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“So if the Imperium, the Eldar, the Dark Eldar, and the Necrons are all evil, who are the good guys?" I ask as I wipe down a sticky countertop in the kitchen.

“Right, right, sorry, there aren't any good guys in 40k," Shane says as he tosses bottles in a large black plastic bag.

“Huh, so it's all fucked up?"

“Yeah, but in a cartoonishly grim way, it's all just to facilitate the tabletop game."

I chuckle. “Will you teach me sometime?"

Lisa comes into the kitchen with a broom. “I hope you know what you're signing up for, Dekk."

Shane blushes. “If you don't like it–"

“While you were getting our coffee, I looked at some of the factions, it reminds me of Heroscape. Do you have any Sororitas models? They look cool." I interrupt, knowing full well what the results will be.

Shane bites his lip, looks at Lisa, and then at me, he fails to suppress a lusty growl, his hand absentmindedly squeezing his crotch.

“Keep it in your pants until we're done cleaning, Shane." She pokes him in the chest with the broom.

“Okay, so the lore of the Sororitas is pretty cool. I'll start with the Orders and the Living Saints–" Shane rattles off a dozen names I'm sure I won't remember, but that just means I get to ask him about them again later.

I'm surprised to see that several frat bros have stuck around to help clean, even Brock. Two full days of partying have caught up with them, though. Brock doesn't even offer a fist bump when I walk by.

Shane, however, is as energetic as ever. I had no idea there was so much lore to Warhammer. How can he remember it all? Anytime we're alone he gropes, squeezes, and kisses me, especially if I ask any questions.

He has to be reminded to focus on cleaning more than once. Eventually, Brian intervenes and drags the little dude off to another corner of the house. Even that isn't enough as Shane keeps texting me articles and videos I should watch.

But I'll let him show me after we're done.

“Shane will not shut up about you." Brian laughs.

“Aww, I'm glad he likes me. I like him, too." I wash the grime from my hands. “I made reservations at that new restaurant downtown. I hope he likes it."

Brian leans against the wall. “Thanks, Dekk."

“What for?"

“Being good to him, I don't think you know how happy you've made him in just a couple of days," Brian says. “I bet he'd–" He grimaces. “He'd be all over you if you asked what brush technique he used on some of his models."

I think I'll save that trick for later, maybe after dinner. “Hehe, I bet he would. You playing wingman for me now?"

“I can't want my best friend and brother to be happy?" Brian asks.

“If I ask him what kind brush technique he used on his models we'll break the bed, Bri."

“Please do not remind me."

A question appears in my mind. “Hey, Bri, how come I never met Shane before? We've been friends for years. I've been over here like, almost a dozen times."

“He's shy," Brian says.

“I didn't even know he existed, come on." I can tell there's more to this. "Why?"

Brian exhales. “Because until a few months ago Shane wasn't around much. Just for holidays, some long weekends."

“That's...Why?" I get he's anti-social, but that seems weird.

“Vic was possessive, Dekk. Obsessive. is more accurate." Brian's voice is calm but tight. “Abusive. He never let Shane go anywhere alone."

“Jesus…" I got that impression. “Not even family?"

Brian shakes his head. “No."

“What happened with him? Vic, I mean."

Brian looks out to the yard and down the hall before closing the door. “Lisa and I went to visit Shane's college a few months ago, we hadn't heard from him in a while and his birthday was coming up."

My chest aches.

“We get to his dorm and come to learn he'd moved in with Vic. I called Shane like a hundred times, no answer, so we tracked down one of his friends." Brian clenches his fist and trembles. “Vic wanted Shane to drop out, Shane's friends said they hadn't heard from him in almost a month."

“Oh no…"

“His professors hadn't seen him either. Vic had cut him off from everyone, we tracked the fucker down and grabbed Shane while Vic was at work, brought him back here to our parent's house."

“I remember you saying there was a family emergency a few months back," I say. “I wish you'd told me."

“Sorry. It was a lot." Brian says. “We thought he was good, we blocked Vic on all his socials, his phone, everything."

“Good. Fucker."

“A week later Lisa and I are on a date when my phone just starts blowing up. It was Shane." Brian's face is red. “Vic came here . He waited until me and my parents left, broke into the house, and started trashing all of Shane's stuff, threatening him, it was fucking bad."

