. Instead he flirted. Pretty much with anything that walked on two legs. If they were good looking, smart or just interesting then he enjoyed it. If he was bored, then they didn't have to be any of those things.

There was one person that was all of those things in his book. To his friends' utter chagrin, he took an instant liking to their dad. So much so that he began spending all his spare time at their house. Matt told him he was wasting his time. Mila said that as much as she enjoyed watching her father make mincemeat of his flirting, she wished he would just stop and get a boyfriend already.

He couldn't stop. It was too much fun. Honestly. He loved watching that stoic expression as he bit his lip, turned on the charm, stuck his arse out and generally made blatant sexual comments in his presence. The man didn't move a muscle. There was no tic, no blink, not even a raised eyebrow. Just a low voice and drawling accent telling him to go play with 'Mateusz and Milena.'

Dismissed. Set down. Not even worth a come back. He loved it. He craved it. It made him shiver how the man could grind him beneath his foot without moving a muscle. The sinking in his heart was like a shot of adrenaline. It made him want to try harder. It made him want to strip naked and parade around the house in the hopes of a reaction. Something. Anything.

"Are you coming over again today Dan?" Matt was standing next to his sister and they both stared him down with disapproving glances. He grinned and nodded.

"Of course I'm coming over. You two would miss me way too much." He shot back as he flung an arm over Mila's shoulder. She rolled her eyes and blew her pale blond bangs from her face. Her brother and her had nearly identical hair, eyes and build. Mila's light locks were a little longer and cut across her face each time she bent down to grab something from her locker.

Matt's were currently tucked behind one ear to show off the gray-blue eyes underneath. Both siblings were slim and athletic. Many of their friends had predicted Dan would end up dating one of them. Or both, once they realised what a flirt he really was. Currently Matt's eyes were impassive and regarded Dan with some amount of distrust.

"You mean you would miss harassing our father too much." He said dryly in response. Dan didn't deny it, just fell into step as the two turned from the lockers and headed out to the car park. Mila was older and had been driving since the moment she was legally allowed. She was nice enough to agree to drive the other two around if they paid for gas.

"I can't help it. He is so...." He gestured wildly as he flopped into the backseat. Matt laughed and shook his head.

"Quiet? Indifferent? Completely out of your league?" He quipped to the boy in the back seat who looked like he was daydreaming.

"Who cares. I'm not hurting anything." He whined at the two.

"Maybe not, but you are definitely playing with fire." Mila muttered from the driver's seat. Matt glanced over at her and grinned. Dan sort of wished he did feel more attraction to the two of them. They were smart, sarcastic and beautiful people. He knew from the start of their friendship that all he felt was intellectual interest and attraction because they shared a sense of humour though.

"Did you finish the Math homework yet?" Dan asked Matt. He shook his head and the wind blew his straight hair around. Dan watched him tuck the hair carefully back and licked his lips, thinking about the tall man that had made him.

Mr. Kruk was incredible. He was lean, pale, and at least a head taller than the three of them. His pale blond hair was cropped short and his eyes were more gray than blue. Dan usually saw him in his suit after coming home from work and damn the man could work it. It was like the sharp tailoring made him look even more austere than the expression maybe warranted.

Dan liked to imagine he was a mafia boss in his wet dreams. Or some secret agent from the James Bond movies. In reality he was just a businessman, but it was fun to daydream. Especially with the residual accent that remained from moving here with his parents as a young boy. He heard their father use another language with them when he was there sometimes, and it was damn sexy. Even if he was just asking them to take out the trash.

"Are you coming in or should we lock you in the car?" Mila threatened. Dan shook off his musings and got out. Matt was already unlocking the door and they went upstairs to dump their school things. Mila immediately went to her desk and got to work on her homework. She was getting mostly A's in her classes because she tried hard.

Matt flopped on his bed and glared at her from his room. Dan decided to finish his work first too and sat on her bed with his own book open. He snuck glances across the hall to watch Matt playing on his phone. Part of him wanted to waste time too, but if his grades went down his mum would kill him. So he discussed the hard questions with Miss Smarty Pants at the desk and scribbled his answers down.

"Would you two quit it? You guys are gonna make me look bad." Matt griped.

"Then maybe you should just do your homework too." Mila replied without looking away from her work.

"If you finish it now then we can play video games later." Dan mentioned. Matt sighed and got his books out too. They worked on only a few questions and muttered answers between them until they all heard the door downstairs opening.

"Mateusz? Milena?" The voice called out from the front hall. Both of his friends bolted from their rooms and raced downstairs to get a quick hug from the man who walked in.

"Hey Mr. Kruk. Can I get a hug too?" Dan sauntered down the stairs and came up to the group of them standing in the front hall. Their father looked at him impassively.

"No." He said shortly and turned to Mila to ask her a question in a language he couldn't understand. She laughed and shook her head. When she answered back, her brother barked a laugh too. He knew they were making fun of him and pouted at the three of them.

