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Lovers Anonymous- Dragon Uncle Incest

Keith and Eric

Sekira

10/27/2010

Chapter 1 - Pilot

Eric yawned, his arms crossed over his chest, closing his eyes as bright sunlight penetrated from the canopy above: glaring against the luminous metallic body of the Volvo. He sighed and looked to his right, listening to his parents chat idly amongst them-selves under the radio that had continually played country music for the past three hours. He tucked his wings down against the seat, finding it hard to rest comfortably in a sleeping position, pressing his snout firmly against the cold glass and sighing softly.

"Don't look so depressed hunny." His mom called to him from the front seat, "We're only going to be gone for the summer!"

"Yeah, I know mom." Eric mumbled through his lips, rubbing his face and leaning back against the cool leather upholstery, "Where are you going again? You didn't tell me much aside from 'Eric get up! It's time to go to Uncle Keith's!"

"We are heading to North Carolina." His mother chirped, "We might have found a house and some good work for the two of us with my sister: didn't I tell you she is opening a small café?"

"No, you didn't." Eric mumbled through his teeth, "What about the corrections facility? I know they've got to have on in a military state!"

"Well," His mom began with a slight shrug, "I've been in it for years, time to get to doing something new!"

Eric sighed, rolling down his window and extending his arm out to catch the cool breeze of August air. The state of Tennessee was prominent with coppices of Cyprus and Oak, and thankfully had not been littered with the rusted skeletons of Ford trucks and Honda Accords.

"Why is it, you are dropping me off exactly? I mean, I haven't seen him in nearly ten years, its kinda awkward springing me on him like this."

"Because, my sister's boyfriend is a bit of an ass," She responded quickly, "And we'll be staying with them until we have our own place. I know you'll be fine Eric, you're nearly eighteen. And besides, you've talked about how you missed your Uncle, so this is aprabos for us both!"

"Mom, the word is apropos." Eric corrected with a slight chuckle, and his mom smiled at him from the mirror with a roll of her wrist at him.

It had been a decade since he went down this road and all its unpaved unevenness. The old holes that used to line it were gone, but the ditches remained as deep as ever: and Eric fondly recalled how he used to play in them after it rained. Ahead of them the road became darkened by the penumbra of tall Cyprus trees, the water level of the swamp seemed to have withered from the drought of summer.

The brush and trees parted to make way for the entrance to a yard that bore the tidiness of a meticulous owner: all hedges seemingly trimmed in perfect cylinders, and

grass that was leveled with parallel tracks intersecting throughout it. Where the sandy road ended, another set of parallel tracks led to a two-story home overlooking the yard in silence in a shell of Alba with a chocolate brown porch shielded from insects and light by awning and screening.

Eric was taken aback by the sight of Colonial home that no longer resembled the dilapidated single-story home. Now, clad in a veneer of elegance, the home looked something out of a Magazine. The dragon pushed him-self between the front seats, looking onward with a gape and holding onto the seat, "Holy shit, mom look at it!"

"Oh my god-" Amber whispered, "He remodeled the house! Look at it! It's got a whole second story built onto it!"

Their dad snorted; the first sound he had made in several hours as his glazed eyes scanned the field ahead with a lack of excitement. He looked his nose at the house, turning his eyes away from it with a prosaic sigh.

"He did that a few years ago with some of his buddies." He began, "And threw out everything we owned when he did so."

His mom ignored him as did Eric, and their dad sighed in defeat, unable to convince them other-wise of his brother and sat back in the seat with a gruff of displeasure as the car slowed down, shrills from the deteriorating breaks disturbing the quiet of the front yard.

? ? ?

Keith sat back in his underwear in the living room idly gazing at the TV, occasionally scratching his thigh and taking a sip from his glass of tea. He crossed one leg over the next, adjusting his balls underwear and let out a sigh of content as hot beams of sunlight shone from the spaces between the thin curtains. He groaned as he did his best to ignore the blaring stereo on the front porch.

BANG!

"What the hell!" Keith shouted in a deep sonorous voice, sitting up and spinning his head around to look across the house, and see nothing out of the ordinary. There was another bang, and then the familiar sound of a truck being unloaded.

"Sorry Keith! Nathan knocked over the toolbox!" Phillip called from the back of the house.

"Sorry Keith!" Another voice followed from outside, but Keith just waved it off, trying to focus his attention back onto his television.

Watching TV was a rare luxury for him, in most cases he retired to his room: only today, he was spared work and relished the minimal relaxation he could get. From the corner of his eye, he saw Michael emerged from the porch in his usual heavy stomps and scowl, dropping his sunglasses on the table and looking to Keith.

"Keith, there is someone outside." Michael began, dusting sawdust off him-self and disappeared past the unresponsive dragon, and then put his hands calmly onto the counter.

"See if they are a client or someone else, and if it's for me tell them I am not available." Michael almost demanded from the kitchen, shutting the fridge door loudly, "If they are drinking buddies tell 'em to leave. I don't want a bunch of people here tonight."

Keith craned his head over his shoulders to give the dragon an unenthused glance, rolling his eyes.

"Yes sir." He muttered as he slid on his dirtied clothes, grumbling curses under his breath. He flung the porch door open and marched onto the hot grass, his tired eyes scanning ahead of him where a rusted car approached. A head stuck out of the window, followed by an arm that waved at him from the distance.

Keith smiled and waved his arm with a raised eye brow, "Who in the blue hell-"

"Keeeeeeith!" Amber called from the car, waving her arm through the air at him as she slowed the car down to a stop in his front yard. Amber anxiously snapped off her seat belt and burst from the door, while Keith had all ready sprinted across his front yard to greet her with a powerful hug.

"Ah! Amber! It's so amazing to see you again!" Keith shouted as he embraced the dragoness tightly in his arms, nearly squeezing her until she popped. Her army training was no match for the brute strength of the larger dragon who grinned wide as he fought him.

"Keith let go, you're about to make me slip a disk!" Amber groaned, laughing and taking a deep breath when he released her and stepped back, "Hang on, lemme get Eric! ERIC! Come on!"

Eric smiled a bit and snatched up his duffle bag in his arm, glancing to his dad as he stepped from the car with his mom waving for him to come join them. His father's face was masked with semblances of callousness and irritation, an unflinching frown with bitterness around the edges of his lips. Eric turned away from him and walked away quickly from the vehicle to where his Mother and Uncle were, all ready knee-deep in conversation.

"Good lord!" Keith said and stared at his nephew who stood a snow-white giant compared to his mother. "Ten years does a lot to you! You're twice the size of your mother!"

She smiled wide at her son, "God he was such a large baby! Twelve pounds actually! And now he is as tall as his grandfather!"

Eric looked up from his mom at his uncle and gave a timorous smile, "Hey Uncle Keith."

Keith smiled back and embraced his nephew tightly; giving him the same bone-crushing squeeze, he gave his mother.

"Uggh!" Eric chocked, "You're crushing me!"

"Yeah, I know!" Keith laughed as he released him, "It's a tradition, and you know that! And you didn't even try to hug me back you little whelp!"

Eric laughed and grunted, "Well you pinned my elbows into my ribcage so I was kinda stuck!"

"So what brings you all the way out here? Are you three on a trip or something else?"

Amber tilted her hand and made a long 'Eh'

"Then what is it exactly?" Keith asked confused.

"See me and my husband are going to N.C to work for my sister: or at least I am." She cast an annoyed look to her husband then back, "And I wanted to see if you would want Eric to live with you for the summer?"

Keith blinked, "Live with me? Sure! But Amber how long do you plan to be gone?"

"About four months." Eric answered coolly.

Amber gestured to him and chuckled, "I'm sorry to drop him off like this, but he is a big kid and can take care of him-self: we just need a good place for him to stay."

Yeah, of course he can stay here! I just would like to be told ahead of time, since I'm really busy as of lately."

"I know, I know." Amber admitted guiltily, "But it was really rushed: and your brother is such a damn bastard."

"Oh I know he is!" Keith laughed, "So, Eric if you want to go ahead and meet my co-workers, go on." Keith stepped to his Nephew and opened an arm, giving him a one armed and strong embrace, "And it's great to see you!"

Eric released him, waving to his mom as he walked towards the house and stood without the enclosed porch for a moment, analyzing his new surroundings. The fresh beams of wood that lined the porch made it smell like a hardware store. He shifted the weight onto his other shoulder, carefully stepping along the clutter of the floor and lingered by the front door while Keith and his mom talked to each other further.

"Hey Keith where the hell are my damn keys at?" A voice called from the porch, "Some jack ass keeps on taking my-" the sentence stopped with Eric turned around to face a reptile who stared at him in confusion, "Oh, sorry, you a client or something?

Eric glanced over a dark brown reptile, "Um no my name is Eric."

"Oh!" The reptile exclaimed, "You're Keith's nephew?! He talked about ya, nice to meet you! You look just like him!" The reptile extended his hand, which Eric shook, finding it feeling almost identical to sandpaper and smiled a little bit.

"So, what brings you here? And my name is Phillip; I came to steal that stereo." Eric sighed in relief when the country music subsided: his ears were more than thankful.

"I am gonna live here for the summer."

"Oh, are ya a trouble maker?" Philip asked jokingly.

"No, my parents are moving and I will stay here till then." Eric answered and looked into the foyer, "Wow, Keith did an amazing job here: did you help him?"

Phillip nodded proudly, "Yep, took almost a whole year."

"God, your mother can talk!" Keith groaned, "Jesus, I had to assure her I would die eventually before she left!"

Phillip laughed, "Yeah women have that tendency!" He chuckled and stood up to face his boss, "And geez Keith, you didn't say your nephew was a twin of yours!"

Keith laughed, "Yeah, he looks a lot like my dad. Right Eric?"

Eric nodded, "Yep, I look just like my Uncle and Dad."

Keith patted Eric on the back, "Go pick your-self a room, I'll be in the living room while PHILLIP here keeps that god damn radio turned down!"

Phillip held up his hands defensively as he backed away with the radio, exiting into the yard followed by Keith. Keith led his nephew into the refurbished kitchen, where a rusted oven had once been there was now a perfectly crisp white aluminum oven, a silver fridge, and a completely polished porcelain counter with a silver speckled tile lining. Keith made him-self a large sandwich and snatched a can of beer from the fridge while his nephew sat back in the chair, still soaking up his new surroundings.

"So your parents do this to you often?" Keith said quickly between mouthfuls of roast-beef "Every summer?"

Eric nodded and shrugged, "Yeah, it's heterodox to family structure. But its fine, I'm used to it."

Keith chuckled and dragged his fork along the plate and shook his head, "Still talking like a professor? I remember back when the word problematical was a huge thing for you."

Eric snickered with a little pride, "Yeah, now words like verisimilitude and naissance are my new thing."

Eric grinned at his Uncle, whose face had changed only a little. His white scales were still just as white, though they had darkened with his age, but he was in no way out of shape other then the large gut Eric did not remember being there from before. "But um, I am deciding to change my career."

"Oh, what is it this time? No longer going to be an Everythingologist?" Keith said with a snicker.

Eric rolled his eyes and ignored the snicker, "No, I'm going to become a teacher of literature. Not like one of those run of the mill teachers in high school."

Keith smiled, "Good choice. As you can imagine, carpentry is my thing."

Eric nodded, "Yeah yeah, I can tell. You smell like iron and sawdust."

"Bad thing is I showered this morning!" Keith laughed loudly and pushed his plate away from his rounded stomach and sighed, "Ah, it's great to have you back kid! I missed so many of your birthdays; it's a shock you're not throwing a fit!"

"Who is throwing a fit?" Michael asked from the hallway as he walked around the counter, casting a glance to Eric.

"My nephew and I are-think of a word Eric." Keith motioned, "Something for kidding."

"We're jesting." Eric responded coolly, casting the dragon a curious glance again.

"Ah-I see. Jesting." Michael's tone carried a lot of sarcasm, and Eric looked at him with an unsure and analytical stare: like his dad, around the corners of his eyes was a tinge of arrogance. Keith glanced to Eric, almost nervously, but then stood up with their plates and walked past him.

"What are you doing out of your cave? Have you come to grace us do-gooders?"

Michael's expression seemed frozen in its sarcastic and unenthused state. "No I am just curious as to who is going to handle our paperwork tonight." He looked to Keith with a frown, "I'm under the impression that it was your job this time. Correct?"

Eric stared idly, glancing between them as the conversation continued; quickly he discerned he was not going to like this yellow dragon very much: especially the way he talked to Keith.

Keith frowned, "Michael stop acting as if you are my damn owner. Please and thank-you are easier said than taking a shit Michael."

The final comment sent Michael away, though he carried his arrogance even in the walked down the hall. Keith groaned and dropped the plates into the sink, spinning around and muttering an obscenity under his breath.

? ? ?

Keith had been born a contractor, it was in his blood and he seemed to, with each day, surge with energy and love for his work. He whistled to the radio, his shirt half opened, his glass of tea laced with the good-grace of his best friend Jose, and always bore a smile no matter the extent of the labor. Eric, in his younger years, had enjoyed sitting in the lumber yard watching his Uncle load and unload trucks with his father, back when the two had actually worked together. He could not recall exactly what it was that separated the two from one another, or why his father so suddenly wanted to move out of the county.

Their father had been a prominent executive in the state of Seattle Washington, where he was prominent in various forms of distribution that ranged from the high-class the low-class priority. He had been a man who did not discriminate, and adhered to the needs to both forms of society, even during the years of segregation he had participated in numerous charities that donated goods to minorities. However, when his first wife was killed during a car accident October 7, he moved south to Tennessee, here he set business up on Hill St. (dedicated to the first mayor, Allan Hill.) Kenneth Neilson married Heather Smart March 11, and was gifted with his first son Keith and his second son Richard one year later.

