Okay Gang...don't hate me. This is my first Family Guy story and I really intended it to just be a one shot fluff kinda thing. But as usual my head ran away from me and before I knew it I had this whole drama on my hands. I tried to stick to everyone's personality but I doubt I came close doing anyone the justice they diserve. Actually, this is the first fanfic I've written that I'm not that I'm not at all proud of. But, I wrote it, I can't unwrite it, and I'm feeling too lazy to write something better. Anyhow...read, review, and enjoy!

Also headsup, this a Brian and Stewie flick and it does contain boy-on-dog smut. Not in this chapter but later on. Please no flamming, tagging, moral lectures, ect. because they'll just be empty words falling on deef ears.

Nightmares of Love By: GhostWritter9396

Ch. 1: I'm Right Here

Here we go again. The one year old thought as he stood outside the dreaded house. This would make visit number he had to think for a moment ten maybe? He had, in all honesty, lost count after the third or fourth visit; they all started to blend together making it one long nightmare. As he knocked on the front door with an expression of mingled hatred and fear, he asked himself for the bazillioneth time why he kept coming back here. Of course he had the answer, and the memory of his first visit surfaced every time he searched for that particular answer.

"What the douche? You said you had a treat for me you old prune!"

"I do, it's in my pocket .hmmmm."

"I don't want THAT kind of treat you perverted bastard! Let me go!"

"Now you get your cute little ass back here, unless you want me to go and hurt your mommy."

"Go right ahead genius, you'd be saving me a hell of a lot of time trying to get rid of her! Now if you excuse me, I have to go and finish my plans on infiltrating the White House and taking out that bastard of a president I-I mean go and finish my drawing of a a damn it what do babies draw? Oh, yes. I have to go finish my drawing of a doggy."

"Oh, is it a drawing of your doggy?"

"Of Brian? Sure why the hell not."

"I bet you love your doggy little boy don't you. It would sure be a damn shame if anything should happen to him."

"Brian? He's a total prick at times but he's alright. And what are you talking about?"

"Oh yes, I'm sure any number of things could happen to him. Get hit by a car "

"He's been in accidents before, just come out of them pissed off that he always pays for damages, but he never gets hurt."

"Or suddenly get rabies "

"Oh, he's already had that. Trust me it was not a fun week."

"Or maybe just disappear one day and be replaced by a cat."

"BASTARD!"

"Do what I say and there's no need to worry .hmmmm."

Now here he was, waiting for the bastard to open the door and have his way with him again. God this was embarrassing, he had been able to intimidate a lot more people a hell of a lot scarier than this old sack of bones, but then again, none of them ever tried t do that to him, and given the circumstances fighting back was a choice he did not have.

An hour and a half later, Stewie ran into his own house and straight up stairs to his bedroom. He ran so fast he didn't even register that no one was home except for the dog.

"Stewie what's wrong?" Brian asked as his attention was diverted from the TV.

Now Stewie was in his room, huddled in the corner and holding Rupert waiting for that accursed woman to come and give him his dinner (though he really didn't feel like eating) and then the long awaited bath he so desperately desired.

He heard a knock on his door and thought about time as he went to go open it. But instead of Lois, he saw Brian standing there looking very concerned.

"Not that it's any of my business kid, but are you okay? I've noticed you've been acting a little weird the last month or two."

Good God has it really been going on that long? "I'm fine dog." He assured Brian in his usual dominating tone. "Where's Lois? I'm hungry."

"She and Peter went out on a date and Chris and Meg are God knows where. It's just the two of us tonight." Brian said looking closely at Stewie. The tot's usual tone had a small change to it. It had a very subtle hint of fear in it. What happened to him? He almost looks pale. Brian observed as he studied the baby closely. "Hey, whatcha say we order take out? Anything ya want." Brian said trying to calm Stewie down.

Stewie's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What's the catch dog?"

"Nothing. You just look like you could use a treat that's all." Brian shrugged. To his surprise the little boy's eyes grew wide with sudden terror and he ran into his closet. "Uh, Stewie?"

"No treats!" Stewie shouted coming out holding a bazooka.

