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Chapter 9

Ian huffed as he slammed his thumb down onto the controller, grunting and shifting to the right when a plasma grenade landed on his face, and exploded moments later. The Spartan ran up and stared down at his body, tea-bagged him, and sprinted off away, and Ian became almost murderous as he muttered under his breath about how he was going to fuck that guy up. His mother had glared at him frequently when she saw him on the Xbox, which Ian would purposely play just to piss her off. Matthias had struggled to get her to back off, and Ian tried to pull his dad away from the fights, which in this case were his fault. He apologized and Matthias told him not to mind it, she was his mother but she could not just waltz in, and start demanding from him.

They argued off and on over the subject until Rebecca finally decided to leave it alone, and tried peacefully to talk to Ian. It was awkward but Ian managed to try to be friendly with her, even if she seemed almost like she was not happy speaking on his terms. It was like her, in the past when she was upset he remembered cleaning the house to make her happy, which didn't always work. She would just work her-self out of it, like usual.

<<I promise, when it is over, we'll go do something else. Matthias had text his son as they were ready for church.

<<Let's just do this for Rebecca, so she is happy.

>>Yeah I know dad. Love you.

Matthias smiled and told his son he loved him back, and Rebecca was now coming out of her room in a light blond dress, sandstone colored heals, and she briskly walked out the house. Matthias was dressed in a regular black outfit of a dress shirt tucked into jeans, and Ian dressed in a similar way. They drove away from the gated community in silence, heading onto the main highway up a hill and past the plaza, which was equipped with a GNC, and nail salon. His father smelt of nice musky cologne, and it was a handsome smell; Matthias's tail was behind him through the slit in the back of the driver's seat. Feeling a little antsy he leaned forward and slowly ran his hands up his dad's thick red tail, petting it tenderly. The scaly tail swayed away, but Ian was adamant to pet it up and down slowly, running his hands along the underside up to the base.

"Where would the two of you like to eat afterwards?" Matthias asked loudly to try to distract him-self, and alert Ian to stop.

"You two pick," Rebecca said calmly as she looked out the window on her right, "Ian?"

"It doesn't matter to me; I am kind of in the mood for sausage." Ian grinned a little wickedly and his dad narrowed his eyes at him, mouthing for him to stop. Ian felt under the base of the tail a little firmly, and the tail instinctively tried to wiggle, and the son was satisfied by this, leaning back in his seat. When they arrived at the Church, whose visage was quite gothic, with a dogwood xyst leading to the front in an elegant, roman style Rebecca seemed to perk up, mentioning how beautiful it was. Matthias slipped out of the truck as they parked in the back, and looked at his son, shaking his head, and Ian shrugged, telling him he didn't know what the problem was.

<<You were molesting my tail, son. Honestly, where did I go wrong in raising you?

Ian looked at the text message his father had rapidly text to him, and then laughed, shrugging his shoulders again. Matthias smirked and the three of them walked alongside several others into the building, finding their seats in the back pews. There was a certain element of calm in the church building, the stained-glass windows were indeed beautiful, and the walls were decorated with endless bas-relief depictions of cherubs and angels. Ian was completely out of his comfort zone as they stood up as the preacher came in, and began his morning Sermon. He was informed that there were new guests with them today, a family who had recently moved in and welcomed them, though Ian felt grateful they were not specifically called upon. As his sermon began Ian caved in and bowed his head in a morning prayer, and then the donation hat was passed around.

When the early morning rituals had come to a close and the preacher, identified as Dr. Kenneth Thompson, took to the podium to begin his sermon. Ian was complete uninterested in this part of the entire set up now, and after fifteen or twenty so odd minutes of his rehearsing the bible, discussing love, cherishing people, and thanking god all mighty, he was growing aggravated. These kinds of congregations annoyed him because Alice and Keith had obviously demonstrated intolerance, despite purporting to be such a loving group of people.

There came a point when they all had to stand and sing and Ian felt utterly exhausted and bored by this predicament, but stood beside his father, and sung with him, albeit speaking under his breath. Rebecca was more involved in it than they were, and she cast them a stare as they showed little to no enthusiasm. It was distressing for her because she had hoped it would be something to do together, and she did not know why they opposed it so aggressively.

