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Well, hope you're ready for this chapter :P Make sure you read it all the way through :)

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Gideon put his head on Raymond's shoulder as he cried, Raymond's warm arms surrounding him, the warm fur brushing through the scales and to the skin beneath making him shudder. "Who's gonna tell Dylan?" Clarice said quietly.

Gideon sat up and wiped his eyes. Everyone in the room was crying. Carol had her head on Ron's shoulder, Ron who had come home from a trip to Japan because Wyatt had died, a very good reason in everyone's opinion.

"I'll tell him," Gideon said.

"I'm going with you," Raymond said, putting his paw on Gideon's shoulder reassuringly, "I'll always be there for you," Raymond added quietly, only for him.

Gideon smiled through the tears and hugged Raymond tightly, "Just like I'm always here for you," Gideon whispered back. "We'll leave as soon as school ends," Gideon said for the entire room.

Gideon stood up and Raymond followed him downstairs. Gideon laid down on his back and Raymond laid down next to him, putting his head on Gideon's chest. Gideon hugged Raymond tightly and said, "I can't believe Wyatt committed suicide. I tried so hard."

"You can't prevent everything." Raymond whispered, "It was Wyatt's choice, no one could have stopped him."

"No," Gideon said quietly, "but I could have saved him."

"You aren't a miracle worker hun," Raymond said quietly, sitting up to kiss Gideon on the cheek and then wrapping one arm around his love, "you managed to save me, but Wyatt was already dead when you found him."

Gideon buried his head into Raymond's chest and started to cry again, soaking the front of Raymond's shirt with his tears as Raymond rubbed his back and whispered comforting words to him. When Gideon had cried himself to sleep, Raymond still rubbing his back, Raymond laid down and got comfortable the best he could.

He put his head down on the pillow and slowly stroked Gideon's hair, his eyes drooping as he did so. He fell asleep, his paw knotting in Gideon's hair as he did so.

**

Raymond woke up to Gideon saying, "Ow, ow, ow."

Raymond blushed as he realized he had been pulling Gideon's hair in his sleep. He untangled his paw from Gideon's hair and sat up and hugged him, "Sorry hun, I was asleep."

"I could tell," Gideon said angrily, rubbing the top of his head. He grabbed Raymond and squeezed him, "You owe me later," Gideon whispered into his ear.

"Sounds like fun," Raymond said, grinning at Gideon. He looked at the clock and said, "But now we get to go tell a currently happy wolf something that will make him very sad."

"I don't wanna," Gideon said, burying his head in Raymond's chest.

"Too bad," Raymond said, "you volunteered, you're going."

"Fine," Gideon said, standing up and starting to strip off his pajamas. Raymond grinned and stood up and stretched before taking his own pajamas off. When he was completely undressed and at his dresser looking for what he wanted to wear Gideon grabbed him from behind, "We could be quick you know," Gideon whispered quietly.

Raymond turned around in Gideon's arms and kissed him before saying, "Later hun, later."

"Oh," Gideon groaned, "fine."

Gideon walked back to his dresser and Raymond leaned back against his dresser and watched as Gideon bent down to reach for the bottom drawer. Gideon caught Raymond looking and grinned to himself and raised his tail and waved it a few times.

Raymond turned around quickly and pulled boxers out of the top drawer and put them on quickly. Forget looking nice, he just wanted to get upstairs so Gideon could stop seducing him. He finished getting dressed and slapped Gideon on the ass as he passed him.

Gideon laughed and said, "Not my fault you were staring at my sexy body."

"You didn't have to raise your tail you ass," Raymond said with a grin.

Gideon grinned and continued getting dressed. Raymond grinned and walked upstairs and sat down on the couch. Clarice sat down next to him, "Waiting for Gideon?" Clarice said.

"Yeah," Raymond said.

"You guys just did something didn't you?" Clarice said.

"Why do you ask?" Raymond said.

"Because your face is flushed." Clarice said, grinning.

"No, we didn't do anything," Gideon said from the doorway, "but he could at least be horny after the show I gave him."

Raymond grinned and stood up and wrapped his arms around Gideon's neck before kissing him on the lips. "Where's mom anyways?" Raymond asked. "Wait... is it alright if I call her mom?"

"Of course hun," Gideon said with a grin, "she will be your mom, soon."

Raymond smiled and Gideon turned to Clarice, "Do you want to drive us over there?"

"Sure," Clarice said, standing up, "and mom's at Aunt Lizzy's, she should be home soon."