My claws dig into my palm.

“We speed over and call the cops, when we got here Shane was upstairs screaming and crying for help, he was locked in his bathroom. Vic had destroyed everything and was pounding on the door ." Brian growls. “It was just…horrible. Dekkard I have never been more angry and scared in my life , and Lisa, dude, holy shit. I love that woman but she is a terror when she's mad."

Brian walks up to me and places his hand on my shoulder. “Vic ran off after Lisa beat his ass, the cops didn't even arrest him. Shane has a restraining order."

I'm unsure of what to say. I'm shocked at the horror of Vic's treatment of Shane and by Brian's honesty, he was afraid to approach the subject of Shane's ex before. “Thanks for telling me, Brian."

“So take good care of Shane, okay? He's been through a lot and, uh, shit." Brian struggles against his tears. “I'm sorry that I accused you of having bad intentions with Shane. I was projecting Vic onto you, I guess."

“I'm not like that, Bri, you know that."

He nods. “I do, but I didn't think Vic was like that at first either. I missed all the signs. He was so fucking charming." Brian shakes his head. “I didn't see how he'd talk over Shane or interrupt him, or tell him to quiet down, and uh, I guess I'm just afraid of letting my little brother down again."

“Brian, dude," I lift him into a spine-crushing bear hug. “You're a good brother, and no matter what happens between me and Shane, even if it doesn't work out, I'll never, ever hurt him. Ever."

Brian returns my hug and, to my surprise, cries into my shoulder. “Just uh, promise me one more thing, dude?"

“Anything, Bri."

“Don't take him away from me, I c-couldn't take it. I'll die. I will." He sobs and his whole body shakes.

My cheeks become wet. “Brian, I'd never. He loves you, and I love you too."

“It's going to work out between you two, by the way," Brian says. “I won't hear otherwise."

“Whatever you say, Bri." I like the sound of that.

I set Brian down and we share a short, manly cry. He wipes his face and inspects each nearby surface. “Looks like we're almost done. Why don't you and Shane go hang out upstairs? He's out back with Brock raking up some trash."

“You sure?"

“Yeah, and Dekkard?"

“Sup, Bri?"

“I love you, man."

“I love you too, dude." With that, I head out back and find Shane chatting with Brock.

“You know what a suplex is, little dude?" Brock asks.

“Kinda?" Shane is smiling as he rakes the yard.

“Wrestlers do it all the time, it's sick . You gotta let me teach you some moves! We should throw a party, watch wrestling, man!"

“Sure thing, Brock, some other time when I'm not hungover."

“Woo!" Brock fist pumps.

“Hey guys, yard looks great." I nod and walk right up to Shane, putting my arm around him. “Hey, little dude?"

“What's up?" Shane raises an eyebrow.

I lean down and kiss him deeply, filling his mouth with my tongue and gently massaging his sides. With one hand I grab the back of his neck and ruffle his hair. He whimpers and leans into me.

Brock whistles. “Daaaaamn, Dekk."

“You're the coolest little dude I've ever met, Shane." I wink.

Shane looks away. “I think you're cool, too."

Brock stands and stares. “Uhh, wow." He adjusts his crotch. “I'll uh, leave you guys to it. If you need me I'll be napping inside."

Shane waits until Brock is inside. “I knew it."

“Knew what?" I ask.

“Nothing, nothing, what are you doing out here?" He puts a hand on my chest.

“We're just about done inside, you wanted to show me some videos, right?" I ask.

“Yes! There's this YouTube channel I love that covers the lore of each faction and the mechanics of their armies, I thought it'd be cool to show you so you can decide which one you like best. I think you'll like the Sisters of Battle. Genestealer Cults is my favorite because I love the ambush mechanics and–"

I squeeze his shoulder and guide him upstairs. Brian smiles wide when we walk by, nodding in approval. Lisa is on the other side of the room and frowns at her phone but gives us a weak smile as we head upstairs. Her hangover must be catching up with her.

Shane sits in my lap while we start on the videos he wants to show me. He's practically bursting at the seams with excitement, explaining the rules of the game and he says he can't wait to have a 'paint date' with me.

“There's a new starter box coming out, too, we can get that! Maybe we'll start smaller, though, like Killteam." Shane says.