"Quit it guys. I know you are being mean." He whined. Matt rolled his eyes, again.

"Quit being a whiny b*tch then and we'll stop. Are you staying for dinner tonight?" He asked Dan after. He perked up at the mention of food.

"If it's alright with your dad, I would love to. I can help make it too, if you want." He added for good measure. Maybe if he was helpful they wouldn't mind if he stayed.

"Fine. You can peel potatoes." Mr. Kruk said and walked away. Dan cheered silently and followed the siblings to the kitchen. Mila got out the ingredients and Matt helped get out the instruments needed to make dinner. Dan got to work peeling the potatoes and washing them in the sink. Mila was chopping other vegetables and Matt was passing spices to their father.

It felt so homey and comfortable to be there. It made him hope that his family would work through whatever was going on right now and get back to the same comfort level. Maybe once the other brothers had stopped fighting it would be okay again. He figured it was to do with Theo and how all the boys in their family seemed drawn to him. Maybe Mila was right. Maybe he should just get himself a boyfriend too.

"Could you chop these into smaller pieces, Dan?" Mr. Kruk asked in a monotone. He smiled over and nodded vigorously. No reaction was his response. He chopped the potatoes into cubes and dumped them into a pot. Matt took them to the stove and they were put on to boil. Mila handed her vegetables to her dad and he added them to the pot going into the oven.

"Victor!? Hey Victor darling?" Another voice called from the hall. Both of the siblings flinched and grimaced at the voice. Their father sighed and wiped his hands on a towel.

"Behave." Was all he said to the room before the door opened and a rather... red woman came in. Her hair was bright red. Her lipstick was scarlet. Her dress was like a fire engine. She dug a set of crimson nails into their father's arm and smeared a messy kiss on his cheek when he turned his head away from her. She frowned as he wiped it off without so much as smile.

"Victor sweetie, I thought you were going to call me and we were going out tonight?" She whined as she leaned against him. He muttered in another language and glanced at his children. He stared at her clinging hands and she let go reluctantly.

"No, you suggested it and I told you I was spending time with my children." He replied coldly, not missing a beat as he stirred the potatoes and whipped together a sauce in another pan.

"He said, 'that's why you should lock your front door when you come in.'" Mila whispered to Dan, the three children exchanging an amused glance.

"They are old enough to entertain themselves, darling. Why don't you let them finish up dinner and come out with me?" She purred and leaned across the counter, displaying her valuables for the room to see. Dan rolled his eyes. Now at least he understood why his flirting barely raised an eyebrow.

"No. It has nothing to do with their age. They are my offspring and deserve my time and attention. We will have dinner together. Besides, we already have company, so you should leave." He gestured in Dan's direction with a spoon and he felt oddly important for being pointed out during the conversation. She glared his way with squinted eyes and then smiled abruptly.

"That's okay. There looks to be enough for all of us. Why don't I join you?" She said. Dan rolled his eyes, even he knew when to back off. This woman wasn't getting the hints or letting the blatant request to leave get through that thick skull. Dan finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Honey, maybe you missed the 'you should leave' part of the conversation a second ago... but will you please get the f*ck out? He is not interested. Get over it." He walked over and plucked her purse off the counter, took it to the front door and threw it outside onto the lawn. The woman was shrilly screeching at him for touching her things and being rude.

As soon as she walked out the door to get her purse off the grass, he slammed the door and locked it behind her. He sighed in relief and turned to see three sets of eyes regarding him from the kitchen. Two were shocked and one mildly interested. It was the last set that had him blushing a bit as he walked back. He gulped under the intense stare.

"Sorry about that." He said. The woman began knocking on the front door and they all turned to stare at it for a few seconds before going back into the kitchen and shutting the door to dull the noise.

"Thank you." Mr. Kruk said as he tended the sauce. Matt checked the potatoes and Mila got out a strainer. Dan stood awkwardly fiddling with a salt shaker until those cold eyes turned back to him once more. "Why don't you set the table?"

"Yes sir." Dan mumbled and went to the cupboard right away to fetch the dishes. He got out four of everything and took the silverware to the next room. Each setting was laid out like his mom had him do it at home. When he came back in the kitchen, the dish was being uncovered and sauced. Matt was shaking water off the potatoes and returning them to the pot to keep warm.

Mr. Kruk dished out for each of them, both of his children thanking him as they took their plates into the dining room. Dan followed suit, nervously thanking him before joining them. It had finally occurred to him that the man did not suffer just anyone to family dinners, and the best friend of his darling children was an exception to the rule.

"Say grace." He pronounced to the room as he sat in his seat at the head of the table. Matt muttered a few words and then they dug in to their food. Dan was sneaking glances at their father every once in a while, almost waiting to be kicked out after all. He was back to ignoring Dan for the most part.

