Chapter 8: To Be My Wedded
"Oh...David…"
There was no word to quite describe how wonderful Stewie felt in that moment. While his body was withering on the bed, David's own was following suit. The man was catching Stewie and kissing each little area of skin that was exposed to him and he greedily claimed whatever he could.
Stewie was moaning.
His fingers reaching up to stroke through the man's hair to helplessly tug and urge him along. That was when David leaned up, the tip of his tongue trailing up the length from Stewie's stomach to his collarbone to the boy's lips.
They both began to kiss one another, Stewie grinding his much smaller body against David's as they kissed ferociously, doing so as though they were merely trying to satisfy the craving for their inexplicable lust while David was touching him and pressing his body against the boy.
Stewie could swear he heard the man above him whispering sweet nothings against each kiss when they broke apart, only to go back and claim swollen pink flesh. Biting, licking, and sucking in desperation. Stewie's eyes rolled back, his body lifting a little from the crib mattress as David worked the boy into his own need for more.
When they broke apart from their kiss, the boy was whimpering out. "Oh god, David...please keep going...touch me." The infant's fingers pulled David back to him so their lips lightly grazed; he felt David smirking against him.
David chuckled.
"Shh...Stewie…"
It drove the boy further into oblivion if he weren't already there.
Then David went back, kissing the boy's forehead before kissing those needy lips while the kid returned each little caress; David's lips were so soft and it tasted so faintly of the cheap chapstick that he must have purchased from a drug store. Perhaps because his lips were always chapped, but whatever the case...the man's lips were soft and delicate right now; like the wings of a butterfly...the soft flap of those fragile wings that continued to press love and affection on Stewie's lips.
The boy felt his heart flutter.
David was being so careful, so attentive to the boy. Even though the man clearly wanted more and was growing hungry for more of whatever Stewie had to offer, the man tended to Stewie to arouse him further. Though the audacity of this beautiful, kind, and generous man to be so loving and careful...
No, Stewie loved a hard fuck.
"David…" Stewie broke their thousandth kiss and he looked into the man's eyes, tiny fingers reaching to stroke over the barely noticable stubble on his cheek before tracing carefully over those soft and delicious lips. "I'm hot...you need to strip me…"
He heard David snicker like he had before, making his heart skip.
Though he must have felt it as well because David was sitting up and his hands were playfully tugging on the zipper of Stewie's pajamas and he slowly unzipped him while his other hand went to grope the boy between his legs, applying pressure there.
God it felt so amazing…
And Stewie was groaning, arching his back up which intensified the pleasure.
"...David...yes, David…"
Stewie reached out to grip a bar that was a part of his crib, tightly holding on while the pleasure overtook him and set his mind on fire with desire.
It was unbearable. David was touching him.
That hand that clearly knew where to apply the most pressure and just how much and Stewie moaned, his voice growing louder. He would have moaned even more if it hadn't been for David's lips coming to press on Stewie's; the man stifled those moans, his tongue pushing past the boy's teeth so he could taste the boy and overwhelm him. All the while his hand continuing with its conquest at the child's crotch, teasing and groping with slow and agonizingly long strokes.
Stewie's world was ready to burst and he lifted both his hands now, stroking over David's cheeks. That was when he felt David grab one of his ankles and pull him further down the mattress since the boy had been a little arched on his pillow.
Now Stewie was completely underneath this man and David was hovering over him, kissing him passionately and touching him with a growing need that Stewie knew all too well. David was going to take advantage of this situation, take control of the baby's vulnerability and smother the most intense of love he could possibly offer.
Since when had David become so possessive?
Stewie had a fleeting moment of panic, then...a fleeting moment of recalling Brian.
The thought alone made the infant pull his legs together despite David's hand still residing there. Though the thought had been forgotten, Stewie kept his knees pressed close.
For a moment...he wanted David to stop.
But as he felt the man pull apart his legs, hands on the child's kneecaps as he smothered his face into the child's pelvic region...all manner of doubt left in a matter of seconds. Stewie was stunned to find themselves both naked; when had that happened and how had David gotten down there between his legs so fast?
All he could think about, however, was David kissing Stewie along his pelvic bone and his hands grasping the place underneath the boy's knees so he could lift his legs and proceed to the place where the boy wanted David to be.
God, the sensation of it all.
Stewie's fingers reached down and ran through the man's locks of hair and he gripped a few locks, tugging desperately.
"Mm...David, yeah…that's it, David…"
Silence then overtook the bedroom and all that could be heard was Stewie's own breathing but...for a moment...he could have sworn he heard a familiar voice...a familiar...snicker. The baby rolled his head to the side, eyes wandering the pitch black bedroom. Clearly that had been David… David must have made that noise, so the boy ignored it.
He let his mind wander back to the man who was now slipping back up from being in between the boy's legs and leaving trails of kisses along the boy's stomach like...Brian had done.
Stewie tightly shut his eyes, softly whimpering. Even in moments like this, it seemed Brian haunted him. He tried to forget Brian and focus on the primary object of his affections. David.
The man was still kissing Stewie's stomach, his hands gripping the boy firmly to keep him in place while he kissed everywhere along his sides.
Stewie's eyes drifted closed and he tried to succumb to the sweet embrace of David's loving and sincere caresses.
He felt David move up his body, hugging the boy tightly and Stewie wrapped his arms around him, kissing him along the corner of his lips before David's own met the child's ear. His breathing was growing frantic and he was whispering something that the boy couldn't understand.
It was so hushed, but David was repeating it over and over while his body moved over Stewie's, skin touching skin. Stewie dug his nails into David's back, nails digging deep until they broke the first layer of skin and the infant dragged his nails along the length of his back, harshly leaving behind an imprint of this action.
If David were to ever have sex with another, they'd see those long scratches...and they'd know who gave them to him.
Not like Stewie would ever allow that, anyway.
David's breathing was growing faster and his grinding movements were becoming just as desperate as his breathing. Stewie was moaning again, both man and child moving together in the most ungodly manner. Both supplying a kind of pleasure that only Stewie could give. No one would ever be able to give it as good as the boy did and the kid was going to remind this man that.
Only Stewie could ever give such sensational, but sinful feelings.
Then...that snicker. Again. That same tone.
Stewie's eyes darted once more around his bedroom and he looked as far as he could see. His eyes never met anything out of the ordinary, but whoever made that noise was obviously watching...and mocking Stewie. Whoever it was...was watching this act unfold and perhaps judging.
Stewie gently pushed David so maybe he could sit up, but the man refused. He actually grabbed the boy's hands and pinned him down.
The infant always liked a man to take charge, but he was beginning to grow self conscious. He didn't know who else was there in the bedroom with them, so he moved his head again, focusing on the opposite end of the bedroom. He hadn't been able to take notice until now...now that David was more focused on the boy's ear.