Uggh I could not hate this place more than I do right now, Ian thought to him-self with a groan.

"I wish that the two of you would stop looking depressed," She harshly susurrated, "It is embarrassing."

Matthias told her not to start, and they continued to endure the singing until the preacher moved back into speaking, this time talking about the struggles of one family, who had dealt with the loss of a relative. There was a silent prayer performed, and then Dr. Thompson now moved onto what he called a plea for salvation, for a troubled member of the community. Ian looked around and found that the Oswalds had been sitting near them, and he caught a glimpse of Keith looking over at him.

You stupid fat fucking ass hole, keep looking at me.

"We received a concerned letter from an individual of our community, that there are troubled youth in this world, closer to us than we know. Now--god loves all of his children, amen! But some of our children are misguided--lost in the new age acceptance of ways that we're taught are either proven by science, by men in lab coats!" The preacher put his hands on the podium and shook his head, "But these men are not of god, they do not know god's will. God wants to love his children, but--if these children choose a lifestyle that is offensive, or threatening--what can we do, but try to guide them back into the light? Let us pray for these misguided children."

That--mother fucker! Ian's eyes widened as he realized what the preacher was talking about, and he gripped his fists, That--fucking asshole!

Everyone in the church lowered their heads to pray and Ian cocked his eyebrow and whispered, "You have got to be kidding me." He looked to his dad who was shaking his head and sighed, and Rebecca told them to bow their heads. Ian refused to, narrowing his eyes up to look at the preacher, who seemed so passionately involved as he discussed homosexuality being like a foggy glasses, obfuscating the light of the lord.

"There are some people here, you believe that Christians should be forced to accept this way of life, and I understand that we should be tolerant, but we cannot allow our way of life to be encroached upon. Marriage and family are an ancient tradition, Amen. And I do not believe that we should allow this way of life to be altered, for the sake of protecting our children from deviants, can I get an Amen?"

The church resounded with amen, and Ian had dealt with this enough, and immediately pardoned him-self and left the church, walking out to the parking lot, and muttering under his breath "fuck this." Rebecca looked at Ian and followed him out instantly, and Matthias sighed and shook his head, accompanying them outside; by the time he shut the door behind him, Ian and his mother were in a heat debate.

". . . fucking way I going to sit through that intolerant bull shit!" Ian growled at her, "Are you kidding?! I am not going to fucking be in a place filled with homophobes!"

"Don't you DARE talk to me like that!" Rebecca snarled at her son as he followed him down the steps, "Ian you turn around and look at me right now! Now I have tried sweety, to put up with your attitude lately--but frankly I don't understand why you think you can just show out like this, you are NOT an adult yet!"

Ian spun around on the bottom of the steps and glared at her, "You were just going to sit there, and be peachy with them talking shit about gay people?!"

"I don't have an opinion, but you and your father have worked tirelessly to embarrass me in front of people, when all I've tried to do is be peaceful with you!" Rebecca almost shrieked, as she moved down the steps rapidly to face Ian, "And I am sick of it! Now you march back in there, or I swear to god I am taking tour Xbox away, even if your father says no!"

"No!" Ian protested, "I am not fucking going to be around that shit! How can you not be bothered when they're talking about your own son that way!"

"Because you shouldn't care what they say, and I am not going to cause a scene about it, either!" Rebecca argued with almost a laugh of exhaustion with her son's defiant ways, "Why are you so damn offended?"

"Because gay people are FUCKING killed in religious persecution, mom!" Ian bellowed out at her, "How come you don't give a shit about me? How come you've never fucking cared about anyone but your-self; stealing pills, and writing suicide letters to dad!"

Rebecca staggered as her son yelled this at her, she did not know that he knew about the suicide letters she had written the time when she had tried to swallow a bottle of her sister's painkillers. Ian was never told about her trip to the hospital, and she felt almost weak now, as he screamed this information at her.

"That--that has nothing to do with this, Ian." She almost whispered, her hands trembling, "Now you need to stop, and calm down, right now!"

"Why?" Ian growled at her, "So you can just try to make your-self look good at my own fucking expense? You didn't come up here to see us--you came up her, because we're a just in case family! You are so fucking selfish, mom!"

