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Doc noticed it on the ride over to Season 8. Ren was touchy. He didn’t seem to know the concept of personal space. He loved to get up in Doc's space all the time. Admittedly it was a small RV you ended up bumping shoulders and ended up pressing into each other no matter what. But Ren seemed to make it his mission to just be in Doc's way. No matter what. It was almost second nature for Doc to have Ren at his side, warm and touching him in such an open way and the bubbly man was just.... a head rush for Doc.

The others tend to see his creations as fearful Nether bent machines, with him some sort of mad monster and he would agree, it was accurate after all. He really did live up to his name. Ren on the other hand just laughed and got excited with him, praising Doc so damn much even when the man has no idea what Doc was doing. He was just happy for him. Doc was worried he was going to get an ego at this rate.

So when one morning it was unusual to see Ren so... Churlish. Snappish. Skittish. Doc already had enough of this morning with his coffee tasting particularly shitty. Doc drank it as Doc watched him squirming next to him, snapping at anything and sighing. Ren's leg was twitching, and he kept shifting so something was up.

Doc didn’t want to get into Ren’s business though. It was Ren’s business. If he wanted to talk about it, Doc would happily nod and listen but Doc was happy to ignore him until Ren approached him about it. So Doc stared at the TV, watching the same documentary DVD they been watching for the last month again muted but this time with another type of subtitles on. Doc almost knew the documentary word for word, so he thought he might be learning another language.

Ren didn’t stop or settled down, still growling under his breath as he stared at the TV screen. Doc tried to focus on the tiny TV and sipped his coffee. Ren kept muttering under his breath, sounding upset. Eventually it started to irk Doc a little. Usually, Ren would just make up funny and strange voices and stories for the footage. Sometimes it would make Doc throw his head back and laugh as Ren made up entirely new stories, usually overly dramatic novella sort of things.

Doc got half an hour in before Ren turned to him and snapped. “Dude! Stay on your own fucking side!” Ren snarled shoving at Doc’s leg. Doc could have moved but he knew it wasn’t the real reason that Ren was snapping at him. He didn't even know what the real reason why they were fighting about once Ren pressed into his space growling. That was now crossing a line.

Doc raised an eyebrow and snarled back. "Did someone piss in your kennel this morning?" He finally snapped back. He had enough of the man’s shitty attitude. Yes, they were trapped in the RV and Ren might be having a bad day, but he had no fucking right in making it Doc’s problem too.

"Fight me." Ren replied, voice low and dark, just barely words. Apparently Ren gave up trying to communicate like a human and broke into feral sounding snarls. That made Doc turn his head. Coupled with Ren showing off his fangs, Doc realised the dog hybrid was deadly serious.

Doc took the sight of Ren in, the man was bristling, hands already bunched into fists, and his ears was pinned back. He looked pissed but not his usual angry. This looked and felt more feral. To a lesser man that might have given them pause but Doc wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

Doc looked around the cramped space, already trying to figure out how much furniture they could shove to the side to make space for activities. "Not muc..." He stopped mid-sentence as Ren grabbed at him. The pair wrestled, twisting, and snarling at each other on the sofa. Doc was no slouch in hand to hand, he had a foot in height on Ren and about 30lbs more of muscle. He soon had the hybrid pinned to the sofa, metal arm against his throat pinning him to the faded cushions. "What the fuck man?" He had to ask.

Ren looked a bit spaced out as he lay under him finally stilling. His face was almost slack instead of the pissed off snarls that Doc had been dealing with all morning. It was a little concerning how differing the change was. Doc moved his arm a little wondering if he cut off too much of his oxygen. "No... Don't. Helps." Ren moaned and tugged Doc's arm back up.

Doc spoke lowly, his mind whirring as he took Ren in. "You are getting off on this?" He asked confused. He had heard whispers of people who get off on this, liking to be pinned and hurt and used. He never thought Ren would be one of those people though. Ren seemed… normal. Well not that normal. He was a Hermit after all. They were all a little… normal adjacent as Joe would have described them.

Ren was red and calmer sounding. "No!" He managed. "Need to blow off steam!" He sounded confused and Doc didn't know what to do. Ren needed help. Doc could provide that help. It was uncomfortable to him but not painful. He wanted to help Ren. Doc counted to 600 in his head before letting go. Ren stayed there, still, and quiet. Not quite back to normal but better than the feral pissed off version.

Doc sat back and looked at his friend. "Just blowing off steam?" He asked, still conflicted over it. It wasn’t normal but they were two hybrids riding a spaceship RV to another world, not normal was their normal.

Ren finally moved and stroked his throat, feeling at the spot that Doc knew would be bruised come the morning. "Yeah. Sometimes I get worked up. Like too much energy, dude. Usually, I run it off or chop wood until everything hurts but no wood and no running in the RV." Ren mumbled.

Doc nodded. Made sense to him. Ren was always so energetic and running around so a month in a cramped RV would suck. He had similar moments where he had ideas for builds and circuitry but the things he needed to do, just didn’t exist yet and his mind burned with possibilities. Doc usually ate pasta and drank whiskey until he got over it though. He had no idea why being choked out on the sofa helped Ren, but it did apparently. "Next time just ask me." Doc told him decidedly. They were friends. If Ren needed help, he could definitely help him.

Ren gave him an odd look. Like Doc was odd for saying that more than Ren was odd for needing to be choked out to find his inner peace. Doc shrugged, feeling his face hot. "Supposed to work together." He finally told him, not sure how to even address or describe the inner mess of his head and feelings.

Ren nodded and shifted. "Gonna uh go to bed dude." He told him even though it was technically mid-morning by their inner clocks. Ren headed to the bunk-bed and climbed on the lower bunk. Doc waved him off and turned to watch the documentary, occasionally shooting the curtained off bunk confused looks as he tried to sort his head and feelings out about the new possible aspect of their friendship.

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After all of that and Ren still didn't ask the next time. It was a few days later when Doc found him trying to snarl the microwave into submission. Doc got it. It was a shitty microwave, but it would really suck if Ren broke one of the few ways they could actually have hot food, sometimes. The machine liked to sometimes cut off mid-cycle leaving you with half frozen, half burning hot food. But at least some of it was a little warm and that was enough.

Doc watched him for a little bit, dithering in his head about what to do. Was this something he wanted to do? Was this something he should do? Was this something he could do? Doc watched the man get worse, growling and snarling at the appliance. Ren brought his hand up, acting like he was going to hit it and Doc made his mind up.

Despite being a large man, Doc could be quiet when needed, so he was silent as he came behind Ren and wrapped an arm around his neck. He felt Ren freeze but soon the man came alive moving frantically, trying to free himself. Doc held on as Ren cursed and spluttered and clawed at the metal. Doc did learn several new swear words as Ren fought against his grip. It was impressive how the man’s claws scrabbled at the metal scratching the coating. Doc’s arm had a specially made damage resistance coating on it, to help protect it while he was working.

Doc didn’t let up his grip and waited for Ren to calm down, and in time, thankfully Ren did. His body slumping against him, his breathing evening out. Doc didn't know what to do, at this point. He didn't want to leave Ren like this; the man was boneless against him. Doc managed to get them both on the sofa and checked on his friend.

Ren had the same spacey look on his face, and when Doc checked his neck, Ren pushed into his touch, eyes lidded, still not quite there, running off instincts by the looks of it. Surely Ren wouldn’t let him stroke his soft ears otherwise. It felt incredibly taboo to run his fingers over his soft fur even if Ren was encouraging him by rubbing himself against his hand.

Doc didn't know why but his face felt hot again as Ren made soft and eager noises from his touch. Doc pulled his hand away and sighed in relief. "You good bro?" Doc asked, needing to check.

Ren looked like he just had smoked something with Renbob. His eyes were glassy and a little unfocused. He seemed much more relaxed though. Ren nodded slowly, more dipped his head and moved to try to get up, he looked a little drunk as he stood up. "Thanks man. Really needed that." He told him. "Gonna go to my bunk."

