Edited Chapter! I realized after posting that I had put up the file with the wrong name! Sorry for any confusion ^^''

-Wolf

Chapter 2

It was just after six thirty when Stan was woken by a knocking. He jumped out of bed, at the ready for a fight. He looked around, slightly panicked when he didn't recognize the place, but his mind caught up with him quickly. Ford's... he was at Ford's...

He shifted as the door opened, and Fidds peeked in. "Ah! You're awake." He beamed, and Stan ran his fingers through his hear as he tried to calm his panicked heart. Fidds seemed to not notice. "Breakfast is about ready! Come on down, and we'll eat!" He shut the door, and Stan blinked.

He found his way to the kitchen easily, the heavenly smells leading him. He paused, seeing Fidds, and Ford both at the table, and Damien at the stove in nothing but an apron. He hummed, and was moving back and forth. The boy's bandages were gone, but his hands were still faintly bruised, and there were white marks that were probably healing scars from the cuts.

Damien looked back, smiling when he saw Stan. "There you are sleepy head! I hope you're hungry!" He moved over, setting a plate of pancakes on the table along with several plates of food that were already there.

Damien hummed, hopping up on the counter, and Stan actually got a look at the apron. It was one of the most frilly, and colorful pieces of cloth that Stan had ever seen, and it went almost to the kid's knees! From the front he looked almost to be wearing a super tacky, very short dress! Stan chuckled as he sat, and the two men at the table just looked at him like he was crazy.

As soon as he was seated the pair started to put food on their plates. Stan blinked. "Were.. uh... you guys waiting for me?" Ford nodded, chewing a bit of bacon, and sipping from his cup of coffee.

Stan jumped as Damien seemed to just appear beside him with a cup of hot coffee, and then move to refill Ford's. The kid seemed to almost be singing as he spoke, and seemed a hell of a lot more energetic than he had the night before. Seemed to almost be glowing. "I like everyone to eat together. Sometimes these two get so caught up in their work they forget to eat, but they know when I cook they BETTER come."

Fidds smiled, looking up as Damien leaned against his back, and poured a bit more orange juice into his cup. "Now.. if you repeated this to my mama i'd call you a liar... but... I gotta say this boy is one of the best cooks I've ever had the pleasure of bein fed by." Damien giggled, winking as he moved back to sitting on the counter.

Stan mixed up his coffee, and ate a bit before he realized that... the kid wasn't eating. He put his fork down, and the boy looked over, seeming curious. "Something the matter Stanny boy?" He tilted his head. "Not too much for you is it?"

Stan picked the fork up, pointing at the kid. "Just wondering why YOU aren't having any breakfast. Is it drugged?" Ford, and Fidds both looked at Stanley as if he'd just accused the kid of murder, but Damien just chuckled, shaking his head.

Hopping off the counter, Damien moved over, and leaned against the table, purring. "Nope. I just can't digest solid items. I feed off of sexual energy, which a lot of the essence of it is contained in the fluids of your release." He winked as Stan blushed. "So I'm build to absorb fluids... like a sponge."

He leaned over, nuzzling Fiddleford's shoulder. "Not that these two here haven't tried to get me to eat just to document the results. They're into some weird stuff around here."

Stanford chuckled, moving to stand. "You're here of your own free will. It's not like we could actually keep you captive even if we wanted to." Damien moved over, taking Ford's plate, and making him sit again as he moved to wash it up.

Stan chuckled, going back to eating slowly. "Well... Guess I see why you guys haven't been looking for wives... you basically already have one!" Stanford, and Fiddleford just looked at eachother, seeming to be both thinking the statement over, but Damien laughed.

Turning from the sink, then younger looking purred. "Aw, that's sweet. Glad to know you think I'm marriage material Stanny. My kind doesn't do the whole... long term relationship thing though. We usually prefer to be free to come, and go as we please."

Ford blinked, then whipped out his notebook, and wrote something down. "So your species doesn't believe in long term mates? Actually... do you reproduce? You said you live almost indefinately... so..."