Rebecca reared her hand back and slapped her son across the face, and his snout was thrown to his right, and his eyes widened as he felt the hot sting across the side of his face. Before he could even react his father had rushed over to pull him away, and set him aside, before marching up to Rebecca. He was speechless and held up his hand to scream at her, but dropped it and turned away, walking a few steps to the truck, and then turned around to march back up to her.

"Rebecca, what the hell is wrong with you?" Matthias began, crossing his arms to keep him-self still, "Hitting our son--"

"You were going to let him speak to me like that?" She asked, trembling down to her legs, her eyes were wide and reddening. "Is that what you want, for your son to be ok speaking to his mother like that?"

"Did I say I was ok with him cussing!?" Matthias angrily argued back at her, and pointed to his son, "He has a right to not want to be in a place where what he is, is condemned! But you--you have no right to EVER hit our son!"

Rebecca gripped her fist, "I was just trying to have one day--one peaceful day. You two ganged up on me on Friday, and now you're doing this today!"

Matthias groaned and held his head, looking up at the sky, "Rebecca, please. This is not about you, have you never stopped to think about our son!? You haven't, it has always been about you! You made us come here, instead of all of us deciding together; but you won't have that, Rebecca! You'd rather kill your-self or see your son be miserable, than let go of what happened!"

"How--dare you! You bastard!" Rebecca cried out and walked aggressively towards Matthias, getting in his face and spit on him as she yelled.

She screamed and ranted in his face and Matthias stood there taking it quietly, before his wife pushed him in the shoulder. He told her not to, and she did it again, and then popped him in the jaw, and Matthias shuddered as she provoked him with another pop the mouth. Matthias stomped away from her before he lost his temper and pulled Ian by the shoulder towards the truck, pushing him inside of it. Ian's face was screwed into a mixture of anger and hurt, and Matthias gently touched him on the side of the face, saying he would take care of it, and just to wait there.

"Rebecca, you need help." Matthias said under his breath, as he closed the truck door. "You need fucking help, because you're crazy, and you've been crazy for years!"

" I AM CRAZY?!" She shrieked out in the parking lot, "You bastard! I wish I had never fucking married you!"

"Why did you come here, then!?" Matthias demanded, "Why are you here?! Did you get bored of them, or did they finally get tired of your shit, Rebecca, because I am at my limit with you!"

"Well then maybe you should just get the fuck out of here! I never wanted you anyways; you got me pregnant, Matthias!"

"You told me you were ready to have children; we dated for two years, Rebecca." Matthias reminded her with a narrow of his eyes, "I took up a better job so _you_could have it easier, to be a mother! I worked sixteen hour shifts for you, and our son; and the most thanks I ever got out of it, was from Ian!"

Matthias looked away and glared at the road and shook his head quietly. She screamed at him for shaking his head at her and walked around the side of the truck to slap at his shoulder and chest again, trying to punch him; Matthias held her hands and pushed her away, trying not to make it any worse. She stumbled and caught her-self, before taking off her heels, and trying to peg Matthias with them. Matthias moved away and opened the truck door, quickly sliding inside of it, as she banged on the window with her shoes; her face was twisted, and enraged. He pulled out his cell phone and instantly called Brad, asking if he was busy, or not.

"No man, I and Janet just got back from running! Who is that yelling in the background?"

"My ex-wife." Matthias shook his head, "she lost her mind and hit Ian. I locked her out side of the truck."

"I'll have Janet come get her." Brad instantly began, "Where are you guys at?"

"St. Francis," Matthias looked out his window as his wife, who had backed away from the truck.

"She needs someone to get her out of here, she is hysterical. I do not know if she is on something, or not."

"All right, we'll be there as soon as possible. Are you and Ian ok?"

"Yes. Our invitation to church was just so my son could be criticized for being gay by a worried fucking member of the community," Matthias snarled lowly and gripped the steering wheel, "I am sick of this neighborhood."

"I feel you, Matthias." Brad sighed quietly, "All right, we're on our way."

"Ok, thank you Brad." Matthias hung up, then rolled down the window as he started up the truck; Rebecca looked up at him from her cell phone as she was busy making a call, and Matthias simply frowned at this woman, unable to look at her anymore. The entire ride home was in silence as Ian felt his heart racing his face stinging, and he did not look up from his hands even once, until his father pulled into the drive way, and they lingered for a moment.