Doc let him go and brushed the fur off himself. Apparently, it was like a reset button for Ren’s bitchiness. A little choke and Ren went back to normal.

Doc put it out of his mind for a couple days before the next time. Doc was in the middle of a drawing when Ren sat next to him. He could tell the hybrid was already antsy, twitching and fidgeting. It was so bad, that Doc could smell the unease pouring off the man and it was making Doc bristle a little. Doc knew he should be a good friend and help Ren out, but Doc was caught in a project. He didn’t want to stop while he was inspired. He was Ren’s friend… but he was also not going to drop everything every time the man demanded attention. Ren could wait.

Doc tried to focus on his work since he really wanted to finish his drawing while the idea was fresh in his mind but Ren was making it difficult. The dog hybrid was growling softly under his breath and twitching. Ren’s leg was bouncing against the table making it shake and making Doc’s pencil lines skitter over his paper making him swear.

Doc quickly realised that Ren wasn’t going to let him work in peace. Doc grumbled lowly which made the leg bouncing increase. Doc sighed as he reached out and thankfully Ren seemed to understand because he felt the man move to press his own throat against Doc’s hand. He didn’t squeeze but tightened his grip. He could feel Ren’s heart beat thump against his finger tips as his other hand finished the line he was working on.

Doc could now focus on his drawing, Ren stilling next to him. The dog hybrid letting out soft whimpers once in a while as Doc occasionally adjusting his grip on Ren’s throat as he finished up his plan drawings for next season.

Ren made soft noises next to him as he looked up. "Dude." Ren gasped. His eyes were wild, face pink and his lips were bitten raw. Doc wondered if Ren had been struggling for a while and didn’t want to disturb him working. A rush of emotion went through him, and it made him feel hot faced again. He would have to check his code later, maybe he was coming down with something. He may have caught something after the last season. There was no reason why he felt feeling so.. flushed or charged up.

Doc put his pencil down and turned his full attention on Ren. He could see the hybrid was not as bad as before, but his eyes were darting everywhere, and his body was highly strung. He squeezed carefully, watching Ren's body soften for a second. "Better?" He asked softly, seeing the way the man didn’t even fight. Ren sat there, leaning into Doc’s touch, ears flat to his skull as he stared blankly through Doc.

Ren whined lowly and pushed his throat harder against Doc's hand. Doc felt warmer as his friend looked up at him, flushed and begging for more… He swallowed loudly. His hand twitching. He had to be careful. He didn’t want to hurt the man. Doc reckoned it must be horrible to be like this if Ren would basically ask to be choked out to stop it. He took a second to watch his fingers pressing into Ren's soft throat, he could feel his heartbeat under his fingers. It felt fast. Thready. Doc counted in his head, taking his temperature and heart rate, and making sure he wasn’t in a bad way. He didn’t really have a lot of basic data on Ren but what he could find online seemed to say Ren was okay. Excited maybe but not injured.

Ren let out a louder whine and Doc loosened his grip realising he had been distracted as he found more information about hybrids. Some of it he didn’t know was a thing. He bookmarked several pages intending on reading them later. "Sorry Ren." He told him softly and adjusted his grip, giving the man what he needed.

Doc’s brain was whirling. He was a problem solver. A redstoner by trade so his brain was already asking if maybe there was a better way to do this, help Ren out more? Was there anything he could do like preventive measures? He looked at the man’s bitten mouth and saw the dried blood on his lips and something hit in him. Doc didn’t like the idea of Ren needing his help this badly, to the point of hurting himself and not being able to get it. He wanted to be there for his friend. He didn’t realise how bad Ren was suffering. He wanted to help. But how?

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Doc let it sit in the back of his mind, about helping Ren. When he lay in his bunk at night, he found himself reading up on hybrids in general. There was little about dog or wolf hybrids. Apparently they were very secretive or isolated. They had their own communities and didn’t share a lot of information about themselves with the rest of the world. Doc grumbled. It made it harder to find information on how best to help Ren. What he needed. How best to help him blow off steam. He had started his own folder and files on Ren. He decided to at least get basic medical information on the man and learn what was healthy for him.

Doc had written up everything he had on the man and cursed how it was so little. For someone who never stopped talking, Ren rarely said anything about himself and it was mostly speculation on Doc’s part. He was a scientist. He was sure he could figure it out on his own as any time he asked Ren anything, he would dodge the question or distract him with something else. It was infuriating but it gave Doc something to do.

Doc wondered if he could give Ren a questionnaire or something? Maybe make it like one of those magazines that Ren swore he only read to get insight on the women female brain. Not that Doc caught him filling out the questionnaires, very seriously and carefully and crying over the sad story articles.

Doc stored that idea away as he walked into the kitchen, planning on maybe sketching a new design he had in his head. It felt good to be thinking about redstone instead of how best to choke out Ren. Doc shook his head as he realised what his life was now like. But being trapped in the RV for so long, really changed his perspective on a lot of things.

He spotted Ren anxiously stalking back and forth through the kitchen, ears pinned back, growls escaping him as he stalked. Doc watched him a little bit, seeing his tail droop and looked patchy. It looked like Ren had been chewing on it. Doc vaguely remembered that being a symptom of boredom or lack of enrichment in wolves and dogs. He made more mental notes before walking over to Ren.

Doc grabbed Ren's wrist, twisting it behind his back and pressed him into the fridge with a thump. Doc didn’t go for choking this time, he was curious to see if it was the lack of oxygen or the physicality of the act which helped Ren? Or maybe it was the pain? Loss of control? Doc didn’t know. He didn’t like not knowing. He was supposed to be helping and he didn’t even know how he was helping which was dangerous.

The thump of their bodies meeting the fridge must have been loud since it was enough to bring Renbob out of the front of the cab. The man parted the stupid bead curtain and looked out. "Uh like dudes?" His usually unfocused stare sharpened as he took the pair in. The man’s bloodshot eyes drifted between the pair, a look of confusion on his face but with Renbob, that was his normal expression.

Doc could feel his face go bright red as he realised what it looked like. Doc was pressed against Ren’s back, pressing him against the fridge, not a centimetre of space between them. Ren was probably bright red and was breathing hard. Doc was surprised to find he was a little out of breath, panting a little. Doc realised how easy it would be for the stupid hippy to get the wrong idea about them. Doc was… just helping his friend. That was all! Not that it was wrong or bad if they were! Doc just didn’t want the hippy knowing about something that was just between him and Ren.

Doc had been mentally flailing on what to say, how he could explain it away. This thing between them was personal. It wasn’t for others. Doc didn’t even know how to explain it to himself much less someone else. As he struggled to get his brain in gear, he realised that he didn’t want to explain it. Curse the damn hippy. Why couldn’t he have stayed in the front and left them to it.

Before Doc could say anything though Ren spoke up. "Just Doc teaching me some martial arts. It is okay." Even spaced out and trapped Ren managed to tell a story. It was very much Ren. It was reassuring in a way that Ren didn’t want this to end. Whatever this was.

Doc waited until Renbob went back in the cab with more confused stares. Doc knew that the hippy didn’t believe them but the man was reassured enough by Ren to leave them to it. Doc counted to 10 and made sure that the hippy wasn’t going to interrupt them again before twisting Ren’s arm a little. Doc found himself smiling proudly as the action drove a pained whine from the man against him. It was good, this was effective he realised as he could hear the breathlessness, the thready pulse against his fingers, the stillness. Doc found that the feel of Ren’s tail beating slowly against his stomach and chest was odd but good. Ren was getting what he needed from him.

Doc shifted his weight against him, keeping Ren trapped and unable to move away from his grip. "Is... Is this good?" He asked hesitant, testing the boundaries. It wasn't the same as choking after all. He wanted to make sure Ren was good with this new… thing. This was all for Ren after all. A treatment of sorts. Doc held back at his snort as he realised he was a different sort of doc now.