Damien held his hand up. "Yes we reproduce. No we aren't immortal. No we aren't talking about my kind's mating habits. You have other stuff to do, and if you get started in on me you're going to spend all day asking questions. Go do your gnome thing... just don't get anything bitten off. They like to bite a lot more than I do."

Ford nodded, shifting, and standing again. "I'm going to go get the equipment ready. I'll be in my study when you're ready to go gentlemen." He hurried off, and Stan blinked, looking at Fidds.

Fidds was still eating slowly, seeming to be avoiding eye contact with Stan. After a few minutes of silence Stan cleared his throat. "Soooo... uh... You seem nervous. These gnomes got you spooked... or Are you worried about me coming along, and messing something up?"

Fidds blinked, looking at Stanley. "What?! No!" He waved his fork, blushing. "It's not that... I was just thinking... I'm still going to be used as bait..." He sighed. "Was kinda hoping you wouldn't look so much like Stanford... maybe more feminine... but.." He sighed, and huffed.

Damien purred. "Oh come on Fiddy dear. You look great in your gnome hunting dresses!" He giggled, moving to take Fidd's plate as he pushed it away. The small man shot him a glare, but it melted into a gentle smile when Damien kissed his cheek with a wink.

Stan shifted, and something about all of this felt... nice... more than nice... it was... like... home. They all seemed so comfortable with each other... and though he felt a bit awkward... all three seemed to adjust to him being there as if he had always been here with them... like there had been a place here just waiting for him.

Stan blinked. "Wait... did you just say 'gnome hunting DRESS'?" Damien giggled, and nodded, swishing his hips a bit as he walked to the counter to scrub up the dishes. Stan snickered. "Oh I GOTTA see this!"

Fiddleford sighed, and stood, blushing brightly. "It ain't my fault ya'll can't pass as even remotely feminine!" The small man stood, and stormed off, making Stan feel like he had pushed it too far.. he hadn't meant to upset the guy...

Damien moved over, patting Stan's back. "He's alright. He doesn't mind the dresses, or the teasing.. he's just getting tired of being used as gnome bait. This is their fifth attempt to capture one for study, and since the gnomes are looking for a queen.. well.. they couldn't find a woman to do it, so Fordsy put Fiddikins in a dress... it works like a charm EVERY time!"

Stan couldn't help the laugh this time. really? they haven't even noticed it's the same man in a dress they're hitting on? Or do they find different gnomes?" He shifted, looking Damien over slightly, a thought coming to him. "Why don't you wear the dress then? You've got a nice build, and don't seem to mind being in frills."

Damien went very still, just watching Stan. "No. I don't want to get all dolled up, and pranced around to possibly get married to a thousand gnomes because of a simple mistake!" He crossed his arms, trying to stand firm.

Stan shifted, watching him. "You'd prefer it if Fidds was?" His voice was gentle, but there was a push there. The kid shifted a bit, not looking at Stan. After a minute Stan stood, and moved over to him. "Look... I promise you that I won't let anything happen to you, even if the nerds are useless as protectors. Just try once, and then you won't ever have to do it again. Deal?"

The kid glanced up at him, then sighed shakily. "I will only do it... if... You promise me that you make sure that I get to feed daily...EVERY DAY from at least one of you." He shifted, his face serious. "We got a deal Pines?"

Stan thought about it, then nodded. "I think we can work that out." He smirked, and put his hand out, which Damien quickly shook. "Great! Lets go get you dressed!" He moved to the door, then paused, realizing he had no clue where he was going.

Damien walked past him, and headed straight to the study. Stan followed along, blinking when he looked into the room. There were several dresses laid out on the couch, and The pair of scientists seemed to be debating over them. Stan coughed, then pushed past them, grabbing a sundress. "Plan B boys! I need a brush, and do you guys have any makeup?"

Damien blinked, then stomped his foot like a toddler. "Oh no! I agreed on the dress, not makeup!" He growled. "I don't WANT to get all dolled up! Not even constant feeding is worth this!"