“Whatever you think is best, little dude." I rest my head on his. “I'm excited to play with you."

Shane leans into my chest. “Yeah?"

“Yeah, I used to be super into Heroscape as a kid." I rub his stomach. “Making my own army sounds super cool."

“Awesome," Shane replies, behind his eyes I can almost see him playing the game already. "I haven't played in almost a year, it'll be fun to relearn it with you."

"Why haven't you played?" I ask, but I think I know the answer.

"Just... haven't. I guess." Shane says. "Oh, this is a really good video about the rules of the game!"

Best not to ask anymore for now.

Shane frowns as the noise downstairs gets louder and louder, it sounds like people are shouting. He turns off the TV and beckons for me to follow and as we head downstairs toward the noise. Lisa is shaking her head and talking to Brian.

“What's going on, Bri?" Shane asks.

“Someone let the air out of our tires," Lisa says.

“What the fuck?" I say. “Who?"

“No idea, probably some moron who got too drunk last night. You mind helping out, Dekk?"

“Sure, sure, that alright Shane?" I ask.

“Yeah, you said our reservation is at 7:00, right? That should be plenty of time." Shane smiles. “I'll help where I can but uh, I got scrawny arms."

“Nah don't sweat it Shane, we'll give you your derg back asap. Before your date, for sure." Brian punches my arm.

The process is more difficult than it should be thanks to all the frat bro's trying to get a good look at it. Worse, when we finish getting the air back into Brian's tires someone points out that my truck has been keyed.

“When I find out who did this I'm kicking their ass," Brian runs his hand along a jagged scratch mark. “These fucking guys…"

“Dude!" Noah barks. “Who did this?"

I turn around expecting the coyote to be talking about my truck, but he's standing next to a car across the street that's been vandalized in the same way. Others begin to check their vehicles and find more of the jagged scratch marks.

“Brian, don't your parents have cameras?" I ask.

“Yeah, sec, I texted my folks for the password. I can check the footage on the app." Brian sighs. “So fucked up, man."

Before long everyone who stayed behind to help clean is outside the house checking for damage. No car on the street went untouched, even the neighbors' vehicles were vandalized. The consensus is it's a dumb prank by stupid teens or drunk frat bros.

Lisa grabs my shoulder. “Hey, Dekk, can I talk to you about something real quick?"

“Hm? Sure, not much I can do about this right now." I stand.

She looks around the yard and leans close. “Dekk, have you been online lately? Like on Insta and stuff?"

“Not really, no." I've spent most of the day with Shane.

“So I got these comments on some pictures of you and Shane from last night," She holds up her phone. “They're from some kind of burner account. No profile, that kind of thing."

“Okay…?" I scoff when I read the first comment. Whoever it is is making fun of my shirt, but the next one infuriates me. “What the fuck?"

“That's what I thought, too." Lisa frowns.

Andoisjndsf_777 - 'That kid is a fkng loser. Ugly ass.'

Andoisjndsf_777 -'bitch, no friends whore'

Andoisjndsf_777 -'nobody wants u'

They get increasingly personal and increasingly intense. Who is this asshole? My anger grows and grows, ready to erupt at any moment, but when I read the last comment my blood freezes.

Andoisjndsf_777 - ' hope u fkng die whore'

It's followed by a string of blood and knife emojis. It's posted under a picture of Shane sitting in my lap with a game controller in his hand. Whoever posted it was angry, because they copied the same message a dozen times and posted it under every single picture of Shane from the night before.

“I'm going inside." I feel uncomfortable and nervous.

“Good idea." Lisa frowns. “I'll go ask the neighbors if anyone saw anything."

“You think this is related to the cars?" I ask.

“I do. Go stay with Shane, and don't worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing. Just some troll." Lisa tucks her phone away and searches the neighborhood. “Just a troll."

When I get inside I find Shane rummaging through boxes in his closet. Sitting next to him on the floor is a bunch of unopened models of all kinds. Respectfully I admire the shape of his ass while he's head-first in a box.

“What happened outside?" He asks when he turns around.

“Someone got way too drunk and fucked with everyone's cars, even keyed my truck."

“Dekkard! That sucks, I'm so sorry." He hops across the room, hugs me, and returns to the closet.

“Ahh, whatever, nothing a paint job won't fix. Don't sweat it, little dude." I point to the models. “What're those?"