Stewie's eyes met his wall and he slowly travelled the length until they met the corner...and there...it was...or rather there HE was.
Brian.
Brian was sitting in what seemed to be a large armchair; when had Stewie gotten that? Regardless, there was Brian looking deadpanned at Stewie. Not at David. He was looking right into Stewie's eyes.
He was smirking.
He looked so smug sitting there with a cigarette in one paw while he watched this. How long...had he been there?
"Quite the show you're putting on for me."
That baritone voice; it sent shivers down the boy's spine. It made his body melt. Oh god...Brian with the golden voice that dared to speak to him so sweetly, that same voice that had moaned Stewie's name when it was them in this fucking crib.
Stewie almost felt tears in his eyes.
"But let's be honest here…"
Brian's voice enveloped him, gripped him, and strangled him.
David still on top of Stewie, grinding harder on the child while Stewie tried desperately to focus on him and not the dog sitting in the corner of his bedroom, making such comments.
"Ah...David…"
"You listening, Stewie?"
Brian...no, Brian, please…
"Be honest. You liked it much better with me. This guy isn't really much to you, at all."
Time immediately froze, Stewie froze. His eyes widened in shock and for a moment...even David had ceased his movements. All that could be evaluated in that moment...was the fact Stewie's bedroom was lingering with the smell of Brian's cigarette.
It was over in a matter of moments. As though time began to fast forward. The boy found David now sitting up, his eyes looking down at him.
He was...careful when he pushed himself inside of Stewie. Unlike Brian who had gone in dry, David put lube on himself. Though his movements were starting to look robotic and Stewie could see his vision of the wonderful David on top fucking him going blurry.
"Brian…"
"You know…the way our bodies moved together so perfectly...in sync. Your fingers...stroking through my fur...our eyes meeting each other...just in the right moments. The light that was in them. I don't see any of that here with this guy. Granted, your eyes were shining and looking far more hungry than my own...you were begging for more...you were so...greedy, but god, Stewie...we were meant for each other. You can't deny that. You can't honestly say you feel that same electricity with good ole Dave here."
Stewie tightly shut his eyes, his fingers gripping tightly to the loose sheets underneath him while David filled him up and replaced everything that had once been Brian.
No...no...no.
Stewie cried out, whatever he was crying out from...maybe pleasure or maybe the pain of it all.
He had wanted David. He had yearned for David.
He now had David there right where he wanted him to be.
This man was fucking him the way Stewie knew he'd be fucked.
Careful...and beautiful.
"Ah!" Stewie felt himself moan, David's movements increasing. The boy was on edge and Brian was still there, talking so pleasantly the way he had on that fateful night.
"Oh...but how could I forget that moment...when we became one. Stewie, that was a unity meant to happen and I'll tell ya something, kid. Nothing will ever feel better than that moment we shared and...how terribly depressing it is...knowing you'll never find that again. Not with anyone, Stewie. Face it. You'll either be happy with me or...nobody."
Tears welled up in the boy's eyes and he tried his honest to god damndest to ignore that fucking dog. The miserable cur that would never...never give the poor boy a moment of peace. Not with anyone. He felt David lean down over him and he kissed the boy's cheek before those warm and strong arms wrapped around him...and held him close, held him tight.
"You okay, baby?"
For a moment, the boy forgot about Brian.
That was until he turned his head so he could face David...expecting to see him...yet the only face he saw was Brian's.
Stewie gasped loudly and…
"Brian!"
Stewie jolted upright in his crib. Eyes wide and breath heavy, the boy trembled in the safe confines of his crib and the bedroom that kept all his secrets.
"...Fuck...what…" Stewie took a moment to settle his rapidly beating heart and it was clear then just how hot he was...his pajamas were drenched in his own sweat and sticking to his skin. Though he didn't care.
He immediately then darted his attention to the corner of his bedroom, not seeing that big armchair or Brian.
He sighed...relieved.
However, that didn't mean he was going to be able to sleep for the rest of the night.
He was far too scared to. He knew if he closed his eyes, Brian would be there to meet him. He'd always be there.
Always…
...he sniffled.
"...Dammit…Brian..."
Welcome to Austin Capital of Texas!
A smile appeared on the canine's face as he read the sign. They had finally made it, after essentially a whole day's worth of driving he and Rachel had arrived at their destination across the country.
He was so tired.
After he had suggested that the two of them should just go ahead and leave for their trip, Brian had been determined to get as far away from Quahog as fast as was possible. Maybe putting some distance between himself and...well, you-know-who would help him focus on the good thing he had going here?
That had been the hope, and that is why Brian had insisted on just continuing to drive and drive until here they were in good ole Austin only just barely a whole day after he had suggested they just up and leave.
If anything, it was difficult to focus on much else now besides the fact that he just wanted to crash in a bed.
He looked over at his traveling companion a bit enviously. Rachel was sound asleep. She had been for hours.
She looked...peaceful.
Good. She's earned a little peace after all he's put her through lately…
Brian looked back at the road, feeling his eyelids growing heavier by the minute.
He couldn't wait.
He stopped at the first decent looking hotel he was able to spot, not even bothering to wake Rachel as he parked and rushed into the lobby to pay for a room.
If they liked the place they'd stay longer. Right now, though, he wasn't picky.
Once he had the room key, he hurried back out to the car. He nudged his girlfriend awake as gently as he could considering his hurry.
"Rachel? Rachel? Babe? We're here. Wanna help me carry everything inside?"
The woman stirred, eyes gradually opening as she came to. She yawned and gave a stretch.
"We're already in Austin? Really?"
The dog nodded, motioning towards the back of the car his head.
"Yep. That's where I said we were going, right?"
He chuckled groggily.
"Sorry to disturb your rest, but I'd prefer to get all our bags into the room in only one trip instead of having to come out here multiple times.
Rachel blinked her eyes a few times, obviously still waking up as she yawned again. She nodded her head as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Of course. Sheesh, Brian, you must be exhausted. Did you pull over to rest at all?"
The dog just shook his head as he proceeded to climb back out of the car.
"Not a wink. I'm about ready to pass out, Rach…"
The woman shot him a sympathetic look before exiting the vehicle, as well.
"Awww, my poor guy…"
Brian didn't say anything more about it as he walked to the back of the car and opened up the trunk, grabbing a couple of bags that were his and waiting for Rachel to grab her things before clumsily shutting the door and locking his vehicle.
They made their way up to the second floor to room 213 where the dog wasted no time getting the door open. He practically jogged into the room, tossing his bags on the floor and jumping onto the mattress in almost the same motion. He buried his snout into the sheets and moaned rather loudly, prompting an adorable sounding giggle from his girlfriend.
"Well, I'm not sure I've ever seen you so happy to get into bed."
She laughed again as she set her things down, too.
"I might have to let you get acquainted with that bed by yourself, though. I think I'm going to hit the shower, and I have a feeling you'll end up passing out on me before I get back."
