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Bit of a time jump here. All the adult Isaac sections will flow naturally and all the teen Isaac ones will flow. So as the story unfolds in past and present everything is moving forward regardless of when it is taking place. First section with a sex scene too, took a bit longer than I wanted to get here.

Several loud rings caused me to open my eyes. I blinked a few times to try and get them to focus. Reaching out for the source of the sound before tapping the icon to answer my phone.

“Mmm...Hello?” I more grunted than said.

“My cat is missing again.” Said a frail sounding woman.

I clenched his teeth and growled softly.

“Look Mrs. Harris, I'm not going over there. Every time I do and you have me find your cat we spend half an hour arguing.”

“But you have to help me find Mr. Jack.”

“You say that every time. Then I do and you refuse to pay me. I'm a private investigator Mrs. Harris. I get paid to find things, it's my job.”

“What about Mr. Jack?” She asked frantically.

“Well when you find him get one of those wee little dog harnesses and a wee little leash. That way Mr. Jack wont run off on you again. Now goodbye Mrs. Harris.”

I hung up and rubbed my face. Deciding it was best to get up and start the day. I tapped open the message screen and sent a quick text.

“U haz greys.”

It didn't take long for a message to arrive. Laughing when I saw the angry face emoji. It wasn't true but I liked the response. Sending back an 'I love you' before entering the bathroom. After a quick shower I pulled on a pair of slacks and white button down shirt. It didn't take much time for me to fasten a tie around the shirt collar and pull on my trench coat.

A polished pair of shoes and tan fedora finished off the outfit.My mom hated it, which of course made me appreciate it even more. I liked the old style look. Taking one last look in the mirror before setting out.

It was a short trip across the city to his destination. I had a morning appointment with a couple who had a number of break ins. No signs of forced entry, nothing stolen. The police didn't have any answers and the homeowners just wanted it to end.

It wasn't long before I pulled up to the house and with a few quick strides made my way up the path to the front porch. The door was answered by a woman in her early 30s.

“Thank you for coming Mr. Williams.” She said moving to the side and motioning for me to enter.

“Just Isaac, please. Lock appears to be fine.” I said nodding my head toward the door.

“Yes, all the windows look normal as well. The backdoor too. We just don't know how they are getting in. We lock up every night. Always have. We check and double check now that we've seen things moved around during the night.”

“When did you first notice it?” I asked looking around the living room.

“A couple weeks ago. Came down one morning and a bunch of things had been moved around during the night. Plates in the kitchen, picture frames on the shelves in the living room here.”

I gave a nod and peaked into the kitchen. Spotting a dining room off the side of it.

“Police dusted for prints? Couldn't find anything out of the ordinary?” I asked moving through the kitchen and into the dining room.

“No, they cant explain it and are convinced whoever it is either has a key or that we are doing it for attention.”

I gave another nod before my eyes fell upon a large grandfather clock. It's cabinet door was wide open, leaving the pendulum and weights exposed.

The woman just gave a quiet laugh when she saw I noticed the clock.

“We keep finding that open. It's always stopped at two and open. Seems to happen all the time. Everything else though tends to only be at night.”

I reached into the right outside pocket of my trench coat and pulled a brass ringed magnifying glass from it. The metal ring had a series of symbols carved into it but otherwise seemed like any other magnifying glass. Holding it up, looking through it into the old clock.

That's when I spotted it, hiding in the back. Fur covered, beady eyes and an elongated neck. The Hag Glass as I called it, showed the creature was just behind one of the weights.

“How long have you had this clock?” I asked lowering the Hag Glass and placing it back into my pocket.

“A few months, it came from Henry's, my husband's, aunt.”

“The first thing you would have noticed was the clock I bet. Finding it open, then again and again. Shortly after that is when things started to get moved around.”

“Yes, now that you mention it. We came down and the clock was stopped and open. Happened a few nights in a row before everything else. Been so crazy that I forgot all about that.”

