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For the entire ride over, Vincent wasn't sure what to expect. Maybe yelling and screaming?, crying and hugging?, silence?. A combination of the three somehow. What was had not crossed his mind, was Issac handcuffed to the couch by his feet, with his arms tied behind his back. No this was most defiantly not on his list at all.

How would you have reacted?. Vincent froze. His mind rejected what he saw, unable to add up what had got Isaac here. He walked in, still staring, shutting the door and putting his shoes aside. His face was a wrinkle of concentration. Inside he wanted to spring to Isaac's side to comfort him, but the bear was in a haze.

"Vincent!" Isaac shouted, tears in his eyes now, "I'm so sorry. Run! He's a psycho! Get out of here!"

That triggered something, and Vincent bounded to his dog's side, kneeling and trying to find something for his hands to do that would help the situation, but not succeeding much. Then Vincent saw Squall, still seated in the chair, gazing at him with cold eyes that were empty, like he had seen this coming, and it was all part of a plan only he was privy. A naturally strong, cocky look that put Vincent off. This was his uncle...his caring sweet uncle who had seen him grow up. He had bought the boat, them presents, Vincent part of his first car....he had been there through it all.

"Uncle Squall....." started Vincent a little confused, but his confusion turned to anger at a rate that alarmed even the bear. It was guardian angel time. "Let him go. Now!"

Squall just stared back, there was something...primal in his eyes. Angry but still in control a little, but that part was hanging by a thread. "You know I could have you arrested for breaking and entering," he stated in monotone. "How about, 'gee uncle Squall, what did he do to deserve this?'"

Vincent stood up, "No one deserves this. Let him go. What kind of father are you?"

"He's not!" Isaac said, "He's a good for noth.....ohhhhhh!" Isaac moaned. The little shift he had made had rubbed his hard member around in his pants, the drugs intensifying that to an extreme level. "Fuck....." Isaac breathed, closing his eyes in ecstasy.

Vincent looked back down at Isaac as he wiggled around. "What's wrong?" He turned back to Squall "What did you do?!?." He was furious now. Isaac was in....pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell, and hard to decide which angered him more. He walked around to Squall who quickly stood and put the table between them, the primal look getting more so.

"He's my son! I can do with him whatever I want!" It was half a cry of desperation, "GET out of my HOUSE!" He roared, "Leave us be!"

"Like hell!" Vincent managed, trying to round the table, but Squall continued to move around it in a similar way, like a pair of cowboys. "Let him go and we'll leave." It was taking a great level of skill to keep his feelings in check. He felt a vein on his face clench, his jaw equally clenching into a snarl. His breathing also increased. He knew what would have to be done if Squall didn't succumb to reason, but to be absolutely honest, even now, he dreaded the thought.

Isaac was in a wave of pleasure, barely registering the two potential combatants, but his mind still racing with concern for Vincent. Squall was nuts, these drugs were potent shit. All he had done was rub his cock on his boxers as he leaned forward to yell at Squall and he could feel his pre flow out, a sensation stronger than any complete orgasm he had ever had before washed over him, making him squirm.

Squall was also right about his need for it. He could smell the musk in the room; his senses amplified to the point where he could all but see the scents in the air, the feelings racing through him, giving new meaning to the word 'need'. He could tell you where Vincent's smell was, where his and Squall's met, and where they mixed. He could tell you Vincent's was much earthier smelling then salty, but Squall's dirty sweaty smell was more intense and prominent.

He could also hear everything in the room. Vincent's breathing, Squall's heart, where the floor squeaked below them as they walked about. It was all so clear and crisp. Finally his ecstasy wave subsided and he opted to sit still, not wanting to jizz his pants right there. No....he wanted it, just he wanted it with a partner. A physical person to experience it with......

Isaac knew that that was the drugs talking, he knew because right now all he wanted to do was to yell for Vincent to run and just call for help, but he didn't want him to leave..... His fragrance to leave.... It was so addicting. So loving. Isaac needed it. He wanted to have that bear's naked body all over him so he could drown in it. So the clothes wouldn't get in the way. So it would be part of him. Forever.

He wanted the same with the fox. His scent was just as glorious. Just as thrilling in its own way. Isaac hated himself for thinking it, but it was like a food craving, and his food was right there, dancing in front of him with another craving. Teasing him with their mingling. Isaac started seeing the two making out in his mind, the thought caused another eruption in his now already damp boxers. Fucking drugs.....they were making him see and hear it now, confusing him.