The dog just nodded his head.
"I think you're right about that…"
He sat up and climbed his way up the mattress before finally resting his head on the pillow with another happy sigh. He turned his head to see Rachel smiling at him sweetly.
"That's ok, honey. We'll have plenty of time to spend together this week. You rest up."
She walked over to him and leaned over to give him peck on his forehead. The kiss caused Brian's tail to begin wagging slowly, and it kept wagging as he watched his girl disappear into the bathroom.
Once she was gone, he rolled over onto his back and shut his eyes.
Ok. Time to sleep…
The canine undid his collar and set it on the nightstand before slipping under the blankets.
He could feel it. He'd be out like a light in no time.
He hummed contendely as he felt his mind slowly going blank, perception of the world around him growing hazzier and hazzier. He could hear the sound of the shower running, and it only soothed him more. He couldn't help but wish that he could wait up for Stewie to get out, though, so they could fall asleep in each other's arms.
Just him and…
His eyes shot open.
"What!?"
Reality came crashing back as he shouted out...or at least he thought he shouted. Had he said that out loud?
Wait.
He shook his head, recalling what he had just thought.
The canine's paws went up to cover his eyes as he groaned.
Dammit. Dammit! DAMMIT!
Right there. As soon as he had let his guard down, his mind had went right fucking THERE.
He gripped the sides of his head, feeling a pressure in his chest as his heart began racing.
Rachel! You're here with Rachel. An amazing woman who cares about you, who loves you! Why can't you just appreciate that!? This is what you always wanted!
It was. It was exactly what he had always wanted.
Why did it leave him feeling so...cold, then? Why wasn't he happier? Dammit, he should be happier!
He directed his gaze in the direction of the bathroom, his ears once again perking up at the sound of the shower. He let his mind picture what was happening just beyond that wall, allowed the image of his girlfriend, happy and loving and alluring washing her cares away, eager to join him in bed. It was as perfect an image as he had ever wished for.
...And all it conjured up in him was a mild feeling of...content.
It terrified him.
Guilt began to well up inside him. He felt bad her for her. He really did. She was trying. My god was she trying so hard…
He was possessed, though.
That was the only possible way that Brian could think to describe the hold Stewie seemed to determined to have on his mind. It was a curse, a curse that had been placed on him by that...EVIL child.
He gritted his teeth as growl of pure frustration erupted out of him
Why, Stewie? Why can't you just let me have this…?
Several states were separating him from the infant, and still, as he turned his head to look at the vacant space next to him on the bed, he could feel himself yearning more strongly than ever to have Stewie there in that space with him.
Any desire to sleep that had once been there was gone, now, and what had replaced it was that one horrible desire.
I wish Stewie was here with me.
It wasn't fair… It just wasn't goddamn fair…
Dread seeped into his entire being as he remained there on the bed, he barely even noticed when Rachel came back into the room in nothing but a towel, barely heard her happy and surprised squeal when she realized he was still awake.
"Awwww! You did wait up for me! You're so sweet!"
The canine shuddered. He had to fight to smile as he turned to look at her and nod his head.
"I just couldn't...bear the thought of letting you fall asleep alone."
Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. What was he doing? How could he keep leading this poor girl on?
He wanted this to work. He needed this to work.
Rachel hung up the towel and climbed into bed next to him. She snuggled in close, and Brian gulped as he recalled the feeling of Stewie's bare skin underneath him. He fought the memory, though. He didn't want to get too worked up; not right now. If Rachel noticed…and if she figured out it wasn't because of her…
He was truly awful, wasn't he.
He chuckled bitterly when she kissed his cheek and told him goodnight.
"Goodnight, Rach."
He tried to not let the sadness in his heart come through in his voice.
This was supposed to be a happy occasion, after all.
Rachel was back to sleep in no time.
Damn lucky girl.
He envied her in that moment, envied her so much.
He closed his eyes, hoping that the sleep that he had been so close to early would begin to return.
It didn't.
He grumbled to himself under his breath.
"Fuck me…"
He looked back at the smiling woman next to him, and that envy began to morph into anger. He knew it wasn't warranted, but he just couldn't help it. He was having a nervous breakdown over here, and here was his girlfriend sleeping as soundly as could be.
The canine huffed as scooted as far away from her as he could without falling off of the bed.
He couldn't be near her.
Not now.
Not while he was so...unstable.
He rolled over onto his side, facing away from her as his mind continued to run amok.
"Stewie…"
The word had slipped past his lips before he had even realized what he was doing. He shook his head and began breathing heavily as an intense emotional pain began to overwhelm him.
He couldn't help but wonder if Stewie was in bed right now. He couldn't help but wonder what the boy must be doing.
Was he awake or was he sleeping as soundly as Rachel was?
If he was awake was he dreaming about that man? Was he dreaming about David, the one Stewie had apparently chosen to replace his best friend and companion? The man to replace Brian?
If he was awake...was he thinking about him? Was he thinking about Brian and experiencing the same paralyzing hurt right in this very moment?
He sighed and gripped his chest, remembering that sad expression he had seen. Surely that meant something, right? Surely Stewie...missed him.
Christ, this was such a mess…
Even if Stewie did miss him, did he really expect the child to take him back now? How could that even be an option? How could he ever after…?
Brian felt moisture in his eyes as he thought about how much pain he must have caused that child.
If what Stewie had felt was anywhere near what he was feeling…
then...he was a monster.
A sob escaped him as he fought to remain quiet, not wanting to wake up Rachel.
Stewie couldn't possibly want him back, now. He'd had his chance, and he had ran from it.
He was scared, though!
God, he had been terrified from the very moment he had first started to feel himself actually considering Stewie as something...more.
It was that curse, that damn spell that Stewie had slowly placed on him. He didn't want to believe that...and now…
It was clearer than it had ever been just what kind of hold Stewie really did have on him, now, and he knew now.
There was no running from this. There was no escaping it.
He was never going to be happy...not unless it was with Stewie...
That had been the child's goal, and as hard as he had fought it, Stewie had won.
It was just shame that he had to realize this too late.
He could feel the tears starting to fall freely.
Stewie was vengeful. He'd hurt that boy, and there was no forgiving that. And, even if there was, it was probably even too late for even that much.
Stewie had set his sights on someone new.
David.
The infant had already begun working his magic on someone else and Brian knew it was only a matter of time before David fell victim to that sadistic little devil just as he had.
That man had no idea what he was getting mixed up in.
He almost pitied him.
Brian went to wipe the tears from his face, still wishing sleep would just come and take all these thoughts away from him.
I may be a monster for what I did to you, Stewie, but I guess that's fitting since you're just as monstrous as me.
Upon waking up the following morning, the dog figured that by taking Rachel to his birthplace, then somehow...the thought of Stewie would dissipate. Here he would be in the company of a beautiful woman who quite clearly loved him.