By the age of four, Keith was fascinated with building and disassembling structures, mostly noted to obsession with building blocks. Richard demonstrated an equal thrill together; both brothers had successfully built their own club-house from five pillows, three weights, a sheet, a pillar and kept it suspended for a whole weekend until their mother demanded its removal.

Afterwards, their father instituted a mandatory schooling for the two brothers, nurturing them in all fields manageable by their mother or tutors through-out the flamboyant years of the Eighties. During such a time, bands like Duran-Duran and Cinderella swarmed through Keith's mind as worked as a free-lance contractor, while Richard preferred to stay in school and kept out of the heat of partying.

Eric was born two years after Richard graduate, twenty years old and thriving with ambition, he met with Amber who worked at a Health Clinic at the time. Keith immediately was swamped by the young white dragon, when not with Richard Keith spent every moment with his nephew and his brother. Eric had only met his grandparents a couple of times when he was younger, his grandfather passed away when he was four, and his grandmother later that year. But Keith devoted all his time to his Nephew, constructing for him his own club-house outside their old home, while Richard strongly opposed building on the property.

This wedge slowly drove them apart. The more Richard refused to touch the old decrepit home, the more Keith became compelled to renovate it, and not let their old home go to waste. As it turned out, the will declared that the house should be torn down, and rebuilt, and in a sense, it was, though Keith kept much of the support beams from the old structure as they were perfectly fine.

"So how is it?" Amber asked anxiously over the phone, covering her right ear, "You happy there hunny?"

"Yeah it's pretty cool. I've missed Uncle Keith so much, but is dad ok? He didn't' even say good bye to me." Eric sighed softly and lay back on the bed, holding the phone to his ear, "I mean he was just so pissed today."

"Oh-" his mom began slowly, "Well, he's doing ok I guess. Pouting like normal but he at least has a friend to spend time with, god knows he needs more social interaction."

"Figures." Eric said frowning, sitting back on his bed and looking out the window.

Amber sighed and frowned a little bit, "Well hunny, I've gotta go. We've got a lot of work to do tomorrow; I love you and good night baby."

"Ok mom, I love you, good night." Eric sighed and reluctantly hung up, wishing his dad might have at least wanted to say something. He tossed his cell-phone onto the dresser and left his bedroom, walking down the familiar corridor, gazing at the barren wall and glanced down stairs. Most of the other men were still awake, and he shyly approached them, being greeted warmly by Phillip from earlier that day.

"Oh Eric, hey there!" Phillip called from the couch, "Everyone, this is Keith's nephew Eric."

"Hey Eric!" Nathan called from over his shoulder.

"Sup man!" Another called.

"Hi there boy!" One called out enthusiastically.

Eric blinked and gently waved to them, walking from around the banister and took a seat at the table while the other men talked busily of the game on the TV. He stared at it for a few minutes, watching quietly, resting his face on his hand when he felt a large body shift past him.

"Oh sorry." Eric began, scooting his chair towards the table.

"Hey Eric." Keith groaned, walking around him in his underwear and plopped down in his chair, "Jesus, I hate paperwork! You know? I mean it's like homework, but amplified and some shit!"

Eric laughed a little, brightening up and relaxed back in his chair in the jeans he had been wearing all day, "Homework is for chumps."

"Hell yes it is!" Keith said, reaching over and slapping Eric on his hand, "I am gonna get a bear, want me to get you a diet tea?" Keith flashed Eric a grin who rolled his eyes, but nodded and smiled as Keith tossed him a cold can of tea from the fridge. Eric never understood why he didn't brew his own; he just always seemed to have a canned version of everything except bread. But he was used to it, opening the can he took a large gulp of the tart fluid and whipped his mouth, "Hey Uncle Keith is my bike still outside?"

"Your bike? OH! The red one? Yeah it still is, needs some work to repair it though." Keith sat back down, taking a deep gulp of his beer and smiled at his nephew, "Want me to show you how to restore it?"

"Sure!" He grinned, "Can we do it tomorrow? I don't want to be stuck here all day doing nothing."

Keith nodded, "I'll do some work on it for you before I go to work, and then you can do the rest before I get home." Keith patted him on the shoulder, standing up and walking past him and headed to his room.

"Hey-Phillip." Eric began slowly, "Who is Michael? And why does he seem like such a-" the dragon let his sentence fade.

"Like such a damn ass hole? Cause he is. Biggest one I've ever me."

Eric nodded, "Oh ok. And has he always been a douche?"

All the men groaned at the same time, and Eric laughed as he sat beside them on the couch. "Do you all live here?"

"Oh no!" Phillip laughed aloud, "No no, we just come over on the occasion. Since the job we're doing is so far from our houses, but close here, we're just residing until we're done." He took a swig of his beer, leaning forward and setting the can down on a

coaster, "But we usually come over on weekends to drink, no there, but out in town. This weekend after we're done we're having one hell of a party!"

"Oh, whatcha doing?" Eric asked smoothly.

"We're remodeling a porch and living room for an elderly woman. She is unable to walk out into her porch without being attacked by huge mosquitoes: so we're fixing it up!"

"Oh, ok." Eric nodded with a chuckle, "Why is Keith so quick to attack Michael? My uncle does not seem to like him at all."

"Well, they have a bad history." Phillip began awkwardly, "To put it short kid, they had a bad falling out with one another after a bad relationship."

"Relationship?" Eric raised his eye brow at the context, "What do you mean relationship?"

"Just that, relationship. You know, dating." Phillip cast Eric a bemused stare, "Did you know your uncle was gay?"

Eric's eyes widened, and Phillip stared in surprise, "Oh-I guess not! HA! Well he is, and Michael was his boyfriend for a while, till Keith had enough and dumped him."

Eric stared back silently and then turned to face the TV, "Wow-that is unexpected, completely. I mean, you can't even tell!"

Phillip laughed, "Yeah, we were all shocked when he told us. Ah, well it's not really important anyways: those two argue like an old married couple so I'd keep out of their way when it gets heated up." Phillip said, "I swear it can get ugly. Michael will say one thing to piss him off, and Keith will just go off on him!"

Eric chuckled a little bit, "Yeah, I remember his temper back when-"

"Oh hell NO!" A voice bellowed from the hallway when suddenly Keith flung the door open with his lips curling upwards in a snarl. Keith stomped into the kitchen and snatched the fridge open, retrieving another beer; he was obviously buzzed by the smell.

"Oh boy, here we go." Phillip whispered: all eyes now dedicated to the TV.

"Keith shut the HELL up!" Michael shouted from the bedroom, emerging in his jeans with the zipper and button undone, "It's my god damn bed! You wanted to sleep in it, remember!?"

"It's MY damn house!" Keith shouted so loud the floor shook, "And my god-damn nephew is here, so I don't FUCKIGN think so! You can go suck your own cock; I told you I'm not doing ANYTYHING with you!"

Michael rolled his eyes, walking into his room and slamming the door as hard as he could and shouted from his room, "Then you can sleep on YOUR couch in YOUR living room!"

"HEY! Watch that fucking door! I am NOT repainting the god-damn mold on that arch!" Keith slammed his fist onto the counter, taking several large gulps of the beer-can

and tossed the empty can to the side. Keith spun on his feet, stomping out the back door and around the house.

"Oh geez." Eric mumbled, "God that is all too familiar."

"What is?" Phillip began, "Him being pissed?"

"No, he is about to start building shit. He does it when he is pissed off; he gets drunk, and makes a bird house."

Phillip laughed, "Has he been doing it all his life?"

"It's his way of venting," the dragon sighed. He stood up and followed Keith out into the backyard where a bright light from the shed illuminated the right side of the yard. Sure enough, Keith was all ready hard at work measuring the wood, and cutting it. Eric stared at him for a few minutes, absorbing the fact his drunk and enraged Uncle was into men: and the way he thought of it brought a slight smile to his face and he laughed.

"Are you sure you're sober enough to use a saw?" Eric asked from the door way. Keith looked up at him in his underwear, dropping the pencil on the table and sighed, "Eric-"

"You're gay, yeah; if I didn't know before Phillip I'd know when you stomped out of the room." Eric said for him with a slight smile.

"Phillip told you!" Keith growled, "Oh that damn chatterbox!" Keith picked up his pencil again, going back to work measuring his lines and looked over his shoulder as he drew, "Well-I'm sorry for the scene Eric, especially on your first night here."

Eric shrugged and leaned against the wall, the smell of sawdust chocking his nose and making him cover his snout, "Nah, it's ok Uncle Keith. I mean yeah, it's a shock to know my Uncle is gay, let alone his ex propositioned him for sex."

Keith growled, "That ass hole always wants it, and I tell him 'NO' all the damn time! I mean what kinda ass hole asks for a blow-job after being a dick all day!?" Keith groaned and rubbed his face, "I mean fuck that man, and he can go get his own damn ass! I don't even know why I haven't just burnt that damn bed of his; it shouldn't even be in my house! It was a mistake to let another dragon bring HIS Serta mattress into my house: now he acts like he has dominion!"

Keith looked at Eric and sighed, "I mean what the hell is wrong with that guy? And I'm sorry Eric, for laying all this on you. You're only seventeen, and besides, you shouldn't have to have your first night spent listening to me bitch.

Eric rolled his eyes and laughed a little shyly, "Only an ass-hole would, and Uncle Keith if it makes you feel better I'm gay too. So you don't need to be so embarrassed about talking about this."

Keith snorted in disbelief, "Oh bull shit you just want to make me feel better."

Eric grinned, "Nope, it's true. I'm as homo as can be! I have bundles of porn on my laptop of men."

Keith laughed and crossed his brawny arms, whistling, "Well what do you know! Now I don't feel like such an oddball! Eric how long have you been gay? And please tell me your father doesn't know."

"Oh geez no way I'd tell him!" Eric proclaimed, "As if! I've been gay I guess all my life. The Genome project pretty much showed your born gay, so it's not a matter of how long really, but I can say I figured it out when I was about thirteen."

Keith widened his eyes, "You're born gay? Well damn, I knew those religious nuts were bat-shit crazy! Well commere, you deserve a beer!" Keith tossed Eric a cold can and winked at him, "I won't tell your dad."

"Oh I know you won't. Cause if you do, I'll tell him about you too!" Eric threatened playfully and swallowed the bitter fluid with a sour face, "Uggh, this tastes awful!"

"You get used to it." Keith shrugged, "Especially when you're pissed off."

Eric shrugged, "Yeah, I guess that is why my dad drinks it so much. I swear he makes up reasons to get drunk."

Keith nodded with a slight frown, "Oh yeah, he does. Michael is the jack-ass that got me into drinking, hell; it was what made us meet each other to begin with."

Eric frowned a bit, "Oh, I see; liquid panty remover?"

Keith laughed loudly, "Exactly! If it weren't for the booze, I'd NEVER be with some jack ass like him! The dude is pretentious, demanding, and is never good in bed!"

Eric laughed a little shyly, "Well I wouldn't know about that yet, I'm sorta waiting for the right guy."

"Good!" Keith said, drinking away half of his can and standing lopsided against the bench, "I made the mistake of Michael. Boy do I regret it!"

Eric smiled and laughed a little shyly, soon he and his Uncle had gone through two beers as they began to discuss the more private niceties of their lives. Eric learned his Uncle was one of the few gay men who were open about his life-style, telling him all the different times he had shocked people when they asked him why he wasn't married. Eric admired it, he was too shy to tell anyone else, but Keith had always been someone he felt comfortable around and he had no qualms opening up to him.

"So you ever dated anyone Eric?" Keith began as he crushed the aluminum can in his hand, tossing it to a bin.

"No. Life is sorta stagnant, and I don't have the chance to." Eric admitted with a frown, "I'd love to, you know? I mean I crave the idea of being with a guy intimately, and all that good romantic stuff, but I just haven't been given a chance."

Keith nodded and whipped his mouth, "Yeah I know that, it was like that for me for a long time. But lemme tell you this, when you find the right guy, in that moment, you'll know: just make sure you're not intoxicated when you do it!" Keith laughed lightheartedly and rubbed his round stomach, "God damn I am hungry again."

"Want to go get something to eat?" Eric suggested.

"Oh yes, just don't let me start going on about Michael if I see him. I'll blow my shit if I do!" Keith laughed once more, following his nephew out of the shed, a little elated that he had bonded with his only nephew after so many years: though the topic was less than forecasted. Keith felt a little bit of remorse still for exposing him-self the way he had, but his nephew seemed mature enough to handle it and he was thankful for that much.

Eric and Keith joined the other men in the large living room, all of them riled up over the rerun of the football game Keith stored on his TiVo, Eric was more-or-less interested, though he knew only a little bit about the sport in reality. He admitted to Keith in a whisper, "I just like men bent over in tights."

Keith snickered back at him, "Mmmhm, nice line up of asses."

"Are you two discussing gay shit!?" Phillip said loudly looking over, "You're gonna ruin the atmosphere of manliness!"

Keith grinned wide, "Oh shut up Phillip! Me and my nephew are just remarking on the fact that a bunch of beefy men bent over-"

"Ah-la-la-la-la!!!" Nathan interrupted loudly, covering his eyes while Phillip increased the volume of the TV. Keith and Eric laughed and continued to talk under the volume of the TV in low voices, Eric expressed a deep interest for men in tights and Keith would comment back how he had a similar interest and owned a football suit of his own.

"I got it from when I was in high-school." He began.

"You played?" Eric said in surprise, "I didn't know that!"

"Actually I and your dad did." Keith corrected, "We were pretty good, never pro or anything but it was fun! Hell, my suit is still up in my room if you ever wanna try me out at the game."

Eric considered it and nodded, "Sure that would be pretty cool."

"Ok boys! It's time for me to get my living room back; all of you go to bed!" Keith chanted loudly, snatching the remote and ignoring the protest from all of his friends who reluctantly departing, bidding them good night. Keith collapsed back on his couch, laying on his back and relaxing on his pillow, "I always enjoyed the couch over the bed. I dunno why!"