Ren groaned softly. "Yes dude. It helps!" He managed breathless. Ren had stopped squirming now and was heavily leaning against the fridge. Doc gently let up and moved him easily to the sofa. Doc kept carefully stroking over his shoulder, making sure he didn’t hurt him too much. Doc ignored his own warm face as Ren shivered under his touch as Doc took his pulse and temperature, pressing his fingers into the crook of his neck. Once Doc determined that Ren was back to… well not quite normal he relaxed.

Doc settled against the sofa with him and let Ren curl against his side. He didn’t quite want to stop touching the man and used the excuse of monitoring his vitals as an excuse to keep the man next to him, instead of tucking him into his bunk. He spent the next couple hours, with Ren curled sleeping against him while Doc updated his records on the man. He had a lot more data to import and new theories to test. He had some answers but not enough. He looked down at Ren as the man twitched in his sleep, his leg pistoning like he was chasing something or running away in his dreams.

Doc made soft soothing noises and stroked those fluffy ears until Ren nuzzled closer to him and fell still and deeper into sleep. Doc stayed staring at his friend, petting him until Doc fell asleep too. If he dreamed of anything, he couldn’t remember.

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Doc had been distracted lately from the next season’s plans. He had been finding himself looking forwards to... Helping Ren. Doc had found himself constantly reviewing his notes, updating his records and thinking about new things he could try. He had even tried to find more research and records on hybrids. On the few occasions he managed to get a strong enough signal to send a message out, he was messaging the Hivemind asking them to do research for him. They, of course, made fun of him but they came through for him. Even though all the data and scans of old books were patchy and not great but it was more than he had before. Canine hybrids had done a good job of hiding their culture from outsiders but the Hivemind was better at finding.

Doc had a collection of scanned old books from early anthropologists who studied the canine hybrids back in the day. It was tough reading. Not just from dense old English language the authors used and awful scanned job. The books were pretty faded and worn but the writers obviously held some anti-hybrid opinions. Everything documented was always accompanied with snide notes from the observer. Like the hybrids couldn’t even show mercy or decency without the writer speculating some nefarious reason behind it. It was sickening.

Doc figured these snide books were better than the other book. It was… explicit. Doc has read the first couple of chapters and didn’t pick up on the way the author was descriptive about the hybrids, talking about their bodies until by chapter 4 it broke into an all out orgy with the author being spit roasted by a pack of canine hybrids. Doc had almost deleted the files, bright red as he realised it was little more than porn. S C King had done a good job at hiding his fantasies as an actual scientific record.

He realised he was getting a little obsessed but that was his personality. He hyper-focused. He would get a new project and that was it. He would forget everything but that project. He would not be able to focus on anything until it was done and completed. Now Ren and Ren’s needs was his new project. It made sense why Doc was obsessed, it was something different to do after all. He had been struggling in the RV too. There was only so many times you can watch the same documentary and Renbob just gave him a headache whenever they spoke, so it was just Doc a lot of the time alone with his thoughts and plans. He had never observed mob behaviour before, never studied a species or culture. It was fascinating. His hybridisation was so mixed that he never had a definite cultural background unlike Ren.

Doc found himself keeping a very close eye on Ren. He was always trying to spot the next time Ren needed him. Or looking for behaviours, measuring results, timing situations. He wanted to do something and testing Ren’s limits for everything was more entertaining than he ever realised. There was so much unresearched, unknown data he could find. He had started cataloguing and measuring Ren’s reactions to the choking and pinning he did. He even had a table of diagrams of positions that worked the best. He ranked them in order of which allowed Doc to easily pin Ren without too much strain to them both.

Doc found Ren responded better when it was more full body pins, longer before Ren was antsy again and the ‘relax’ phase was longer. It was the shortest when Doc pinned Ren to the floor with just his foot on his back. Ren didn’t really relax at all and complained of smelling like Doc’s foot for a week so that was quickly scratched off as method. Doc had to pin him three times and for much longer afterwards just to get some peace and quiet from the man. He didn’t shut up about the foot smell, even after showering and using a whole bottle of Doc’s special shampoo deliberately. Doc didn’t say anything because it was pretty gross to have someone’s foot all up in your fur, so he put up with the loss of his shampoo.

Doc had seen the side eyeing Ren had been giving him, so Doc paused the documentary before pinning him again. Ren had gotten better at asking for it. Ren still couldn't say the words properly or if he did it was more of a challenge to Doc but instead Doc found that Ren used his body language to ask.

Doc had even made a need table, documenting the various signs and what level of need Ren was in. There was the basic uneasiness and fidgeting all the way up to self destructive behaviour such as biting and chewing at his limbs and scratching. Side eyeing and puffing up at him was pretty low level. Level 4 on the scale. Not bad but would ramp up in time. Doc was pretty bored though, having enough of the documentary so why not have a session with Ren?

Doc moved quickly, grabbing at the man, making him squeak. This time the struggle lasted longer, Ren fighting back a little. He was less far gone and still resistant to Doc which made it a little more interesting. Doc eventually pinned Ren face down and over the sofa arm. Doc growled as the odd position made Doc have to press more of his body weight against Ren to keep him down. He could feel the man press against every inch of him. Ren’s tail beat against his lower stomach and chest, trapped awkwardly. Doc reached down and moved it so it wasn’t so pinned.

Doc kept a firm grip on Ren as he could feel the struggles the man gave, trying to free himself still. Ren squirmed back, brushing against Doc’s groin, almost rubbing against him and Doc hissed lowly as he realised, he was hard. He was hard from pinning his friend down, being ground against. He swallowed nervously. Ren must know. Doc wasn't a bragger, but he knew his cock was noticeable especially pushed against someone's behind like this. He had no idea what to do in this situation. Should he let go? He just didn’t know what to do.

What was worse, Ren had stopped struggling but he didn’t go all floppy. He was tense and still. Ren's voice sounded unsure. As unsure as Doc felt. Doc felt like he had lost control of the situation. They were in uncharted territory. No guides, no data, no tables of information right now. Ren spoke up. "Dude. You... You are getting off on this?" He repeated the question from the start.

Doc was bright red, his face felt like it was burning. Instead of answering he twisted Ren’s arm a little further. He knew it was safe to do so. He had made sure to map out all of Ren's limits for this sort of thing, never wanting to accidentally hurt the man. He knew just how much pressure to apply. How far he can do anything basically. "No! Just... Blowing off steam!" He repeated Ren’s words because Doc didn't have his own answer.

Ren let out a gasping laugh. "That is okay, I guess. Just don't get any steam in my fur. It is a bitch to wash out." Ren sounded amused, like he was laughing at Doc and Doc felt hot and confused for a different reason. He let go and this time he was the one who went to his bunk and sulked.

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Apparently having Doc in a silent mood set off Ren who the next day was in full skittish snapping mode. Doc didn’t react. He just sat and watched Ren kicked the fridge hard enough to set the hybrid swearing and hopping on one foot. His mad flailing threatened to bring the RV down around them as Ren’s failing arms knocked things off the side and made the dog hybrid even more furious and restless.

This was the worst that Doc had ever seen Ren. The man probably didn’t sleep judging by the dark rings around his eyes, not even bothering with his sunglasses as he stalked about the RV swearing and snapping. Ren kept shooting Doc looks, like he wanted to say something or do something but neither of them did. Doc just sat there in silence staring at the TV even though it was off. He wasn’t getting involved. The man laughed at him trying to help so fuck Ren. Fuck Ren and his weird ass needs. He wasn’t going to help him. He ignored him and focused on nothing.

Doc could feel the need to get up and document, the need to help burn through him. He bit his lip as he tried to focus on the screen. It took him a while before Doc even realised the TV was off. He thought about getting up and finding the remote but couldn’t bring up the energy too. If he got up, it was way too easy to head over to Ren and give him what he wanted. But Doc didn’t want to do that. Ren didn’t deserve help. Not if he was going to laugh at Doc.