Instead he discussed general school topics with his children and ate. Dan was a little surprised when he was included in the conversation a few times. It was dawning on him that he was being tolerated  by this whole family. He really had been a pain in the arse for the last while. Just because there were problems at his own home, he had brought trouble to the Kruks.

"Is something wrong Dan?" Mila was looking at him, concern written across her face. He blushed a little and ducked his head.

"Ah, no. Not exactly. I just... thanks for having me over. You guys are really nice. I don't know why you put up with me really." He murmured. The silence after that was curious, so he glanced up to three surprised faces staring at him like he had grown two heads.

"Because we are friends, Dan. Obviously." Matt growled at him. Mr. Kruk looked over at his son as he spoke and then his eyes slid back to land on Dan. Mila was nodding in approval.

"We like you. Even when you are being a pain in the arse. So shut up and eat already." Mila said pertly. Mr. Kruk did not even bother to protest the way his daughter was speaking to Dan. He just watched with an impassive air as Dan was told off by his friends. The boy in question gulped and nodded. He took a bite of his potatoes and glanced up at those sharp grey eyes.

If he was waiting for him to say anything, he would be waiting all night. Not a word passed those firm lips. A sort of quiet peace fell over the dinner table. The siblings were asked about their homework being done. Mila told him she was finished, which might be true since she was faster than Dan. Matt had two more questions and he would be done.

"Finish after dinner and then you can play your video games." Was their father's last word on the matter. Dan included himself on the orders, since it would be boring if Matt wasn't playing with him anyways. Mila offered to do dishes and her father nodded gratefully. In truth, he looked a bit tired in the lower light of the dining room. Maybe Dan would leave him alone tonight.

*

Dan blinked awake and looked over at the screen which was still flickering in the background. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his head tiredly. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the time. It was after 1 am and his mother was going to murder him when he got home. He hung his head.

"Relax. I called your mother for you and told her you were staying over." The deep voice startled him and he glanced around the dimly lit room to see Mr. Kruk sitting on the arm of a chair with a glass in hand. He took a sip of the gold liquid and stared at Dan as the boy tried to collect his thoughts.

"Thank you sir. Sorry for being such a bother." The second bit held a wealth of meaning. Dan was feeling like such an idiot after what he saw earlier. This man already had beautiful women hitting on him. He didn't need a stupid teenage boy giving him grief too. He could probably pick and choose whomever he pleased for a partner. Why the hell would he pick a brat like him?

"It was no bother. The others have already headed up to bed. Do you need to shower before you sleep?" He barely moved a muscle as they spoke. Dan got up, stretched a little and nodded.

"Yes please." He replied.

"Follow me." The taller man stood up and placed his glass down on a side table. He led the way up the stairs and down the hall to a large four-piece bathroom. The dark slate floor and fluffy navy towels were inviting to someone as tired as Dan. He was pointed to a set of linens for him to use, then shown how to use the shower, before his host glanced back dispassionately once more and left the room.

Dan stripped down and made the shower as hot as he could tolerate before stepping under the spray. His moans echoed in the room as he lathered up his hair and then scrubbed his body with some unscented wash he found inside. He hesitated a moment and then reached down to soap himself up. His eyes closed and head tipped back as he wrung out a quick one.

He was panting and blinking in the steam filled space, partly wondering at his bravery and partly feeling ashamed for doing that in his best friends' house. He shut off the water and toweled himself dry. Then he realised he didn't have any fresh clothes. Should he just put on his old ones? Maybe Matt had something stretchy or oversized?

He poked his head out of the door and glanced back and forth down the hallway. Nobody was there. He wrapped the towel about his waist and began tiptoeing down the hall. He was turned to knock on Matt's door when he heard a chuckle behind him. His face paled and he glanced over his shoulder.

There was Mr. Kruk, standing on the stairs with a raised brow and a faint grin on his face. The shock of seeing amusement on the usually stoic man had him frozen in place. He watched as the taller man climbed the last few stairs and stood a scant foot away from him in the hall. He had imagined prancing around half naked to get the man's attention before, but the reality had him nearly broken with nerves.

"H-hey M-mr. K-krock. I mean! Kruk?" He stumbled over his words as the cold yet mirthful eyes took in every inch of his body.

"Careful there, Dan. Wouldn't want you to catch a chill." He breathed the last a mere inch from Dan's ear and a shiver ran down his back. Then the warmth was gone and he was fumbling with the knob on the door. He slipped inside to a wide-eyed Matt. He pressed his back to the door and gulped for air.

"What the hell happened to you?" His friend asked. Dan shook his head and rubbed his arms as goose-pimples ran down his arms.

"Never mind that, do you have some sweatpants I can borrow?" He watched as Matt grabbed him a pair and then slipped them on. He was also given a loose t-shirt, which he threw over his head gratefully. "Thanks. I'll be down the hall."