Eric laughed and leaned his back against the leather cushion and sighed, "Well I think I am gonna head to bed Uncle. I'll see you in the morning, right?"

Keith yawned, flicking his tail over his ankle, "More than likely before I leave for work. I'll be back around two if not, good night Eric." Keith smiled at him and Eric nodded, exiting the living room and headed back up stairs for the night.

Chapter 2 - Clubhouse

The next morning, Eric had wandered out of the house some time after the other workers left, around eight o'clock. The sun was shining high in the sky when he had eventually ventured out into the woods, bright beams penetrating past the canopy and illuminating a long forgotten yard. Keith had apparently done enough work to clean the yard up, cutting down trees, clearing dirt and rubbish, but for the most part, it remained a verdant coppice.

The white dragon stood out like a sore thumb in the forest, when he was younger it was easier to pretend he was a predator, sulking and crawling through bushes, but now in his height and athletic build he did a poor job remaining sub-rosa. But, he enjoyed all that there was to see, none of the terrain was familiar but he felt at home for the first time in a long time. The smell of wet ground and swamp was not missed, albeit it did remind him more of his years when he had spent hours alone in the forest, his over active imagination allowing him to believe of hidden water fountains, castles and caves.

He spread his wings a little bit, as a breeze appeared, sprinting forward and lunged into the air, being carried by the draft upwards and about fifteen feet ahead where the trees thickened and Keith's yard work seemingly stopped.

"Wow-I have missed this." He said to him-self softly, listening to the chattering of birds as his eyes looking around his surroundings slowly. The silence is what he missed most, the simply luxury of a world away from a crumbling fiscal status or the inherent troubles the words 'checks' and 'bills' brought to his life. His feet began to lead him even deeper, down a slope of dried leaves where a small black body of water rested silently under the shadow of tall trees, and Eric instantly recognized where he was going.

"Where are you-" he said slowly through his lips, his eyes turning instinctively to the right where he began to jog a thick nest of palm branches seemed abnormally stacked over one another. Eric hopped over the black swampy water, skidding over the mud and leaves, catching him-self on his hand and then briskly approached the ramshackle remains of the apex of his childhood. "No-fucking-way!"

Eric snatched off the tree branches and palm branches, whipping away thick mounds of black dirt and moss, underneath a dark green and black wood became exposed to the sunlight for the first time in years. Only standing five feet of the ground, and mostly in the shape of a very large dog house his club-house stood in testament of years of neglect. Eric grinned happily, his tail flicking and curling behind him as he kneeled down and peered inside of the black box where spider webs and various rat nests seemed to litter the decaying wooden floor.

Jesus this thing used to be so much bigger.

Eric ran his hand along the wet, crumbling seal of the window, hipping around to the front where he began to swat down and slowly enter into it. His horns made it hard

to sit up right, and he had to hunch forward, but he rested inside of the club-house for a few minutes, his eyes closed and sighing softly. . .

"Eric!" Keith called once before, and his young eyes opened to reveal a brightly colored shack, where the paint had been applied only days before, and sun crept in from around the palm branches. Eric crawled out from the door where his younger Uncle had been calling to him from on top of the hill, waiving him down. Eric dusted off his jeans, and followed up the hill where his Uncle greeted him with a tight hug, his face twisted in a deep frown. . .

Eric opened his eyes and frowned, crawling out from the club hour and cleaning him-self off, resting his hand against for a moment and sighing to him-self.

For a long time he had forgotten about the day he came out of his clubhouse to find his father screaming in the front yard, his mother arguing back and his Uncle passively delivering him back to his brother. Eric had no idea of what happened, and to that day still was ignorant of the entire event: no one asked, and no one told him. With his memories now bitter sweet he spread his wings, catching another draft and glided him-self up the hill to the thicket, and then walked back to his Uncle's back yard. He reached into his back pocket, retrieving his cell-phone, glancing at the screen and groaned, "No one has even text me? Some fucking friends-"

Eric huffed and walked back inside of the house, kicking off his shoes and helping him-elf to some heated left-over roast beef and then relaxed at the table behind the couch, waiting quietly to him-self. The friends he had back in Georgia, what friends they were, didn't seem they really care that he was gone, and he felt worthless. With his dad's ability to completely blend into the backwoods society, Eric pretty much stood out of the crowd as the quiet intellectual and regretted his decisions to not go to the parties he had been invited to.

If they weren't all a bunch of hillbillies, he thought with a frown, then maybe. Eric rested on his elbows, dropping his snout to hand and staring at the blank screen of the TV for a few silent minutes. He set his phone on the TV in the hopes someone might message him, and then tossed the Styrofoam plate into the garbage. Eric sat down on the couch and began to run through the list of recorded programs on his Uncle's TiVo. He found a couple videos of football games, a few CSI shows and some stored pornography.

Eric raised his eyebrows as he went down the list, "Ho-ho! Well geez, the signs are so apparent they're screaming!" Eric settled with the Discovery Channel, seeing as cable was a luxury, and he preferred anything educational over mindless mediocre acting and cartoons.

"Today, on Discovery Channel. Learn the dangerous deep waters of the Atlantic, the Great white Shark! And, Giant squids, fact or fiction. . ."

"Uggh-fact!" Eric groaned, "We know they are real! Stop playing old shit!"

"What's going on?" Keith began in surprise as he entered from the kitchen.

"The damn Discovery channel keeps playing old shows, and I'm like 'We know the giant squid is real!"

"Holy shit Giant Squids are real!?" Keith mocked in faux-shock. Eric spun around to look at him in disbelief, but rolled his eyes when he saw Keith grinned widely at him, "Oh whatever Uncle Keith."

Keith sat with a heavy grunt, this time fully dressed in carpenter jeans and a dark brown t-shirt, "So how was your day? You look kinda bummed out kid."

Eric shrugged, "A little. Nostalgia came back when I saw my old club-house, and it was cool I guess."

Keith looked over concerned, "Oh, you found it? That's good, I was gonna ask about it. But um what has you bummed?"

Eric shrugged, "No friends have text me, since I really have none that are close. And well---" Eric trailed off slightly, "Well, I was just thinking back to that day."

"Oh-" Keith said slowly, turning his eyes back to the TV, "Yeah, I tend to not think about that."

Eric looked, "Mind telling me what it was that made my dad so pissed?"

"Not now, I'd really rather not talk about it. I just got off work." Keith sighed and leaned back against the couch completely, "Your parents never told you?"

He shook his head and curled the side of his mouth into a frown, "No, they never even talked about it. I've tried asking, but you know how it is, they shunt the conversation."

Keith grunted slightly and ran his hand down his stomach slowly, "Ah, well, I'll tell you some time."

"Ok, thanks." Eric said with a slight smile, "So, I found your porn stash on TiVo."

Keith grinned widely, "Oh did you now? You always had a knack for going through my things, like that time you stole and hid my car-keys."

Eric smiled widely, "You were so friggin pissed off at me!"

Keith laughed and wrapped his arm around his nephew and squeezed him tightly into his chest, "You little shit! I was late for work and YOU thought it was just the funniest thing ever!" Eric grunted and reached up to grab Keith's head and pulled his neck down, fighting the rough knuckles that began to dig into his scalp, kicking and pushing against his Uncle.

"Ah! Dammit that hurts!" Eric growled.

"Yeah it better!" Keith called out, giving the dragon a hard noogie between his horns, "Teach you to go through my porn!"

"Excuse me!" Interrupted a loud irritated voice from the hallway. Keith released Eric and looked over to see a pissed of Michael standing in the hall leaning one hand onto the wall, "I'm on the phone here, please keep it down!"

Keith frowned at him, "Michael you're more than capable of locking yourself in your-"

"Yeah! Yeah I am sorry, just the TV, I turned it off." Michael continued on the phone, blatantly interrupting Keith again and this time cast them both a warning glance. Keith growled and was about to stand up with Eric reached over and tapped his large shoulder and whispered, "Fuck the guy; let's go chill outside."

"You know what, good idea!" Keith said standing up, "We're going to play tackle football, one on one. You get changed into some shorts; I'll get my gear for us both!"

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"Ok! You ready Eric!" Keith shouted from across the yard, squatted down in his shoulder pads and shorts, wearing a jersey over the gear.

"Yeah, totally!" Eric called back with a sarcastic crown in his voice, "Just don't break anything with your huge ass Uncle Keith!"

"READY! SET! HIKE! Try to bring me down!" Keith shouted as he suddenly took off on his heels, clutching the ball in his ribs and hunching down with powerful thrusts of his legs as he charged Eric. Eric stared blankly at him at an almost standstill but gathered some nerve and ran back at his Uncle with less zeal, reaching out for him and abruptly missing.

"Come on you sissy, grab me and drag me down!" Keith roared as he skidded to a stop, slamming the ball to the ground and glaring at Eric, "What was that!?"

"What! Come on, I'm not a friggin athlete! I am on the damn track team!" Eric groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Nope! You know what you need Eric!? Some alcohol and masculinity!"

"I have plenty thank-you very much! And how the hell does Alcho-"

"My dad did not raise me to not use Alcohol as a supplement!" Keith roared with a broad grin, "Let's break some damn bones here!"

Eric spun around as he took his place on the other side of the field, "Uncle Keith that doesn't make sense!"

"THIS IS FOOTBALL!" Keith roared as he began to charge, "It doesn't have to!"

As Keith charged Eric responded quickly, using his training on the track team to propel him across the yard right into Keith, and Keith halted as Eric slammed into him, snatching the ball right out of his arms. Keith grinned and spun on his foot, charging after Eric who shouted at him tauntingly, reaching the caution cone and slamming the ball into the ground with a mightily roared, "Yeah!"

"Oh yeah?!" Keith declared, "You think you're tough shit? Try and take me down next time!"

Eric laughed and flashed his Uncle an unsure smile, "You-are-HUGE. How the hell am I gonna take you down!? With what, an injection of Jack Daniels and testosterone?"

Keith snorted, "Doesn't sound like a half bad idea!" He took his place across the field, catching the ball in his arm.

"I'll have you know I'm not AS weak as you think I am." Eric commented confidently, "I DO work out."

"Let's see!" Keith urged on, slamming his fist into the ground with a growl, his thick body hunched while Eric took his place and took a deep breath, "Oh geez he is seriously getting into this."

Keith shouted "HIKE!" and charged at his nephew with a wide grin, hoping Eric would be able to take him down if seriously did work out. Eric came at him at full speed, and when he was within a few feet of his Uncle he prepared him-self, crashing into the dragon at full force and was immediately knocked backwards onto his back while Keith was flung onto his back with equal momentum.

"Ah!" Eric shouted, "Dammit, dammit!" He curled onto his side, holding onto his shoulder and groaning loudly in pain.

Keith stared at the sky for a moment, his vision spinning and he gripped his head and sat up on the grass, "Uggh- shit, Eric are you ok?"

Eric moved him-self up and gripped his shoulder with a hiss, his face twisted in pain, "I think I just bruised the shit out of it." He cast his Uncle an accusing stair, "You should have let me use those shoulder pads."

Keith laughed and looked at him guiltily, "Eh, yeah you're right. Are you gonna be ok kid?"

Eric nodded and pushed him-self up, cracking his neck to the right and sighing, flexing and rolling his shoulders, "Mmph, yeah I am ok. You ready for another round?"

Keith grinned wide, "Well shit, I thought you were done!"

"I can go the distance Uncle Keith." Eric said smoothly, and then flashed a grin, "Reason why men would love to be with me in bed!"

Keith rolled his eyes, "Oh Jesus! Here, take my pads you pervert!" Keith unfastened his pads from under his jersey, tossed them to Eric and jogged back across the field and squatted down.

"Keith!" Michael called from the porch "Phone for you!"

Keith groaned, and Eric looked at him with a slight disappointment. He looked over his shoulder and called out, "Tell 'em I am busy!" Michael stared at him for a moment, then went back inside and shut the door. Eric smiled wide and hunched down, improper formation but he prepared him-self and called out, "HIKE!"

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"Uggh!" Eric groaned loudly as Keith smacked a thick bag of ice onto his forehead, "Not so hard Uncle Keith!"

"Well it's fault for head butting me." Keith said calmly with a wide smile, "You should have known better." Keith pat Eric on his shoulder, snatching up a handful of

cold cans and sat down in his jeans on the couch, his t-shirt tossed casually into the bathroom while Eric rested in his tank top. Keith popped open the can, taking several large gulps and whipping his snout with his forearm, "Here take one."

Eric took the can in his hand and sighed, opening it and taking a few swallows. It was the bitterest fermented drink he had ever had, but it tasted better now amidst all the ache of his head and back.

"So are those guys coming over tonight?" Eric began.

"Nah, they are at their houses. Michael left, thankfully!" Keith sighed in relief, "Now I can actually watch TV without his ass complaining about it!" Keith swallowed the rest of the can of beer, setting it on the table.

"Jesus, how do you drink so fast?" Eric asked, "I can't even do that with regular drinks."

"This is a regular drink for me." Keith said with a laugh, "I don't drink just beer, but I WAS in a competition a few years ago, I got the trophy for it!"

Eric looked at him unsurely, "You know you can damage your liver right?"

"I only drink like this on the weekend, besides; it's rare I get really drunk. I get kinda-loving, when I do." Keith laughed a little bit, "So I likely won't be getting that drunk in a long while."

"Ooooh, I see." Eric continued, "I've never actually BEEN drunk. Dad is, of course, every friggin day and birthday."

Keith frowned and shook his head, "Richard really has no control-but, if you want, we can catch up on your birthdays sometime! You'll be here for four months!"

Eric grinned and laughed, "Yeah, after two days I all ready love my life again." Keith reached over with a chuckle and wrapped his nephew in a tight armed embrace, pulling him against his ribs and squeezed him tightly, "Ah, I missed you kid. Life has been so boring without you around."