Apparently, Ren didn’t like his silence. It seemed to Doc that Ren was doing this to get his attention and when it failed Ren stormed up to him even though he was shaking. "Dude, I don't care if you get off on it. Dude please help me." The man begged sounding so shaken and needy. Doc could see now how the man had chewed his lips and that the fur on his wrists and tail was worn and chewed in patches. Ren hadn’t gotten to bleeding levels yet but was close, the patches of skin he could see was red and had teeth imprints in. Ren looked like he was in a sorry state, in every sense.

Even that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t an apology for laughing at Doc. So Doc didn't move or react. He didn't fucking get off on it. It was a normal reaction to having someone under him squirming. His cock didn't care that it was Ren's arse wiggling against it. It just responded. It didn’t care but truthfully Doc did care. He knew deep down he was using the laughter as an excuse for why he wasn’t helping Ren any more but truth is, getting hard against him, threw Doc into a mental tail spin.

Doc wasn’t into dudes. He wasn’t into dogs. Or hybrids. He was into Science. Everything else didn’t matter. He wasn’t interested. This confusing thing between them is or was just… scientific curiosity and basic biological reactions. It was an explanation that Doc repeated to himself every time he thought about it. He wasn’t into Ren. He wasn’t into that at all. He was just bored and hadn’t jerked off since the close quarters made it impossible to get any privacy. Plus he had been reading the smut fiction, having already read all the non porn stuff. He had been hoping that there had been at least some factual information in there. Not just fucking.

Doc growled warningly as Ren knelt down in front of him begging him to smack him around a bit. Doc held his own hand to stop the twitching need to reach out and grab Ren maybe stroke those soft ears and apologise or to wrap a firm hand around his throat and squeeze just shut him up and give him what he wanted. Doc squirmed a little in his seat and shot the cab a look, if Renbob came in now... The excuse that they were doing martial arts was certainly out the window. Ren looked obscene on his knees, desperate and swollen lipped. He was begging him so needy.

Ren moved to put his head on his knee whimpering. He turned those big puppy dog eyes on Doc and whined. Doc really really should just push the man away as even that was making his cock squirm. The soft begging, the nuzzling, the everything was making him feel hot and he could feel his cock respond. It was Ren’s fault. Being so… Ren. Doc didn’t move. He couldn’t. He blamed his lack of reaction due to shock. Doc just didn’t know what to do. Again, uncharted territory. There was nothing outside of porn to tell him what to do.

Ren took his lack of reaction seriously and moved in to suck at the front of his trousers. The warm wetness soaking through easily making his cock twitch. Doc sucked in a shocked breath but still didn’t stop Ren. Ren took it as consent to undo Doc’s trousers and fish his cock out. Before Doc could do anything, Ren had it in his mouth, choking himself on his length in an attempt to prove he didn't care that Doc was getting off on it.

Doc groaned loudly; it really had been too long for him. And Ren was Ren, loud, messy and enthusiastic as he choked himself on Doc’s cock. Ren always pushing his own limits and doing as much as he could, was trying to deep throat him so sloppily. He could see the spit run down Ren’s chin as he gagged. It seemed Ren had found a new way to get Doc to choke him. Doc had to wonder if Ren done it before, he was messy and sloppy but he didn’t catch him with his teeth and knew enough to breath through his nose as his cock pressed into his throat. Doc didn't know if Ren had done it before or not. Or if Ren was even gay. Or liked hybrids, or hostile hybrids. Or any combination thereof but Ren was doing his best to take every inch Doc gave him.

Doc's hands fell on Ren's head maybe to push him away but really he found himself pulling Ren closer to thrust into his mouth. "Fuck. Ren!" He gasped. "Need it that badly?" He asked unable to tear his eyes away from the obscene sight. Ren was beautifully broken and needy, eyes watering and lips stretched and red around his cock. Doc shifted his hips to feed him more of his length. Ren's eyes were blown wide, dark with something, Ren had drool down his chin as Doc's cock snaked between them. Doc pressed harder into his mouth, watching the glazed look in Ren’s eyes. "Fuck! This is what you need?" He goaded.

Internally Doc was busy lying to himself. A mouth was a mouth. He told himself as he rutted into it. It was just the situation. Not his friend being his cock toy, his cum dump, so eager to swallow his cock and take him all good. He didn't even have to hold himself back. Ren wanted this. Ren begged him to choke him. Ren needed this. He told himself as he tightened his grip in Ren's hair tugging and drawing more choked gasps from him.

Doc moved his head back to give himself a better angle and thrusted. His cock pressing hard against Ren's throat making him gag and choke so good. He never had a partner so wanton, so needy while letting him be as rough as he liked. He could see how Ren chased after his length, not letting Doc to pull away even for a second. Almost like Ren was a true little cock slut, like the stories. Like the porn he had read. It made it easier to think like that. It wasn’t his friend. It was a slut he was using. He could distance himself a little. Just a hole to fuck.

Doc gasped as his mouth got wetter and his throat rippled against his length as Ren learnt how to take him a little easier. Doc growled proudly before he set a rough pace, fucking into his mouth with eager thrusts. He wanted to see if Ren could keep up with him now or if he would tap out unable to take it any more. This was all new, more data to add to the file. More tables to fill. New theories. Doc groaned as to his delight, Ren spluttered and gasped, but didn't fight him off. Ren's hands stayed flat on Doc’s thighs as Doc took his mouth. Not pushing him away but also not pulling him closer. But Ren didn’t have to. Doc was relentless as he bucked into his mouth.

Doc held his head down a couple times as the wave of warmth in his body threatened to break. He was so damn close. Doc pulled his cock out of his throat with a cry as he secreted in his mouth. He tried to pull back groaning as Ren suckled his sensitive length. "Fuck." Was all Doc could manage as he collapsed back on the sofa. Finally, Ren gave up on his softening cock, letting him fall from his mouth.

Doc looked at Ren and really took him in. Ren was a mess, eyes leaking tears, mouth swollen with cum and drool down his chin. Doc had really used Ren like a toy, and it was wrong. The line in the sand was crossed. It was burnt down never mind crossed.

Doc pulled Ren up against him and let him press his messy face against his lab coat. Doc was going to apologise and promise it never would happen again. That they didn't have to base together next season. That they could report it to Xisuma. Doc wouldn’t say anything against it. He would take his punishment. He deserved it after all. Doc’s internal panic and guilt was cut through by Ren whispering. "Thanks." Against Doc's frantically beating heart. "Needed that." He finished voice hoarse and almost gone. Doc didn't reply and just lay there, silent and holding a sleeping Ren.

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Doc thought he knew himself. He knew his code well, enough that entire patches of it was memorised. He knew the broken bits, the jank from the mixed hybridity and the abrupt missing patches, replaced with his bionic self made code and robotic parts. He knew his strengths and his weaknesses. He knew his heart rate, his inner temperature, his height, weight, everything. His mechanical parts kept him up to date about everything. A constant stream of information about himself. He couldn't not be aware of it if it tried, it was pretty much burned into his retinas.

Spiritually though, Doc thought he knew himself too. Doc had to do a lot of soul searching after the fight with a literal god and he lost his arm. The months, the year afterwards, when he tried to function, tried to build his replacement arm, he didn’t do too well. He was angry at the world, angry at the Gods, angry at his code, angry at himself. He felt like at times he was howling into the void as he didn’t sleep and struggled through building himself a new body part with just one arm.

He had to build more than a limb during those early angry days. He had to rebuild himself. His self image, his self beliefs, his own existence. He lost more than a limb. He lost his self confidence. But he was Doc. He was the GOAT father. Eventually he came out of his workshop with a new limb and a new sense of purpose. He joined the Hermits not long after and his life changed for the better. Dinnerbone would get a thanks maybe after Doc gave him a chin check for the shit he had put him through.