'Fuck' Isaac thought to himself, breathing heavily, 'I'm so useless right now.' He started tearing on the floor. If Vincent got hurt he would never forgive himself. But he couldn't see them from his angle along the couch, and couldn't move an inch to save his bear.

Vincent finally snapped, charging, unable to stop himself at this point. He leaped over the table directly into Squall, getting on top of him. "Let Isaac go you bastard!" It was hard to say, Vincent had loved his uncle all these years. Still he knew this needed to be done. But why did it have to be Squall? Him of all people. He was always there for Vincent, as embarrassing as it would be to admit, he had vented to Squall when he was younger, about his dad, and his towering expectations.

The fox struggled beneath him, trying to get up, but had 200+ pounds of muscle on him, so his squirms didn't last long. "You gonna beat your uncle is that it?" He asked, face in a snarl. "Go ahead, beat me till I'm black and blue, you're not getting Isaac until he loves his dad!" His legs kicked in vain, his arms trying to lift the bear off him.

Vincent growled, pausing a moment, then bringing his large fist into Squall's face. Vincent felt a sickening, yet strangely satisfying crack. He was finally protecting Isaac from danger, or at least from any more of it. Squall fell still, taking the next blow as well. His nose dripped blood consistently, his left eye shut, most likely blackened. But even through it all he managed to smile, blood in his teeth from his broken nose, and laughed.

That caught Vincent off guard, he paused, fist back and ready to launch again. "You think this is pain Vincent?. No, I was separated from the only people who meant something to me in the field of family. No offense but your dad isn't exactly willing to trust."

Vincent snarled even more, "Wonder why?" Another punch, this time to the teeth. Squall yelped, ending the cruel laughter.

Unfortunately, for that second Vincent lightened up on his grip and Squall jumped on it. With astonishing force he pushed up on the bear and got his upper body free long enough to pull something from his pocket. Vincent knew what it was and cringed as it was thrust at him. It hit his skin, at first nothing, then every muscle in his body flexed involuntarily, bringing him screaming to the foetal position off of the fox.

Isaac managed to tilt his head, he saw the Taser, he smelled the burning fur immediately after the device was activated, not a lot but on the drugs they might as well have lit a fire in the room. He saw Vincent fall out of view in a roar, but at least the two had stopped making out....

No, they weren't doing that.

That was the drugs talking.....

Right?

But of course they were, Isaac could sense how much sexual need the two had, of course they had gotten together while Isaac wasn't looking. God he just wanted to fuck both of their brains out. Isaac grew jealous of the bear and the fox. He wanted to experience that. He grinned to himself and wiggled his hips, diving into another blinding wave of ecstasy and bliss, while simultaneously getting a much better view. He moaned loudly.

That would teach them to ignore him. He could do this himself if necessary....

Vincent struggled for breath, his body shaking from both physical and mental shock. A Taser? Really? That was sooooo necessary. He tried to get up, fearing what was going to happen if he didn't. He propped himself up on his paws and looked up to see a foot collide with his chest. If he wasn't a football player, that might have fazed him. He took the moment of Squall's shock at a failed hit to tackle him again, knocking the Taser from his paw.

But Squall was a tall guy himself, he used his feet to kick Vincent over him with the momentum from the tackle as they hit the ground, getting to his feet again, a low wrestlers stance.

Vincent turned as he got up, Isaac over to his right behind Squall, Squall eying the bear with malicious eyes, uncaring and angry, all control absent. Vincent was scared, the thought of this, a real fight, terrified him. He knew this; he wanted, at least on the surface of his mind, to get out of here. But depth is the key to any mind. Beneath the surface this was.....amazing, a splash of fresh, cold water on his face. For once in his life he was trying so hard because he wanted to. He was here because it was his choice to be. He grinned to himself, his physical body mirroring the water under the surface of his mind, a strong, energetic fighter. A protector, fresh and invigorated with purpose.

Vincent took the boxers stance he learned, bouncing a little on his feet, he was clumsy sure, but punching a wall never really did much to the wall now did it?. He eyed Isaac, moaning on the ground, kicking at nothing, promising the dog he would get him out of this mess.

Vincent hopped a little more forward towards Squall, slowly closing the gap between the two. Squall tensed and took a big step forward, growling. His canine paws barely managed to fit around the bears wrists and he tried to bring the hulking boy to the ground. Vincent grinned, pulling back, breaking the connection and punching him square in the chest.