They walked out and got into Clarice's car. Gideon put his head against the cool glass of the window as Clarice drove, Raymond's paw resting lightly on his shoulder. Raymond scooted closer to Gideon and put one paw on his spine. Raymond started to rub slowly up and down Gideon's spine.

Gideon reached his paw up and grabbed Raymond's paw and squeezed it. "It's gonna be alright hun," Raymond whispered into his ear.

Gideon squeezed Raymond's paw again, "I'm not worried about us, I'm worried about Dylan."

Clarice pulled into the driveway of Jack's house and turned around in her seat, "Be sensitive about it."

"I will," Gideon said, smiling at Clarice as he got out of the car. Raymond followed Gideon and they walked to the door and Gideon put an arm around Raymond as he knocked on the door. Dylan answered and smiled slightly but he obviously caught the mood.

"What do you guys need?" Dylan asked curiously.

"We need to talk to you Dylan," Gideon said, "can we come in?"

"Sure," Dylan said, stepping to the side.

Gideon smiled and walked in and to the living room and sat down on the couch. Raymond sat next to him and leaned against him as Dylan sat down in the chair across from them. "So... what is this about?"

"Wyatt." Gideon said, frowning as he did so. "Wyatt is... Wyatt's dead, Dylan."

Raymond walked over and got on his knees next to Dylan and started to rub his shoulder. "How?" Dylan asked, his eyes slowly filling with tears, "When?"

"Yesterday," Raymond said quietly, "yesterday morning, he committed suicide."

"No," Dylan said, shaking his head and putting his head in his paws, "no, no, no, no. Why me? Why did it happen to me again?"

"What are you talking about?" Gideon asked curiously, getting on his knees on the other side of Dylan.

"My first boyfriend died, a few months ago," Dylan said quietly, the tears in his eyes glistening.

Gideon rubbed his back, "His funeral is next week, are you going to go?"

"Of course," Dylan said quietly, "I would never not go."

Gideon smiled and rubbed the back of Dylan's head and then leaned in and kissed his cheek, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Dylan said quietly.

"I couldn't save him," Gideon said under his breath, barely loud enough for Dylan to hear, "I could've if I had checked on him more."

Dylan sighed and rubbed Gideon's shoulder, "It's not your fault."

Gideon smiled and said, "Thanks for the reassurance."

Dylan laughed and said, "It's hard not to reassure you when you're acting so pathetic."

Gideon grinned and tickled Dylan's stomach. Dylan started to laugh and started to hit Gideon's paw, "Stop it, stop it, stop it." Gideon stopped tickling him and Dylan sighed and wiped some tears from his eyes. "Thanks for telling me," he said with a smile, "I know how hard it must've been for you to tell me, especially since you don't know me that well."

Gideon smiled and rubbed his back, "Clarice is wondering if you want to come over for dinner tonight."

"Umm," Dylan said, rubbing the back of his head, "sure."

Gideon grinned at Raymond's confused look and then turned to Dylan, "Well, go get your jacket and we'll leave a note for Jack."

Dylan walked to his room to get his jacket as Gideon found a piece of paper and a pen. "Clarice didn't invite him over," Raymond said accusingly, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I know," Gideon said, "but it would seem awkward if I did and I don't want to leave him alone."

Gideon finished the note, signing his signature with a flourish. Dylan came out of the room, a leather jacket covering his torso and partially down to his knees. "Kind of big don't you think?" Gideon asked, "Hey! That looks like the jacket I gave Wyatt a few weeks ago."

Dylan blushed and said, "It is, he gave it to me last Monday."

Gideon grinned and said, "Something to remember him by."

Dylan smiled back and climbed into the car in between Gideon and Raymond. Clarice looked back at them confused and Gideon grinned and said, "Dylan wanted to come to dinner, just like you asked if he wanted to."

Clarice glared daggers at Gideon as she said, "It makes me happy that he wants to."

She turned back, her teeth grinding audibly. "Clarice didn't ask me did she?" Dylan whispered into Raymond's ear.

"Nope," Raymond whispered back, grinning at the back of Clarice's seat, "that's Gideon for you."

Dylan grinned and sat back in his seat, putting his head back. As they pulled into the house's driveway Clarice's phone rang, "Must be Jack," Dylan said, "He's normally home by now."

Clarice answered the phone and said, "Hi Jack. What? Yeah, Dylan is here. Yes, I guess I did invite him."