But this thing with Ren blind sided him. Doc didn’t think he had much of a sex drive. He was usually too busy with the grind to do much about it. He would have the occasional dream or a jerk off in the shower and his body’s needs were met for the next month. He didn’t really look for company but he wasn’t a virgin either. All of his encounters were not male but he hadn’t been the one who made the first move in all of them. He was pretty sure he was straight? He hadn’t really explored it before now.

Doc still wasn't sure about the whole Ren using choking on his cock to get something, but it worked. He was still processing it all. Literally. The amount of data he had added to Ren’s files had grown, there was now subcategories and an index to make cross referencing easier. He was still running the analytics on the efficiency rates of blowjobs to pinning. He had added another dozen theories to test like what if he pinned him and then fucked his throat. Would the rate be the same for one or the either? Or would it cancel out or have a bonus effect? He really had to test it.

However, after that night Doc had made a list of rules for himself. He could see how easy it would be to… take advantage. He wasn’t stupid. He couldn’t let himself play ignorant any more. The thing between them was growing. Growing claws more like, snaring the pair in new dangerous ways. Doc had made the simple rules to keep Ren safe. The main one was… Ren had to start it all.

Doc would see Ren all antsy, side eyeing him and approaching before backing off. Ren would circle a little like a predator finding a prey’s weakness before Ren would approach skittish and snappy. Doc would know what Ren wanted and all he had to do was make space for Ren. Ren would sink on his knees or shuffle over to get what he needed. Ren would fish his cock out and get to work, going slowly at first as if he was getting used to the heft and weight in his mouth.

If Ren had been slower to finally approach, Doc would be hard enough to suck his cock. Doc’s cock plumping up from the sight of Ren and anticipation of the blowjob but if Ren was needy and quick to approach, then Doc would only be half hard and Ren would have to use his mouth and hands to tease Doc’s length into full hardness so he could choke himself on it properly. Doc only could admit to himself that he liked the times when Ren would rush over, that the man had to work him for his reward. Doc would never tell him that… It seemed like it would be against his rules.

Doc would eventually take over, Ren would slow down as he spaced out and he would settled against Doc’s thighs, weakly suckling at him. Doc would entwine his fingers into Ren’s hair and rock into his mouth, fucking his throat lazily. Doc had never came so much in his life, well not since a teen Doc discovered porn. Ren would approach him everyday. He didn’t have a set time though. It depended really on the session the day before. It wasn’t always sucks, sometimes Ren just needed to be pinned down and held until he could function again.

Doc was sure he was walking around with a wide grin on his face all day, enough that Renbob raised an eyebrow as he got caught whistling jauntily as he made breakfast. He whistled tunelessly as he made pancakes, which had brought the hippy out. Doc’s pancakes were legendary. He even smiled at the hippy as Doc handed the man a plate of pancakes.

Ren stayed in his bunk until the beaded curtain rattled as Renbob headed back into the front of the cab leaving them alone. Ren joined him afterwards, bright red as he took the plate of buttered and syrupy pancakes. “Thanks my dude.” He told Doc, eager and hungry. Ren looked like he was inhaling the food, using both hands to tear into the pancakes and stuff chunks of them into his mouth. Ren didn’t often bother with cutlery. He had fangs for tearing and claws for cutting as he told Doc. He even licked plates clean after which saved Doc having to wash up for too long with their limited water and supplies.

Doc found himself giving Ren a wink and watching the man flush darker. “You are welcome. Thought I should feed you something nutritional for once. Give you more than protein.” Doc joked and laughed as Ren choked on his pancakes. “Slow down. Choking is for later, if you are good.” He told him, with a smirk, finding it so easy to just joke about it. Yeah, he was unsure what they were doing but it was Ren. Doc had his rules. They were safe right? As long as he followed the rules he laid out, they were okay. It was that simple. It wasn't hurting Ren, the man seemed happier with his nose buried against Doc's pubic bone and his cock down his throat about once a day.

It made living with him easier. It was still Ren, excitable happy, chatty Ren but better. Doc had not quite sorted all his feelings out about it. He did figure that he could blow his load down his friend's throat, that it didn't change him. He was still friends with Ren, and Doc didn't want to find himself a dog or human or man to fuck but if Ren’s mouth was on offer, why not? He wasn’t bonding him or anything. No different to one of those sex toys you shove your cock in. He wondered if Ren would get the same thing out of it if he used a fake cock or something to fuck his mouth with. If there was someone else or something else Ren could get what he needed from, he would… wouldn’t he?

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To Doc it seemed that Ren was doing his own testing. Their play sessions as Doc began to call them was getting more and more interesting. Ren was testing Doc’s limits and how far Doc would push him. Doc had the sneaking suspicion because during a session Ren would fight back a little harder, until Doc almost pull away thinking Ren was serious and was tapping out, but then Ren would get all docile for him again, taking his cock or going limp for him. Then get a little fight back and would repeat until Doc began to keeping hold of him despite Ren struggling hard in his grasp.

It did make everything more intense. Doc would have to hold Ren down harder, add more pressure, push the man’s limits until he submitted. After though, Ren would be a blissful little puppy lap dog, happy to curl up against Doc’s side and Doc could even sneak in some ear pets. His dirty secret. He couldn’t resist those soft ears, it was soothing to run his fingers through the ever so fluffy fur. Something Doc loved doing and it made the spacey Ren grumble happy against him, his tail flicking back and forth betraying his happiness but Doc figured Ren wouldn’t like him doing it when he wasn’t recovering. Ren barely tolerated having his tail out much less having it touched. Never mind his ears.

Doc wasn’t that surprised when he saw Ren walking around the place growling to himself. He gave him the look and spread his legs, expecting him to settle in for a nice sloppy suck while Doc worked like normal. Doc had gotten better at balancing his own projects and dealing with Ren’s needs. But it was a struggle. Doc was finding his new theories about Ren a lot more interesting than sketching storage builds. So this was the best of both worlds, Doc might have had to go back over his designs after because they quickly became scribbles as he lost his train of thought, only thinking about how good Ren’s mouth was working him but he was trying. That counted.

Doc looked again to see Ren still fuming and stamping around when he got to the end of the page. Doc coughed wondering if the man was being stupid. Doc was trying to concentrate and Ren was making it difficult with his stomping. If Ren didn’t want to do a play session, that was up to him but he could go sulk on his bunk or something. It wasn’t fair to Doc to have to put up with the man so bitchy. Doc growled as he got up. "What is your problem?" Doc demanded, the system was working previously. Why was Ren not doing what he was supposed to? They had a system for a reason! Ren! Ren got worked up. Doc helped him down. They moved on after a little reassurance and health check on the sofa. It worked, so why was Ren being like this… unless it was more of his testing? Or did Ren know that he would be resistant and all that was Ren preparing Doc for it?

Ren snarled and snapped at him. "Fuck you man." He growled. Doc raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Ren was in a full mood, which was rare. The daily sessions had helped and Doc hadn’t seen him this bad in a long while. He could see Ren was chewing at his lower lip, it was already red and swollen from the man’s gnawing. Ren was going to do some serious damage at this rate. Doc felt the need to step in. Help Ren before he hurt himself more.

"Stop being stupid and get what you need." Doc told him as he backed him against the fridge, undoing his trousers. It was simple. Ren didn’t want to help himself so Doc was going to do it for him. He knew what worked best for when Ren was this far gone, this… unsettled. It was dangerous to let Ren continue like this. The next step from lip chewing was tail and wrist chewing. Doc hadn’t seen Ren go past that stage yet but he had a feeling he really didn’t want to. Ren had some pretty sharp teeth.

"Fuck off dude!" Ren snarled, still being silly. Doc watched him as Ren twitched, eyes darting to Doc’s snaking length. Doc gave himself a couple strokes, working himself up to full hardness. He shot a quick look at the beaded curtain and quietly groaned. Doc flushed, knowing his luck, this was exactly the moment that Renbob was going to come out and catch the pair. Somehow he didn’t think martial arts would fly as an excuse not with Doc’s cock squirming in his fist eager.