Dan walked back to the spare bedroom, glancing further down at the light spilling from another room. His room. He gulped again and slipped into the dark room that he had used occasionally in the past. The plain furnishings looked like they had not been touched since the last time he was here. They probably hadn't, except maybe to be cleaned.

He pulled back the comforter and sheets, then slipped between the cool fabrics. As his head hit the pillow, a moment ago played over and over in his mind. He could picture each line and hear each sound to perfection. Like a movie playing over and over. The rolling thunder of laughter, the bending curve of those lips. His heartbeat refused to slow in his chest. There would be little sleeping going on tonight.

*

"I think he's become unhinged."

"Was he sane to begin with? I thought we didn't have any sane friends."

"Okay, he's become more unhinged."

"Yeah I noticed. What should we do?"

"Ask him about it?"

"Okaaaay. Hey. Hey Dan!" Dan turned his head towards the girl that called his name. He was chewing on a fingernail and looked at it in consternation. He had shredded the end of it and now it felt weird and rubbery. Damn. "Daaaaaaan."

"What!?" He snapped. She looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Sorry."

"What's wrong? Seriously, this is starting to piss us off." She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot, irritated. Matt just leveled him a look. Dan sighed and looked up to the sky. He had been avoiding talking about it. That might make it feel more real, or like a dream, and he wasn't sure which so he avoided it.

"Okay. You remember that night I came over?" Matt was nodding but Mila looked confused. "I saw him smile."

"Who?" Mila asked him. Both of the boys looked at her like she was stupid, which made her kick her brother in the shin.

"Ouch! God f*cking d*mmit woman." He held his shin and glared at her.

"Your dad. Oh god. It was soo f*cking hot. I think I've jacked off to it like... fifty...."

"Shut up!" The siblings both had an alarmed look on their faces and Mila had slapped a hand over Dan's mouth to make him stop talking. Instead he had that far off look on his face like he had been wearing this whole time.

"God you are so gross." Matt grumbled. He was looking at Dan with some interest though. Mila was looking thoughtful.

"Do you think he did?" She asked him. He shrugged and scratched his head.

"It's possible. I mean, unlikely, but we know he can." He muttered back. Dan was now watching them talk between them, so they switched languages and he was forced to listen without understanding a thing they were saying. Mila wasn't letting go of his mouth, so he licked her. She glared at him and shook her hand before wiping it on his shirt.

"You. Behave." She pointed at him and he grinned at her.

"Or we won't invite you over to our house any longer." Matt added. He pouted and hung his head. Mila patted it condescendingly.

"There, there. How about a sleep over this weekend? We are planning to go to the movies Friday night, so you can just come with us to our house with a bag and we can leave from there. Okay?" Dan perked up and cheered, hugging them both awkwardly.

"Get off." Matt shoved him away. They walked to their next class with the atmosphere between them almost back to normal. Other than Dan staring off into space randomly, their week went by reasonably normal as well. It was the promise of being able to come over again that buoyed him up. Otherwise he was a mess. One smile, one laugh, was all it took to make him question everything.

What did it mean? Was he laughing at him? Maliciously or like, geez he sure is funny? Was he laughing at him? Was his body funny? Was he a joke? Or maybe he thought the situation was funny. Yeah. Maybe he was laughing about finding a half-naked teenager in his hallway. Maybe. Oh! Maybe he was laughing in enjoyment? Did he like what he saw? Oh damn.

"DAN. Get out of the f*cking car!" Mila glared at him and he ducked his head before creeping out of the vehicle before she locked it. He followed them both inside and dropped his bag into the guest room before joining Matt in his room. Mila was already sitting on the bed and taking up most of the space, so he flopped onto the floor.

"When is the movie?" He asked. Matt rolled his eyes.

"For the fifth time, it isn't until nine." He leaned back in his chair and swung it around slightly. Dan leaned back against the side of the bed and Mila played with the tips of his hair hanging over the edge. It gave him the shivers and that reminded him of that night, so he got that far away look on his face again.

"Mateusz? Milena?" The deep voice that called up the stairs jogged him out of his dreaming. Both of the siblings got up quickly and ran down the stairs to greet their father. Dan held back a bit, blushing a little when those cool eyes met his over the heads of his best friends.

"Ah, hey Mr. Kruk." He said kind of shyly. He waved and shoved his hands into his pockets when he realised how stupid that probably looked.

"What's with him?" He turned to Mila and she shrugged.

"Can we have pizza for dinner?" Matt asked with a pout.

"No. It's garbage food. Help me make something." He grabbed his son's shirt by the shoulder and dragged him half-unwillingly to the kitchen with him. The other two followed behind and watched them argue over what to make for dinner. They finally settled on homemade pasta. Everyone was given a task, and dinner came together slowly.