"WOW! OK! OK! NO TREATS!" Brian squealed holding his paws up shoulder high in a sign of surrender. He then cautiously walked over and gently took the weapon from the toddler. "But you are going to tell me what's going on with you."

Stewie once again heard the old man's raspy voice: "Tell anyone and it's bye bye doggy and hello kitty."

Stewie shuddered at the thought of Hello Kitty, he wanted to kill her almost as much as he wanted to kill his mother. "I-I can't t-tell you, Brian." Stewie said fearfully.

"Sure you can. You know you can tell me anything." Brian assured him sitting down in one of the tiny plastic chairs so he was at eye level with Stewie. He reached out and turned the baby so he was facing him. "Now come on, out with it. Is it something to do with Lois or Peter?"

"No, nothing to do with Lois or the Fat Man." Stewie admitted slowly.

"Is it something to do with where you go every Wednesday afternoon?"

Stewie blinked. He didn't think anyone had noticed. No one had said anything and Stewie never suspected that anyone, not even Lois, was observant enough to pick up on the pattern. But of course he was once again leaving Brian out of the equation. Brian, the only one who really talked to him. Brian, the only one who really cared about him as a person and not just as a cute, cuddly doll like some bitches he could think of. Brian, the only one Stewie really cared about himself, his best friend, his beautiful best friend. Wow, hold the phone, beautiful? No, no, no. Stop that. But he was his best friend, no denying that. "I can't you you stupid dog, if I do I could loose you forever, okay so just leave it be!" He turned his head, he hated for people, especially Brian, to see him cry. Unless he wanted to use his innocent baby tears as leverage that was.

Brian stared at him for a moment thinking of what Stewie had just said. Then he did something that completely shocked Stewie out of his mind. He wrapped his arms around the toddler's small body and drew him in close. "You listen to me Stewart Gilligan Griffin, you don't EVER have to worry about that, you hear me? Sure I'll die before you, but nothing other then natural death is going to take me away from you. Now tell me, who's hurting you?"

Oh yes, Brian was no fool, he picked up on what was going on immediately. One of the things Stewie loved so much about him, he didn't have to fully explain himself to Brian all the time, Brian just knew, a lot of times more then Stewie, what was going on.

"Old man." Stewie muttered into Brian's shoulder. He had reached up and grabbed a handful of his fur to hold on to for security. As if he would instantly disappear the moment Stewie spoke the truth.

Brian tightened his grip on Stewie as he stroked his back, trying to calm his fears. Stewie's tears were soaking Brian's fur but he didn't take any notice. Someone had hurt his Stewie and they were going to pay. Wait a sec, his Stewie? No, no, no. No doubt the kid was his best friend and he'd gladly kick ass anytime for him, but that was as deep as the relationship got. "Come on kid, let's get something to eat and then we'll go talk to Joe."

"The cyborg? Why the hell should we tell him?" Stewie asked trying to gain control once more.

"He's a cop." Brian explained soothingly. "He'll be able to get this bastard and make it so he can't ever get to you again."

Stewie highly doubted this, but he had seen the cyborg do quite a lot of fantastic stunts, so maybe miracles can happen.

After they finished their dinner (Stewie decided on getting Chinese and used the chop sticks to stab his sweet and sour chicken, pretending he was attacking all the people he wanted to kill; Lois, Hello Kitty, the old man, ect.) they walked over to Joe's house next door and Brian told Joe everything he knew, which wasn't much, but enough for Joe to turn to Stewie and question him further. But all the toddler could tell him was that his attacker was a old man with metal arms that reached the floor.

"Joe I think he means Old Man Herbert." Brian said as revelation hit him.

"Hmm Herbert the Pervert I think you might be right, Brian. I've had my suspicions about him for a while but haven't had any way of nailing him."

"Well this could be your chance!" said Brian excitedly. "But before you do catch him, can I beat him to a bloody mass of wrinkles first?"

"Mmm .given the circumstances I'll turn my head this once, but don't kill him, that would kind of make it hard to prosecute him."

