Not the Best Babysitter - Part 2

In a sleepy daze, Wex felt a tickle near his nose. He swatted at his face, then his arm fell limply by his side.

It tickled again. The corner of his lip curled up at the annoying twinge. He scratched at his face more deliberately.

It tickled again, like a pin prick. The irritating pattern was enough to pull him back into consciousness. His eyes shot open and caught a little orange hand tugging on one of his whiskers. It quickly recoiled now that the wolf was awake.

Wex growled and scratched again where Sammy had been pulling on his hairs. The fox giggled excitedly, one hand around his teddy bear, the other cheekily hiding his muzzle.

"Don't do that!" Wex snapped at him.

"Sorrrrryyy", Sammy said in a drawn-out manner that suggested he wasn't sorry at all.

Wex swallowed a sharp, angry breath and hurled his heavy body out of the broken couch with a groan. Now his back and butt were sore. He could add them to the dull ache in his head. Falling asleep there had been a bad idea.

Actually, a terrible one, as when he stood up, he noticed clumps of black fur tumbling down his body and landing around his feet. Wide-eyed, he grabbed urgently at his body, and here and there, fur came loose as he brushed it with his fingers, leaving patches of bare, dark grey skin scattered around his arms, legs and neck.

His eyes turned slowly to Sammy in realisation, who grinned in response. It was then that he noticed the pair of scissors on the floor behind the kid.

Anger surged through Wex. His body was everything. His body was godlike. It was perfect. _He _was perfect. Hot boys saw Wex's body and threw themselves at him, begging to serve him like the superior, alpha male he was. And this little brat had defiled his body. And he was still grinning like it was a hilarious game. He had no idea what he'd done.

Wex grabbed Sammy by the throat and roughly pinned him against the broken couch. The kid's eyes suddenly turned to fear, one hand helplessly grabbing at Wex's far larger one.

The wolf's immediate urge was to snap the little prick's neck. Kill him. The little brat had been nurtured by his older brother all his life, loved unconditionally, humoured through his naughtiness, and tucked into bed at night feeling safe and secure. He knew nothing about the real world. He thought he could do anything he wanted and not be in danger because of it.

He was so very wrong. Wex had ripped furs apart for far less than this. That Sammy thought he could do whatever he wanted to him, and get away with it, made him furious.

He forced himself to pull his hand away with a true sense of pain at doing so. Restraint was an unfamiliar concept to him, as he was used to doing what he wanted, since no one was able to stop him. He had earned that fucking right for being so big and powerful. Sammy had earned nothing.

When he let the fox boy go, the kid immediately pulled his teddy against his body and started crying into its fur. Wex sat back on his haunches, huffing, and trying to calm down. After discarding a few less-nice drafts of sentences in his mind, he said, "That's a ... very naughty thing you did", hoping that Sammy would take some credit for bringing it upon himself.

"I'm gonna tell my brother you were mean to me!" the stupid kid screamed.

Wex ran his hands over his face, a tuft of fur falling from his cheek. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. As least-violently-homicidal as he could manage, he said, "If we get ice-cream, will you promise not to tell him I was mean to you?"

Like a switch had flipped, Sammy stopped crying. His wet, deep eyes rose from behind his teddy, and he nodded eagerly.

* * *

After a moderately painful car trip in which Wex had to constantly prevent Sammy from pressing the buttons around his car, the wolf found a park near a shopping area. He checked a map on his phone for directions to the goddamn-nearest ice-cream store, then slipped his phone into his pocket. He noted that it was the afternoon now, so he had to have been asleep on the couch for a least a couple of hours. He hoped that Sammy hadn't made a mess in other rooms while he'd been out, not that anything could really have pissed him off more than what Sammy had done to his fur. When he'd looked in the mirror before leaving, the wolf looking back looked like he had mange or something.

He hadn't been able to find a park closer to the area, so the two of them had to walk quite a way to get there. As they did, Wex wondered what his fuckbuddies would think of his fur, and how he'd explain it to them. He wasn't keen on saying he'd allowed a little brat to do it to him and get away unscathed. He didn't come up with any good ideas.

At the very least, though, it might endear him to Caz, who might feel especially generous towards him after what Sammy had done to his body.

The little brat wandered along with his huge teddy bear held up front of him to stop its feet from dragging on the ground, stumbling left and right as he couldn't see where he was going. When the two of them crossed a bridge over a large storm drainage channel, a part of the wolf mused that if the kid wandered too close to the edge, he wouldn't be too urgent to stop him from accidentally tumbling off.

Other furs gave Wex unusual glances as they noticed the state of his fur. He bared his teeth and returned ferocious glances when he noticed them. They hurried along urgently.

When they got to the store, Sammy spent a good ten minutes deciding which flavour to get, running around obliviously and getting in the way of other furs and humans, knocking against them with his teddy. A couple seemed to get annoyed enough to look around to see who was looking after him with the intent of telling them off, but decided against in when they realised it was Wex.

Sammy ended up choosing a double scoop of Strawberry and Melon.

Wex found relief in how peacefully quiet it was on the way back to his car, and hoped the kid would settle down for the rest of the day now that he'd gotten what he wanted.