Eric sighed a bit and leaned against the broad chest as his Uncle idly browser through TV shows. He eventually took the Ice packet off his head, setting it on the table and resting comfortably against his Uncle, and the whole scene reminded him of the times when he was a little kid. He closed his eyes thinking back to the days when his Uncle would squeeze him tightly as they watched movies together, and it brought a smile to his face as he enjoyed the embrace. Eric closed his eyes, so relax he didn't even notice he had fallen asleep against Keith for what only seemed like a few seconds, was actually thirty minutes.

"Oh shit, I passed out." Eric yawned, rubbing his face and hissing as he touched the knot on his forehead. He looked over, Keith was snoring quietly, his head rolled back and dead to the world.

Eric smiled and rested his head back on his Uncle's chest, relaxing and smiling. It had been a long time since he was hugged or embraced, and he relished the time he spent resting against the older white dragon. Keith's large hand gently stroked Eric's

shoulder and the larger beast turned onto his side, his face planted into one of the leather cushions. Keith mumbled something and Eric laughed a little, laying down beside him and pressed against his chest, closing his eyes giving a soft murr when he felt his Uncle's large arm wrap around his torso tightly.

Chapter 3 - Tequila

"All right Eric, hold it right there." Keith ordered, sliding on his goggle, and positioning the blade of the saw, "We'll cut a quarter of an inch over the line, like this see?"

"Yeah, why are you doing that?" Eric asked, "Because it moves?"

"Yes, the blade is a quarter of an inch thick. So we cut over it, to make it-" Keith revved up the saw, sliding it down onto the beam of wood with an ear-piercing squeal the reverberated through the woods. Eric closed his eyes tightly, despite wearing goggles, tucking in his lips when splinters and sawdust sprayed against his face.

"Perfect!" Keith said proudly as he pulled the saw back and slid the second half of the new porch floor away.

"This is going so much faster than I expected! Thanks for helping Eric; I can't believe her nephews put that many nails into the damn wall!" Keith scoffed with arrogance, "Kids no nothing or the art of carpentry!"

Eric grinned, "Well I'm glad to help. So does he always ask you for sex?"

Keith groaned, "Yeah he does cause he can't get any on his own. Nobody likes him, and I sure as am not letting him fuck me."

Eric tilted his head, "You're bottom?"

Keith shrugged, "Yeah, it's a shock I know. I'm guess you are too?"

Eric shook his head, "No I don't think so, and I'm more top I guess. I mean I wouldn't know but I like the idea more."

Keith laughed, "Well I'm what they call a 'power-bottom.'"

Eric laughed, "Sounds about right for you!"

"Heh I know. All right take those pieces across the house, Phillip is probably wondering where the other half of it is. So make sure he has the support installed before he lays it down. He is not as super picky as me."

"Just say meticulous." Eric suggested, "Makes you sound intelligent."

"I don't all ready!?" Keith said in alarm, "Well shit I'll keep it in mind!"

Eric was all ready proving to be a better worker then Keith might have thought, he was quick about learning and had easily helped him unload the truck a lot faster than

Phillip who had the habit of talking too much. Keith revved up the saw again, bringing it down in a quick movement and measured the wood once more, satisfied with his expert cut he set it aside, and moved onto the next piece.

Michael was outside of the porch ripping out nails with his headphones blaring at the maximum volume. Eric passed him with the next floor slice, setting it down silently without even looking at the yellow reptile, on the times he did, he was curious how or why Keith had ever even dated him. He thought he was ugly as hell, his scales were aged, his face sagging slightly, his teeth were yellow, and he didn't smile at all.

Jesus, that must have been a lot of tequila, Eric scoffed.

He walked back outside where Keith had taken off his shirt and tossed it to the ground, pouring a glass of water over him-self in the sunlight.

"That looks really gay." Eric said with a slight chuckle, "And feminine."

"Oh shut up boy." Keith snorted, "I'm cooling off." Keith turned around and lifted a large arm-full of wood from the ground, all the muscles of his arms and back flexing visibly in the sunlight. Eric watched with a little jealousy, wishing his muscles were as big and quickly lifted his own load of wood, following his Uncle to the back of the house and dropping it down with a huff.

"So what do you want me to do now?" Eric asked with anticipation.

"Hrm-go help Nathan and Phillip finish up that floor, Phillip is talking too much." Keith said over his shoulder as he squatted down, "Just follow Nathan's instructions."

Eric nodded and quickly crossed the house, which resembled that of an old woman who had an affinity for porcelain. There were cats, ducks, frogs, and a few birds set up on shelves and tables with small quilted coasters, photos of her family and a few small porcelain statures of angels.

"Eric!" Nathan called from the living room, "You gonna help?"

"Oh yeah!" Eric walked onto the plastic mat that covered the floor and glanced to Nathan, "What do you need me to do?"

"All right, we just replaced the first half of it with a whole new fresh later on the beams, just take this hammer and help us nail in the other half." Nathan handed Eric a large hammer, and the reptile leaned down onto the fresh plank of wood, placing his nil of a pre-drawn X, and began to hammer.

"So Eric!" Phillip called over the hammer, "You have a girlfriend where you're from?"

"No!" Eric said loudly as he stopped and adjusted the nail, "I'm gay!"

"No way!" Phillip said in surprise, "Just like Keith!?"

"I don't see how it's any different!" Eric said with amusement, his right eye closing from the deafening noise.

"You got a boyfriend then!?" Phillip asked.

"Nope! Why are you asking me?" Eric called, when the hammering had stopped he sighed, "Why are you asking?"

"Oh just curious." Phillip said.

"Yeah my Uncle says you talk a lot." Eric said with a sly smile.

Phillip shrugged, "Yeah, I know I do."

"Aaargh! Damn nail!" Nathan grunted and began to bend the nail out and hammer it back in, "Damn things always curve to the right!"

"Sorta like your dick?" Phillip said with a grin to Eric.

"Ah, laddy ya would know from experience wouldn't ya?!" Nathan shot back, "Now shut yar mouth and get back to work! We need to screen this in before sundown!"

"Keith!" Michael called from the kitchen, "Where are those beams for the front! I am getting tired of waiting for them all ready!"

Keith groaned and slapped his pencil on the ground, "I'm working on it Michael! You're not doing anything, come over here and help me cut them!"

Michael growled and stood up, snatching off his headphones, "Dammit I'm not in the mood for you today! You and your lazy ass Nephew are taking too much time!"

"Whoa! For ONE, Eric has helped me all day! TWO, he has not even complained about the work, and THREE, you need to watch your mouth!" Keith walked from the small shed that was erected and glared at Michael with his arms crossed, "You got a fucking issued with my nephew?"

"Yeah, I do. The damn kid fucked up the god damn wall when he knocked out those boards: now the wood is all splintered and cracked! Only a fucking idiot would pivot him-self into-"

"HEY!" Keith growled and pointed to him, "Don't you DARE talk about Eric like that! The wood is deteriorating anyways! It was inad-something!"

"Inadvertent." Eric continued or Keith, who nodded to him.

Michael narrowed his eyes and stomped half way out of the kitchen, "We don't need an amateur kid in our midst! I want this fucking finished, and I'm tired of waiting on you! Those two can do the job on their own; they're just wasting time talking to him!"

Keith gripped his fist and looked away, taking a deep breath, "Ok, you know what Michael? Go fuck your-self, ok?"

"I wouldn't have to if you would just get over your-self." Michael snapped back with an arrogant smile at Keith. Keith slammed his hand into the wall and stomped to the side of the house Eric looked to Phillip with guilt and Phillip shook his head, "You didn't do anything, he's just pissed because someone is helping."

Eric frowned, "He's mad that I am helping Keith?"

"Yeah, Michael has this idea that work should not be fun." Phillip laughed a little quietly as Michael followed Keith out of the house and Nathan sighed, "Yah, that lad has a problem enjoyin' him-self!"

Eric nodded glanced outside to the voice where Keith held his finger at Michael, his face was twisted with anger and Michael shouted back, pointing at the house. Eric knit his brow and looked away, finding it almost too parallel to his home-life he felt a blame that stemmed from nowhere but his own self-determined idea. Michael seemed to hate him for some reason, or at least hated everyone: it was a lot like his father, and it made Eric resent him.

He glanced out the window a second time and Keith's knuckles were bone white under the tension of his scales, his arms were tense and he quickly opened the door in a panic and stepped out into the yard. Michael looked at him with a glare and Keith spun around, staring at him for a moment then looked back to Michael, "Get the hell out of here Michael, and take your fucking bed out of my house!"

Michael growled at him and exposed his fangs, "Fine then, you want me gone, I'm out of here! You can finance your business on your own!"

Michael stomped passed him and into his struck, starting it and driving out of the yard with a squeal of his tires. Eric looked on with worry as Keith gripped his head and growled loudly, turning around and sitting down on one of the stone benches in the shade of an oak tree by the front window. Eric looked at him timidly and was about to go inside when Keith motioned for him with his hand and the dragon sat quietly next to him.

"Eric I'm sorry." Keith said with his eyes to the ground, "I really am."

"It's fine Uncle." Eric said softly, "Just-reminds me a lot of my home life."

"I see-" Keith looked over his shoulder at the house and sighed, rubbing his face and groaned into his palm, "Jesus Christ."

"What did Michael mean, by financing the business?" Eric looked over at him unsurely, "If you don't mind me asking-"

"He helps support the business with his own money. He's more experienced financially." Keith said with bitterness, "Your brother was supposed to be the one to help me do that-"

Eric looked away, "He was?"

"Yes, he was going to be the financial advisor and all that business jazz. He has Bachelors in accounting." Keith smiled a little and sighed, patting his knees and leaned back. "Uggh! God this was supposed to be a good day, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess." Eric said softly, "So, what are you going to do then?"

"Well, Michael can't actually pull out. It'd be too risky for him; we make a lot of money in this small town. And if we went down, he would lose a lot of the income we've built in the past three years." Keith smiled a little, "I guess I learned a thing or two from your brother before he went downhill: and that's how to fuck someone over encase they tried to burn you."

Eric looked up, "I don't understand, you met him when you were drunk, how did he become your financial aid?"

Keith raised his eye brows, "Oh, well I had no idea he was gay when he initially signed up on the business back in its beginning. But after I got wasted and started going on and on I guess I was unlucky to find out he was bi-sexual, and decided to fuck me. In more ways than one."

Eric flinched and frowned, "Some guy-I could kick his ass."

"Oh I know: I could too." Keith began, "I'm not the violent type though. I just get pissed off."

Keith reached over and squeezed Eric tightly with a encouraging smile, "Come on! We have some work to do, and I want to take you out tonight. You deserve a break from all the work we've done this week, and god knows I could use one too!"

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That night, Keith had taken his nephew to the County Bar that was humorlessly known as "The Good Luck Bar." The name stemmed from the fact most men came to the bar to be laid, and being run by two women, they saw it fit to challenge their masculinity. Keith had always come to it, knowing the managers personally, and was popular enough to chat with anyone without getting into a fight. He led Eric to a booth near the pool-tables, ordering a round of shots for him-self as was his tradition.

The inside of the bar was bright red, littered with sporadic clouds of cigar smoke, laughter from drunken women hunched over their tables, and men shouting that the TV which was playing the latest baseball game.

"Now, if you drink Eric you can't get drink too much, ok?" Keith reminded him, "I will probably need someone to drive me home tonight! I'm going to get smashed."

"Seriously, Nathan is all ready enjoying him-self!" Phillip chanted as he pointed to the half-drunk Irishman who was busily talking to a group of men by the pool-tables. The noise was deafening, but Eric didn't mind it as he lifted a shot of Tequila to his nose, sniffing and rolling his eyes away.

"Uggh, this smells really friggin strong!" He turned his nose from it and looked at Phillip uncertainly.

"Just drink it, and don't bother tasting it." Keith instructed, "Otherwise you'll make the worse face in your life!" Eric laughed with him and then tilted his head back, pouring the liquid into his mouth and quickly swallowing it. He huffed and grabbed the table, "Whoa!" A sudden sensation of burning masked his throat, and then his stomach felt warm only a few seconds later.

"Wow, that is-" Eric huffed, "Whoa!"

"Pfffft, kid that is the weak-stuff!" Keith grinned wide and took a shot quickly, slamming the cup down and exhaling with a flick of his tail, "Damn I needed this!" Keith took two more shots of straight tequila, and then ordered a round of pure whisky, which Eric took a shot of, but found its flavor way to strong for his young palette. The bar

reeked of alcohol and musk, but the people there were enjoying them-selves rather than brooding like his father did and he enjoyed the bar-food.

His hamburger was huge, bigger than he expected and he ate it quickly while discussing with Phillip the subject of Music: he knew the reptile was nearly drunk and Eric just laughed at his glazed stare. He had talked to him for almost thirty minutes before Phillip had blatantly zoned out, Keith watched and mocked him quietly while Eric tried his best not to laugh about it. Nathan had left outside with a group of friends, and the karaoke machine was going at full volume while an amateur sang their own version of Faithfully by Journey.

"Wooot!" Keith shouted across the building, "Steve Parry would be blushing if he heard you right now!"

"Hey!" The man called from the stage, tilting slightly, "Who-ever that was can just go bite me!"

Phillip began to doze off and stared aimlessly past Eric. After six shots of straight whisky, the reptile was barely cognizant, and Eric snapped his fingers several times to get his attention, only getting a slight grin out of him. Eric had taken at least three straight shots on his own accord when the bartender was not watching him which led him to feeling so dizzy he him-self could barely focus on Phillip.

"Phillip!" Eric said loudly, waving his hand over his face, "You're spacing out!"

Keith reached over and roughly shook him. "Phil you're done man, go lay down in the truck!"

"Ah shit." Phillip laughed and stood up slowly, collapsing back onto his bum and then rolling in laughter. Nathan came to the rescue after a few minutes of excessive laughter, Phil was not a heavy drinker and it showed well enough, for by the time Nathan had led him out of the bar he was walking in his sleep.