Doc had enough of the silliness and reached out to grab Ren's wrists. He didn’t know how much time they had undisturbed, not with Ren snarling at him like a feral beast."We both know what you fucking need dude, just fucking take it." He yanked Ren down trapping him against the metal and his legs. He put his hands on his head and forced it back, it was petty to enjoy the whimper Ren gave as his head met the fridge. But he wasn’t fighting him… not properly, Doc knew how much damage Ren could do between his claws and fangs if he wanted to.

Doc pressed his cock into his mouth quickly and roughly. He let out a gasp even as Ren looked up at him with defiant eyes. Ren’s mouth was hot and wet even if the man wasn't sucking. Fine. It wouldn't be the first time he had to force a misbehaving dog into taking his medicine. Doc usually waited until Ren got limp and floppy before taking over but it seemed like he was going to have to do the work. Good thing that Doc wasn’t afraid of hard work.

Doc grunted as he pressed deeper into Ren’s mouth, feeling himself rock into Ren’s throat in quick jabs. Doc wasn’t usually so rough but after everything that Ren had put him through, Doc reckoned the man deserved it. He was not above being petty, punishing the man making him gag and splutter. Doc had to admit it felt really good, Ren’s gagging and spluttering was making it better. Slicker as Ren’s mouth was filled with Doc’s precum and his own saliva. The little chokes was making his mouth pretty much milk his length.

He growled lowly as Ren pawed at his thighs, the blunt claws catching in the fabric of his trousers. Doc snapped his hips harder. "Oh no, Ren you deserve this, being a little bitch. If that is the way you are going to be, it is how I am going to treat you." He panted as he reached down to squeeze Ren's throat, feeling the man groan around his length as he tightened his grip. Doc’s hips stuttered as he realised as he could feel his hand. Doc wanted to explore it but he forced himself to remember this was for Ren. As much as he enjoyed it, it was for Ren and not him. Doc made himself focus on the dog hybrid.

All it took was a few squeezes before the hybrid dropped his hands back to his thighs, letting Doc fuck his mouth."See Doc knows best. You needed this." He grumbled as the man's eyes drooped, the angry energy leaving him at last. Doc released his throat and pushed a hand to his hair, stroking him as he felt the soft suckles from Ren. "Good Ren." He grumbled as he slowed down and let himself enjoy his mouth, feeling the heat wash through him as he got closer. He groaned as he secreted in his mouth, feeling Ren swallow it down. "Your medicine from your Doc." He couldn't help but chuckle, feeling better now Ren had calmed down.

Doc carefully cleaned Ren up and pulled him close on the sofa, wrapping them up in a blanket as he petted the almost dozing man. Now he had chance to process what had gone on, Doc froze. He had pushed Ren past any limits they had set before. He had broken his first damn rule even. He stared in horror at the man, seeing him properly, seeing him as his friend, he had just forced him to do that. It was so easy to get lost in the moment, and justify his behaviour as helping him but Doc cringed hard as he realised he did hold Ren down and forced him to suck him off.

Doc waited until Ren was back from the dazed dozing he would sink into after a session. Doc couldn’t stop nervously wringing his hands expecting Ren to blow up or yell or scream for Renbob or call Xisuma and report him but instead Ren shuffled against Doc’s side and rested his head against his shoulder, his voice a little hoarse. "Look, dude, I know I get in moods and sorry you had to uh force me out of it. If I get like that again... please just help me again like it. Trust me. It is so so much worse being like that." Ren quietly admitted.

Doc just nodded, bringing his hand up to pet Ren’s ears. He really had to go through his rules again and reevaluate what was going on.

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Doc had spent the night working out his new rules. He had to rewrite everything several times as new ideas, possibilities and issues came up. He reread through it more times than he could keep track of. He had to get this right. It was to keep his sanity and to keep Ren’s too it seemed. They both were spiralling. But the thing between them was helping them both in a way. Doc had a focus, a purpose and Ren got some sort of release or something from it. The whole getting off on it, was good but it felt better to help Ren, and get something to focus on.

Doc just needed to set the parameters. He didn’t like making it up. He wasn’t someone who didn’t like a plan. He was a bit of a control freak. Thankfully this thing they had, Ren was happy to let Doc to be in charge and guide him through it even though sometimes Ren played like he wasn’t happy too. Doc carefully printed out everything in his neatest handwriting onto some paper he found. He placed the papers to the side and drank shitty coffee until Ren stumbled out of his bunk.

Doc could have phrased it better, or at least waited for Ren to wake up or at least had a cup of coffee in him. “We need to talk.” Doc stated, hand on his pile of paper, blunt claws drumming against it, betraying his nervousness. He didn’t know how Ren was going to take it, but he needed to make sure they both understood the rules. He also wanted some input from Ren. Ren might not know his boundaries but he could help him make informed decisions.

Doc didn’t expect Ren to break out into full on tears, sinking to his knees and shuffling towards him, desperately nuzzling at his crotch. Doc was startled and froze from the outburst. Ren pretty much wailed. “Please, sorry what I did sorry. I will be good. Please anything you want. I…” He begged, hands going to Doc’s trouser zip. “Please don’t stop helping me.”

Doc snapped out of it to grab Ren’s wrists pulling him up and into his lap. He held him as Ren sobbed into his shoulder. Even like this, Ren was rocking his hips, trying so hard to get Doc interested. “Ren. Shhh.” He tried, stroking his back. “Shhh baby.” The soft endearment seemed to have worked, Ren slumped into his grasp, boneless and still silently sobbing. “I don’t want to stop helping you.” Doc whispered, feeling the man’s relieved noises.

Ren pulled away enough to look at him, eyes wet with unshed tears. His lower lip was trembling still. Doc had no idea where the idea of kissing him came from but the idea of how soft his lips looked, how he would taste of tears came to mind. Doc slowly brought his hand up to stroke a fluffy ear. Ren leaned into his touch, eyes closing, looking so grateful that it hurt Doc almost. Ren finally spoke. “Good. I need you Doc.” He whispered before his lower lip trembled and a fat tear rolled down his cheek. “I didn’t expect it to take this long… Being trapped.” He whispered. “It is like… before.”

Doc felt like something hurt inside of him, as he watched that tear fall onto his lab coat. He pulled Ren into a tight hug. He could smell the man’s distress, thick and bitter. He had no idea what the happy go lucky hybrid was dealing with but it was obviously too much for the man. Doc was so glad he accepted the ride over now. He had no idea what state Ren would be like if he wasn’t here, helping him. “I… Sorry man. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He told him softly. “I wanted to tell you that we should talk about how I can help you properly. And the rules?”

Ren pulled away, sniffing and let go of Doc’s neck to swipe at his eyes. “Rules?” He asked softly, calming down but still remaining in Doc’s lap. Doc didn’t mind. Ren wasn’t heavy. He was warm and solid and it let Doc keep an eye on him a little better. He could feel his body tense and relax as Ren ran through his emotions.

Doc nodded. “Rules. I had a few before but… recently I realised we should have some more. To keep us… healthy and safe.” He told him cringing a little about how it sounded. He petted his ears a little harder, letting the soft fluff running between his fingers calm him down. Doc tried to remember if he put something about being able to stroke Ren’s ears in his rules or not. He should have. If he wasn’t such a decent guy, he should have put a rule in about how he needed to touch his ears to do temperature tests or something. But instead he didn’t. Ren didn’t look like he minded the touch right now. Maybe it was by person basis? He had been basing the no touch rule on the fact he had seen Ren almost bite someone who ‘helped’ him take off a helmet and used it an excuse to touch his ears.

Ren shifted to rest his head against Doc’s shoulder, tucking his face against his neck and relaxed slowly. “Sounds good actually. I… I know it isn’t normal my dude. You having to help me. I really am grateful.” He whispered softly. “What where you thinking?” He asked curiously.