I pulled a small leather bound book from the inside pocket of my trench coat.

“It's how it's been getting in. Through the clock. Causing just enough mischief to create worry and doubt. Little buggers love that sort of thing. They thrive on it and the more they get the more they want. It's why things are escalating.”

“What are you talking about? Some kind of demon?”

“Not really a demon in the biblical sense. More like a gremlin. Short, nasty teeth. Not green though and they have normal ears not the bat like ones from the movies. It's called a boggart. Lived with his aunt for years I imagine. Other family thought her a bit odd or crazy?”

“Yeah, we did. She had all of these odd habits. Talked to herself a lot, muttering. Scatterbrained at the best of times. She wasn't crazy?”

“No, boggarts love to play little tricks and mess with people. He probably had a fun time with her. Did she leave the clock intentionally or was it just given to you two randomly?”

“The whole family divided her possessions. Henry wanted the clock, no one else did. So we brought it home.”

I held the book out towards the clock. As if offering it to an unseen person.

“You know what this is don't you? I command you in the name of Caliphant the Poet, whose immortal word is law to leave this place and never trouble these people again.”

The old clock jerked to the side slightly before becoming still again.

“Leave now or I'll read the old texts. Once it begins you know there is no stopping it so go now or have your fate sealed.”

The clock jolted twice and began to tick again. It's pendulum starting to swing all on it's own. I gave a nod and closed the cabinet door.

“It shouldn't bother you again. Most creatures know not to mess with magic.” I said as I turned and started to leave the room.

“Wait, that's it? You just said a few words and I'm supposed to believe the break ins and all that will just stop?” She asked in disbelief.

“Yes that's it. Like I said, it is over. If it isn't I will come straight back and sort it out though. But this boggart will not return. He will find another house to cause trouble in.”

“Wont you have to track it down and help the next family?”

“Not my job to hunt it. My job is to solve mysteries for people. Which I have done, no need to worry about my fee. I don't charge for the interesting cases.”

Once again setting off towards the front door. Followed by the woman who was torn between believing him and remaining skeptical. I tipped my hat before pulling open the door and stepping outside. As far as I was concerned, my work here was done.

Once back in my car I pulled out my phone. After checking the time I decided to call. Giving a couple quick taps, selecting Sam before raising it to my ear. After a couple of rings it was answered.

“Hey, how was it?”

“Easy, boggart. Told it to take a hike and it left.” I said leaning back in my seat.

“You let a boggart go free?”

“Yeah I did, it's a boggart. Would the great and powerful Magus Roberts prefer I hunt him down and snap his wee little neck?”

“No, but you cant just let it find someone else to bother.”

“Fine, I'll round him up and lock him in my trunk.”

“That's the spirit. Now stop calling me old or I might just find someone my age to spend weekends with.”

“Yes my Lord, I shall refrain from speaking of your elder years. Now pardon, I must away and gather a beast most foul and shackle him in yon dungeon.”

“Yeah yeah, love you too.”

The call ended before I could hit the button. With a sigh I got back out to gather the boggart from wherever it ran off to. It didn't take long to track down thanks to the Hag Glass. The hard part was capturing it. Every time I got near it the boggart would flee in terror.

After darting across multiple yards and crossing three streets I was able to stun the creature and seal it into a cardboard box. He banged and kicked the box the whole way back to my car. I tucked it onto the floor in front of the passenger's seat.

“You should be grateful little dude. Sam would have vanquished you. Shouldn't have troubled the humans though. Only a matter of time before one of us took notice. Now behave, I'll have you at your new home shortly.”

I drove back to my apartment. Leaving the box in my car I went up to grab my weekend bag. It was rarely worth it for Sam to drive down so I always left early on Fridays and came back late on Sundays. My phone started to ring just as I was entering my apartment.

“Isaac Williams, Private Eye.”

“Hey Isaac, got another weird one for ya.”