Eric smiled and leaned back with a full stomach and Keith licked his lips, taking his eighth shot of whisky and falling back with a loud, "Woo!" His head was spinning, his eyes were wet, and his stomach felt like there was a small coal sitting right in the center as he stared at the roof, his eyes half shut and a silly smile over his snout. Keith tried to grab his wallet, fumbling with it and dropping to the table and made an almost giggle albeit it was a menacing one with the deepness of his voice.

"Jesus, I am drunk." Keith said, "Wooooooow- that whisky sure kicked my ass!"

Eric laughed and leaned forward on his elbow, he felt a slight bit dizzy and rubbed his face, "Um-I Don't think I can drive you back Uncle Keith! I feel like I'm spinning in two different directions!"

Keith looked at him with a hazy smile, "No? Well I guess Nathan will!" Keith stood up with Eric, his legs quaking while Eric hoisted on arm around his shoulder, "Careful, if I fall on you you're a goner!"

Eric grinned and led him out of the red-light illuminated bar into the cool night air where Nathan was busily talking by a bright red truck to Phillip who hung out the

window. Nathan waved to them and then moved around to the front of the truck while Eric and Keith laid down in the back of it, the dragon began laughing in his usual deep voice reaching up and banging on the window, "Come on let's go guys!"

"Oh hold ya horses!" Nathan called back, hopping into the truck and cranking it up quickly and then pulling out of the parking lot. Eric lay back in the truck and watched a line of trucks and the soft bar-light fade and then looked over at Keith who was staring up at the sky and drooling out the side of his mouth.

"Holy hell you look wasted!" Eric said over the noise of the engine, covering his face from the rush of cold air.

"I am!" Keith snickered, "I feel SO much better though! My god!"

Eric grinned back at him and then looked up to the night sky with a bright smile, "I haven't had this good of a night in years!"

Keith looked over at him and grinned at him, pulling Eric under his arm as cool wind blew against their faces, the stars moved slowly but the trees over head rapidly came and disappeared. Eric felt warm in his stomach, dizzy and as light as feather, and then chuckled.

"I can see why my dad drinks." Eric called.

"Nah, he drinks for pain. I drink for pleasure!" Keith said in an almost pledge, "Like tonight!"

Eric laughed, "You get horny when you get drunk though, so that doesn't count!"

Keith laughed loudly and sat up as the truck slowed down, moving onto his knees but then fell to his right and laughed, fumbling with the back of the truck and dropping the gate. He motioned for Eric, and they both slid onto the cold grass outside the dark house and Nathan watched from the truck window.

"You two gonna be ok?" He asked with a grin, "I can go turn ya lights on if you lads need?"

"Nah we're good!" Keith assured him, "See you boys tomorrow!"

Eric and Keith waved to the two while they helped each other walk into the house, not bothering with the lights but stumbled past the foyer and into the living room. Keith collapsed onto the couch in a huff, groaning and reaching down to unfasten his buckle to his pants, and then slid them off quickly, struggling with his shoes. He grunted, kicking off one boot, then the other, and then rested on his stomach in his underwear and sighed, "Ooooh yeeeah." Eric collapsed next to him, rolling his head back and kicked off his shoes and shirt, rubbing his face, "Pfffft-blawragwargle!"

"What the hell was that?" Keith asked with his face buried into a cushion, "Blawragaagle!?"

Eric laughing wildly and shook his head in his drunk stupor, "I dunno! I just felt like making weird noisereressverftur!"

Keith laughed too and turned onto his side, plopping down and looked at his nephew with a smile. Eric stopped laughing and looked back at him, rubbing his white chest, which felt like it had been in front of a heater.

"What?" Eric asked slowly, "You wanna go boy?"

"Boy!?" Keith said in alarm, "Oh hell no! Commere!" Keith moved onto his knees and grabbed Eric who was taken by surprise as Keith suddenly put him into an arm lock, digging his knuckles into his head.

"Aaaah! Aaah, stop it!" Eric pleaded while desperately trying to slither away, dropping off the couch and bringing Keith down onto his elbows on the floor, the lock still on his head.

"Nu uh!" Keith said childishly, "Not until you say, "I love you Uncle Keith, you're the best drinker there is!"

Eric snorted and gripped the brawny arm, "No!" He reached over underneath his Uncle's arm in an attempt to tickly him, but got no reaction and Keith merely bellowed in deep laughter. Eric then went for his stomach, and that time Keith reacted with a loud yelp and flinched: Eric sneered wide, and began to tickle the thick dragon ardently while fighting the thick arm wrapped around his neck. Eric wrestled with his Uncle in the dark; the thick white dragon thrashed and tried to bend away from Eric's long arms, and eventually was able to bend Eric around and then lay down on his body and pinned him to the floor.

"Haaahaha!! Stop tickling me!" Keith demanded, laughing rowdily as he continued to dig his knuckles into Eric's sore scalp. Eric felt the large gut pin him to the floor and tried to kick him away, but Keith's frame had him permanently pinned to the floor and he gave in, releasing his Uncle's stomach.

"There! Now let go of my neck!" Eric demanded.

"Ok ok! Fine, ya little baby!" Keith said, laughing and released his neck. Eric gasped and groaned as he dropped his head onto the floor, his thorns propping his head against the carpet. Keith laughed and looked down at him, resting on his elbow, "You're such a handsome kid: how do you not have a boyfriend?"

"What?" Eric asked in surprise, "Well I don't tell anyone, so it's kinda hard."

Keith snorted and nodded, glancing to the right, "Yeah, I know." Eric chuckled a little and laid back with his uncle pinning him down, his eyes began slowly adjusting to the blackness of the room, but he shift uncomfortably on the floor with his half nude relative over him.

"Um Uncle Keith-" Eric began, "Can you get off of me?"

Keith laughed a little, "I don't think I can move, I'm to dizzy!" Keith rested down over him and grunted, trying to shift his weight off his Nephew, but could only manage to tilt to the side slightly. Eric sighed and lay there laughing a little, the warmth of his Uncle was nice but his weigh was excruciating.

Keith made a low growl in his stomach, closing his eyes as he held a slight lock on Eric. Eric felt him being pulled against him and chuckled; He is such a kid when he is drunk. Eric looked over Keith and noticed his eyes were open slightly as he stared idly past him, and he felt a shift in weight as Keith pressed his hips firmly against his leg.

"Um-Uncle Keith-" Eric tried to say, his head still spinning, "Umph-you're humping my leg almost!"

Keith snorted and smiled wide, saying nothing and then slowly ran his hand down his Nephew's chest, growling at him gently and pressed his thick body against Eric, "I'm so horny right now-I'm sorry." Eric flinched when he felt something beginning to press against his leg and nearly panicked.

"Uncle Keith come on!" Eric laughed fretfully, too drained to move away, "This isn't funny!"

Keith pressed his face into Eric's neck and opened his mouth to bite down firmly onto the white scales, and Eric gasped immediately, "Uncle Keith, come on!" His uncle gave no response to him and Eric shuddered as he felt a hot tongue slowly glide along his neck, using all his might he pushed Keith off him only an inch or two, but the thick dragon collapsed right back onto him. Eric moaned when warm lips began to glide up and down his neck, making his heart race and he frenetically tried to escape the growing intimacy.

"I'm your nephew!" Eric barked at him, "Stop it!"

Keith looked up at him with glazed eyes and retracted his mouth as he looked down at his shaking nephew and then glanced to his left away from the couch, "W-what-Eric, what are you doing under me?"

"Me!?" Eric said in shock, "Keith, you're trying to friggin seduce me!"

Keith laughed, his elbows quivering as he dropped back down onto his Nephew, a thick cock grinding against his stomach. Eric moaned softly in shock, it felt good whatever it was and he was starting to regret even getting drunk. Keith opened his mouth and licked at his nephew's collar bone, making the young dragon shiver and in a reaction he flexed into his Uncle's abdomen, grabbing onto his shoulders.

"U-uncle Keith-please stop." Eric begged softly with a growing weakness, "Dammit, you're drunk!"

Eric growled and began to push against the large white dragon, squeezing him-self slowly to the right and rolling out from underneath with a loud huff as he breathed fully and huffed, his heart hammering behind his ribs. He looked at his Uncle in shock, and tried to stand up but could only collapse back onto his knees and stare at him with tilting vision.

"Keith?" Eric asked slowly, reaching over and grabbing his shoulder, "Keith!"

"W-what!?" Keith opened his eyes, "Huh?"

"Do you know who I am?" Eric asked.

"My nephew-I think." Keith said with a chuckle, "Um-yeah you're my nephew! What's up Eric?" Keith sat up slowly, leaning on the couch and groaning slowly, "Oh my god Eric, I'm horny!"

"Yeah, I know!" Eric said with a resonating nervousness, "You just pinned me down and bit my neck!"

Keith looked at him unsurely, "I did? OH! I am sorry!" Keith looked around the room and then pushed him-self up on the couch, and Eric looked away as he saw a large erection behind his underwear and moved him-self weakly onto his knees. He looked down at his Uncle for a few moments and then touched the place on his neck wet with saliva, whipping it clean.

"Hey Eric, will you walk me into my room?" Keith began, "I think if I sleep on the couch I'll probably fall off of it!" Keith laughed loudly and stroked his stomach, and Eric sighed and helped him off the couch, putting all the weight onto his shoulders and grunting under the strain. Keith began to talk in a slur under his breath as Eric led him down the dark hall to his room, opening the door and guiding his Uncle to his bed.

"Ok, here we go." Eric said as he helped the big white dragon into his side of the bed, helping him sit up right, and Keith looked up at him and gently grabbed onto his arm.

"Eric, commere." Keith said with calmness in his voice.

"Oh hell no!" Eric exclaimed in a mild-shock with a nervous laugh, "Not this time! Uncle Keith I don't think you realized what you tried to do!"

Keith looked at him and then pulled him down to his face and grabbed onto his jaw and opened his mouth and forced his lips and mouth against his, sliding his alcohol stained tongue into his mouth half-way. Eric screamed and tried to fight him, about to punch his Uncle in the face, but he suspended his fist in the air, his heart pounding more violently. Eric's eyes opened wide when his Uncle removed his face with a web of saliva between their lips "Come here Eric."

"U-Uncle Keith!" Eric said with a slight fear, "I-I-" Eric looked at him in shock and fear, but his Uncle's face commanded him to come into the bed, and Eric's lip quivered.

"It's ok Eric." Keith assured him, "I'm your uncle, and I want you to fuck me."

Eric felt his stomach knot, "W-why! You're drunk Keith, like REALLY drunk!"

Keith laughed and shrugged, "I know, but you're not, and you kissed me just now. So, commere all ready!"

Eric looked at him in disbelief and shook in his place "W-why do you want me to fuck you?"

Keith looked at him unsurely and rubbed his stomach, laughing a little with a drooping smile, "I dunno."

Chapter 4 - Concession

Eric stared at Keith and stood up, looking to the door and then back to him and tilted on his feet, "I-I can't have sex with my relative. Just go to bed, ok?"

Keith snorted and grabbed his hips. Before Eric could even flinch, Keith had buried his snout into Eric's waist, growling and biting onto the spot where his hard cock had pressed against the denim. Eric gasped and hissed, his body tensing up as he felt a hot alcohol stained breath and saliva wash over his virgin cock, and he trembled, moaning softly, "O-oh god-"

"Eric." Keith began slowly, firmly nuzzling into his nephew's cock, "I meant to tell you a long time ago. But the reason your father snatched you away was because he hated the fact I was gay."

Eric looked down at him with a mild disorientation from the alcohol "Why are you telling me this though, like right now!?"

"Because, you deserve to know." Keith said as he slowly stood up, falling onto his arm on the dresser and laughed a little immaturely, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but you being gay made it easier to say!"

"B-but why are you trying to perform incest with me?" Eric asked shakily, "That doesn't help anything or make sense!"

"I just want to share something with my Nephew." Keith said soothingly and then gently touched his jaw, "I love you Eric, you're my only nephew-and I have missed out on your entire life, and I want to give something back to you for it."

Eric's face suddenly softened as his uncle's large face appeared in front of his, gently brushing against him, "I want to bond with you, probably in the worst of ways."

Eric trembled, "It has to be sexual?" He looked at his Uncle with a pleading stare, but Keith's eyes were close as he gently caressed Eric's chest and neck. Keith gently kissed along the lower side of his jaw, being backed all the way into the wall the dragon knew he was not going to get out his Uncle's grasp. Keith growled softly into him, the large dragon had become so tender in those quick minutes Eric could only give in to him, and grabbed onto his forearm.

"I don't know if I can have sex with my Uncle." Eric said nervously, "And especially like this."

Keith smiled and tenderly stroked his white chest, "Eric just relax" right now we're all that matters kid."

Eric began quietly, "I'm not the kinda guy to have sex randomly though-I like too-"

"It may be the alcohol talking," Keith interrupted with a soft smile, "But I really don't want to miss the chance to give you something like this Eric."

Eric looked at Keith apprehensively but smiled at his words, for the first time in many years he remembered what it was like for someone to actually care about him: even if it was in the most disturbing of ways. He wrapped his arms around Keith's broad shoulders and slowly pressed into his gut, and Keith returned with a hand down his abs,

slowly groping and rubbing at his nephew's cock. Eric moaned softly and flexed into the large hand, gripping Keith tightly, "Uggh-Uncle Keith, you want me to top you?"

Keith smiled wide and made a low guttural growl, "Mmm, yeah I do. Let's see how big you are."

Eric chuckled a little, surprisingly he felt him-self compelled and dropped his jeans to his feet, removing his boxers where a hot white cock twitched and swelled at the cool night air. Keith growled softly and gripped it tightly in his rough hand, Eric returned with a hiss and gripped Keith's cock through his underwear and flexed into him.