Even though she deserved so much better.
This girl chose him of all people.
So Brian...being a rather hopeless romantic in his own right felt that sharing a tender moment would be just the push he needed to get back in gear with Rachel; feel those butterflies like he had the first time he met her.
The drive to the farmhouse was a quiet one, but Brian found comfort there, letting his mind wander back to when he and Stewie had come here to Austin, Texas to confront the dog's mother.
That had been the plan, anyway.
Yet Brian wasn't with Stewie now. He was with Rachel who didn't have a clue of what the mutt was thinking about and thank god for that, too.
"You'll really like the farm, Rachel. It's a very beautiful place."
Rachel smiled at Brian and she even reached to grip his hand in her own. "I'm sure it'll be wonderful. I'm just happy you're sharing this with me."
Brian chuckled.
"Well...you're a very special woman."
Ha! Bullshit, Brian...you don't love this woman at all. Face it. You're head over heels for Stewie.
The canine quickly went to grip Rachel's hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze of his own.
"God...it's been such a long time since I've been here and yet...nothing has changed much. Not the country, anyway."
Brian took a moment to slow his Prius down so he could roll his window down and take a deep breath of the hot, humid Texas weather. The smell was still the same...the landscapes, the dirt roads...the country would never change which really helped Brian's anxiety in a way. The poor dog was never fond of change. It just never settled well with him...he being the kind of person that just wished for things to stay the same.
He sighed softly and began to speed up, turning down another route that continued to showcase what Austin was made of; organic country and the hospitality of home.
Brian never thought he'd miss this place so much.
Perhaps it was because he had left this place...on a rather sour note that compelled him to come back. Yet he had hoped to come back with Stewie...so they could go back to the farmhouse and see Luke again...see his wife, too.
They both just fell in love with Stewie.
Something that wasn't hard to do.
Brian smiled bitterly and he squeezed his girl's hand a little tighter.
His eyes keeping focus on the road, but he was still fascinated by how green the grass was; the very same color it had been when Stewie was there. Everything just seemed far more vibrant with the boy.
"S-...Rachel...isn't it beautiful?"
Goddammit...Brian, what are you doing?!
A moment of panic overcame him. He almost coiled in himself, prepared for Rachel to question that little...slip up. Why had he even slipped up? Was Stewie so embedded in his thoughts that he was beginning to think the boy was right there and not Rachel?
God...I wish he was here.
The dog shook his head and gripped his steering wheel with both his hands and he just waited for the inevitable...that did not come.
It seemed Rachel hadn't picked up on Brian's little mistake. She looked far into taking in the scenery around her than to really put her main focus on the dog. Brian almost snickered, feeling a little satisfied of that notion.
Not so perceptive now, are you?
"It really is beautiful, Brian."
The drive continued on, a little longer since Brian had taken another route to the farmhouse. Perhaps not the best idea since he was now growing anxious to see his old home. He had such high hopes to see it again, take it all in again, and just remember what little memories he had of his mother.
A thought then suddenly came to him as he drove. He wondered what his mother would think of him now. Would she proud of her son? The fact he was a bitter alcoholic who couldn't hold down a girlfriend...and was beginning to realize he was better off not having a woman. Not to mention a failed excuse of a playwright and an author.
Brian hadn't accomplished much in his life.
Would she still be proud of him?
If she were...I'd be shocked.
Then only achievement he ever made...was becoming best friends with Stewie. That was all he could really say that was good in his life. Regardless of how unhealthy it was; their relationship, anyway. Brian knew that Stewie was the only thing in his life that really meant something to him...and he threw it all away.
A bitter sadness overtook Brian and he slouched a bit in his seat, but he kept driving...determined to see his home and perhaps the answers he was seeking. He hadn't come to his birthplace just for Rachel to see it...he was hoping that coming here would give him a clear mind so he could make a decision about Stewie.
Again...everything seemed to go back to Stewie.
Brian then noticed familiar landmarks and he sat up, hands clenching tightly to his steering wheel. That was when he noticed the entrance pillar that led to the farmhouse. The very sight of it...overgrown with what appeared to be moss. It wasn't in the best condition, but Brian just assumed that Luke was much older now. There was no way he could keep up with the upkeep of the place.
The dog wanted to tell himself that. He desperately wanted to the believe that...until he saw the condition of the barn and the house residing on the plot of land.
Brian looked on in disbelief as he parked his car. He didn't leave just yet...he was just staring.
Rachel was as well before she gave Brian her attention.
"Are you okay, Brian?"
"...The...it didn't look like this...when I was last here...how long has it been?"
He couldn't help but tune her out and step out of his car finally. He couldn't believe...just how overgrown everything was. The grass was so tall, it practically met the porch of the house and even enveloped the steps completely. The wood covered with the same moss from the entrance pillar along with vines that just claimed the foundation over time.
The house must have been abandoned a long time ago...but what about Luke? Where was he?
Brian looked down at his feet, his eyes staring at the ground. It didn't...even realize that he was standing over a grave marker.
Luke. Born: Aug. 13th, 19-...
The dog couldn't make out the rest...but he knew what he was standing on and he promptly walked the furthest he could; away from the marker.
...Luke died, then...that means his wife must have as well.
The condition of the house made sense, then. Without Luke or his wife there to take care of everything, it was no surprise that the building would eventually be overtaken by decay and the natural resources around the property.
A heart wrenching thought crippled him, then. He could barely stand without feeling his legs almost give way.
How pathetic he felt.
He miserable he felt.
Everything that he held dear...he was losing them one by one. A terrifying revelation that he'd be alone for the remaining years of his life overwhelmed him.
What about Rachel, though? She was still here.
Brian shook his head.
Not for long. She'll leave, too. They always do.
Brian took in a sharp breath, sighing heavily.
No…
If she were to leave, it wouldn't be her fault...as much as he wanted to put blame on her entirely, he knew that if she decided she'd had enough...it wouldn't be her fault.
It would be his.
For years he had pinpointed the blame of his turmoil on his mother, the first person who had abandoned him. Surely that would leave quite the impression on the mind of a young child.
For years...he grew up thinking there was something dreadfully wrong with him.
Stewie…
The only person in this world that could help him, that could remind him that he did have a purpose still was the boy and he was so desperate for him. He needed him...but he was so far away.
He just continued to move farther away as well.
You really messed up, Brian…
"Rachel…"
Brian then went to his girlfriend's side who had continued to look on at the house. When she heard the dog, she turned to face him and she smiled. "Yeah, babe?"
The dog didn't really smile too much...but he did give her a warm grin as he took her hand and began to tug her along towards the barn.
"I want to show you something. This is the barn I was born in.
Brian coerced Rachel onward until they both were inside the barn together. The very feel of this place...was so strange; it was strange being there with her and not with Stewie.