“Some minis I bought but never built or painted. Some are for fantasy, and some are 40k, here, I have a box of Sisters you can have. I have to buy new paint, though, it's been so long since these look dry, if you want I can show you the army I have. My favorite one, I mean." He's asking politely, but I can see how excited he is by the way he's standing. He wrings his hands, stands up and down on his tiptoes, and fidgets in place.

“I'd love that, Genestealer Cult, right?" I reply.

“Yes! Cool!" He dives back into the closet and retrieves what looks like a gun case. Inside are carefully cut foam rectangles housing colorfully painted models.

Over the next hour, Shane gently lifts his models and places them in my hand. He explains the function of each one, why he likes them or why he feels like he needs to use them, and after he hands me the last one Lisa comes to the door.

She laughs. “Oh my God, Shane, you have such a huge crush on Dekk! Awwww!"

“I–He's cool! We just met, stop reading into it." He protests. "I'm just going to teach him 40k."

I hold the model close to my face. “You painted this? Badass, little dude."

“Shane you used to have your models in a glass box and refused to let anyone touch them and here I find you letting Dekkard hold them . Told you Dekk, he's falling for you fast ." She pulls Shane into a sisterly hug.

“Lisa! Stop! Ugh!" Shane cannot escape her hug. “He's just being nice! God!"

There's no doubt in my mind Shane is defensive about his things, especially after what Brian told me regarding his horrible ex-boyfriend. Once again I make a mental note to throw this 'Vic' off a cliff if I ever meet him.

“Anyway, you two have your reservation soon, right?" Lisa asks.

“Huh? I think it's like another hour and a half, two hours." I reply.

“Which is barely enough time to get ready! Dekkard, you need to change into clean clothes and I came to make sure Shane here gets cleaned up, too." Lisa says.

“I can take care of that myself, Lisa." Shane frowns.

“Yes, yes, but first dates are important." Lisa smiles knowingly. “Even if you've already hooked up."

“Lisa! Ugh! I'm getting in the shower." Shane wrestles himself free.

“Go downstairs, Dekk, Bri has stuff for you."

“Wha–"

Lisa grabs me and pushes me to the door. “You can't see Shane until it's time for your daaaaaaate !"

“We already had a date!"

“Coffee and fucking doesn't count!" She slams the door in my face. “Sorry!"

While I'd have loved to shower with Shane it probably would have made us late for our reservation. Brian is in the dining room with a pile of large shirts on the table. None of the clothes are mine, but they are roughly my size.

“Dekk." He says as he lifts a nice button-up.

“What's this?"

“Hm? I told the guys you had a date and some of them donated clothes."

“I brought–"

“You're wearing something nicer than a graphic tee and jeans for your first real date with my brother, he deserves the best." Brian nods. “Try this one, Shane appreciates a guy's… size and I think this will show you off nicely."

I choose not to tell Brian just how true that is as the image of Shane fucking my pecs drifts across my mind. With input from Brian and some of the other guys, especially Brock, I pick a purple button-up and simple light-brown slacks.

Noah offers me cologne when I get out of the shower and Brian fills me in on Shane's favorite drinks, the food he likes, and some of his other hobbies and interests I can bring up while we're out at dinner.

“Y'know, I look pretty fucking good!" The color compliments my scales and I flex, straining the fabric. Little dude will love that.

“You'll be back no later than 11 pm, got it?" Brian says.

“What if I want to take him to my apartment?" I say and the bro's all oooh and laugh. "Or like, park some place discreet..."

Brian sticks his finger in my face. “You can stay here tonight if you bring him back by 11."

“Fair." I look at my phone. “You think Shane's ready? We gotta go soon."

Brian looks past me and smiles. “Yeah, he's ready, dude."

I turn around and whistle. Shane's wearing a form-fitting dress shirt and a gold-colored vest. It hugs his body and shows off the slight curvature of his stomach and waist. His pants are equally tight, I imagine if he turns around his ass would be perfectly framed.

“You look…Fucking good, little dude." I walk across the room and cup his cheek. “So cute."

“Stoooop!" His face is bright red.

“You better get used to it, come on. Let's go." I hold out my arm and he hooks his arms around my elbow.

Lisa and Brian follow us outside. “You two have a good…Date." Brian stares across the street.