He was wrong. They'd only gotten as far back as the bridge by the time Sammy finished his cone. And when he did, the little fox stopped in his tracks.

If Wex wasn't walking behind him, he probably wouldn't have noticed. "What is it?" he said.

"Buy me a game", Sammy said, his lips still wet with ice-cream.

Wex narrowed his eyes at him. "A game?"

Sammy stared at him over the top of his teddy. "Yeah".

Wex shook his head, hardly able to believe the brat wanted to take it to the next level after what had happened at the house. "No, they're expensive", he said. His eye twitched.

But Sammy didn't step down, and kept staring at the wolf. "I want one".

Incredulous, Wex snorted. "Not happening. Let's go". He turned and walked ahead of the kid along the bridge.

"I'll tell Caz you were mean to me!" Sammy threatened, calling after him.

Wex cringed. Blackmail. Wonderful. He was beginning to realise that this kid didn't know when to call it quits. Nothing he gave him would be enough, so he couldn't give in anymore. He kept walking for now, assuming the kid would follow since he had nowhere else to go.

He didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind him, so he didn't know Sammy was there until he felt his mobile phone slip out of his pocket. He span around and tried to snatch it back from Sammy's hands, but the fox was too quick. In seconds, the kid had ran to the bridge railing, and had thrust his arm through the rails, dangling Wex's phone over the edge.

The wolf froze. His mind ran a quick tally of everything he had on there and didn't want to lose, and as the list grew, his gut sank. Primary amongst them were the hundreds of pictures of sexual conquests he liked to keep a record of, like trophies, but hadn't yet backed up, and the phone numbers of dozens of fuckable regulars he hadn't saved anywhere else.

The fox kit shot him a naughty grin, clearly reading Wex's reaction accurately. He swung the wolf's valuable phone left and right in his ice-cream-slicked fingers.

Eyes fixated on his phone, and cautiously moving forward, Wex nodded. "Okay", he said gently. "Please don't drop my phone". He became acutely aware of the noise of running water somewhere a dozen metres below them. It had rained earlier that day, and the runoff was still draining through the channel underneath the bridge.

Sammy giggled, clearly enjoying his power over the wolf.

"I'll ... buy you a game", Wex conceded, still creeping forward.

The fox paused for a second, before getting a wicked look in his eyes. "I want two -- no, three games! Buy me three games!" He bounced up and down gleefully.

_You've gotta be kidding me. _"Sure. Fine", Wex said slowly, only a couple of steps from the kit. No way was that going to happen, but he'd say anything to get his phone back right now.

Sammy stared him down. "_Five _games?"

He was so close. If he lunged, he could reach over the rails and grab it. "Okay. Whatever you want. Only if _you give me my phone right now_". You little cunt.

"Ten games?"

Wex clenched his muzzle shut to stop himself from snapping, and still, as kindly as possible, he said, "Yes, okay, ten games, that's it, now please, give me my phone, before you drop it".

"Twenty games?" Sammy said in a hopeful gasp, his eyes twinkling and his face lighting up at the prospect of that much reward, the little idiot thinking he was a master bargainer.

But before Wex could falsely entertain that deal, his phone slipped from Sammy's fingers and disappeared from sight. Wex dashed forward and grabbed through the air, but it was too late. He leant over the edge, but couldn't see his phone anywhere. There was nothing -- just concrete and water below.

The kit pulled his hand back and gasped. "I didn't mean to drop it!" he squealed, a look of horror on his face, probably because he thought he'd just missed out on his chance at a crate full of games.

The wolf gripped the rails so tightly in anger that the wooden beams splintered under his fists. He snatched Sammy by his little arm and yanked the kit along behind him, heading off and under the bridge to the sloped concrete channel to look for his phone, ignoring Sammy's cries of pain. Some part of his mind knew he was being too rough, but no part of his mind cared.

"Sit there and don't move!" Wex ordered, pointing at the ground. His growl must have been serious enough, as Sammy quietly did what he was told for the first time.

At first glance, he couldn't see his phone anywhere, and he realised with dread that it must have fallen into the water. Then he saw a couple of dark shapes under the shadow of the bridge. When he moved closer, he realised it was his phone.

It had landed on the concrete and stopped only inches from the water. He'd almost lost everything.

The case had broken into several parts, the back cover and battery had fallen off, and the screen had cracked in a few places. He put most of it back together, and, crossing his fingers, he pressed the power button.

He sighed with relief. It turned back on, and it still functioned. Though it was broken to shit, he'd be able to transfer the data off it when he got home.

Then the relief faded, and there was only anger.

He eyed Sammy, who clutched his teddy bear tighter when Wex's eyes fell upon him, sinking his timid face into the fur.

The wolf walked towards him, his imposing figure towering above the kid, and covering him in the shadow of his huge, muscular form. He stopped almost on top of him, snorting angry huffs of air through his nose, baring his sharp teeth, and glaring down past his muzzle at him.

The kit was afraid now, finally. Fear usually stopped furs from fucking Wex over in the first place. For Sammy, it had come too late.