Why was he so hung up on Stewie, though? He should be focusing on Rachel...the woman who was his girlfriend and was presently there.
The barn smelled of mildew and old rotting wood, the very depiction of what a barn shouldn't smell like. Poor Brian having hypersensitive smell, the scent was overpowering...but he powered through it for Rachel and he pointed to a spot in the corner of the barn, smiling gently.
"I was born right there. My mom...was a lovely person from what I can remember of her, anyway."
Hearing Brian talk so sullenly...it made Rachel frown. She could just see the look of disdain on the dog's face, his eyes retelling a story of heart break...it seemed the dog had his fair share; perhaps too much of it, but deep within that pain was a glimmer of hope that Brian must have still harbored.
"Last time I was here...I came with Stewie." The dog's eyes seemed to glimmer, then. The sadness that had been there...slowly being replaced by reminisce; Rachel saw it...and she just smiled, letting the dog continue to talk if he wished.
He appeared to be more talkative now which was good.
Perhaps he'd feel better...knowing he could trust one other person.
Brian snickered, shaking his head. He'd never forget the last time he came with the boy. "When we got here...it was under the pretense that I'd face my mother and ask her why she abandoned me so easily...Stewie had encouraged me to do it, but...when we got here, we came to find out that she had passed on. Of course Luke...the man who owned the farm loved her so much that he had her stuffed. He even turned her into a piece of furniture."
Brian almost barked in laughter, being able to laugh about the encounter now...now that it was over. Though during that time, he must have appeared traumatized. Enough to convince Stewie to help take the stuffed representation of his late mother...to give her a burial in a park that she probably never saw the light of day.
I wonder if she would have preferred being buried here.
"Stewie must have helped you a lot, huh?" Rachel thought she chime in a little, give her own commentary to show that she was listening and if Brian wished to continue conversing, she was more than willing to listen. Of course...the mutt nodded almost immediately.
"No doubt he did...but when we got here, he didn't take anything seriously. He even laughed when he saw my mother. God...that kid…" Brian chuckled, having to close his eyes so he could recall that joyous laughter.
That kid had been such a freak in the beginning.
But he had become something so much more recently...he changed to Brian's surprise, but he changed so naturally...and Brian had been there witnessing the boy's transition from evil boy genius...to much happier...if that was an appropriate word to use.
Though Stewie seemed happier now and Brian often liked to think he could take credit for that since he had helped the boy overcome his own struggles.
Like the kid had done for him.
"He even made a joke when we came up with a plan to take my mother to a park to give her a proper burial."
"What did he say?"
Brian snorted a little. "He said…'I never knew Biscuit as a dog...but I did know her as a table. She was sturdy, all four legs...the same length."
He shook his head again, having to rub his temples. "I didn't let him finish, but...that was his idea of saying something nice about my mother."
Rachel couldn't help but laugh. Nonetheless...the situation had been fucked up and Stewie took advantage of Brian's gloomy atmosphere...to crack a few wise jokes.
Though maybe he had done that because he wanted to cheer the dog up and remind him that life was temporary...but that he was still there.
"Yeah…" Brian sighed before continuing, "he was so aggravated with me, but he was there for me...when I was most vulnerable."
Yet you can't do that same for him, can you?
He shook his head.
He couldn't stay here any longer, so he pulled Rachel along and they both left the barn.
Brian stepped outside, the sun hitting him and cascating him in an intense warmth. For a moment, he wanted to bask in that sunlight and bathe there...as though he wanted to be washed away of whatever tempestuous thoughts of Stewie he still was thinking in the darkest crevices of his mind.
Brian let out another sigh and then tugged Rachel towards the house now.
Could they even go inside?
Now that the dog was up close, he could see the mold along the food...the termites that must have taken refuge there and eaten it away and the decay that more or less gave way to the sturdiness of the house.
God…it's all gone.
Brian lifted his leg and attempted to take a step on one of the steps in hopes it could still support him, but even the slightest force made the wood underneath him begin to crack. He quickly stepped off and shook his head.
"We're not going to be able to go inside…I'm sorry, baby."
"..." Rachel looked down at Brian, but she didn't say anything. She just stared at the dog, perhaps analyzing him, perhaps trying to get a sense of his mood at the moment.
The dog just seemed so lost right now.
"...Stewie...Stewie must be a good boy, then."
Brian looked up, confused before he nodded with a warm smile. "Yeah...yeah, he is a very good boy."
Far too good for you, Brian. You lost him...and there's nothing you can do about it.
"What's up, little buddy?"
Stewie smiled at the volunteer before turning his eyes back towards Brian, a sinister chuckle pouring from him before he leaned up and pressed a kiss to the man's cheek, a kiss that seemed to last much too long, and Brian could have sworn that he heard the child moan as he performed the act.
Brian felt heat in his cheeks, his eyes growing all the wider as his breathing sped up along with his heart.
He couldn't take it.
The dog shot to his feet, causing the whole table to give him their full attention. Well...everyone besides Stewie who was still practically frenching David's fucking cheek.
The canine clenched his paws into fists as he struggled to seem as calm as possible so as not to alert the table any further.
"Uhhhh… Stewie?"
The baby continued to ignore him. God...how was nobody seeing this!
"I, uh, I need to talk to you."
He tightened his fists as he spoke sternly.
"Now."
The tone of that one word seemed to finally get the young boy's attention. He pulled away from the man and looked over at the canine with a roll of his eyes.
"Why? I'm busy."
The dog had to fight down his groan.
"Just...it's something important. Ok?"
The baby hesitated briefly before simply sighing, leaning up to give David one more kiss on his forehead before hopping out of high chair and following Brian out of the dining area and into the living room. As soon as they were over the threshold, Brian forced Stewie over to the side, practically pinning him into the corner next to the doorway.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull here, Stewie?"
Stewie was facing off to the side, so Brian grabbed him by the chin and forced him to meet his completely serious gaze.
Stewie just scoffed and rolled his eyes once again while arching a eyebrow.
"Really? You're asking me that now? Took you this long?"
He chuckled and poked the canine in the chest.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to break."
The grip Brian had on Stewie's chin tightened, causing the infant to wince at the pressure. Brian wanted to make it clear that he did NOT find this funny. At. All.
"Who the fuck is this guy? Huh? What exactly are you trying to accomplish? Has he fucked you?"
Those were only the most pertinent questions he had out of probably hundreds rattling around in his mind.
Stewie didn't seem to appreciate the inquiries, though, shooting him a cold glare as he shook his chin free from the dog's paw.
"I don't need to explain myself to you."
A low growl rose up out of the animal's throat as he took a step towards Stewie, backing him into the corner even more.
"That picture you said you drew for him, I want to see it. Show me."
Stewie's eyes widened in apparent disbelief.
"What? No! It's not for you!"
Another growl.
He placed a hand on the younger's shoulder and pushed him all the way against the wall.