Gideon giggled into his paw as he stood up and helped Raymond out of the car and kissed his cheek. Dylan climbed out and followed Clarice inside hesitantly. Gideon took Raymond's paw in his and grinned at him as they walked inside.

Gideon sat down on the couch and watched as Dylan sat down awkwardly next to Carol, who smiled and put a paw on his shoulder, "Hey, you ok?" Carol asked him quietly.

"Yes," Dylan said, smiling up at her.

Carol rubbed Dylan's back for a minute before standing up and stretching, "Looks like I'm making dinner for seven tonight."

"Isn't Alec coming over?" Gideon asked.

"No," Carol said, sighing as she said it, "Charlie isn't feeling well."

"Ok," Gideon said.

Gideon stood up and walked upstairs towards the nursery where his babies were sleeping. He walked in and smiled down at the two babies lying in their cribs. He reached down and ran a finger down Zakai's muzzle.

Raymond hugged him from behind and he jumped. "Jumpy much?" Raymond asked quietly.

"I wasn't expecting you to follow me this time." Gideon said.

Raymond smiled and turned Gideon around and wrapped his arms around Gideon's neck, staring up into his eyes, "Are you alright hun?" Raymond asked quietly.

"I'm fine," Gideon said.

"Don't try to tell me that B.S." Raymond said, "Are you alright?"

"No," Gideon said, sighing as he wrapped his arms around Raymond's waist, "I feel horrible."

"I know you feel horrible," Raymond said, smiling. "I'm here to help you if you need it."

"Just being here helps," Gideon said, bending his head down to kiss him.

Raymond smiled, "Unfortunately, Dylan doesn't have the help you do."

Gideon sighed and rubbed Raymond's back, "Let's hope Jack is enough."

"Let's hope," Raymond said quietly.

**

Jack sighed as he rubbed his head on the couch later that night. That dinner had been hard. Everyone was completely depressed and not even trying to fake being happy. He stood up and stretched, he was going to check to see if Dylan was sleeping yet.

He walked to Dylan's door and knocked a few times before opening it. There was a rustling and he guessed that Dylan was about to fake sleeping. "I know you're awake so sit up." Jack said as he sat down at the end of Dylan's bed.

Dylan sighed and sat up rubbing his arm nervously. Jack noticed. "Something wrong with your arm?" he asked.

"No," Dylan said quickly. Too quickly.

Jack took Dylan's arm gently and pulled his paw away from his wrist. Jack saw the blood on the fur and parted the fur to see the shallow cut beneath. "Dylan," Jack said, his blood running cold, "what were you doing?"

"Nothing," Dylan said, pulling his arm away.

"Dylan," Jack said again.

"Fine," Dylan said, "I was cutting myself."

"Why?" Jack said quietly.

"Because," Dylan said, scowling slightly as he stared into his lap, "Wyatt's the second boyfriend of mine that's died in a year. A year! How do you think I'm feeling right now?"

Jack rubbed Dylan's back, "I know how you feel, but..."

"But what?" Dylan snapped, "You don't know how I feel, you've always been the one to break up with your girlfriends, you don't even know what a heart break feels like, let alone someone you love, someone you've had sex with, die while your still dating them."

Jack stared at Dylan for a moment before hugging his now crying brother and holding Dylan's head to his chest, "Alright," Jack said quietly, "I'm sorry, I don't know how you feel, I could never know how you feel. I'm here to help you though, you're my brother, and I love you."

Dylan cried as Jack hugged him, soaking the front of Jack's shirt. "I'm sorry," Dylan said quietly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Jack whispered, "there's nothing to be sorry for. You're really sad about Wyatt, I understand, but now, we need to get those cuts cleaned up.

Jack helped Dylan up and took him to the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet. Jack took Dylan's arms and gently cleaned the cuts, rubbing a rag with rubbing alcohol over them carefully. Dylan grimaced every time the rag passed over one of the cuts and he sighed in relief when Jack put the gauze pad over the cuts.

"Now," Jack said, grabbing Dylan's wrists carefully and said, "promise me you will never try this again."

"I promise," Dylan said, looking down at his feet in shame, "and I'm sorry."

Jack smiled and rubbed the back of Dylan's neck for a moment before picking Dylan up and carrying him back to his room. Jack tucked Dylan in and said, "Now, where's the razor?"

Dylan reached under his pillow and gave Jack the razor blade. "Here," Dylan said.

Jack smiled and put the razor blade, stained with Dylan's blood, in his pocket. "Do you want me to stay in here with you tonight?" Jack said quietly.