"Damn, that thing is big." Keith said slowly through his lips, "It's gonna feel good when you put it inside me."

Eric smiled, his heart continued to race but he felt a completely new drive inside of him, this one made him began to drop his Uncle's underwear and bring him into a tightly locked kiss. Keith growled and began to pump his nephew's cock slowly as he leaned back onto the bed, grabbing Eric's smooth scaly ass and gripped it tightly, his eyes closed now as he lay on his back. Eric moved against him, pressing into the round and hard gut, grabbing onto Keith's shoulders as he fervently tongued his mouth, sucking back on the warm fleshy lips, his breath rapid and light.

"Calm down Eric." Keith chuckled, "You won't have a lot of stamina if you get nervous."

"Heh-I told you Uncle, men would love to be with me in bed." Eric looked down at the big dragon and ran his hand down his chest slowly, gripping the hard muscles as he flexed their cocks against one another, "Mmm, Uncle turn around and bend over."

Keith growled loudly at the words, and immediately turned his big body onto his front and moved onto his knees and elbows, raising his ass into the air and flexing his cheeks open. Eric looked down at them, gripping the large slick muscles in his hands and gave a hard smack to the ass; he had abandoned any notion of backing out, and leaned his nose down to his Uncle's tale, slowly licking along the cheeks.

"O-Oh!" Keith gasped and moaned, "Eric, I didn't know you were into that!"

Eric growled and chuckled, lifting the heavy tail out of the way, he inhaled his Uncle's musk, and gently began to lick and suck at the hole, first it was slow and tender, and then after many long minutes he became more rapid and sloppy. Keith moaned and rumbled; his hands gripping the bed as his hole received a pleasure that made his whole body recoil and melt in the lewd acts.

"Eric fuck me now." Keith nearly ordered, "It's been so long-god I want you in me nephew!"

Eric removed his mouth and then grabbed onto his cock as he moved onto his knees behind his uncle, grabbing the thick cheeks in his hand and smiled to him-self. He never imagined it, that he would mount a male, or that it would be the only person who ever made him feel wanted.

"I love you Uncle Keith." Eric said softly, rubbing the ass cheek tenderly. Keith moaned softly and smiled, looking at Keith from around his shoulder, "I love you too, Eric."

Eric spit on his cock, stroking the thick member until it was full hardness and put the glands at the pulsing orifice, and grabbed onto Keith's waste firmly as he began to slide in the cock, instantly moaning out in pleasure when he felt the tight, slick, and hot insides of his Uncle's rectum.

"Uggh! Oh my god, y-you're so tight Uncle!" Eric groaned loudly, pushing all of his cock inside to the very bass and felt the large ass cheeks of his Uncle flex and press into his pelvis. Keith grunted and groaned, it had been too long, and he forgot to prepare him-self for Eric's girth, but he restrained him-self and clutched the bed, his fangs exposed as his lips draw back into a snarl. He felt Eric began to withdraw his cock and Keith moaned loudly, almost faintly, his eyebrows raising and then furrowing when he felt a hard thrust as the cock was shoved deep into his bowels once more.

"U-uggh!" Keith grunted and moaned loudly, "Mmph, fuck me Eric! Come on; make your big Uncle moan for it!"

Eric smiled and moaned low, "Ok Uncle Keith." He slapped the thick ass again, and Keith let out a hiss of delight, and then Eric began to pound his cock deep into the ass, retracted his hips to the very tip, and then thrust inside. Keith's groans and growls reverberated in the room, he had never heard a male make such noises and delighted in the fact he caused so much pleasure and strain on the large dragon. His cock swelled and pulsed from the attention, small streams of precum oozed out inside of Keith, and Eric's thick member stretched out the neglected hole by nearly two-inched: which was more than enough to make Keith's cock twitch from the abuse to his prostate.

"Yeah-uggh, mmmph, come on boy, fuck me harder!" Keith groaned and moved up on his hands, arching his back and spreading his legs as he craned his head backward, "Urrrrrgh! Come on Eric, I want you to really fuck me!"

Eric huffed and began to thrust even harder and faster into him, his breath light and quick, and the lewd slapping of his balls into Keith's ass brought the scene into a more erotic stance. Keith grunted with each hard thrust, the bed creaked and the room smelt of sex, the musk was decadent and Keith bit onto his lips, drooling out the side of his mouth almost. Behind him, his nephew griped the waist even tighter as he held his breath in portions where he slammed his cock in so deep and hard it just about harmed Keith. Eric leaned over him, grabbing onto his shoulders as he thrust feverishly and closed his eyes tightly, "Oh god, Uncle Keith I am getting close to cumming!"

Keith grinned wide and hissed loudly, "Ok-pull it out!"

Eric stopped, pulling out his cock and panting softly, watching the glazed member twitch and bob just a few inches from the pulsing hole. Keith turned over onto his back and laid flat, his legs spread and Eric looked down at him, "Mmm, can I suck your cock Uncle Keith, before I fuck you again?"

Keith smiled and laughed, "Go ahead boy, I'll cum quickly; my cock is sensitive."

Eric smirked, "That's cute." Eric leaned down onto elbow over his uncle, bringing the thick member to his mouth, tasting the bitter-sweet precum. His cock was half soft but it quickly hardened as Eric sucked and rubbed the thick balls and round belly, Keith all the while moaning quietly now, gently stroking Eric's face and head.

"Mmm, you like that?" Keith asked through his lips, "You like your Uncle's thick meat?"

Eric nodded with a muffled, 'Mmmhm." He sucked on the thick meat with a slow tenderness, his tongue gliding over the foreskin slowly, sliding inside and gently caressed the spaced between. Keith shuddered and groaned loudly, and Eric grabbed hold of the bass and began to pump the cock up and down, alternating his head with his hand as he had seen in videos so oft. Keith flexed into his face, the thick balls softly rolling against his Jaw, and Eric could hear the dragon was getting close and continued to suck at the same pace, bringing his lips back with a wet smack before taking the cock back into his mouth.

"Ohh-o-oh shit, I'm about to cum!" Keith growled loudly and wrapped a leg over Eric's face, locking it into his cock as he let a long, loud Grrrrruuuuugh! Keith's cock swelled to the fullest level, tightening while Eric pulled back the foreskin, opening his mouth as hot thick wads of cum began to spray onto his tongue in powerful gushes. Keith's tail slapped the bed and curled, instinctively around Eric, and the nephew smiled warmly as he swallowed the mouthful of cum, sucking and licking Keith clean. The experience made them both a little more sober, and Eric move onto his knees now over his Uncle who was panting with a smile.

"Mmmmm, now it's my turn Uncle." Eric said in a low voice as he grabbed the thick legs, and bent them upward, "Spread that tail for me."

"Mmm, yes sir." Keith replied as he pulled his knees to his chest, holding them up while Eric positioned his cock at the hole, and grabbed onto a thickly muscled calf. Eric pushed the cock in again, this time hard and closed his eyes half-way and did not waste time to began pounding his Uncle, this time he watched his face as it wrench into expressions of tension and ecstasy.

"Uggh, god, yes, fuck me Eric, fuck me hard!" Keith implored, "God-dammit, you're cock is so big!"

Eric seized both thick legs, as he began to smash his hips into his uncle fast and aggressively, his balls slapping loudly and rapidly against the thick white ass, and his cock spreading the hole wide. Keith huffed and gasped while Eric moaned and grunted with each powerful impetus, and after many long minutes of prying the hole wide he could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching and arched his back.

"I-uggh! Do you want my cum in you?" Eric asked in a light breath.

"Mmph, fuck it all inside of me!" Keith grunted with a snarl, "Smear it all around me nephew!"

Eric groaned and huffed, growling, panting, and thrusting his cock as hard as he could as a swelling euphoria engulfed him and in a sudden rush, he slammed his cock deep into Keith and roared out in ecstasy.

"Urrrrrgh! Urrrgh! F-uck!" Eric jerked and tensed up as his cock gushed cum in the hardest and most intense orgasm he had in his entire life, so hard he dug his nails into Keith's leg and clenched his jaw tightly. Keith moaned underneath of him, his eyes opening as he watched the white dragon sporadically fuck him until the cumming stopped, and Eric panted softly. He looked at his Uncle and laughed softly, gently flexing his cock in and out, smearing the seed all over the rectum before pulling it out as it began to soften, and then collapsed onto him.

"Oh my god-Uncle Keith-" Eric huffed, clutching the dragon tightly as his body shivered, "I-I love you so much."

Keith moaned softly and held onto Eric tightly, his eyes closing again, "Mmm-I love you so much Eric." He tucked his nephew into his chest and gently kissed over his neck and head, caressing his back softly along the some membrane of his folded wings. Eric clung onto the large reptile in a childlike manner, his eyes shut as he relished the afterglow and could only smile with nothing else to say.

? ? ?

Days followed that night between the two and Eric and Keith had sex every evening, for four days in a row the two unleashed, a sexual conquest that seemingly could not end until Friday came and they decided they would take a break. Eric overcame his negativity towards the incest after the first day, though it lingered with him over his head he quickly shredded his doctrines to be in love with his Uncle Keith. The living room had been repaired at the old woman's house, Keith was paid for his work and Michael handled financial work from his own apartment: for the first time in years, Eric felt a sense of peace.

But, it wasn't until the afternoon he received a text message from his mother that now he opened it, he felt a surge of worry, anger, and fear overcame him. Silently he stared at his cell-phone until Keith came in through the living room doors with grocery bags in his arms, and stared at the white dragon worriedly.

"What is wrong kid?" Keith set the bags down on the table, "You look like someone just died."

"Yeah-in a way." Eric lowered his hand to his knee and stared at the roof, his chest erupting with emotion and his mind vacant of anything else. He stared at the wooden roof, and then laughed a little weakly, "Son of a bitch-"

"What is it?"

Eric sighed and then looked down at his phone and frowned, "Hey Eric! It's mom! Well things are working out! We're coming to pick you up in a few days! Love you!" Eric

turned his red eyes to Keith who stared at him blankly, his large face empty of emotion and his eyes wide with shock.

"But, your mother said it would be for the summer!" Keith began, "How the hell are they situated all ready?"

Eric looked away and sighed softly, "It's my dad-I know it is; he wants me out of here. I know he has something to do with it!"

Keith frowned and rubbed his face, "Come on Eric, he hates me but your mom is more in control."

"No, she isn't." Eric began slowly, "Sometimes, but when he doesn't get his way he is destructive. He drinks, fights, and cusses: he probably broke something, or scared my Aunt, and she wants him out of there so I have to come back to make HIM happy!" Eric stood and slammed his hand into the couch, chunking his cell phone at the wall and shattering it into several metallic pieces and screamed, "God dammit!"

"Eric!" Keith shouted, "Calm the hell down! You don't need to act like that!"

"I'm tired of this!" Eric screamed as he gripped his face and growled loudly, "I'm so sick of him getting his way! I never get anything! ANYTHING! No friends, no home, NOTHING BECAUSE OF HIM!!!"

Keith rushed to Eric quickly and grabbed the dragon before he could break something else as he sobbed with anger, and he pinned him into a tight embrace despite the shouts to be let go.

"Calm down now!" Keith pleaded, "Just calm down!"

Eric shuddered and snorted through his nose, whipping his eyes. He trembled against his Uncle as he breathed rapidly, grabbing onto him and buried his face into his chest, "I'm just-so tired of him! I've always been alone because of him!" Eric growled loudly in his throat, digging his hands into Keith's thick back and gritted his teeth hard, sobbing hard and without control into his chest.

Keith closed his eyes, gently he stroked Eric's back and held his head close to him, "Eric-there is nothing that we can do."

Eric sniffled and whipped his face, taking in deep breathes and staring at the wet place on the t-shirt, "Yeah-yeah there is."

"What?" Keith asked uncertainly.

Eric smiled a little and chuckled, "It will make him hate me, but I'll tell him I am gay and want to live here instead."

Keith released him and looked at him with disbelief, "Eric think of what it will do to your mom! She has to put up with it, and everything else. You shouldn't just drop it all on them like that!"

Eric grunted and stood up against him, "I know, but I have to leave someday! And I am not going to spend my life hiding from my dad, letting him own me!" Eric crossed his arm as he looked away from his Uncle's agitated stare and took a deep breath and breathed slowly. "I know my mom can handle it, she knows I am gay. My dad doesn't."

Keith glared at him, "Eric that is only going to cause more problems for them! Trust me, I know, I went through it and you did too!"

"What else should I do!?" Eric growled, "Just, let him ruin my life and keep me from you for two years!?" Eric shook his head and stared at Keith defiantly, "I am not going to let him take me away, not from you, or anything else! He is an intolerant fool!"

Keith sighed and looked at him with defeat as he rolled his eyes, "Dammit Eric-" Keith reached for him and grabbed his shoulder firmly, "I want you hear as much as you want to be here. But I don't want to see everyone get hurt in the process! When your dad snatched you away it killed me!"

Eric looked at him, his eyes still red and wet and frowned, "Then why are you going to let him do it again?"

"Cause you are HIS son, and I can't control him!" Keith replied, "I can't just tell my brother to not be a fucking alcoholic!"

Eric growled, "But I can! I don't care what he thinks! You don't know how miserable he has made me, all the things he has said in his stupors! I am tired of it, and my mom is tired of seeing it. I am going to do something about it that is it!"

Eric nearly shouted his final words as he stomped passed Keith and left the house, slamming the door behind him and stomped out into the cool afternoon air and gripped his fist, staring idly into the forest and then opened his wings, sprinting and catching a draft across the yard and into the thinner coppice.

Eric slammed his feet into the dry grass and dirt, stomping past all the low branches as he let them slap him in the face, suffering numerous scratches to his snout and chest. He stomped his way in blind furry to the clubhouse he had not visited in weeks, thrashing all the branches and foliage out of the way as he sat down and leaned against the decaying wall and slammed his head back with a stifled cry of distress. He crossed his arms over his knees and buried his face into them, and for many long minutes, he could only cry in anger and churning misery.