"Dan, why don't you set the table." It was a statement, not a question. Dan moved to grab the silverware and napkins. He set the table just like before and then went back to the kitchen. The glasses were easy to find, but when he went to grab plates, Mila told him they use pasta bowls. He looked back in the cupboard and, of course, the bowls were up on the top shelf. He reached up, but his fingertips just skimmed the edge.

"Uh, sir? I can't reach that high." Dan called over his shoulder. He heard a rustle and then felt the warmth of a body against his back. His cheeks grew blazing warm as Mr. Kruk pressed against him and reached over his head to grab four bowls from the top shelf. He placed them down on the counter in front of Dan.

"Pour the milk and take them to the table." He breathed almost in his ear, then moved away. He was back to stirring the sauce as Matt strained the noodles. Mila passed him the milk and he did as he was asked, albeit with a rather shaky hand. What the hell had that been about? His mind was racing as fast as his heart from the feel of that firm, masculine body against his.

He couldn't stay calm all through dinner. Every time he was asked a question he jerked in surprise. Matt was looking at him like he was on drugs. Mila just had this amused look on her face. Mr. Kruk had his usual calm, unruffled appearance. Each time those cool eyes landed on him though, he swore there was a bit of humour lurking in their depths.

"You should hurry to finish cleaning or you will be late for your movie." Their father said when the food was gone. The three of them formed an assembly line in the kitchen. Dan washed the dishes, Matt dried them, and Mila put them away. They were done very quickly that way.

"We are going now. Is it alright if we have popcorn at the movies?" Matt asked his dad. He looked away from the program he was watching on the television and nodded.

"Be safe." Was all he said as they left.

Dan couldn't concentrate on the movie. It was not that great from what the siblings said afterwards. Instead he was stuck in this weird limbo of thought and emotion. He had been teasing Mr. Kruk for months now, and he didn't know what to do with the tables turned. Was the man serious? He couldn't be serious. There was no way!

"Welcome back. Take turns in the shower and go to bed." Mr. Kruk said as they piled into the house at the end of the night. Mila called first shower and Matt grumbled as he went into the living room to sit with their dad and wait. Dan joined him nervously. This time the glass next to him was already empty and the television off. "How was the film?"

"Not that great. The effects were kind of choppy and the storyline fell a little flat part way through." Matt responded. Dan watched, standing awkwardly just inside the door.

"What are you doing? Come in and sit." Mr. Kruk ordered sternly. Dan flinched a little but came in and sat on the floor cross legged. Matt snorted and shook his head.

"He's like a dog. Honestly. He meant come sit on the couch, dumbass." Matt looked at him like he was being dumb. Dan just flushed with a blush and ignored him. He picked at the threads hanging off the bottom of his cuffs absently.

"Leave him be, Mateusz. At least he listens." His father retorted as he stared at the boy on the floor. Dan looked up at him with his wide green eyes, his black locks falling down into his face, and smiled sheepishly. A comfortable silence fell over the three of them, punctuated by the odd questions and responses between father and son.

"I'm done!" Mila shouted down the stairs. Matt jumped up and ran up the stairs for his shower. Dan bit his lip as he watched him go. Part of him was elated at getting to spend some time alone with Mr. Kruk. The other part was screaming hysterically at getting to spend some time alone with Victor.

"Alright Dan. Come. What is wrong." He gestured and glared down sternly at the boy fidgeting on the floor. Dan trembled a little at the commanding tone.

"N-nothing is wrong, Mr. Kruk." He glanced over at the man sitting there with a cold, stern look on his face.

"Come here." He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot next to him. Dan scrambled over to sit next to the man's seat. Mr. Kruk watched with narrowed eyes, a speculative look on his face. He reached out hesitantly, then stopped. Dan looked at him, hopeful and innocent without even realising what he was doing, not like when he had been deliberately teasing the man.

"Mr. Kruk?" He tilted his head at the man who sat there waging an internal battle. He reached out and rapped the boy's chin from underneath, startling him.

"Nie wywołuj wilka z lasu." He grinned at the shock on Dan's face and got up to leave. He was halfway across the room when Dan moved to follow him. Victor turned at the sound of his sound of his scramble. "NO. Sit. Stay."

Dan whimpered and dropped to the floor in an instant. Mr. Kruk looked surprised at the move, but turned and left the room muttering to himself. Dan hung his head in confusion and misery. What the hell was going on? What did Mr. Kruk say!?

*

"Daniel? What are you doing home?" His mother leaned against the counter and took in the distraught child stirring chocolate milk far after it had already been mixed. Foam was starting to build at the top of the glass.

"Hey Mom. I didn't know anyone would be home." He sighed dramatically and Mary grinned a little at the boy acting like a lovesick fool in her kitchen. She rolled her matching green eyes and sidled in close.

"Alright. Spill." She put an arm around him and pulled him in for a hug. He sighed again and laid his head on her shoulder.

"I have a crush. I don't think it is going well. Actually I am confused as f*ck." He flinched when she smacked him upside the head, then continued to pat him better.