"Do I look like I care who it's for?"
He laughed darkly.
"You know, you're being really unbelievable tonight. Flaunting your new boy toy around, acting like a goddamn whore…"
Stewie redirected his eyes from the paw on his shoulder back to Brian's eyeline.
"I'm acting unbelievable? I'm not the one harassing his supposed friend when we're supposed to be having a lovely dinner with our own individual dates."
Brian squeezed Stewie's shoulder, causing Stewie's knees to almost buckle as he tried to take a step back that was impossible.
The dog leaned in, his nose practically touching Stewie's as he spoke again.
"You need to watch what you say…"
Stewie shivered slightly but stared back defiantly as he spoke mockingly with a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh, no. I'm so frightened…"
Brian wasn't buying it.
"You should be."
He placed his other paw on the remaining shoulder and held the child there in the corner firmly.
"You have no idea what you do to me, what you bring out in me…"
Stewie actually yelped at this as he shrank back under the canine's intense gaze.
"W-What the hell is wrong with you, dog?"
Brian smirked.
"I'm just giving you what you deserve, kid."
The child frowned, his body starting to shake.
Then...Brian tilted his head slightly and began to lean further in.
Stewie leaned away, but there was nowhere for him to go. He went to say something, but any attempt at words was quickly silenced as the animal stifled his voice with those cold, firm lips. They were kissing, now, Brian all energy and passion as Stewie just stood there unable to get away. The baby shut his eyes tightly, a desperate whimper escaping him as he was assaulted only a room away from everyone else in the house.
Even though Stewie wasn't reacting to the kiss, Brian pressed on as he began moving his paws all over the young boy's body, touching and groping anywhere he could reach.
This was something only he should ever have. No one else was worthy of Stewie. No one else really understood the honor it was to have this child's mind, body, and soul.
He moaned and resisted when he felt Stewie trying to push him away. No, it was an act. Stewie wanted this.
He always wanted this.
He took the hands that were pressing on his chest and pinned them against the wall, his tongue slipping out and beginning to trace over Stewie's lips, demanding entry.
He had to admit, Stewie sure did put up a decent fight, but it came as no surprise to him when he finally felt that tiny body go limp against him, felt that mouth finally give in and open just for him.
Felt Stewie begin to kiss back in earnest…
The smirk on Brian grew all the bigger as he reveled in his victory.
He let go of Stewie's arms and reached up to grab the infant's neck.
He squeezed it a bit, but you would have thought he'd started squeezing much harder after hearing the gasp for breath that erupted from the child.
The dog laughed, finally breaking their kiss as he smiled at the boy.
"Shhh… Don't make too much noise. The others might hear."
It was strange warning to give considering that at that very moment, Brian decided to throw caution to the wind and begin tearing off Stewie's sweater vest right there with only a few feet separating them from the view of everyone. He then latched his lips onto Stewie's neck, tongue and lips working to drive his lover crazy.
He could feel the infant vibrating against him as he struggled not to cry out, as he gripped his shoulders tightly just to have something to ground him.
"B-Brian…"
Brian pulled away again.
"Shhhh!"
The dog dropped to his knees and began hurriedly removing the boy's pants, tongue slithering out to lap at the baby's navel playfully, teasing his prey. His heart felt like he skipped a beat when he was Stewie's eyes roll back, saw that young boy bite his bottom lip in the most perverse way.
Stewie was wearing underwear. That just wouldn't do.
He gripped the briefs by the waistband and began to pull them down.
"Brian...please...don't…"
The canine was undeterred as he slipped the fabric down further.
Stewie's hands grabbed his paws, urging him to stop.
"No! Please stop. I...I don't want this…"
Brian tilted his head, genuinely confused. That...That didn't make any sense.
He chuckled.
"What…what are you talking about?"
Stewie shook his head frantically, tears forming in his eyes.
Brian's own eyes began to widen as an intense guilt began to overpower him.
"Y-You hurt...everything you touch. D-Don't touch me...not again. Not ever again! I don't want this!"
Brian's eyes shot open as he lunged forward, sitting up in bed as panic shot through him. He was breathing heavily and his heart was racing as he began scanning the area of his dark hotel room. His gaze eventually landed on the woman lying next to him.
Rachel.
She was right there next to him, sleeping soundly, smile on her face. Her breaths were steady, even and Brian tried to focus on that sound as he tried to settle his panicked mind.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck!"
It was all he could say. No words could suffice right now.
He had no recourse.
He was alone.
The canine gripped the sides of his head tightly and he gulped while groaning through gritted teeth as he pulled at his own fur.
God, how crazy he must look right now…
It took several minutes before his breathing began to even out, even longer for his heart rate to slow down. In the end, though, he was left feeling just as helpless and terrified as when he had woken up. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
What the fuck am I going to do…?
He was truly destined to be miserable...wasn't he?
When Rachel had told Brian she wanted to go out, the mutt was more than happy to let her pursue. That was...he was more than thrilled to let her go alone. He would have enjoyed a nice evening to just himself while his girl did whatever she'd like to do.
That wasn't how it turned out.
No...in fact, Rachel encouraged him to go out with her. She made a point to remind Brian that they hadn't gone on a date in a while and that it would really help him get out of his funk.
The funk he had been feeling all day...on account of that dream he had had just last night.
Those images just kept replaying in his head over and over.
He eventually gave in to Rachel's persistence and he got himself ready for her. He knew that going out wasn't going to help him in any way. He needed time to just relax and contemplate with no distractions.
And as harsh as it was to say it...Rachel was a distraction; a quite annoying distraction that Brian was coming to realize he didn't appreciate.
Her persistence and perception had been cute at first...but now it was just aggravating.
Especially with the fact she was rather passive aggressive.
She didn't let Brian get under her skin too much and she did put up with him on his rough days...which he had been having a lot lately. So he really didn't have a right to complain about his girlfriend.
However...he couldn't deny that he was starting to really detest her.
He felt terrible thinking that way, but he didn't want to deal with her nitpicking this evening and it was already hard enough trying desperately to act as though nothing were bothering him when he had so many things on his mind.
Stewie was still on his mind; he never left.
So this was definitely something he didn't want to do. He didn't want to entertain Rachel and he didn't want to put up with this tonight, but it just seemed Rachel had other plans and she was going to make Brian come with her whether he liked it or not.
With a heavy sigh, Brian followed Rachel out of their hotel room and they began to descend out of the lobby and onto Austin, Texas streets.
Brian figured he should make the best out of this horrendous situation.
He watched Rachel step in front of him, brown hair bouncing with her steps while she looked through windows at little trinkets she couldn't probably find at any warehouse store...but to see her smiling so brightly...for a moment, it warmed Brian's heart.
Seeing her point out little stores and different cafes...the warmest look on her while the evening street lamps just enveloped her and gave her the outline of an angelic being and though Brian wasn't religious by any means, he was captivated by that image alone.