Doc used his free hand to grab the paper pile, keeping his other hand softly running over his ears. “Just some basic stuff. You know what works best. No feet pins.” Doc teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood a little. It worked, judging by the small smile Ren gave him.

Ren huffed. “I mean you can’t blame me bro. No one wants Doc foot juice all up in their fur! I thought I would have to shave it to get it all out. You have one stanky pair of feet my man.” He giggled, sounding like his usual self. “Yeah deffo. Rule one. Your feet don’t come near me.” He insisted.

Doc nodded. “Yeah and there is some other things too like. We should find a better way to set your boundaries in a session…” Doc paused trying to verbalise the next bit without sounding odd. “Sometimes you say no, but you don’t mean no? I need a way to know that no is a no?” He tried to explain and figured he failed.

To his surprise Ren nodded. “Yeah my dude. We need a safe word!” He told him, tail wagging happily. Doc watched it flicker back and forth before thinking to himself if it was softer than his ears? What would it feel like to run his hands down it. Ren looked like he might enjoy it too. Doc blushed and forced himself to concentrate on what Ren was saying.

“A word to keep you safe?” Doc tried to figure out what Ren was saying. “Yes I suppose you could call it a safe word.” He hummed. “What should we use? It would have to be a word we wouldn’t use in play sessions.” He tried to think of words. “It would have to be obvious and easy to say…”

“Diorite?” Ren suggested quickly. “It isn’t just the ugliest block in the world, but also a safe word. Might as well get some use out of it.” He gave him a cheeky grin. “Other than using it to annoy Iskall.”

Doc nodded. “Diorite it is. Our safe word.” He felt so much better now and pulled Ren into a hug, feeling relieved they actually talked about this. He began reading out the rest of his rules, letting Ren change a few things but mostly they agreed it was a good basis.

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Doc had the rules. He had them. The first rule wasn’t changed so why was he like this now. He shifted as he watched Ren working away on his own base plans. He was busy drawing initial sketches and working with block pallets for three days now. He had been stable and working well and while Doc was happy for the man. Doc’s cock wasn’t so happy. He had gotten use to getting off regularly and now, he was having a dry spell, his body didn’t understand.

Doc tried to focus on his own work but couldn’t. It wasn’t just his cock. He found his hands twitching as he looked over at Ren working blissfully away. He had no more data to add to his documents and he could feel the boredom settling in his brain, more eroding his brain actually. He shifted as he tried to refocus on his own work. He managed to get a few lines in before he lifted his head to stare at Ren. Maybe there was something he could document. Under social? He had been expanding the categories to cover more as he gathered more data.

Ren was sketching now, lying on the sofa, on his stomach, tail swishing back and forth. He was lying with his feet in the air, bare foot and kicking them up and down. Doc never had noticed that Ren had fluffy feet, the claws on them longer and the pads of his feet look leathery. He wondered if the shoes he wore hurt? They weren’t designed for his canine like feet and he could see red patches of skin where they must have rubbed. He felt something inside of him twitch. Ren was hurt. Even if it was his shoes just rubbing him, Doc didn’t like the thought. Maybe he could try making Ren something?

He realised that he had data now and found himself adding it to the file. He wondered if he could get measurements or something. It wouldn’t be that hard to design something? He could understand why Renbob went around in flip flops now. Flip flops wouldn’t work for Ren though… He worked with machinery, mining and wood. He had to get some protection in, maybe steel caps? Would he need more arch support? Now he looked at him properly, he could see how his feet was different shaped, longer arches and toe pads more spread out.

Doc was busy designing Ren’s shoes in his head when Ren spoke up. “Doc, do you got a foot fetish?” Ren asked lowly, sounding amused. “You been staring your boy’s feet here for a while?” He teased and flexed his toes at Doc. “You wanna get busy with my arches? Down and nasty with my heels?” Ren asked giving him a strange look. It wasn’t one he had received before. It was a mix of amused and excited and something new? Doc immediately categorised it the best he could with his limited data before he stored it in his files for later cross references and pondering.

Doc flushed red as he went over his words in his head working out what he meant. “No bro! I was thinking about your shoe issue man!” He immediately tried to explain. “I wanted to know what sort of lift and support you would need? Do you walk toe first or heel?” He quickly asked, figuring he might get some answers. He had his files open, ready to take notes.

Ren rolled over and gave Doc such an amused look. “It is okay dude. If you wanna cum over my toe pads, it is okay. Good to know every bit of me is sexy.” He gave him a wink and Doc made a choking noise. Ren shifted to press a bare foot against Doc’s thigh and Doc’s needy cock sprung back into life, aching hard as he felt Ren dig his toe claws into his thigh. The mixture of pain and pleasure washed through him and Doc grabbed his ankle.

Doc squeezed lightly, rubbing at the fur of his ankle, admiring how soft he was, fluffy and warm as he held his foot down. “All of you is sexy.” He commented, absent-mindedly. He used his other hand to brush up his sole, feeling Ren try to pull away from the tickling touch. He could feel the tightness and tension in the muscles. He dug his thumb in, running along his musculature feeling the delicate bones under his fingers. “Shhh… Let me…” He told Ren who made soft moans as he explored.

Ren, of course didn’t listen and moved his foot against his crotch, making Doc hiss as his aching length pressed against his foot. “Hmmmhmm…. No foot kink, you claim. Yet you are rock hard against me Doc… Now I ain’t no science man but I reckon, you are guilty as charged?” He purred and flexed his toes, giving him a squeeze and making Doc gasp in pleasure.

Doc growled lowly and grabbed his other ankle. He stood up and carefully lifted Ren’s legs up, watching the man’s face go red as he held his lower body up. “That is not science.” Doc told him. “I am hard because you been busy for 78 hours and 22 minutes… 23 minutes actually now.” He commented lightly as he looked at the sprawled out man. “I have gotten used to blowing my load into your mouth.” He told him.

Ren turned a deep red as he looked up at Doc. Doc couldn’t help but grin back, feeling like he had gotten the control back in this. He felt so good as he watched Ren become all flushed. Doc just had to be in charge and win. This was no different. He could see that undefined look on Ren’s face again but stronger. Ren licked his lips in a way that made Doc ache. “Have I been a bad, bad puppy? Leaving you all hard Doc?” He asked lowly before pushing him. “Oh… I been winding you up with my sexy sexy feet?”

Doc snarled, feeling like Ren was trying to win this game of sorts. Doc put his legs down before pulling Ren over a sofa arm. He pinned him easily, holding him down with just one hand as he brought the other down on Ren’s behind. Ren froze the second his hand came down with a loud smack. Ren let out a soft cry. Doc chuckled. “You been teasing me with that naughty mouth of yours. You are a very naughty puppy indeed. Naughty pups need to get punished.”

Once again he found it was so easy to sink into the session. Now they had the safe word, Doc could relax a little. He was safe. If Ren didn’t want something, he could say! It gave Doc the confidence to bring his hand down again and again. He could feel his cock ache with every smack he gave Ren. Ren was taking each one so well, holding himself still to take every blow so good. He counted to ten before he realised he didn’t know how much damage he was doing. He blamed his need to check as he pushed down Ren’s trousers and pants.

Ren didn’t stop him and lay over the sofa arm, baring all. Doc saw how his cheeks were red from the spanking and Doc rubbed a hand over them making Ren buck with a gasp, pulling away from the sofa arm, showing how Ren was aching hard, his cock jutting proudly, dripping. Ren stilled for a second before Doc continued to stroke his heated cheeks. “It is okay Puppy.” Doc whispered as he felt the soft warm flesh under his fingertips. “We are blowing off steam.” He whispered before moving behind him.