Squall fell back, sitting on the arm of the couch to which their prize was tied to. Then his roared again, going low this time and trying to sweep the bears legs. It was Vincent's turn to be shocked by his opponents strength as he dropped to his knees. Luckily for Vincent, Squall hadn't thought it through, and his kicking foot was trapped in his ursine opponents locked knees. Vincent got his grip on the situation and delivered another punch to the muzzle, and a follow up to the gut.

Vincent tried to stand, but Squall got his foot free and kicked him in the jaw. They got to their stances again, Squall's mimicking Vincent's, who was rubbing his sore chin, and spitting a bit of blood from biting his tongue. It was incredible déjà vu next. Punch by punch was eerily similar to the fight with Nathan. Punch, block, punch, punch, block, keep blocking as he waited for an opening, punch to the chest.

But this wasn't the gym, there were no rules, and for a moment Vincent forgot that. Squall went low under Vincent's paws and using his paws and support lifted his foot under Vincent's guard and into his jaw again. His vision went cloudy but he felt the fox grip his jacket and pull him forward as he shoved his knee into his gut.

Isaac's head was slowly clearing, the drugs initial effects wearing off slowly but surely. By that I mean he could move his head without risk of cumming up his pants. His senses where still on a high, but his cock was far less sensitive to touch then it was before. Even without the drugs though, he couldn't break through steel handcuffs. Isaac sat up slowly, the hallucinations dying out, but what was left was far worse. Vincent and Squall were still fighting. Vincent had just been kneed in the stomach, but now head-butted Isaac's bastard father.

It didn't matter that Vincent was winning, he was in danger, and Isaac had put him there. He was always putting loved ones in danger.... Squall recovered, dodging a punch and running up the stairs behind them. Vincent followed, but halfway up the wooden steps Squall turned, and they all froze...

This was it, Squall thought as he looked down at his nephew. The last chance. All or nothing. He would get his son back or, more likely, be seriously hurt trying to do it. He took a second to look at Isaac, his situation was bad. Squall had finally gotten control of himself mid fight. The situation was worse than bad, it was truly un-winnable. Overwhelming. How had he gone this far? He hadn't since Patti.

He wins, his son hates him, he goes to jail. He loses, he's hurt and alone....

His son, the fruit of his loins, the one good thing he did with his messed up life, his gift to the world looked at him with such contempt. He hated his guts, and with good reason. Squall turned back to Vincent, a tear in his own eye. The son of his best friend who he watched grow up, imagining it was his own son he could not see. The contempt was just the same there as well.

Crap!.

He knew what he had to do. And it sucked ass.

Then he readied himself to jump at the bear, only hard wood to grace their fall. He saw the look of realization in the bear's eye, a look of self-awareness Squall had never seen before in Vincent. One of potential loss.

It was all too much. Squall yelled, jumping forward. He knew he had just handed himself over to the police, and he was fine with it. He purposefully jumped too high; all Vincent had to do was raise his paws to throw him over his head. Squall got one last look at Isaac, time being cruel and not slowing for him. He didn't even register the sadness that crossed Isaac's eyes after the he hit the ground. The last thing Squall saw was hate.

"SQUALL!!" Isaac shouted as he hit the ground hard. The fox crumpled over, unmoving. Isaac wasn't sure how he should feel and hated himself for it. He shouldn't shed a tear for this son-of-a-bitch, but he did. Just one. It was painful how fast he got over the fact that his dad might be dead. But he didn't care. He sat there after that first scream in shock, than the shock faded before Vincent walked down the steps to the fox's body. Isaac could see now Squall was breathing, he was probably just knocked out, but NOTHING could compare to the sense of relief he was feeling.

It was how he imagined a comic book character would feel if they actually solved all the worlds crime and the writer wasn't a dick and kept writing him into loss and hardship. He was free. Free of the evil, free to chose. He was with the guy of his dreams, he was loved by the mother he didn't know could feel anything until recently. Life seemed good from his prospective, and he smiled.

Vincent walked over to Isaac, keys in his hand. He quickly undid the handcuffs and took Isaac into his arms for a hug. Tears streamed down their faces.

"I thought I lost you."

"You could have gotten hurt you idiot. You should've run."

"There's no way I was leaving you. And you're the idiot for doing this alone."

"I'm so sorry, I had to, but...I put you in danger."

"Don't wory about it, I would do it all over again for you."

"I....I don't deserve your forgiveness."