However, he knew nothing would come of this date. He just knew deep down he was still going to be miserable.
It was highly unlikely that Rachel could lift his spirits by insisting the fresh air is what he would need.
Unlikely...but at least the canine was willing to try.
For her, anyway.
Brian watched Rachel for a moment more, letting the woman step a little further ahead of him so she could see the other small shops.
She was a free spirit.
Like Stewie was…
Brian sighed heavily and mentally gave himself a harsh wake up call.
This is not Stewie. Stewie is not here now. You need to get over whatever that dream was...and just be here for Rachel. Even if you don't want to be, you need to fake it.
That...damn kid.
Both Brian and Rachel continued to walk, the sun soon disappearing and all that was left were the bright lights scattered around downtown. Regardless of how Brian felt...he couldn't deny that the scenery of modern Austin was breathtaking. No matter of ill minded thoughts could take away the bliss of the inviting warmth that practically swallowed the dog and took him to a place where he wasn't thinking about Stewie…
Because Stewie was already there...in that place.
Deep in the dog's mind...in the very back crevices, Brian had a secret place that he'd sometimes venture to if he felt particularly needy that day. It was a place where Stewie was...he was always there and he was always ready to listen to the mutt if need be.
It was so simple, but the mental images alone of Stewie were so vivid, it was almost impossible to decipher if the boy was imaginary or real. There were often times that Brian lost himself in that place.
He was coming to realize that far too late...just how much he truly loved and needed that kid.
He really fucked up.
Brian then stopped and turned his head to look up at a restaurant sign. He knew that if Rachel were going to keep him out all night, he'd prefer to be plastered to get through it. Especially with his fragile mind already on the edge.
"Hey, Rach. You hungry?"
Rachel came to the dog's side and grinned. She glanced at a menu that restaurants usually put out for visitors to scan over...to entice them inside. Rachel took a moment to look, prompting Brian to lightly sigh and begin to tap his foot.
He didn't want to fucking eat, he wanted a goddamn drink.
Finally Rachel came to Brian's side and she hooked her arm with his, trying to be cute...obviously. She offered the dog a warm smile and she led him inside the restaurant.
They were seated almost immediately which was punctual. Brian was ready for his drinks, so the quicker they got to sit down and look over the drink menu...the better. Of course Brian didn't forget to be just as punctual...he had pulled Rachel's chair out for her before taking a seat himself.
The inside was absolutely cozy with big open windows that had a candle in each ledge. Even pillars that separated the different sections of the establishment. It wasn't too dark, but with the only source of light that was emitted from the lit candles, it did lack adequate light...not to say that Brian objected. He often loved dim lighted places.
That was when he noticed the drink menu already on the table.
His eyes went wide and he immediately grabbed it, looking it over with begging and thirsty eyes.
Rachel watched, a tad surprised that the dog had snatched the menu so fast.
"Brian...don't you think it's still a little early to be drinking?"
Brian ignored her for a moment, mentally telling himself that she was just nitpicking again. It wasn't her concern if he wanted to get drunk tonight. He just wanted to feel better and drinking was the only thing he could think of that would be easy to do.
Otherwise, he'd smoke weed. Which he did not have. So this was the best method of letting loose he could think of.
He then flagged down a waiter and he promptly ordered himself a dry martini and a red moscato wine for Rachel. Once the waiter had left to put in their drink orders, Brian went to address his girl with a warm smile. He even reached to take her hand into his own, giving it a firm squeeze.
Though loving...it was also a squeeze to tell her that she needed to mind her own business, but Brian did his best to not come off as pompous. Not more so than he already was.
"Babe...relax," he finally began, "I'm going to treat you like a princess this evening."
Rachel didn't say anything at first, she just looked at Brian...as though she were calculating him...a trait that Brian was growing to really find annoying. They didn't converse with each other...they just looked at one another, Rachel getting lost in Brian's eyes now that she let her stiffened muscles go and Brian looking beyond her eyes...looking for things about this woman...that reminded him of Stewie.
He was about to say something when the waiter came back with the drinks. Brian thanked the man profusely and began to chug his martini. He was drinking his drink with such velocity and hunger, Rachel didn't even take the time to drink her own. She just watched Brian with wide eyes.
And already the dog could feel his mind grow foggy.
He hadn't had a drink in a while, she knew he'd get wasted pretty quickly as long as he kept the pace up and continued to down these drinks. He would get to a level and start feeling tolerable...tolerable enough to deal with Rachel for the rest of the night and tolerable enough to deal with her for the rest of the trip.
God this had been such a bad idea…coming here with her.
Brian shook his head and downed the last sips of his martini before getting another waiter to put in a order for another.
All the while...Rachel was still looking in the dog's direction, only she had started to sip her wine as well. She was being diligent about it, though. She wasn't making a scene of herself like Brian was...who was gripping the table now and shaking. Like he had just gotten a hold of some strong substance and it was riddling him to the point he could barely function.
He must have looked so desperate and so ridiculous. Sitting there with a gorgeous woman right beside him...and he wasn't even appreciating her.
Had he even complimented her outfit?
No, he hadn't. He didn't feel the need to.
Rachel was gorgeous in anything...so Brian always felt no matter what she wore, she would always be beautiful.
At least that's something you got goin' on for me…
Brian's eyes widened.
How could he...think that?
Whatever.
He was angry. He was bitter and he was angry...angry at Stewie, but most of all...angry at himself.
He almost whimpered until he saw his second drink come to him and whatever feelings he had felt just now disappeared in a matter of seconds. He took the second martini and like he did with the first one...he drank it in rapid speed.
They must have put more alcohol in this one because the dog was finding he couldn't find the end of the drink. It just seemed his glass still had some left over for him. Not that he was going to complain.
This drinking session hadn't been too long, but he was already feeling a wonderful numbness that spread to his fingers and to his toes. It was such a warm and relaxing feeling, that he actually smiled genuinely for the first time that night.
He placed his arms on the table, cupping his cheek in the palm of one of his hands as he stared at Rachel, his smile growing.
"My god...you are so beautiful, Rachel."
Rachel chuckled and lightly waved at Brian as if to shush him.
Brian smirked a little. "I mean it, though. You're so breathtaking."
Rachel gently put her glass down and she turned her head away from the dog, trying to hide her blushing cheeks.
"Aw...come on, babe...I mean...I'm only being honest. You seriously got it. With your...vavoom...goin' on, ya know? I mean...shit, Rachel."
The dog laughed, maybe a little too loudly, but he didn't care.
Rachel must have been blushing more furiously because she was turning just a tad more...away from Brian's sight.
No...that wouldn't do at all.
That was when she felt Brian scoot closer to her and he encircled an arm around her hips where he playfully groped her ass before hugging her tight.