The confides of the clubhouse provided a primordial comfort and safety, in some ways he felt he was oblivious and hidden, and when he finally stopped crying and gritting his teeth the dragon eventually fell asleep against the wall of his clubhouse.

? ? ?

It was two hours later Eric emerged from the clubhouse and the sun had gone down, and his mind was back to its quitted state. He stared out through the small door in wonder, never having been so mad in his life he felt a rush of guilty and quickly crawled out into the woods, and slowly navigated his way back into his Uncle's yard. The lights were off and Eric slowly pushed open the door to find his Uncle was sleeping on the couch and he leaned down to him and gently touched his arm, "Uncle Keith?"

"Hmmm?" Keith said slowly, opening his eyes and seeing Eric, "Eric-you're covered in dirt."

Eric looked at his clothes and nodded a bit, "Yeah-I am sorry, for yelling." Keith sat up and yawned a little, rubbing his stomach and nodding as he looked at Eric tiredly, "its fine kid, I know you were mad. But look-about earlier, if you want to stay with me, I will help any way I can ok? I just don't want anyone hurt, not Amber especially."

Eric nodded a little and sat down next to him, "I know-but mom will understand, I think. It's just standing up to my dad will be harder, I don't know if I can get that mad again!"

Keith laughed and wrapped his arm around Eric, "I'll be there, so don't you worry. If he tries anything, I'll drop 'em. My brother knows I don't mess around."

Eric smiled in that comfort and leaned over to kiss his Uncle softly, and Keith returned by grabbing Eric's snout and firmly kissing his white lips, sliding his tongue slowly into his Nephew's mouth with a low 'Mmmm.'

"Come on, let's get some dinner and then get some sleep ok? It's been a hard day, and we got work tomorrow again."

Chapter 5 - Bound

"Why the hell isn't he answering!?" Richard growled in frustration, "Dammit that boy is so damn irresponsible! Last time I get him a fucking cell-phone or ANYTHING!"

"Richard just stop all ready!" Amber pleaded with a sigh of grief, "Damn hunny! He is probably working with Keith-"

"Don't even mention that faggot to me!" Richard nearly shouted in the passenger seat of the car, casting his wife a threatening growl, "I told you not to!"

Amber scowled back at him and turned her eyes to the road, taking a deep breath. "Dammit-Richard, we came to North Carolina to escape all this shit! You promised me you would stop drinking like that!"

She turned to her husband and stared him down as she scowled at the red-light, "You can't even hold a promise to me, why do you think your son resents you!?"

Richard began to lift his fist into the air when the car behind them beeped and Amber stared at him with narrowed eyes, "Go on! Hit me! See what the fuck happens if you do Richard! I'll drop your mother fucking ass!"

A car beeping behind them interrupted Amber's shouting, she spun around again, stomping on the gas pedal, the car jerked forward with a cry, and Richard sat back quietly, his eyes upon his wife on occasion. The road filtered off into less dense traffic and small businesses and apartments followed them, all the while Richard could only brood in anger at his wife, and his son.

It only took four days for her husband to break his promise of sobriety, as was predicted, and then go on a massive rant about his son being around his Uncle. She had tried to prevent it, hoping Eric would be able to enjoy something for once, but as usual,

Richard ruined it for him. She gripped the steering wheel hard; quietly she stared at the road as they drove in silence for a long hour out of North Carolina.

"You know that damn boy is probably wasting his entire damn time sitting around the damn house." Richard began, not caring what his wife would think and spat his words madly, "And Keith is probably convincing him I am just a fucking piece of shit."

Amber groaned loudly and slapped the wheel hard and looked at him, "Dammit Richard it is not always about you! Keith does not even talk about you, not like you do about him!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW!?" The dragon roared at his wife and slapped her across the face abruptly, "HUH!? You stupid bitch, how do you fucking-"

The hard slam of a hand into his face and the swerving of the car into the side of the road immediately cut off Richard's rant. Richard recoiled and grabbed his snout as his wife's balled hand began to slam into it three more times before Amber retracted it. Richard hissed and pulled him-self up from the door and glared at his wife who stared back with wide eyes and shaking arms.

"Fuck you, you stupid bitch- AAAAH!" Richard screamed as his wife dug her nails into his face and the dragon was too intoxicated to be able to fight her off him.

"Get the hell off me!" Richard shouted as he tried to kick his wife away, but she had navigated over the seat and pinned his hand against his ribs, and slammed his head to the dashboard.

"Just because you're a man, doesn't mean you can treat people like this!"

Amber stared down at him, holding him still until she felt comfortable nd climbed off him and resumed her place in the driver's seat. Richard said nothing, his masculinity shot to the ground as he stared at her, whipping saliva from his mouth, thought of obscene words, and gripped his fist wanting to beat her. She pulled back onto the pavement, and continued their slow and then silent trip through South Carolina.

Dusk fell as the couple drove along a dark road in Tennessee and the roads had filtered from busy traffic and detours to rest stops: now it was long stretch of dirt road. Richard had fallen asleep for a few hours, with bright blood-red scratches down the side of his face, and Amber would occasionally glance over at him with remorse and grief. He stayed asleep for several hours; however as they pulled onto the dirt road of Neilson St. the dragon awoke from his slumber with a groan, touching his face and hissing. Amber slowed down the car to a stop as they emerged from the path in the forest and she looked up at the house with apprehension, and then sighed.

"Ok-" Amber said softly as she took off her seatbelt, "I'm going to go get him."

"I'm coming in too." Richard stated as he undid his seatbelt and crawled out of the car slowly.

Amber sighed as she opened the door and her husband followed, standing a few feet from her, she and the dragon walked slowly to the front porch, and before she could knock Richard slammed his fist onto the door as hard as he could.

"Eric? Come on boy open the damn door!" Richard shouted, "Come on!"

"Richard!" Amber scolded, "God dammit stop!"

Richard snarled at her and waited for a few moments, and then knocked as hard as he could again. He waited for a minute, then out of impatience spun away, stomped off the porch, and stomped to the back of the house. Amber waited for a moment then heard glass shatter, and then the door was kicked open: and reluctantly, she followed her husband. . .

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Keith smiled and laughed, reaching over and tucking Eric under his arm and kissing his snout lovingly, "I never knew that Kenny Rogers wrote a song about gang rape!"

"Well," Eric smiled with pride, "There is a reason I hate country music."

"Well it's not ALL bad! Reba is pretty nice, so is Twitty!" Keith chuckled and slowed the truck down as they turned onto the white dirt road, unaware of the trouble that lay ahead. Eric leaned over to Keith and rubbed his stomach, his hungry mouth suckling onto his Uncle's thick neck and the big dragon groaned, smiling and huffing, "Mmmm, damn boy you're getting me hard as a rock!"

"Mmmm, you're the best Uncle ever." Eric said softly as he licked at his Uncle's neck, "I'm so fucking horny right now."

Keith groaned and nodded, flexing his hips in the seat and glancing to him, "Oh yeah? This big dragon is looking for some action from his nephew!"

"Heh-I'm gonna mount you right through the wall!" Eric grinned at Keith who growled back at him, reaching over and cupping his Nephew's groin and hissing, slowing down the car on the road to relish the moment. Eric hissed and moaned softly as the large hand grabbed for his cock, and he held onto the large bicep and began to suck harder on the neck. He stopped when Keith released his neck slowly and stopped hissing as Eric bit onto his neck.

"What is it?" Eric said, "You want to have sex here?"

Keith stared ahead with a deep frown, "Eric, sit down in the seat, and stop moving." Keith's tone was hollow and Eric immediately responded as he sat down in the seat. His eyes scanned ahead and he caught site of what had disturbed his uncle: the rusted Volvo sitting in the front yard, and the living room lights being on.

"Oh no-" Eric said in a shaky voice, a sudden fear making his stomach lurch in anxiety, "Not tonight-Not tonight!"

Keith took a deep breath as the truck slowed to a stop, and the door opened with a bright light that filled the front yard. He reached into the back, grabbing their dinner and then looked to his scared nephew, "Remember what I said Eric, I'm right here for you all the way."

Eric nodded as he took a deep breath, it was all too sudden, he did not expect it to be so quick, but he reluctantly grabbed onto the door handle and stepped out of the truck. Keith and him closed the doors and approached the house, Eric was scared and Keith could tell: he walked close to him with a rush of adrenaline that made his arms feel light as they carried the heavy cartoons of food.

Amber emerged from the door way and looked at her son with a nervous smile, then to Keith who nodded to her. She did not have to say anything, when Richard emerged next to her with a glowering stare she stood her ground, as her son stepped onto the steps.

"I found your cell phone." Richard growled, his tone carrying the weight of a scorned father. He tossed the handful of shattered metallic remains onto the floor in front of Eric and crossed his arms, "You broke the mother fucker!"

"Y-yeah, I did." Eric replied as smoothly as he could, standing next to Keith shakily. Richard's eyes were wide, he was drunk and it, he reeked of alcohol and slumped to his side, and Eric forced him-self to remain vigilant despite the swelling dread.

"Well, how you expect to pay me back?" Richard growled, "You gonna work for that fucking money or am I gonna beat it out of you!"

"You won't lay a GOD DAMN HAND on MY nephew!" Keith suddenly boomed as he dropped the groceries to the floor, his adrenaline beginning to surge. "Not as long as I am here!"

"Oh shut up you fucking faggot!" Richard snapped immediately, his teeth bare as he snarled, "I can do whatever the FUCK I want with my son!"

Keith glared and snarled back, "No the HELL you can't!

Richard snarled and balled his fists, "You better get in the fucking car Eric before I bust your fucking mouth open right in front of this faggot!"

"Do you think dad or mom would want to see how you are?!" Keith shouted, and Eric stood close with fear, "Do you think mom would be proud to see her son THREATENING HIS OWN CHILD!"

Richard shouted land lunged for the large dragon, and Keith responded with an immediate slinging of his strong right arm right into Richard's mouth. He roared in pain and instantly began to bleed; Amber snatched Eric from the scene and pulled him into the house. Eric shouted and snatched his arm way from her as his mom shut the door and pressed her back into it, locking it behind her.

"Mom!" Eric growled, "We can't just leave Uncle Keith out there!"

"Hunny! You can't do anything!" She pleaded, "I'm sorry Eric: I really am! But if we didn't come get you his stupid ass was going to call the cops to get you, and I didn't want you to go through that!"

Eric stared at her, and then past the window in agony as he listened to the struggle, the voices melted together as they fought on the porch, the sound of

connecting punches and slamming made him shiver in rage. Keith grunted and shouted, he heard a loud thud as the dragon collapsed back onto his swing set, gripping his mouth which that had begun to fill with blood.

"Eric get your fucking ass out here!" Richard demanded as he beat his fist into the door.

Amber backed away as Richard began to pound onto the door, and Keith shouted something as he slammed his fist into Richard's back. The dragons screamed in pain, and Keith slammed Richard into the door, busting the doorknob and sending him forward onto his knees. He spun around quickly and avoided Keith's punch to his face, bringing his own fist to the dragon's stomach and then slammed his face into Keith's. The dragon moaned loudly in pain, clutching his snout as he stumbled backwards onto the porch, and collapsed with a heavy thud.

"Bitch you better fucking move." Richard snarled, "Or I swear to god, I'm going to kill you and Eric!"

"No!" Amber shouted and raised her fists as she took a defensive position, "I'm not letting you hurt my son!"

Richard sneered almost, glaring at them and whipping his mouth, "I'm going to kill that dumb faggot!"

Eric trembled and backed away, "Come on mom, let's go!"

"Hunny get out of the house!" Amber shouted as Richard lunged forward, but his wife who slammed her fists into his face, sending him back into the wall, cutting him off. Richard snarled loudly and covered his face, grabbing her hand and then bringing his fist into her face with a hard smack, sending his wife to the floor. Amber moaned and pushed herself away from the dragon and took a step towards her.

"Dad!" Eric began, hoping to distract the dragon, "You can go suck a fucking dick for all I care!"

"WHAT!? I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU STUPID LITTLE FAGGOT!" Richard roared and ran after his son, Eric had all ready darted out of the kitchen and around the house where Keith appeared, gripping his bloodied face.

"Keith he is coming!" Eric nearly shouted, and Keith looked ahead with red eyes.

"Get behind me." He said sternly, "Where is Amber?"

"On the floor-" Eric almost whimpered. He gripped Keith tightly, shivering and crying in panic, and Keith immediately pulled him behind him. Inside Amber and Richard screamed back a slur of obscenities, there was a struggle that lasted for a few moments and then glass was broken, and Eric listened in horror as his mother howled in pain. He gripped his fists tightly as adrenaline pumped through his body, shaking and gasping his breaths and spun around to look back at Keith who was bleeding out of his mouth. Richard emerged from the kitchen door, stumbling and dropping down the steps, and looked at the two dragons with a sickening, and perverse smile.

Keith picked up a large plank of wood lying beside the house and lifted it into the air, "You come over here, and I'll break your fucking ribs Richard!"

"Oh yeah!?" Richard shouted, "You just wait! That boy can't stay here forever! He'll have to come home; I'll make sure of it!" Richard flashed a wicked grin, "And I'll make sure he gets what's coming to him!"

Eric gripped his knuckles so tight that his arms shook and he stood in direct view of his father who slumped to his right.

"Well boy!" Richard shouted, "You gonna act like a pussy and hide behind a queer all night!?"

"Dad." Eric began as calmly as he could, though he could not shake the quakes in his words, "Dad, I am gay, just like my Uncle!"

Richard blinked, tilting his head, "What did you just say?"

"I fuck men!" Eric shouted at the top of his lungs, "I fuck guys! I am a fucking faggot! Your only son is gay! YOUR-ONLY-SON-LIKES-TO-FUCK-MEN!"