I hate her--so much. Why does my mom have to act like this--why the fuck can't she just be god damn normal.

Ian quietly stepped out of the truck, shaking his head, and felt numb; he hated his mom now, so much more than he had ever hated her before. She was crazy--she was just fucking crazy. His dad looked guilt stricken as they walked into the house, which was cool, and dark; and Matthias felt guilty putting her off on Brad, but he could not bring her home, not that way. He looked at Ian in the face and gently touched where she had slapped him, and he sighed quietly, "Son--I am sorry--god dammit, I am sorry Ian."

"It--it is fine." Ian felt his eyes tense up as he wanted to cry as well but he refused to, fighting him-self as his father looked down at him.

"It is not, she had no right to lay a hand on you!" Matthias argued and he dropped onto one knee and grasped, his son close, burying his face against his son's shoulder, apologizing over and over for what had been happening. Ian had never seen his dad cry like this and he squeezed him as tight as he could; Matthias shuddered slightly, as he felt so angry, and defeated by what happened.

"I should have never let her back here! I should have never told her it was ok to come back because I knew this would happen! I thought it would be good for you to spend time with your mother--maybe it would help her."

Ian held his dad by his head and gently rubbed over his neck and shoulders, asked him to stop crying, trying to think of what to say to his dad. He hated hearing him like this, seeing him shake and be so miserable and beget with grief. He waited until his father had relaxed a little bit, and rubbed at his back softly, telling his dad he smelt like cheap aftershave. Matthias wiped off his face and smiled at his son's attempts to try to calm him down, and Ian looked into those glossy amber eyes. They were bright today; Ian admitted his dad's eyes were beautiful to him, even if he was a mess right now.

"Dad, you've never done anything wrong, to me." Ian assured him with a gentle tone, "You've been an amazing dad--mom needs help, but none of this is your fault, ok? What is your fault is that cologne: it smells like a politician's middle finger."

Matthias paused for a moment and then chuckled; it felt odd to have his son be the one comforting him, mentioning that Ian was just growing up too fast to handle all of this like a champion. His son laughed and he smiled at him, and told his dad they should just put it behind them, try to have a better day instead; Ian mentioned maybe they should eat, or just relax. Matthias held up his hand as he was called and he answered the phone, it was Janet, and she was asking what in the hell had happened! Explaining to her in great detail from start to finish, which took fifteen minutes of careful consideration, to make sure Janet was fully versed in almost everything.

Janet sighed over the phone, "Wow--I had no idea this much was actually going on between you two, Matthias. She only told me that she had slapped Ian."

"Well I doubt she would want you to look down on her. After her sister died, Rebecca has had few friends, and--fewer good days: I didn't know if her coming back up here was a good idea, or not. I hoped it would be."

Janet was unsure of what to do, but offered to take her in for a day or two, to help her recover from what happened. She would come by later to get her some clothes, which Matthias said was fine, and he apologized for putting her off on them like this, but he did not have any other options.

"Oh that is ok; taking care of people is something we all do. You take care of Ian, I'll see if I can get her to come around."

"She needs therapy," Matthias quietly said. "She has refused it for years--I could never convince her to go to meet other women who have been through the same thing."

"Some people are scared of it, I think. Seeing other people in pain like them can make them feel--numb to it, and maybe she is just scared of letting go."

"Maybe--I don't even know anymore." Matthias muttered, closing his eyes, "I just this had not gotten to where it is now. I feel like I've done nothing but make mistakes the last few years."

Janet understood, telling him he was doing the right thing, but ultimately Rebecca just did not seem to know how to handle the problems she felt inside. She had calmed down and seemed to have fallen asleep in the guest room after she calmed down, and Janet promised she would be ok over there, and could stay as long as she needed.

"Thanks Janet, you're a life saver," Matthias replied, and then they hung up. Ian had moved to the couch and had taken off his shoes, sitting down and biting the inside of his cheek. His face still stung a little bit and he huffed out, looking up to the ceiling, when his dad came to sit beside him. He explained that Rebecca would probably be gone for a few days, and he would have work tomorrow in the morning, but did not feel good leaving him alone. Ian promised he would be ok, if anything he would just sleep in for the day, and relax, because he was tired as hell.