"You already have it, even if it was unnecessary."

They looked at each other, breaking the hug, and without a single word of warning, kissed each other passionately. Their tongues fought each other's, Vincent's the larger and stronger, easily subdued the dogs as they took in each others taste. It was glorious for both of them, their first real, passionate kiss. To Isaac it was electric, the bear pleasing all five of his senses on such a magnified scale. It was wet and sexy, but the severity of the moment was still closing in on them. Vincent brought Isaac to his feet and they walked out of the place either would have once considered home.

Isaac's head spun with pleasure again, forcing Vincent to carry him to his car. Vincent called the ambulance for Squall and they drove away, but Isaac told him not to call the police.

Isaac felt free. A complete relief. He didn't look back at the house as they drove away, he didn't need to. He'd washed his hands of it.

"So why can't you walk? Are you hurt? Do we need to head to the hospital?" Vincent asked at they hit the highway, a concern in his voice that was rarely expressed by the bear, who normally chose to remain calm, but chose to screw calmity for his mate.

Isaac blushed, now just realizing that the car's overwhelming Vincent smell threatened his boxers again. He rolled down the window, but that only made the smell's whip around his nose. "No, I'm not hurt," he managed, trying hard to remain calm and closing the window.

"Then what is it?" Vincent pressed, taking Isaac's paw in his own.

Isaac stopped. He wanted this to happen. And with a new confidence in himself he went for it. "Pull over please."

Vincent looked at him and complied. The highway was empty, it wasn't a very popular road, a non-toll road leading to the town for a few minutes less travel as well. Plus, not many people drove right now.

Vincent looked at Isaac, a compassion in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Isaac smiled a devious smile, thanking God that the car didn't have a divider, between the passenger and the driver. Isaac undid his seat belt and leaned into Vincent for a kiss, putting his knees on the seat, his paws on the bear's strong ursine shoulders. Vincent only paused a moment, but got into the kiss immediately. They felt each other, Vincent's seat belt coming off as well in the mad motion of arms and lips.

"Nothing's wrong silly." Isaac managed, somehow managing to get his shirt off, his bare chest exposed. "I just want this so much right now. I'm not being pushy am I?"

Vincent smiled at Isaac's chest. "Not at all." Isaac moved over Vincent, straddling his waist even in the car. Isaac grinned, coming down for another kiss. His senses were overwhelming. The scents, the sound of Vincent's heart and his, the feeling of their hearts together as their chests met. The taste of bear intoxicatingly sweet, and Vincent's soft fur.... still obstructed.

Isaac frowned a moment, ending the kiss and pointing at the bears chest. "Clothes, off!"

Vincent smirked, casting off his hoodie and tee. Isaac grinned running his paw through the soft ursine fur. He smiled again and went back to their making out. Chest to chest, lips parted, tongues taking part in a vivid, electrifying bout of wrestling.

'That's right....get him into it. Get him to fuck you....then FUCK his brains OUT!' The voice in Isaac's head dictated. Isaac stopped the kiss again, tears in his eyes. Vincent looked up, a hurt look on his face, grabbing both of Isaac's paws to stop them.

"What's wrong?. And don't lie to me this time." His voice was still soft and sweet, but Isaac could hear the let down in his voice.

Isaac couldn't do it, even now as Isaac disappointed him with his come on and get off, the bear was hurt by the fact that Isaac was hurt, not by the lack of getting some, at least not primarily.

No, he couldn't do it, not now anyway. GOD DAMN IT!. Squall was going to fuck up his life even while un-conscious! "Squall has me on drugs." Isaac whispered, "A sexual enhancer. I'd fuck anything right now." And it was true, he cock was hard pressed against his boxers, pre still sputtering out, his boxers wet on his leg. The dog a bit embarrassed at how obvious the smell and wet spot had to be. "I want this, but I don't want our first time to be with me on drugs. I want it to be with me in love with you regardless, no voice telling me I have to do it. I just want to want it." He got back into his seat, tears flowing again, "I'm so sorry, it's kind of a dick move to put out, and pull back...."

Vincent sighed, there was no hiding his disappointment, especially from Isaac's current perception level. But he did grin, "Anything to make you happy." He got one more kiss, and continued the drive. "But to be honest, I want it to be all you too so...."

Isaac felt like crap of course, but he was proud he could stop it, and happy he did, and even happier that Vincent understood. It was true after all, he loved Vincent, but right now, he also 'loved' anything with a hole.