Richard's eyes went as wide as they could as he stared at the white dragon and he chuckled, whipping the blood from his mouth, "I knew you were a cock-sucking queer! You got it written all over ya!" He spat on the ground and stepped forward, "I'll do to ya, what I did to your mom! TEACH YOU TO DISREPECT ME!"

Keith glared, "Richard, if only mom could see you! You selfish piece of shit!"

Richard spat at the ground, ignored him as he stepped toward his son, and then ran at him full speed. Keith intercepted with the plank of woof, slamming it into Richard's Jaw, and sending him crashing into the bushes to the right. Richard roared in pain and gripped his face, his legs trembling as he shouted and bled onto the dark soil, screaming so loud his voice disturbed the birds in the quiet forest. His jaw was broken and Keith looked away from him and then to his petrified Nephew as he took slow breaths to remain as calm as he could.

"Eric go see if your mom is all right." Keith urged, "I'll take care of him."

Eric rushed into the house where his mom lay on the floor, sobbing as she held her face; her snout was covered in blood as she lay in a puddle of broken glass. "MOM!" Eric shouted, falling to his knees he pulled her away from the glass.

"Mom, mom! Mom please get up!" Eric cried, though his mom tried to respond the shattered glass left a concussion, and the dragon hastily reached for her cell phone, his trembling thumbs smashing into the numbers, multiple times until he managed to call the police department.

"Hello, Brown County Police Department, what is your emergency?" The voice began in a smooth, almost calmness.

"M-my dad just smashed a glass into my mom's head, and is trying to kill me and my family!"

"Ok sir, what is your address?"

"S-six, one, five, five, nine, Neilson St.!" Eric stuttered, "Tell them to bring an ambulance!"

"Ok sir. Does your father have a weapon?" The man asked slowly, "And is he in the house?"

"No!" Eric said quickly, "N-no, my Uncle knocked him out."

"Ok, sir, please take your mom into a safe room, and lock your-selves inside. Is your Uncle ok?"

"L-lemme check." Eric said as he stood, and glanced out the window. Richard was on his feet, screaming, and Keith was backing away slowly with the large plank of wood clutched tightly, "Y-yeah he is ok!"

"Ok, we'll be there as quickly as we can."

CLICK!

Eric pulled his mom into his arms, standing on the floor with shaking legs and hurriedly carried her to his Uncle's bedroom and laid her on the bed, rushing to find alcohol, a cold towel and clean the blood off her. He sobbed as he stared down at his mom whose face was weak, the quietness outside had died off, but inside his mind he heard constant screaming, the beating of drums, and looked around the room desperately.

I'll kill him! Eric shouted in his brain, pulling away from his mind as he grabbed a bat from the open closer, I'll fucking kill him!

Eric disappeared out of the bedroom, locking the door behind him and ran outside to where Keith was, having drug Richard around to the front of the yard and the dragon lay in a heap. Keith bled dark warm blood out of his mouth and nose down his chest, throat, and his breathing was rigid and quick, and his eyes remained focused completely on his brother. He did not notice, as Eric appeared clutching the bat so tight, his hands were shaking.

Eric stared down at his dad who couched and spat, moving up onto his feet and then swayed as he caught him-self and spat, "Cheap shot, you fucking shit!"

Eric stared at him as he held the bat in his hand and Keith took notice of his presence, only for moment, long enough to watch as Keith slammed the bat onto his father's hand with a hard, sickening, CRACK!

"AAAAAAH!" Richard screamed in agony as he collapsed onto his back and Keith rushed to Eric and pushed him away, snatching the bat from his hands, "ERIC!"

"Let me go!" Eric shouted fighting to get out of Keith's grasp, away from the bloody hand and face, "God dammit he nearly killed my mom!"

"ERIC STOP!" Keith pleaded and whipped the blood dripping down his lips away, "That is enough! He won't be able to do anything now!"

Eric hissed and growled loudly, but he slowly stepped away from Keith who looked down at his brother, then tossed the bat to the side. Richard howled and clutched his hand, sobbing in pain and bleeding into the grass, coiled into a small ball.

He stared down at his father with rage, then after a few minutes of the dragon laying there in a heap, he stopped caring: and then Keith led him inside of the house, waiting outside and watched his brother. . .

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The police and ambulance arrived fifteen minutes later; the response time was less than satisfactory but the family had retreated inside with Richard locked inside of his car. The police opened the car and received no struggled as they handcuffed the barely conscious dragon, and stuffed him into the back of the vehicle, one officer inside gathering the story from Eric and Keith. His mom received treatment on the spot, with several stitches to her head, a total of eight: she seemed all right, she was sleeping in the ambulance and Eric waited with her and Keith.

"Well Keith, this is quiet a mess." The officer began, whipping his perspiring forehead, "How have you been, anyways?"

"Good." Keith answered as he rubbed his face where a series of bandages covered the deep claw marks. "Sorry to bring you out here Barney."

"It's fine." Barney sighed, "Well, we're taking him into custody over night. And then after that, we'll charge him with aggravated assault, battery, and whatever else that bastard has earned." The police officer looked to Eric and sighed, "Are you ok son?"

Eric nodded a little, as he stood against the banister of the porch with his arms crossed, not saying much. He looked at the police car where he dad sat, and then to the back of the ambulance where his mom lay on a gurney, "You're not going to force me to go back with him are you?"

The officer sighed, "Well, no. That is not really my jurisdiction; DCF would probably say it would be best if you were given to another family."

Eric's face went pale and the officer smiled, "But: we'll just say you're living here for the next few months. Nevertheless, tomorrow, we will need you to come in for questioning, and then tell us again what happened. Ok?"

"Ok, I will." Eric said slowly.

"And don't worry; this bastard will get what's coming to him. We don't take domestic abuse well in the state of Oklahoma!" Barney laughed a little, shaking Keith's hand and then disappeared to his vehicle with another officer.

Eric smiled a little and the officer said good night to Keith. The ambulance's siren pierced into the night air as it drove down the light dirt path and then the yard became dark, and vacant, and the dragons stood there in silence. Eric glanced to his Uncle who looked over and opened his arm to him, and Eric immediately embraced him as tight as he could and buried his fact into his chest. Eric sighed softly and shuddered, he closed his eyes and stayed there for several minutes, and Keith leaned down to kiss his snout softly.

"Come on Eric," Keith said slowly, "Let's go inside and get the place cleaned up. Are you still hungry?"

"Yeah, I guess since the adrenaline is gone." Eric admitted unsteadily, "Uncle Keith-I am sorry, for the whole thing."

Keith shook his head and gently stroked his nephew's cheek and kissed his nose, "Don't be, that bastard deserved it-but let's go in, clean up, eat, and deal with this shit tomorrow, ok?"

Eric nodded, and Keith smiled as he softly kissed the boy's lips, and then led him into the house with the cold dinner, setting it on the table with a disgruntled sigh. Eric picked up the splintered parts of the door, tossing them into the garbage and grabbed a broom, sweeping the broken glass out of the floor while Keith examined the damage to his back door. Eric's mind was blank and numb, while Keith contemplated the repairs that the front back would need, as well as the marks on the front porch. The house was silent for half an hour as the two cleaned, and after a long enough wait Keith began to pull out the Styrofoam

"So-what happens next?" Eric asked as dumped the glass into the garbage can, "Are we-still going to live together?"

Keith smiled, "Eric, I'm not going to dump you because of my stupid brother!"

Eric trembled slightly but smiled at him, "Ok-I guess I'm just scared because of everything."

Keith nodded and sighed as he looked around the house slowly, "Well, he did one hell of a job. Good thing you broke his fingers, now he'll think twice before doing this again!"

Eric laughed weakly and Keith smiled at him, "We'll go pick up your mom tomorrow as well: we've got a lot of bull shit ahead of us!" The large dragon sighed and touched his face with a hiss. Eric looked up and gently kissed his Uncle's neck and Keith responded with a low guttural moan, "God damn I am gonna need a lot of that!"

Eric laughed a little shakily, "A lot of sex? Yeah, I think I am too!"

Keith grinned and firmly grasped Eric's ass, "Let's get this finished Eric, then we'll do some incest love-making!"

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Early the next morning, Keith and Eric drove twenty minutes to Brown County hospital where Amber was waiting in her room, relaxing back on the bed. She greeted them with her same bright personality, a dark line of stitched underneath her horns and remarked she had suffered worse in Special Forces. Amber dressed and returned home for half an hour, eating a real breakfast at the table and the three of them forgot of the incident for the time being: until it was time for them to head back to the department. When they reached the tall, mocha-colored stone building, Eric was more than happy to

recount the events on paper, as well as his mom and Uncle. Their stories were identical, and the officer set them aside as he continued to speak to them.

"So, you left him there to pursuit work with your sister? Are you still working there?"

"Yes, I am." She continued, "We're supposed to be going back today."

"Are you going to press charges?" The officer continued. Amber looked to Eric who did not seem to care, and then to Keith.

"Honestly, I think you should." Keith continued, "He needs help, serious help, and Eric needs to be with someone who can look out for him."

"Well-he is nearly eighteen." Amber said slowly, and then looked to the officer, "Yes, I will press charges when we are back in North Carolina."

"Good, we will escort him to the federal prison, and they can take over from there." The officer, named Francis, stapled the testimonials together and then sat them down.

Eric looked up and smiled a little at his Uncle, who winked back at him. The meeting ended after, the group emerged into the bright sunlight, and the three stood outside the building, talking idly for a few minutes while Keith checked his watch.

"Ok-I am going to go to the house before work." Keith began slowly, apprehensive to leave. "Eric, are you going to come join me later?"

"Sure he will." Amber said quickly, "I just need to talk to him for a few minutes." Eric looked up at her and then to Keith who hugged him tightly, trying to not making a lewd suggestion as he stepped into his truck, and then pulled onto the highway. Eric sat down in the passenger's side that smelt like whisky, and he rolled down the window and glanced to his mom who stared at the dashboard with teary eyes.

"Mom-what is wrong?"

"Hunny-I am so sorry." His mom began as she struggled not to cry, whipping her eyes, "Sweety, I am so sorry!"

Eric reached over and hugged his mom gently, and the dragoness pulled her son tightly into her chest, crying hard and then whipping her face as she sniffled, "I want you to say with your Uncle. Ok? No questions, or buts, I want you to stay with him."

She took Eric's jaw into his and looked him in his eyes, "When he goes to jail, I might not be able to support you and me with my sister. Besides-you'll be happier."

"B-but mom-what about you? Where are you gonna live?"

"My sister." She said with a smile, and laughed lightly, "Hunny I am close to my sister, she will let me stay there as long as I need! Long as Richard doesn't come back, which he won't, ever."

She released her son and looked at him firmly, "And hunny-I know about you and Keith."

"W-what?" Eric stuttered, "What do you mean?"

"About the construction work!" She said with a giggle and whipped her eyes once more, "I know he is teaching you, and I am happy! I didn't know you were into carpentry!"

Eric laughed in relief, whipping his head nd rolled his eyes, "Oh, yeah, he is! It's going rough now, since the last guy left: so-he is having a rut of a time."

His mom laughed and sighed as he started the car, "Ok sweety let's get you back there ok? I've got a long drive ahead of me, and work to get back!"

"You can't stay, for a few days?" Eric asked hopefully.

"No sweety, I can't." She answered, "But, I can call you on Keith's cell: which I will!"

"Heh, all right! Sorry about the phone, I was so mad-" Eric admitted.

"It's fine sweety; it was a piece of shit phone anyways." She laughed and patted her son on his shoulder as she drove him back to the house: Eric embraced his mom tightly, and she kissed him on the cheek and Keith too before waving to the two and then backed out of the yard. Eric waved to her one more time before she disappeared into the woods, and he felt a sense of sovereignty as he stood in the yard in his bloodstained jeans. Keith sighed and grabbed onto his hip, pulled him next to him with a smile, and rumbled, "You ok kid?"

"Yeah, just a little shocked." Eric said, "I didn't expect things to go this way."

"Bet you didn't expect to be making love to your Uncle either!" Keith grinned and laughed, and Eric blushed a little, reaching over and grabbing the dragon's thick ass.

"And I'm about to do it again!" Eric proclaimed, "Come on; let's have some sex before we go to work."

Keith raised an eyebrow and grinned, "Mmm-hmm, yes sir."

Epilogue

Several weeks had pissed since the incident on Neilson St. Richard had been put in rehab for his drinking problems, and was making only a mild recovery, receiving an occasional visit from his now ex-wife. Amber's sister had a friend who was a contractor like Keith, and within a few weeks of negotiation Keith's contracting business had taken new heights and he had his own building in the city where licensed to him, and his Nephew. Eric and Keith's relationship soared and the two spent every possible moment with one another when they were not busy with construction.

After two months, Eric was eighteen, and legally old enough to do what he wanted: of course, to Keith's shock, the first Eric did was buying a sexual toy from online with his money: and then, bought a wedding band, for Keith to wear.

"Hehe-you're such a pervert kid, Eric."

"Oh you don't know." Eric chuckled as he lay over top of his musky Uncle, their noses against each other in the afterglow of their most recent sexual conquest. Keith

held onto Eric's ass with both hands and hissed, massaging them as his Nephew pushed his cock slowly against his stomach.

"So what exactly does a cock ring do?" Keith asked.

"It constricts blood glow, engorges the cock, and elongates the orgasm!" Eric chirped excitedly, "Ours are coming in, next week!"

Keith grunted and pulled Eric against him and smirked, "Mmm, you're a fucking pervert."

"Yeah, you love me Uncle Keith." Eric said with a hiss, "Now, let's get into your football clothes for 'half time'!"

Keith quickly kissed his nephew deeply and then smacked his ass one more time for good measure, rolling off the bed and heading to his closet. . .

The End