"I know you are, son." Matthias nodded and smiled at him confidently, "you have handled all this so maturely, Ian. I am proud of you."

"Thanks, dad." Ian said with a smile, looking down a bit, "So what are we going to do now, about mom?"

"Your mom needs help professional help, and I hope this is what finally breaks her away from all of that pain. Do you think you're going to be ok for now, Ian?" Matthias asked him, "Is there anything you want to do, Ian? Because I know you've been under so much pressure--it is not fair for you."

"Well I mean we've been through a lot lately, so it is nothing I can't handle." Ian assured him with a smile, "And, I mean, I can't just sit here and be an ass about it--sorry about the other day, too."

"Well you had all the rights to be mad at us," Matthias nodded to him. "I want to try to make all of this up to you; it's going to be a stressful couple of days I think. What would you like to do?"

Ian smiled and laughed a little shyly and looked over to him, "well--I have an idea of something I'd want to do, you know. We haven't done it in weeks."

Matthias laughed coolly and pat his son on the leg, "I know-- but let's wait for now; too many people are awake."

Matthias leaned back, wrapping his arm around his son and then moved closer to him, slowly easing his son into the back of the couch. Ian felt his dad's body move closer and Matthias whispered in his ear they would have the whole night to let out their stress. The deep voice against his ear made his young body shake, and his father's hand moved over the dragon's chest slowly, asking him if he liked the idea.

"That sounds great dad," Ian said with shakiness to his voice as he felt excited. "I--really look forward to it tonight, hehe."

"Good, because my son is not going to be neglected." Matthias promised him with a kiss to his neck, and he gently nuzzled into his son, "I have to make up for two weeks of it, right?"

"Y-yeah," Ian whispered as he felt his dad's warm tongue drag over his neck, and the soft bite made him gasp out in ecstasy, and clutch his dad around the shoulders.

"Well then--we'll do whatever you want," Matthias promised his son, with a soft bite to his neck again. He heard his boy gasp and felt his body tense up and shiver, bringing to his own body a surge of arousal from all the tension and the pleasure of hearing his son moan like that was undeniably fixating.

"Dad--grrr--I thought you said we were going to wait?" Ian muttered as he flexed against his father's body and began to kiss, and bite at his big neck in return, tasting his scales after so long. "Do you want to do it right now?"

"No," Matthias said firmly, purposely teasing his son now with a grizzly moan as his neck was sucked on, and he gripped his son by the back of his neck, "I just want to let you know I still want you too."

Matthias held his son's athletic waist, rubbing up his chest, and his son leaned closer with a soft rumbling at the touching. He gripped his shoulders a little more firmly, and leaned in to kiss his son on his lips passionately, and Ian wrapped his arms around his dad, moaning out into his mouth as the kiss was deep, and warm.

"Ugggh--dammit, dad." Ian groaned, looking up at his father's handsome mug, thinking of his big, red, vein throbbing member. "I really want to suck your cock, so bad."

"You will, but let's get undressed, and try to relax until later tonight." Matthias whispered to his son, "Can't be too careful, it'll be busy today."

Ian felt almost dehydrated from the lust he was feeling for his dad again, and the two changed out of their dress clothes into loose-fitting attire in the room together. Ian's heart fluttered as he saw his father's muscular body, his thick legs, round ass and beefy chest, and the vein popping arms. Matthias let his son look him over, grinning when he looked over Ian's athletic body, his young abs and well sculpted rear. It was a painful restraint not to latch onto his son but he did not want to do it, not until they could really be alone, with each other again.

They moved into Matthias's bed after drawing the curtains and lay close to one another; Ian's tail was moving about as he was excited, and he wrapped it over his father's, and nestled into his bare chest. Matthias's big arms held onto his son tightly and the two lay in the dark, cool room in silence, savoring this intimacy. Matthias softly kissed his son on the top of his snout then Ian rubbed at his father's chest in response, shifting one leg over him and compressed into him tightly.

"Hey dad," Ian began quietly.

"What is it?" Matthias asked him, gently reaching up to grab his hand.

"If--you and I weren't together, would you have found anyone else?" Ian was curious to know, wondering it now, "Just a curious thought."