“Detective Steele, what a pleasure. Where are we meeting?”

“Just get down here. Scene has been cleared by forensics. Old paper mill.”

“On the way.”

Great, this was eating into my alone time with the other half. I grabbed my duffel and tossed it into the backseat. I made the plan, show up, solve the case in five minutes flat, back on the road. Or, not solve the case and be back on the road. Either way, back on the road.

The blonde haired detective was waiting just outside the police tape for me.

“What do we have?”

He lifted the tape up and stepped under, holding it out of the way so I could follow.

“A body, male, early twenties. Couple sigils etched into him. We cant tell if it was, ya know, normal, or if it's something.”

“So nothing like what you may have seen during a folklore lesson or something?”

“They don't look like anything I've ever seen. But with all the odd symbols and signs used that's no surprise.”

There were only a couple of uniformed officers standing around. Waiting on the body to be released to Medical Examiner. I fished my Hag Glass from my pocket and started to look around. Shoe prints were everywhere. The killer's would be mixed in with the crime scene guys.

“Filter out all but the killer's” I said. Dozens of boot prints vanished from the glass leaving just one set of prints.

“Killer entered that bay door over there. Drug our guy over and dumped him here. Dead body, remove his clothes.”

“I ain't doing that.” One of the officers said. I ignored him, the glass striped away his clothing and I inched over.

“He was beat up pretty good. Coloration shows he was alive. Tortured maybe. Remove skin.”

I leaned down closer, moving slowly.

“Wind pipe was crushed. He was strangled. Return skin. Yeah he has marks on his neck, here you see? Strangled from behind using the elbow. Wrists and ankles show signs of binding. Metal cuffs, sold anywhere. The symbols, done while the victim was alive. I don't recognize them but if I can snap a couple pictures I'll see what I can find out.”

“Sure, go ahead.” Steele said.

“Your buddy is a freak.” One of the cops said with a grin.

“Yes, I'm weird. But did you notice any of these things? No, you saw a clothed body and decided to let someone else do all the work. I'll mark where the killer's shoe prints are. Wont give you much to work with. No witnesses I take it?”

“Edge of town in the industrial area. We'll never find someone who saw it go down.” The cop said.

“The killer drug the body. It wasn't to keep blood from getting on him. Victim was strangled. We can rule out body builder types. Maybe heavy set, out of shape. Maybe petite female. Though shoe size appears to be adult male. Sorry I cant give you more.”

“No problem, thanks for the help. I'll get one of the forensic guys to get that shoe print squared away.”

I snapped a couple pictures with my phone of the symbols.

“I'll get back to you.”

Steele walked me back out through the police tape.

“Enjoy your weekend lover boy.”

“Plan on it. Text if you need anything. I'll be back Monday.”

With that I was back on the road. With a six hour drive ahead of me I'd make it just in time for dinner. The box jerked next to me. I chuckled and made conversation with the boggart. It couldn't talk, at least not in any form I'd understand.

Once I reached the town sign I changed. My tail slipping freely out the top of my pants effortlessly. My ears swiveled taking in every little sound as I drove to the little house Sam bought. It didn't make sense for us to be on campus together. We tried that, it got awkward quick.

I pulled into the driveway and climbed out to fetch my duffel bag and the box. Carrying everything up the steps before unlocking the door and stepping inside. I beat Sam but he regularly stayed late at the school. He had the late afternoon classes and teacher duties to see to.

I tapped the box with a finger.

“Oy! Little bugger. Do you eat regular food or what? You wont die on me will you.”

The response was banging and a bunch of angry sounding chitters. Very informative indeed.

I just sighed, I'd have to get some kind of cage for it later. I entered the kitchen to see what all I could scrounge for dinner. Finding a whole lot of nothing.

“Seriously older kitty, you cant have every meal up at the school. How will I survive?”