"Well, what has happened so far?" She coaxed. He cleared his throat, clearly wondering how much he should tell her.

"I may have flirted with him severely." He began, picking at nothing on the counter.

"Uh huh, and then?" She let go when he straightened and bit his lip.

"Then I shooed off this other girl who was a flirt and being annoying." He continued. "Then I may have been caughthalfnakedunintentionally." He slurred the last bit into one word, but his mom narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"So you paraded naked for him." She grinned.

"No. Not exactly. Maybe. Slightly. Unintentionally. But he... he just laughed. Now I'm confused. Was he laughing at me? What do I do now? I feel stupid. Maybe I am just kidding myself." He was pouting and it took everything she had not to 'aww' and pat him on the head like he was three again.

"Sweetheart. Take a deep breath. What else has happened. Keep talking." She reached out and took his hand.

"Well... he smiled. Twice maybe? He keeps saying it is okay for me to come over. I think I had dinner there at least a half a dozen times..." He was staring off into space and he got a dreamy look on his face. His mother was thinking about what he said, mulling it over in her mind. He had dinner at this man's house? The only place he had been staying over was the Kruk's house. Her eyes widened.

"Wait. Wait! Are you talking about Matt? Do you have a crush on Mattie?" Her suspicions were confirmed when Dan shook his head no with a flush of red covering his face right down to his neck. She squealed and covered her mouth in excitement.

"Mum!" He whined and then covered his heated face.

"Awww! Danny hunny, do you have a crush on Victor? That is so cuuuuute. He is one hot piece of man flesh, isn't he? But really... I don't know... you said you actually made him smile? Hmmm...." She was looking at him critically.

"Mum. Don't... I... What do I do?" He was hopping a little in anxiety. She shushed him and patted his head. She handed him his glass of milk and began shooing him out of the room.

"Don't you worry, Danny baby. You just need to relax and finish your homework. Don't worry so much about it. You have lots of time to figure things out, okay?" She soothed him and he was nodding by the time he reached his bedroom. He took a deep breath and smiled at her.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay mum. Thanks mum." He opened his door. She kissed his forehead and shut it behind him with a devious look on her face. On her way back though the house she ran into her husband, James.

"Hey love. I have the best news...."

*

It had been a week. Dan had calmed down a bit. He still didn't know what to make of it all. The siblings were pretending that nothing strange had happened though, so that made it easier. Other than the odd sigh from Matt and sadistic grin from Mila, life was just like it had been before everything started getting weird. He wished he could remember what their dad had said to him so he could ask what it meant.

"Hey dipshit. You forgot your gym shoes at my house. Come by after school and get them, okay? They are stinking up my room." Matt complained at lunch time. Dan rolled his eyes as Mila giggled.

"Yeah fine. Whatever. Did you get all the notes off the board last class?" Dan looked hopeful after waving off the rude comment.

"Maybe if you spent more time writing and less daydreaming you would have too." Matt grumbled. Dan just grinned as his friend handed over his notebook. Thank goodness Matt was studious, or he would have been screwed.

"I have to get going early today. My group wants to meet before class and go over the presentation we are doing. Thank god I didn't get any slackers. Ann-Marie had to do most of her project by herself. I think her mother spoke to the teacher so she will get extra weighting for her mark." Mila gathered her things and stuck a brownie in her mouth just before walking away.

Dan and Matt talked about the next campaign for the video game they were trying to beat. Matt thought they should have one person draw everyone out and the others snipe them. Dan thought they should just go in guns blazing. Matt rolled his eyes and they parted ways for their next class without a decision made.

After school, there was no sign of his best friends. Dan wandered over to the Kruk's house on foot, humming along to some music on his phone with his ear plugs in. He knocked on the door, noticing that Mr. Kruk's car was home but Mila's wasn't. Where the hell had they gone without him? The door opened and Victor stood there with his signature stoic look on his face.

"Come in." Was all he said. Dan smiled shyly and stepped inside the front entryway.

"Sorry to intrude, Mr. Kruk. Matt asked me to come get my shoes. I will just run up and grab them." He pointed at the stairs and ran for it. Thundering up the stairs, ducking into Matt's room, locating his sneakers and pounding back down the stair took less than five minutes. He was out of breath, panting and sweating slightly from the effort.

"Is that all you wanted?" Their father stood there by the door with a slight tilt to his mouth and a question in his eyes. Dan hesitated, not sure what to say. Was he being flirted with? No, no that was silly. He did want more, but he wasn't actually supposed to say it. Was he? Was he? Mr. Kruk chuckled. "Come." He snapped his fingers and turned to go into the living room.

Dan followed and was shocked beyond words when he saw his own mother sitting in the Kruk's living room having bloody tea. He stood and stared as Victor sat in his chair and nodded to his mother. Then he snapped his fingers again and pointed to the floor. Dan sat down where he was, still reeling from seeing his mother in his best friends' house talking to his crush.