"Probably not," Matthias said honestly. "I can't really imagine my-self trying to find another woman--or a man." He laughed a little quietly, closed his eyes, "I'm happy I have you instead, even if you're a headache."

Ian snickered and moved closer to his dad's face, listening to him breath slowly, feeling his heart beat against his hand. The stress of the day was intense but it was now dissolving away, and it for now felt like it was last month, peaceful, and happy. He trusted his dad would never let anything bad happen to him, and Ian knew he was the luckiest son the planet, having what he had with Matthias. He closed his eyes and softly licked at his father's neck to sooth him, delighted by the low rumbles and moans that responded to his intimate osculation of his father's neck.

"Let me ask you son, would you have found an older guy like me?" Matthias whispered, him-self now curious, "Or someone your age?"

Ian was not sure, admitting he didn't really think about it often, but he figured he would probably try to find someone older, and not sagging, like his dad. Matthias snorted at the stab and laughed a bit at his son, telling him he had big balls for such a little dragon, which he still had the authority to ground. They both laughed quietly and eventually Ian drifted off into a quite sleep in his dad's arms, and Matthias lay awake for some time, drifting in and out of a light, and trance like sleep.

He cooked for me, he cleaned--he did everything he could to keep me happy. This boy deserves so much, Matthias looked to his sleeping son's face, touching his cute lips, I'll never, ever again let him be hurt by Rebecca, or those fucking ass holes down the lane.

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The day had passed by more peacefully as the two had laid in bed, talking to each other endlessly over almost everything that came to mind. Matthias reconnected with his son as Ian talked about his parkour again, as if he had never even told his dad about it before. Matthias could not remember the last time had watched his son actually do Parkour, and he widened his eyes, snapping his fingers with Ian's head in his lap.

"Christmas is settled." He said affirmatively, nodding as he pet at his son's neck.

"What? What are you planning?" Ian looked up from his dad's stomach, treating it like a pillow, rising and falling with his deep breaths.

"Not telling you, Ian. You know better," Matthias replied with a smirk.

"Uggh, dad, I am going to feed you to the wolves." Ian protested with a snicker, "Come on--give me a hint, at least."

Matthias looked up at the roof, and tilted his head, and nodded. "Fiber Optic."

"The--the heck does that mean?"

"You wanted a hint, there you go!" Matthias laughed and smiled down at him, "You'll like it, I think. It involves your parkour, but I won't tell you anything else Ian."

Ian snorted and nodded, wondering what he should get his dad, tracing a shape along his left pectoral. What would dad like--I mean I don't really know what he likes to do outside of work, he never actually does anything.

"Dad what do you want for Christmas?" Ian asked him unsurely, "I don't really know what to get you--aside from stupid tie, or a pen."

"Uggh, no." Matthias groaned, "No, Ian, just no. You can hit the bricks if you buy me that crap--you know I don't wear ties."

"Well what should I get you then?" Ian asked him, "I mean you don't have hobbies."

"You being happy is enough for me; just surprise me son, I'll like whatever you get me."

Ian wondered what he could get him, thinking maybe some kind of exotic liquor from overseas would be a good idea. He'd just use his dad's card at some point to buy him a nice alcohol, he did love Jägermeister and he moved up to his dad's snout, and gave him a soft kiss again.

"Mrrm, what time is it dad?"

"One in the afternoon," Matthias answered, "We've laid here for a few hours now."

Ian moved to sit up beside his dad, "What do you want to do now?"

"I'm fine laying here with you," Matthias replied, "Want to watch a movie?"

"Zombieland, all the way," Ian almost instantly answered, and scooted close to his dad's arm, moving under it, "What about dinner?"

"Let's order some pizza; sometime easy, right?"

"Yeah, that sounds fine!" Ian was excited and grinned widely. There was a knock at the front door and Matthias moved up to peek outside his door to see who it was, and then closed his door, walking back to the bed. Ian asked him who it was and Matthias simply replied 'no', and told him not to mind it. There were several more knocks at the door, and Matthias shook his head, asking god 'why', before he got dressed. He told Ian to stay in his room, and promptly walked to his living room door, and opened it, where Keith, Alice, and the Lakins stood on his porch.

"What do you want, Keith." Matthias asked him calmly.

Keith cocked his eyebrow, "Where is Rebecca?"