I walked down the street to the only grocery store in town. Ran for generations by a family of sheep. If you weren't careful you'd hear all about it. The entire history, extended edition with plenty of notations. The elder sheep would rattle it off to anyone his eyes fell upon.

I grabbed a basket and made quick work of it. Bottle of local wine. Ground beef, locally sourced and not made out of any of the actual residents. A few other odds and ends. Then I peaked around the aisle to see who was at the register.

It was one of the daughters. I was in luck, fate was merciful this day. The goth girl rang up my items while we avoided any sort of small talk. I paid for my goods, she handed me the receipt and off I went back to the house.

It was just after six by the time I was finished making dinner. A cottage pie, just like mom would have made. Had she actually known how to cook anything beyond instant food. I retreated to the living room and flipped on the TV.

I didn't have to wait too long for the jaguar to show up. Which was good because there wasn't anything on worth watching. I clicked off the TV and wandered into the kitchen to greet my guy. He was busy helping himself to food.

“Hey smaller kitty,” I said nosing his cheek.

“Hey yourself. You brought it with you?”

He was slightly annoyed, and tired from the long day up at the school.

“It'll be fine, warded it myself. Not sure what the eat.”

“So it's your pet now?”

“He is intelligent. Not sure we can call him a pet.”

I followed Sam to the table and sat next to him.

“You're not eating?”

“I will in a bit. You're welcome by the way grumpy kitty.”

“Thanks, sorry. This whole distance thing is rough. Plus the school and the schedule and all the odds and ends.”

“You can teach in the city you know. Or I could move here. Would make my job a bit harder, but I'd manage.”

“So we're at the moving in stage then?”

“I knew you were old fashioned, but marriage first? Go on then, put your ring on my finger. Wed me you studly beast, wed me.”

He smiled and shook his head.

“Can you stay a bit longer? That's all really. I appreciate your trips. We'll work out the moving in thing later. It's a big change for you city boy. Cant really be Dick Williams in this small town of a few hundred.”

“Need the city for the big bucks. Got a case to work on a bit while I'm here too. But I'll be yours most of the time. I can work while you're off at the school teaching the young'ins how to read.”

“I still don't get the Private Eye thing.”

“Every day is interesting, more or less. Mostly spying on people, or solving crimes the cops should be solving. Not the most glamorous career after Magic School, but hey, it pays the bills and keeps me happy.”

“Want to go upstairs?”

“Business or pleasure?” I asked wiggling my non eyebrows.

“Little of both,” he said taking my hand in his and half dragging me up the narrow stairs to the second floor.

He pushed me back on the bed. I grinned at him before he snuggled up into me. Head going straight into my thick mane. I rubbed my hand across his back slowly. Holding him firmly against me. It was my turn to comfort.

“What's wrong?”

“Missed you, a lot. Which is stupid. But after everything. We spent a lot of time together. Sure not all of it was us together. But we spent a lot of time together. You fawning over me, me having to fight you off. I used to think you'd just move on. Or that I'd find someone. Never happened. Your little crush became something more. I hate myself for that at times.”

“Why though? You're happy aren't you? Right now, here with me?”

“Yeah, but I feel at times like I took advantage. I was single, no one in my life and you were there.”

“It's not like you snatched me in the hallway the instant I turned 18. You kept your distance, and I waited because it's what you wanted. It was the right thing to do. Not just legally, but all around. Once I did though I could tell you were worried I'd get worse. But I pulled back a bit. Made you wonder just when it was I'd pounce.”

“You made it all of a week and a half. I was your teacher you know.”

“At one point, yeah. Not that year though. Got my English credits and bounced right out of that class.”

“You did the responsible thing? Not wasting time with credits you didn't need?”

“Yeah, focused on graduating. Not like I couldn't track you down. You lived on campus and you still kind of taught me. Not officially, but when I needed help you were always there.”

“You don't feel chained me to? Stuck or burdened with a future you don't want because you worry I'll be alone?”