My eyes follow his to a car parked across the street. The door opens and a large curly-horned Ram wearing dirty jeans and a tattered Jacket starts stumbling across the street toward us with a mostly empty bottle of booze in his hand. Lisa growls and Brian's eyes bulge out of his head and his face twists into fury.

Shane steps behind me and presses his face into my side.

“Get the fuck out of here," Lisa yells. “Or do I need to beat your ass again?"

The ram flips her off and takes a swig. “Fuck you, I'm here to pick up Shanie."

“Not on your fucking life." Brian's voice is like a hammer smashing rock.

Shane trembles at my side. “Dekkard, can we go please?"

“Yeah, come on little dude," I position him opposite of me so the ram I assume is Vic can't see him.

Shouting starts immediately. It's hard to keep track of the things Vic is saying and Lisa and Brian's screaming. They're yelling over one another and I hope that Shane can't make out Vic's words from the noise. This bastard is lucky I'm focused on getting Shane out of here.

“Someone call the cops!" Brian yells, more people filter out into the yard and I notice neighbors peeking out from behind their curtains.

I hold open the passenger door for Shane and extend my hand so he can get in. “Will you be okay?"

“Mhm." Shane's eyes glisten and he stares at the ground. “I'm sorry."

I kiss his cheek. “Nothing to be–"

Glass explodes on the side of my truck and my pants are soaked with the remnants of booze in the bottle. Shane hides his head in his arms and screams.

“You whore! Letting this fucking fat piece of shit feel you up, fuck you?!" Vic staggers forward. Brian and Lisa move between him and us, I step forward, ready to fucking kill this asshole.

“You're a dirty bi–" Vic doesn't get to finish his sentence.

An orange and black striped blur bursts from the house.

Two muscular orange arms wrap around Vic's gut. Brock strains as he lifts Vic off the ground. “ GET FUUUUUUUUCKED! ASSHOLE!"

We all watch as Brock executes a flawless suplex, his feline flexibility lending the maneuver strength. With bone-cracking force, he slams Vic head-first into the ground. Brock releases him and Vic flops motionless to the ground.

Shane gasps.

“Yo, Dekk, Shane, what're you still doin' here?" Brock puts his paws on his knees. “Holy shit that guy was heavy."

“I–" I'm still struggling to process what just happened.

Shane jumps from the truck and runs across the yard to hug Brock. “Th-thank you."

Brock pats his head. “Whoa, dude! Right in front of your derg? And I'm all sweaty–"

The tiger is helpless. Brian, Lisa, and I join in a group hug.

“Won't you get in trouble?" Shane asks, briefly glancing at the still-unconscious Vic.

“Shane, I'm an attorney." Lisa reminds us. “Don't worry about it! Go have fun!"

“Shouldn't Dekk and I–"

“Get going on your date?" Brian says. “Yeah, you should. We'll handle that ." He points at Vic.

I grab Shane and hug him. “If you want we can stay here, watch movies or you can teach me a game."

Shane shakes his head. “I want to go out."

Brock flexes. “We got your back, little dude."

Huh. My opinion on the frat bros, but especially Brock, improves. His heart's in the right place, and the other guys all offer their support to Shane and assure him that if Vic ever bothers him again they'll beat his ass.

Shane climbs back into my truck. “I bet you think I'm an idiot."

I start the car. “What? No. Why would I?"

“Being with someone like him. We were together for years, ever since I graduated high school. He's awful. I shouldn't have let–"

I lean over and pull him into my chest. “It wasn't your fault. None of it."

“Y-you don't think I–"

“No. You don't need to make excuses. It wasn't your fault." I back out of the driveway. “I think you'll like this place, they have fried mac n' cheese balls."

Shane's eyes light up. “That sounds good, like mozzarella sticks but probably so much worse for you."

“Waaaay worse." I nod when I think of a way to revitalize Shane for our date. “So, tell me more about the Genestealer Cult. They worship the… Who again?"

“Tyranids, they think it'll be their salvation but actually the cults just prep the world to be harvested. In their case I think the lore is just okay, it's cool, but I'm way into their mechanics because of the tactical applications of ambush, oh and they have great models and–"

I smile as Shane becomes more animated."You're too cute, little dude." But I don't think he even hears me.