"Why?"

"Are you refusing to tell me where she is?" Keith prodded, and Matthias saw him smirk partially, and laughed.

"Rebecca is not here, she is gone." Matthias kept his eyes focused on the man, "Is there something that you need?"

"Just a statement; we have several church members who claim they saw domestic violence in the parking lot."Keith replied coolly, "You know, our neighborhood has very little tolerance for--"

"I agree. This neighborhood does seem to be intolerant, especially of my son, and me." Matthias sharply replied and he leaned forward to Keith, looking him directly in the eyes, "You mock my son, insult my son, or even look at my son again, we're going to have problems. Don't think that because you're Captain of the watch, that I won't slap your head so hard it flies off your shoulders."

"Keith, come on." Alice began, tugging at his arm, but he shrugged her off.

"Are you threatening me?" Keith began, "Because if you are. . ."

"Keith, honestly, I am not in the mood for a fat, middle-aged, dickless man trying to police me." Matthias replied firmly and held his hand up to shut Keith up. "I did not hit Rebecca, but you can make a scene if you want; she'll be happy to tell you how she slapped our son in a fit of rage, and attacked me too. Go on, then!"

Keith frowned deeply at the comments and he nodded, "Fine, so you won't tell us where Rebecca is. I am going to the police about it, to report what I, and several others saw. I am going to the landlord tomorrow, about your son being on the roof, and child negligence!"

"Go to the police," Matthias retaliated, "Go ahead and do whatever makes your dickless ass feel better, Keith! Because honestly, I don't give a red rat's ass anymore!"

"You wouldn't do a damn thing, because if you did, you're out of this house the moment you do!"

Matthias rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Well unless the Landlord personally comes up here and evicts me, I'm not scared of your ass. So go ahead, squeal to the landlord; then after that, you can leave me the fuck alone."

"I will!" Keith barked angrily, "I'm going to get you and your faggot son. . ."

Without a moment to blink, Matthias had snatched Keith by his throat and slammed him into the wall against the side of the porch, and growled at him threateningly, looking him directly into his eyes.

"Let me make this clear; you may push around people who are too chicken shit to whoop your ass, but don't think I won't knock your fucking teeth out, if you talk about my son again!"

"Matthias let him go!" Alice begged him worriedly, looking to her husband in fear, "Keith, just apologize to the man!"

Keith spit out, and Matthias's arm shook as he let him go, dropping him back onto his feet, but then Keith felt him-self dragged by his shirt collar and throw onto the grass, his face falling in the dirt. He screamed that Matthias was going to go to jail for what he did, and Matthias asked him if he really intended to confess for threatening his son to the police, because he doubted they would believe him. Matthias turned to look at the other three and cocked his eyebrow, asking if any of them had a problem with his son being gay. They were silent, and Matthias stomped away from them, and pointed for them to leave, which they instantly did, picking Keith up and walking him away from the yard. Matthias shut the door, took a deep breath, and sighed, straightening him-self up; he closed the curtains and locked the door, so he would not have to see anyone else outside his home.

Returning back to the room Ian had heard the conversation, and his father told him not to worry about any of it, and just to continue from where they left off. Ian told his dad to lie down on his stomach, and then Ian moved over to knead his dad's thick back muscles, and shoulders. Matthias rumbled low and turned his head onto his side as he felt the fingers and knuckles press down deeply, and his skin was pinched, and rolled; it was blissful. He had not been massaged in so long that as Ian continued to work over his body, occasionally kissing up and down his dad's spine, the big dragon would eventually fall into a light sleep from the soothing movements. Ian eventually stopped so as to not wake his dad, and gently lay beside him, feeling his dad breath out his nose, and kissed him softly.

"Dad, I love you so much," Ian whispered to him, moving to rest their noses beside against each other, and closed his eyes.

"I love you too, Ian," Matthias managed to mutter out of his mouth with a gratified sigh as his son kissed his lips; "I would do anything for you, son."

"I know dad--that is why I love you so much," Ian whispered back to him, "I want it to just be us--from now on, just me and my boyfriend."

Matthias smiled and nodded, agreeing he also wanted that; he opened his eyes and wrapped his arm around his son, and brought him close in a tight embrace, and promised him it would only be them.