Stan moved over to Fiddleford, who looked awkward, and confused. He gripped the smaller man's shoulders, and pouted. "Do it for the nerds. This nerd in particular. You gotta look feminine, and girls style their hair, and wear makeup. What about just some blush? Maybe some eye makeup?"

Damien groaned, and sat on the floor. "You had BETTER make this being bait thing worth my effort, or you're going to regret it!" He tapped his fingers on his knee, waiting.

Ford just watched as Stanley seemed to zero in on the tiny make up case on the couch, and moved to put a bit on Damien. He looked to Fiddleford. "Why did we never think of asking him to be the bait? He's got much prettier features than you."

Fiddleford shrugged, then looked offended for a moment when the comment sunk in. "Hey! I...well... nah... you're right. He's very pretty." Damien growled from the floor.

It didn't take long before Stan was done with his makeup, and hair, then sent him to put on the dress. He leaned on the wall by the desk. "You guys can start thanking me now. Oh.. by the way. We have to make sure he feeds every day now. That was part of our deal."

Fiddleford, and Stanford looked at each other, then back to Stanley. Ford opened his mouth to tell Stan he had no right to bring them into a deal he made, but they all paused as Damien came into the room grumbling. "How the hell am I supposed to tie this stupid bow? It's supposed to be behind me!? Are all dresses made to require at least two people to wear them right!?"

All three men just stared at the disgruntled boy. Stan had styled his hair into something similar to a pixie cut, and even the faint makeup he was wearing made his cheekbones stand out, and his purple eyes pop. He frowned, and looked at the trio. "Is someone going to help me, or are you all just going to gawk?"

Stan shook his head, and moved over, tying the bow tightly. "Sorry. You look good though. That green really suits you." Damien just grumbled under his breath, and glared at the floor. Stan shifted, again wondering if he had upset one of them by pushing too hard.

As if reading his mind, Damien leaned back against him, and sighed. "Don't worry about it... It's not an awful dress... I was expecting something with a corset, or something. When did dresses get so comfy?" He swished his hips a bit. "I mean seriously! Last I knew of actual dresses, they involved a lot of heavy cloth, and were meant to crush in the gut, and push out the chest!"

Fiddleford laughed, and Stanford blinked. "Damien... when was the last interaction with a human woman?" He pulled out his notebook, and Damien just groaned, waving him off.

Damien sighed. "Can we PLEASE just get this over with? I want to get back here, and start collecting my payment!" He smirked, eyeing all three of them up.

Ford just nodded, and moved to get the bags he had packed the three of them. "Alright... we... we're going to hike to the area where we've seen the gnomes the most. Once we make contact, and they take the bait, we just have to lure them into this trap!" He held up a small metal cage.

Damien didn't look hopeful about this working at all, but nodded. Stan took his pack. "And my part is...?" He looked at the other three, blushing a bit when his eyes lingered on Damien.

Ford stood, moving towards the door. "Well since you're going to be our muscle... if the gnomes figure us out, and decide to attack... you make a hole for us to retreat!"

Stan blinked, and Damien chuckled, patting his shoulder. "If they try to off you guys, or kidnap me... start teeth out. I can tell you I'm going to if one of them touches me!" Stan smiled a bit, feeling content again.

Fidds beamed, and moved towards the door. "Shall we?" Ford, and Stan nodded, heading out. Damien giggled, hurrying past them. This was going to be his first time actually going outside since he'd let the pair bring him back to the lab.

Damien paused on the porch, taking a deep breath before jumping down to the ground. He turned, and saw the trio just staring at him, all a little red. "What's got you three tomatos ripe? Let's go already!" He started walking backwards.

They seemed to snap out of their stupor, and followed along, but Ford spoke. "And why are you not wearing any undergarments with that dress?" He cleared his throat, obviously fighting down the blush, and Damien grinned.

Winking, he twirled a bit, though made sure it wasn't quite fast enough to lift the skirt much. "I wanted to be easy access when we got back. Isn't that the point of a skirt?" He chuckled, and winked. "And don't act like you didn't enjoy the view. I can smell all three of you guys from here, and the arousal is THICK in the air!" He laughed again as they trotted off into the forest.