Dylan smiled at his brother, "It might help me," Dylan said, "it helped when Trevin died."

Jack laid down on the bed behind Dylan and draped an arm over his brother and pulled him close. "I'm here for you bro," he whispered, "never forget that."

"I won't." Dylan said, smiling at Jack.

**

That Sunday, Dylan cried into Jack's shoulder at Wyatt's funeral. Jack rubbed his back and whispered comforts as the people took their turns speaking. Gideon was the last and when he sat back down it was time for the part that Dylan had been waiting for. The viewing.

Jack sighed as everyone stood up, "Maybe you should go last buddy," he whispered quietly, "you have the longest goodbye to say."

Dylan nodded, "Yeah, that's a good idea."

Gideon walked over and stood next to Dylan, his eyes red and puffy. "Hey Dylan, you gonna view him?"

"Yeah," Dylan said, "waiting until everyone else has."

Gideon sat down next to Dylan and rubbed his back, "Don't worry, everything will be alright."

"I can't imagine it," Dylan said, sniffing.

Gideon rubbed his back, "It may be sad to think about it now, but eventually this will pass, you'll find someone else, and life will go on."

Dylan buried his head back into Jack's chest and started to cry again. Jack glared at Gideon and punched him in the shoulder. "Come on now, stop making him cry." Jack whispered as he rubbed behind Dylan's left ear.

"Sorry," Gideon said, "I guess I'm not really as good at comforting as I thought I was."

Clarice walked over and sat down next to Jack and turned to look at the three sitting on her left. "Well, you guys get to be the first to hear somewhat good news on a bad day?"

"Oh?" Jack said, "and what's that."

"Well first," Clarice said, smiling at Dylan and saying, "do you mind getting away from Jack for a sec?"

Dylan scooted away from Jack and Clarice smiled and grabbed Jack's paw and put it on her stomach, "I'm pregnant."

Jack stared in shock for a moment before leaning in and kissing Clarice on the lips. Clarice draped her arms around jack's neck.

Gideon grinned and shook his head, "Poor mom and dad."

"Why?" Clarice said.

"They're going to feel so old." Gideon said.

"Why?" Clarice said.

"Because, they already have four grandchildren, and they're going to have at least two more."

"Two more?" Clarice said curiously.

Gideon grinned, "Raymond thinks he's pregnant too."

Clarice sighed and shook her head, "You are so irresponsible."

"Hey! It was a heat of the moment thing." Gideon said defensively.

"Uh huh," Clarice said.

Gideon looked towards Wyatt's coffin and nudge Dylan, "Alright, you want to view him now?"

Dylan nodded and stood up. Gideon followed Dylan up, a paw on his shoulder. When Dylan was looking into the coffin, his paws on his muzzle as he looked at Wyatt. He noticed that Wyatt's shirt was buttoned crooked and he reached in. "What are you doing?" Gideon asked, grabbing Dylan's paw.

"His shirt is crooked." Dylan said.

Gideon looked it over and blushed, "My bad."

Dylan grinned and unbuttoned the shirt and gasped audibly. "This isn't Wyatt," Dylan said.

"What?" Gideon said.

"This. Isn't. Wyatt." Dylan said.

"Of course it is." Gideon said.

"No it's not, Wyatt had a white spot right here," Dylan said, circling an area on the fox's neck and chest.

"Duh!" Gideon said, slapping his forehead, "How did I miss that?"

Dylan grinned and said, "Maybe your just slow."

"Alright, what's the matter here?" Carol asked, walking slowly up to the coffin.

"This isn't Wyatt!" Dylan said fiercly.

"But if this isn't Wyatt," Gideon said, "then who is it?"

"More importantly though," Dylan said, his tail wagging, "Wyatt's still alive!"

**

Wyatt cried as the ropes were tightened around his wrists yet again. He was naked in the basement, a faucet dripping somewhere on the far wall. A few other kids were down here with him, five or six year olds tied up as well.

His first adoptive father bent over him and said, "Well, you're my bitch again, just like you were six years ago. How does it feel, now that you know that no one will save you?"

"My brother will save me," Wyatt said fiercely.

"Sure he will," the man said, "sure he will."

**

Alright, like my twist? At least Wyatt is still alive :P Just kidnapped, being raped constantly, nothing to serious. Positive and Negative feedback. If you're going to start yelling at me for being cruel to my characters, the cruelness hasn't reached its climax just yet :)