“You saved me, remember? Everything changed that day. For both of us. I had a crush on you before, just dumb childhood love. But after that, I full on loved you. You knew me, and you saved me. You saw something was wrong and you stepped in. Changed for you too. Before I was just flirty.”

He pressed harder into my body, squeezing me tightly.

“When you held me after. It hit you didn't it? That there was more to me than just some horned up teenager? You felt that need, on another level. You felt that trust, that connection. You felt it all. A dam burst inside of you. That's when you decided you really would wait for me. You'd wait until I was 18 and see what I felt.”

“Then when I pulled back you worried. Not because I was going to strike like a viper in the grass. But because you feared I'd grown out of this. You worried our connection was gone. But I acted, not you, me. I caught you off guard. Then it escalated, quickly. Sure you pushed a bit, but I wanted it. We made love, together, the two of us. You never preyed on me.”

He leaned his head up and pressed his lips to mine. Kissing me deeply, his tongue was in my muzzle in an instant. Our hands were a flash. Shirts were untucked, buttons hastily undone. Articles of clothing cast aside at a steady rate until we'd undressed the other.

Two human sized felines, naked, together. He was laying on top of me. Each kiss started and ended by him. Each one lasting a few moments before he'd break off before reconnecting our lips. We were both rock hard, barbed tips leaking and poking into the other.

I gave his ass a firm squeeze before rolling over to pin him on his back under me. Our yellow eyes just gazing into each other. He had nothing to feel guilty for and I was going to show him that. I leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lube from the nearest nightstand.

Squirting a generous amount on my throbbing shaft before applying an even coat with my hand. I traced a lube coated finger over his hole. He didn't use toys so he'd be nice and tight for me like always. My finger sank into him easily. Spreading the lube over his entrance. He purred and moaned softly.

I leaned forward and kissed his sack. His musky scent locked in my deepest memories. It was him and I'd never forget it. I lapped at his balls while fingering him slowly. He tensed slightly, mewling in pleasure. I didn't want this to be fast. I wanted this to be intimate.

He gripped my shoulders, watching me go to town on him. My rough tongue matting his pubic fur before it ran across his barbed tip. I licked up his pre and went right back to his sack. I was fully in control of the older male and he was loving every moment of it.

I slipped my finger from him and sat up. Lining my tip up with his slick opening. I smiled down at him while he panted softly between purrs. Inch by inch I sank into my mate. My sweet boyfriend. My man, who was there for me and now I was there for him.

Once I'd reached the hilt I leaned down and purred into his ear.

“I'll always love you, you're my Sam.”

His arms and legs were around me in an instant. Holding me tightly in place. I drew my hips back best I could with his legs around my waist. Driving back into him slowly. Had we simply been horny I'd have pounded away. But this time, it was therapy, much needed therapy. So I went slow.

My balls nudging against his rump with each thrust I gave. His trapped cock was drooling pre onto us, matting our belly fur. Sweat began to run down our bodies. His lips shot up to mine. Back to kissing, deeply, hungrily. My hips started to move faster. I needed to claim him. To remind him he was mine and always would be.

After a few deep thrusts my furry balls began to rise up. I moaned loudly into his muzzle as thick ropes of hot lion cum was pumped into his belly. Bucking my hips through my orgasm. He was a moaning, mewling mess of sweat and cum.

I slumped down onto him. Tired and spent, it was then I noticed my belly fur was in a pool of cum. Our bellies making a cum filled sandwich. I didn't care though, neither did he. We just kissed between pants. His hands rubbing over every inch of my back he could get to.

What started out as a fantasy for a teenage boy had grown into something consensual and adult. I smiled down at him, snaking my long slender tail around his. No words were said because nothing in that moment could have compared. We were together in a moment so perfect that anything, the smallest thing, would have taken from it. So we just laid there together. Basking in our love.

There you have it. The next chapter will be in school again so no naughty stuff there. But we will get back to adult Isaac soon I promise :3