Of course Rachel just burst into laughter, but she was being so quiet about it...she obviously didn't want to disturb everyone else who was just trying to enjoy themselves.
Again...that wouldn't do, either.
Brian's smirk grew and he found himself...actually slipping his paw a little further to a destination that Rachel probably didn't expect. The dog toyed with her for a moment, but he eventually drifted his paw further until he had begun to fondle the place right between her legs.
He didn't lift her skirt up to do this...he was massaging the area over her skirt which somehow made it worse to Brian, but he was so out of his mind already and he had gotten this far...he might as well continue.
Feeling Brian grope her, Rachel leaned forward...tucking her legs to her chest while she darted her attention the dog who was staring so intently at her.
"What?" He asked...being cute by acting as though he was innocent and not doing something so scandalous just underneath their dinner table.
"What's the matter, babe?"
Brian pushed his paw more, applying a firm and hard pressure there which made Rachel tuck into herself even more. Her cheeks flourished with the most intense crimson, red.
Brian...loved it. The control.
He then leaned towards her ear, speaking confidently in a manner that was slightly crazed as well.
"How about...we go back to the hotel?"
Brian was completely plastered, a comforting numbness covering him as he took whatever enjoyment he could from his latest tryst with Rachel. They had been going at it for awhile now, and well, at least Rachel seemed to be having a good time. Brian wasn't so much feeling sexual stimulated as he was just appreciating the fact that he had someone here...with him...to be with. Still, he was going pretty hard and heavy. He couldn't deny the fact that it would be, you know, nice to cum for all his trouble.
He was gripping the sheets on either side of the woman for stability. Meanwhile, Rachel had her arms and legs wrapped around him in a position that was nothing but awkward.
God, that was another thing that was so nice about being with Stewie, the way their bodies actually seemed to work together. He'd never had that with anyone else. Stewie truly did have it all…
The canine moaned at the thought, closing his eyes and imagining Stewie underneath him, an image that spurned on the first feelings of sexual gratification he had experienced since this whole thing started.
He snapped out of it quickly, shaking his head, not wanting to use Rachel to that extent...if he could help it…
The woman groaned underneath him, and sounded almost obnoxious to Brian's keen ears.
Jeez, Rachel, have you always sounded like that? Why did it never bother me before? The sounds he makes are even better than yours.
The dog mentally slapped himself.
Jesus, there was no getting around this was there? If anything was going to happen for him...he was going to have to let his mind wander wherever it wanted.
And, of course, it was wandering right to Stewie.
He sighed. What was the point in even fighting it? There simply was none, and as soon as he accepted that, his mind went right back there, back to that night when he and Stewie had been together for the first and most likely last time.
Another moan escaped him as he remembered how perfect Stewie had felt around him, clenching him so tightly, the child's whole body determined to hold onto him and never let go. It had been the greatest comfort Brian had ever known. How could he have ever allowed himself to deny that…?
He was really starting to feel it, now, pure and sexual pleasure that caused everything below his waist to tingle.
With his eyes still closed he leaned over and pressed his lips to Rachel's neck, continuing to picture Stewie in her place. The fact that having Stewie was now only a fantasy caused him to whimper, but he didn't want to focus on the sadness that caused him, now. He needed to experience that night again, needed to remember what it had been like to be with that kid.
It was just a shame that he needed Rachel to achieve that…
The woman squealed upon feeling the dog's lips on her neck, and she began to grip him tighter, her nails applying a firm pressure against his back.
Brian recalled how intense and violent Stewie had been at his most lustful, the way the infant had dug his nails deep into his flesh, no doubt leaving deep marks that his fur could luckily conceal. He remembered how enraptured the boy had been, all the loud moans that had poured out of him, moans that seemed to cause the walls of the room they were in to shake.
The canine grunted and began picking up speed, his fantasy working wonders for him. It was everything he wanted. Everything he needed. His breaths were becoming more labored and sporadic as he felt things that he had never experienced until being with Stewie, things he hadn't been able to feel again since.
He was close.
He remembered when Stewie had been close.
"Ahhhh… Brian...almost there!"
The dog smirked.
Me, too, baby. Me, too.
A deep, throaty moan shot out of him as he felt his climax growing near. He could hardly even remember who he was actually with so lost was he in his thoughts of Stewie and being with Stewie and loving Stewie.
He could hear him. Sweet christ he could hear him, all those adorable little sounds the child had made. It made him proud. Stewie would never fake it. He'd earned those sounds from the boy.
" Oh, god...Stewie...I'm so close!"
He didn't have much left in him, only a few more thrusts and then…
" St-..."
"STEWIE!"
The body underneath him went still, but Brian was too caught up in his own ecstacy to notice too much.
"What!?"
He heard the woman scream at him, knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he had done something terrible, but he couldn't lose this feeling.
Not now…
Not yet…
"Brian! What the fuck did you say!?"
He held on tightly, continuing to ride out his intense orgasm.
It came was quite the shock when he felt two hands shoving him off of the warm body that was bringing him such incredible pleasure.
"Ahhhh!"
He fell to the side, his eyes finally opening, body still convulsing sightly from the aftershocks, but it was finally starting to dawn on him just what had happened.
Oh, god…
He began to shake from panic rather than from the sexual gratification from earlier.
"Oh, god!"
"Stewie!? What the hell!?"
He turned to look at his girlfriend, eyes wild and unbelieving. He had said that out loud. Rachel had heard him say Stewie's name out loud!
She was staring at him, a mixture of anger and horror plastered all over her face. She was gripping the bed sheets, trying desperately to cover herself no doubt feeling as violated as she had every right to be.
Brian didn't know what to say.
So, he said nothing, just continued to stare as the last piece of his world came crashing down around him.
Rachel moved over as far as she could without getting out of bed.
"You…You were thinking about the baby?"
Was there any point in even trying to deny it? No, there wasn't.
He still couldn't bring himself to openly acknowledge it, though. He gulped and sat up, paws clenching and unclenching against the sheets.
"I'm...sorry…"
A part of him meant it. He wasn't sorry that he gotten off to thoughts of Stewie, though, just that he had used her to do it...even more so since she found out.
Silence took hold of the room. Brian just stared straight ahead. It was all he could do. There was no way he was going to look in her direction. He couldn't take that.
"Y-You should go."
The words hit his ear, and he didn't have to look at Rachel to know she was crying.
Shit…
He didn't bother trying to argue, though. It just wasn't in him. Without a word he slid off the bed and began gathering up the few things he had brought with him on the trip. It didn't take long. He was in as big of a hurry as he could manage.
As he was getting ready to walk out of the room, though, he stopped.
The canine sighed and pulled out his wallet, retrieving some money from it before walking over to the nightstand. Still refusing to look at the distraught woman, he set the money down and offered a few parting words.
"For the bus. Sorry again."
And, with that done, he hurried out of the room. Hoping to never see that woman again.