"Good lord, Dan. You'd think you had seen a ghost. Relax baby." She grinned at him and turned to Victor.

"It seems your boy has a crush on me." He said without inflection to his voice. His cold eyes never left the boy on the floor.

"Hmm. Yes. It would seem that way. He is a bit of a handful. Are you sure you are okay with taking on his training?" She sipped her tea nonchalantly and smiled when Victor's gaze finally moved to her. He did not return the smile. His gaze was calculating.

"The question is: are you okay with your son being trained?" His posture and gaze did not change. Not a hint of warmth or coercion. She giggled and shrugged.

"I think I knew this day would come sooner or later. He has shown the signs for almost a year already. Oh, and the ears I found in his closet are simply adorable. I just never imagined it would be with you, Master Victor. I will leave it to you then?" She finished her cup of tea and handed over a black bag that looked suspiciously familiar to Dan.

"Thank you Mary. Say hello to James for me." He did not get up when she did, and Dan flinched a little when the door shut behind her. He gulped as he looked at the stern man in the chair. His eyes flicked to the bag sitting next to Victor, and then he began to sweat.

"What just happened?" He whispered in wonder.

"Your mother just gave me permission to train you." Now a slight grin cracked on his face. It sent a chill up Dan's back.

"T-t-train me for what?" He barely breathed. Victor got up and dumped the bag over the coffee table. Toys fell onto the surface with a clatter. Some bounced off and fell to the floor. Dan winced as he saw butt plugs and vibrators scatter in all directions. His collection was steadily growing. Victor picked up the ears and his grin turned into a full blown smile.

"Train you to be the perfect little puppy, Danny boy." He said as he set the ears onto the boy's head carefully. Dan whimpered a little and lowered his gaze to floor. "Pick up your naughty toys and come upstairs." He left Dan sitting on the living room floor, contemplating where on earth he went wrong. The boy gathered the toys from the coffee table, floor and checked to make sure none had rolled under the couch.

He thundered back up the stairs, passing his best friends rooms, passing the guest room and the bathroom, going straight to that forbidden door and the mystery behind it. He opened the door cautiously and peered inside. It seemed rather normal now that he saw it. The walls were a plain blue and the furniture a sturdy oak. There on an office swivel chair, was Mr. Kruk.

"Come." He said sternly. Dan wandered into the room and stood before him. He bit his lip and wrung the handles of the bag he held. Was he in trouble? It felt like he was in trouble. Victor took the bag from him and placed it on the desk.

"Uhm, can I ask you a question? Mr. Kruk, sir?" He whispered, glancing up at the stiff form. Victor steepled his hands in front of him.

"You may call me Master Victor now, Danny." He pronounced. Dan nodded.

"Yes, Master Victor. May I ask you a question?" He waited for the curt nod. "Am I in trouble?"

"Not yet Danny. Do you want to be?" He asked with a grin. Dan shook his head vigorously. His new Master began going though the things once more, this time tossing the paws and tail to Dan. "Strip. Put these on."

"Yessir." He scrambled to get off his pants and shirt, dislodging his ears in the process and making the man watching chuckle to himself softly. What an eager little puppy this boy was. He was practically drooling from the opportunity to train this innocent, as much as the boy was desperate to be someone's dog.

"Good boy." He said when Danny was done and standing on all fours at his feet. The boy perked up at the words and smiled. "Sit." Danny sat his butt down. "Lay down." Danny laid on the floor. "Shake." Danny got up and offered a paw covered hand. "Other paw." He switched hands. "Beg."

Danny tilted his head. He had not been taught this command. He thought about it and put both hands in front of him, made big eyes, pouted, and whimpered at him. Would that work? Master Victor chuckled again and got up from his chair.

"Close enough. Come." He snapped his fingers and pointed to the wide expanse of bed. Danny gulped but hopped up and wandered around in a circle, curious. "Lay down." He flopped onto the comfortable surface. He tried watching as Master Victor rooted around in a drawer. Then Master sat on the edge with a grin and a handful of leather. "Ready Danny?"

"Arf!" He nodded and practically vibrated in place. The studded leather was strapped into place piece by piece. Danny was so excited by the time he was done, his c*ck stood up against his stomach proudly. Master ignored it though. Patting his stomach around it and scratching his head comfortingly.

"Let's go." He got up and had Danny follow him on all fours. He had to sit on the cold floor while Master made dinner. He was given his food in a bowl on the floor and his drink in another. It was hard to eat and drink like that, but he managed. He looked forward to each time he heard those two precious words. "Good boy."

He pawed at Master's leg, moaning as his bladder signaled the next problem. Master Victor went to the back door and opened it with a grin. Danny looked at him in shock. Wait. What? Master pointed out the door and said "Hurry up." Danny slunk outside, terrified that one of the neighbours might see him. He peed on the lawn and then scampered back inside to the delightful sound of Victor's laughter.