Five minutes later, Stewie was standing outside Herbert's house for the second time that day while Brian stood to one side of the door so as not to be seen by the perverse old man right away. When he opened the door, Stewie took a deep breath and then told him, "I'm NEVER coming here again you sick bastard! Find another doll to fuck!"

"Oh now son, we've talked about this. You're forgetting that doggy of yours, do you really want him to go away for ever?...hmmm."

"Oh, I don't think he's going anywhere." Brian growled as he made his presence known.

"Oh no!" squealed Herbert as Brian started toward him. He pushed him back into the house and slammed the door shut behind both of them. Stewie stood outside listening to the rumble as Joe wheeled up beside him. Both of them stared at the door as they heard loud crashes and curses from behind it.

"YOU SON OF BITCH!" BANG!

"DAMN IT GET BACK HERE!" CRASH!

"HE'S A BABY YOU SICK ASS!" SMASH!

"I'M SORRY! LET ME EXPLAIN!" CRUNCH!

"WHAT THE HELL PERVE? GET OF ME!" BOOM!

"GET YOUR FURRY WHITE ASS BACK HERE! HMMM." SILENCE!

Stewie and Joe looked at each other, not sure how to interpret the noises. Joe was just about to go in when the door opened and Herbert came out as fast as he could (surprisingly fast for a man almost 90 and who used a walker and was sporting a busted lip, black eye, broken leg, and various other wonds) with Brian fast on his heals, limping slightly.

"Try that again and I won't just kick your ass on a friend's behalf but you'll have my full animal side to deal with old man!" Brian bared his teeth and snarled to try and emphasise his point.

"Okay, Brian, I think that's enough." Joe said as he held Herbert's arm tightly. "Take Stewie back home and clean both of you up. I'll take out the trash." He indicated Herbert.

Back at the Griffin house, Brian was watching Stewie take a bath (nothing dirty, but you know, he needs to make sure Stewie doesn't drown or try and eat the soap or something) while he himself cleaned up his wounds from the fight in the sink. He wasn't that bad, a nose bleed, a twisted ankle and a few bruises, but Stewie was glad to see that it appeared Brian did a lot more damage to that bastard then that bastard did to him.

"Brian it won't come off!" Stewie cried in frustration.

"What wont?" Brian asked walking over to the tub to see what the kid was talking about. He froze, Stewie was rubbing at his umm lower half .furiously trying to clean himself.

"I still feel EVERYTHING Brian! Get it off!" he then proceeded to jerk at his shaft trying to take it off. "Get it off Brian!"

He had wanted it off ever since the first time, but because he was forced to go back he knew he had to deal with it. Now, however, since it seemed that the old man was gone for good he wanted nothing more to do with it.

Brian quickly took the toddler's hands in his own and stared at Stewie straight in the eye. "It can't come off kid. But he can. Infact, he's long gone. He was gone when you sat in the water. I promise you, it's just a memory."

He helped Stewie finish cleaning himself and then he got him into his PJ's. "Come on Stewie, you've had a hard day, let's get you into bed."

Brian tucked Stewie in and then sat next to the crib and read him Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities until the tiny boy was fast a sleep. Brian leaned over the bars to make sure Stewie was comfortable before lowering his head and grazing the tot's cheek with his lips. He then turned around and closed the door after killing the light.

When he walked downstairs he found that Peter and Lois were home and that they were drunk. That could only mean one thing. "Before you two get too busy let me grab my pillow." Brian said racing to their room and snatching his blanket and pillow from the foot of the bed. He then headed back downstairs to sleep on the couch but he heard crying from Stewie's room and rushed in so fast he almost forgot to open the door.

"BRIAN! DON'T GO! BRIAN! DON'T LEAVE ME! I NEED YOU! DAMNIT DOG I LOVE YOU COME BACK!"

"STEWIE!" Brian lifted the shouting baby out of his crip and held him close, trying to wake him up. Stewie opened his eyes and saw Brian holding him, looking concerned. "It was just a dream kid, I m right here, I told you, I'm not going anywhere. Look, I even decided I was going to crash with you tonight to show you that I'm still here."