"What a good boy you are. I think you are going to be perfect, my sweet Danny. Come on." He hugged Danny's head until he was spinning from the incredible scent of the man's cologne and then snapped his fingers to have Danny follow him. Back upstairs onto the big bed, they went. Danny laid out and got a belly rub, which inevitably lead to a raging boner again.

"Tsk, what a dirty puppy you are." Master said with a seductive tone. Danny whimpered and pushed his groin towards him in supplication. His c*ck was smacked for his trouble and his eyes teared in pain at the suddenness. Master was no longer smiling. He got up and got something from his drawer.

"You want to cumm little doggie? That what you are hoping for? You think you deserve to cumm?" Danny watched with wide eyes as he was strapped into a leg spreader and then his hands were cuffed behind his back. When he was situated, Master took some lube and stroked him. He moaned with pleasure, sure he had died and gone to heaven.

Then he stopped. Danny's nipples got attention, his chest was stroked, his head scratched, his face petted, his legs massaged, and his d*ck left hanging with not so much as a glance. He whimpered, caught between his desire and the wonderful sensations. He bucked his hips and received another smack for it.

"No. I will give you attention there when I feel like it. Stop it." He was stern but his touch continued to bring tingles of pleasure in other places. Danny nearly cried with joy when Master put his hands back on his c*ck. He had never been edged so much before in his life. Each time he thought he was going to spew his load, Master Victor would back off of it and leave it throbbing for attention.

It felt over sensitive and ached with wanting. He squirmed under those steady hands and cool eyes. He begged and panted. He cried and shouted from it. Still Master Victor's smile gazed down at him mildly. He growled in frustration and those brows lowered dangerously. He whimpered, realising his mistake too late.

Master went back to the drawer and showed him the next strap he had for him. Danny nearly sobbed. It was a cockring and ballspreader in one. The sharp pinch of it made him flinch as it was set in place. Then he was flipped onto his knees, arse in the air. The sting of Master's palm against the plumpness of his cheeks made him jump. He whined as no less than ten spanks were laid upon his flanks.

Then he felt fingers working themselves into his hole with lubrication. He panted again as he was stretched and his prostate was teased. It was getting painful, how long he was forced to keep up this blasted er*ction. He cursed the day he set eyes on this big, strong, stoic man. He should have sensed the danger. He should have known better.

He cried as a big, fat, grown man's c*ck buried itself in his upturned arse. The man pounded into his prostate until he was gasping from the sharp jolts. He wanted to go so bad it felt like he would explode instead of orgasm. His eyes rolled back into his head from the utter excess of it. He was sweating and trembling all over when he felt the snap of release around his c*ck.

He sobbed his relief as his d*ck spewed its load out onto the bed. It was thick and so much of it came out that it created a puddle underneath him. Master finished a big load deep inside him too, then pushed his tail back inside the abused walls.

"That's my good boy. You like that, Danny? You want more?" He was flipped back onto his back into his wet spot. Master stroked out another one from his sensitive c*ck as he begged and pleaded. He didn't even know if he was begging for more or begging the man to stop. As his second org*sm hit him and the hand didn't slow all the way through it. He trembled and sagged in absolute exhaustion when it was over.

He was finally released from the leather and carried into the bathroom. Master ran a hot bath and curled in behind him, soaping up every inch of his tired flesh. He was kissed, cuddled and caressed until he couldn't even formulate a coherent thought. Then he was dried and put in a pair of borrowed pajama bottoms.

"So Danny, how was that? Do you want to be my puppy from now on?" Master Victor looked down at the tired boy on the edge of the messy bed looking up at him dreamily. "Speak."

"Yessir, Master Victor sir. Please let me be yours." He reached out a hand and grasped the bottom edge of the man's tshirt, blinking his eyes and biting his lip in such an unconsciously sexy way that Victor almost took him again on the bed. Instead, he went to his bedside table and took out a small black box.

"Don't ever take this off without my permission. If you do, I am done with you." He slipped the silver chain about the boy's neck. Danny got just a glimpse of silver and touched the cold metal as it laid in the hollow of his throat. He got up and glanced into the mirror, seeing the small circle dangling at the end with a scrolling "V" on it. His legs felt a little wobbly.

Master picked him up and carried him back downstairs to the living room. He put on the television and let him curl up on the couch next to him. A short while later, Matt and Mila came in the front door. Their father called out to them, and when they came in the room he put a finger to his lips to shush them. There was Danny, sound asleep with his head in Victor's lap.

Matt and Mila grinned and congratulated their father on his new pet. He grinned back.

A/N This is what happens when you write with musiclike "Sucker for Pain", "Emotionless" and "Animal I Have Become" in the background... LOL Hope youlike Dan's new Master!