"You went back to LA and this time for good! Herbert tricked you into thinking you were nominated for another award and when you found out it was a lie you killed yourself!" Stewie was hysterical, clinging to Brian as if his very life depended on Brian being there next to him. Brian wished he hadn't listened to Joe and had smashed that damn bastard's head through a wall. How DARE he get Stewie this upset. His usally confident, dominating personality was now crushed and all that remained was an insecure child who was having dreams way to graphic for anyone let alone a baby. "I'm never going back there again kid. But if I remember, last time you didn't try and stop me, you just spat in my face."

"You dumb dog! I wanted to tell you not to go! But I couldn't find the words! So I showed you how disgusted I was with you for running away!" Stewie cried. "The truth is that I died a little when you left! Damn it Brian I love you! Don't you understand that?"

Stewie thought about that confession. Was it true? Yes, and even though he was terrified that Brian was now going to toss him back into bed and never talk to him again, he wouldn't take it back ever. He loved him, and hadn't truly realized it till the old pervert threatened Brian.

Brian himself was thinking over what the tot had shouted. He didn't want to admit it, after all it was wrong and repugnant to have those kind of feelings for a child, but he couldn't hold them back anymore. He hadn't realized just how much the tiny boy meant to him until he saw how much he had been broken. Stewie was, apart from himself (and perhaps Lois but she just barely made the cut), the only intelligent being in the family. He was the only one Brian could truly talk to without feeling like putting a gun in his mouth from boredom and disbelief that anyone could really be as stupid as say Peter. Talking to him was like pulling teeth at times, a thousand times, extremely slowly. But Stewie, he could talk to him for hours and never feel like that. Sure they argued and disagreed on some issues, but hey, that's life. No, Brian wouldn't regret his feelings for Stewie. He's regretted too much in his life and he was dead on determined not to do so with love, especially Stewie's. He wouldn't loose it or trade it for the world, no matter what.

"Stewie, of course I do. I do because I love you too. Why do you think I got so mad when you told me what that ass whole did to you? Why do think I'm still here and will be forever?"

"Then why did you go?" Stewie now had his face buried in Brian's fur, crying his heart out. "You left me here with these idiots and didn't even say goodbye!"

Brian sighed as he straightened out his blanket on the floor with his foot. He kicked his pillow into place and then walked over and closed the door. He then layed down on his pillow, still holding Stewie, and draped the blanket over both of them.

"Kid, I'm still here. I'm not going to go anywhere. See? I'm right here." He held Stewie tighter to try and show him that he was really there.

Stewie looked up at his face which was wet with silent tears. Brian had been crying. It had physically hurt him to see his precious little Stewie so upset and afraid like this. Wait, his? Not again! His reasoning caught up with him and the argument he had just had with himself seemed irrational and horrible. Didn't he JUST beat the living hell out of a guy for having these same feelings? Well, the difference is that he wanted Stewie's body, I want him as a whole, body, mind, and heart. "Stewie, I'm right here, no one's coming near you, not while I've got you."

Stewie wrapped his tiny arms around Brian's torso and put his head back, touching his lips to Brian's.

Brian didn't resist, he couldn't. He deepened the kiss, pulling the toddler closer to him, feeling the perfect way their bodies meshed together. Stewie broke the kiss after a few minutes and then said "You're mine dog. You ever forget that, and I'll kill you."

Brian couldn't help but smile. "Wouldn't dream of it kid."

Stewie smiled, curling up into a tiny ball and snuggling close to his new found love. Brian held him tightly as the tiny child drifted off to sleep, holding on to Brian's fur for reassurance that he hadn't disappeared again.

Brian, before joining Stewie in the land of dreams, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "And you're mine kid, don't you ever forget it."

Okay, I know...that totally sucked right? Well hopefully the rest of it wont be too bad. And to those of you who are like my brother and absolutely LOVE Herbert the Pervert, my appologies for making him the bad guy in this and having his bony perverted ass kicked and arrested. I just can't stand him, he creeps me out. So this kinda helped me on the inside. Anyhow, please R&R! I need all the critisism I can get. I don't care what yu have to say, good, bad, or indiferent. Just don't yell at me for the Stewie and Brian pairing, I warned you at the begining of the chapter.