Doc settled behind him, kneeling on the sofa and pulled Ren back hissing as his aching cock still in his trousers nestled against Ren’s behind. Ren panted loudly as he rolled his hips, rubbing against him. Doc growled pleased. “Fuck, just like that Puppy.” He gasped and bucked against the man. He couldn’t stop the build up he was feeling. He could see Ren was grinding his own cock against the sofa arm while rubbing back against Doc.

Doc let out a hoarse noise as he came with a grunt. He pressed hard against Ren as he rode the sweet pleasure. Ren managed to get a hand around his own length and stroked himself a few times before he came with a cry.

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Doc lay on the sofa with a dozing Ren curled up on his chest. He stroked down Ren’s head and neck, before bringing his fingers up to rub at the ever so soft ear base, which made Ren nuzzle closer to him making soft sleepy pleased noises. The soft sounds made his chest hurt as he watched the man doze so peacefully. Doc had found himself monitoring the man’s sleeping habits noticing that if Ren slept poorly or fitfully, then he would struggle so much more in the following days. He had started a new section in his files about Ren’s sleeping habits. He broke down length, depth, timing and more. He had tested some basic theories, noticing that after a session Ren would need at least a nap but even then it was fitful, the man was prone to nightmares.

Doc wrapped an arm around Ren’s waist, feeling the man settle back down into a deeper sleep as Doc grumbled happily back. “Shhh, I got you Ren.” He told him ever so quietly. “You are safe.” Doc didn’t know if Ren could hear him or not but the soft smile that came over Ren’s face let him know that maybe his reassurances was heard. Doc did wonder what the hybrid had nightmares over, the pained whimpers and leg twitches while asleep and the dead eyed haunted look Ren got after he woke up told him that it was likely bad. Some sleep times, there wasn’t really nights while travelling through space, just times marked for sleeping time or awake time, he found himself, lying in his bunk, listening to Ren below in case he cried out in his sleep. Then Doc would climb down and pet Ren if he caught him early, until Ren fell back asleep or sit up with him on the sofa, until Ren fell asleep against him. Doc would be unable to sleep himself as he tried to be there for the man, staying awake in case Ren needed him. He didn’t want Ren suffering.

Doc had found himself finding excuses to keep Ren near him while he slept. It was easy after a session. Doc would hold onto the boneless, blissed out man and let Ren sleep on him for a while. The touch and petting seemingly helping the poor hybrid relax and get some sleep. Doc would eventually drift off himself, letting Ren’s reassuring weight, heat and heart beat pull Doc under to sleep as well. He usually woke up with Ren awake but still perched on him, his tail flickering back and forth in contentedness. Just like now.

Doc smiled up at him. “Morning.” He found himself quietly greeting. “How you feeling?” He checked and moved his hand up to gently stroke an ear. He could feel his fingers tremble a little as he touched him. If Ren didn’t want it, he could use the word and tap out. He stroked his ear base, flushing bright red. It wasn’t during or after a session. He was touching him because he wanted to, because it made him feel good. Doc was pretty sure that Ren could feel his racing heart. Damn it… he should have just fucked his mouth and touched his ears during it. It wouldn’t be weird then.

Ren’s tail flickered faster, swishing back and forth. “Good my dude. You are a good friend my man.” He whispered sounded pretty blissed out and pushed his head into Doc’s scritching fingers. “Just there, yeah?” He asked quietly.

Doc followed his guidance and pressed his finger tips into the soft fur, rubbing at the base watching Ren close his eyes in pleasure. “Is that good… Puppy?” Doc asked quietly, still feeling pretty unsure as he petted the man. He had to ask. Again, they were going outside the rules and Doc wasn’t certain if this was acceptable between friends. He was pretty sure if he tried to do this to Bdubs, he was likely to have the man bite his fingers and latch on like a mossy silver fish. Even as a human, somehow Bdubs just seemed more feral than the average hybrid but to be fair most hybrids made themselves seem more human than they felt to fit in.

Ren opened his eyes and let out a little soft woof. It was the first time Doc had heard him make that vocalisation and it was adorable. His heart thudded hard in his chest, as he cursed himself for not recording it. It was simply too adorable. He wanted to add a new section to his files and see if he could get recordings of all Ren’s vocalisations. Doc turned red as he remembered a few… private vocalisations he wanted to get. He could record all of it actually and study it later… for reasons. He found his face heating up as he thought about that. He would have to encrypt his files and hide them deep into his code, so no one had a chance to even know they exist, much less look at them. Ren broke into his mental flailing with another soft woof. Ren seemingly remembered his words and groaned lowly. “Yes… Doc, it is good.” He groaned, sounding so blissed out.

Doc felt his face got hotter. “Yeah? Good…” He found himself mumbling, not sure what to say. He felt silent, his go to when he was lost in a situation. Thankfully Ren just seemed happy to lie there and be petted. He pressed his face against Doc’s chest and quietly grumbled to himself as Doc’s fingers massaged his ear base.

Doc froze when he heard the dreaded beaded curtain rattle and was hit with a waft of the ‘special medicinal’ cigarettes that Renbob used to ‘mellow his mind’. Doc always thought it was a stupid excuse, if the man wanted to smoke weed, he should just do so and not make up bullshit reasons. But then Doc looked down at Ren, Ren who was struggling with a very unmellowed mind and Doc felt shame hit him. Renbob might be the same as Ren… The same worries, the same unease, the same stresses and Doc had just dismissed the man’s coping mechanism as a stupid excuse to get high all the time. He was functional enough to fly an RV through space so he must not be that fried. Likely just enough to take the sharpness away from his thoughts. Was he really going to judge a man trying to find a safe way to function? He had seen the affects of it first hand, when the hybrid side breaks a little, stealing their mental peace.

Doc cringed even more so, as he heard flip flopped feet approach. He realised that Renbob was going to see them basically snuggling on the sofa. He paused his petting hoping not to bring attention to it, hoping Renbob would grab what he needed and go back to the cab and leave them to it. Only the lack of petting seemed to pull Ren out of his daze and the man whimpered loudly. Doc couldn’t stop himself from grumbling at Ren, trying to sooth him and quickly stroked his ear again. He sighed in relief when Ren relaxed again against him, tail wagging before he fell back asleep.

Doc didn’t dare look up, he knew that Renbob was watching. He didn’t want to see the man’s expression or worse, invite conversation. He knew it was odd. Off. Wrong in a way. He didn’t care as long as Ren was safe, healthy and happy. The hippy could go fuck himself on his bong. Doc could feel something flutter in his chest, something sickening, something dark flaring up. He tightened his grip on Ren as if trying to shield him from his family of all people. Let Renbob judge Doc… Leave Ren alone.

The bead curtain rattled and Doc let out a relieved breath until he heard Renbob pause and whisper. “Like thanks my dude. He needed you.” Then blessed silence before what sounded like a bong rip.

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Doc couldn’t sleep again. He didn’t have to look at his internal measurements but he did just to confirm it. He was sleeping on average 3 hours a night. It was not optimal. It was not easy managing Ren’s needs when he was running so low himself. He lay back in his bunk trying to figure out what he was going to do. He still kept an ear on Ren. Ren was snoring softly but he might need him at some point so Doc listened out intently. Doc wished the beds were lower so he could reach down and brush a hand over Ren, pretending he was asleep or something.

He wondered if he could climb down and pull Ren close, feel the reassuring thump of his sleeping heart beat, the soft snuffles he did, the sleepy snuggles the man gave him. Ren seemed to love burying his face against Doc’s chest so much to sleep, Doc would worry the man was going to suffocate in his pectoral muscles but so far apart from a set of drool wet man titties, the pair had come out unscathed.

Doc blamed his sleep deprived brain for the thoughts that followed. What if there was one bed? One Ren would have to share with him. One that let him be close to Ren. One that let him stroke thos… check his heat beat and sleep delta waves. He couldn’t help but enjoy the idea instead of dismissing it like some of his usual bad ideas. He couldn’t shake it. He would be able to sleep then. He could curl up around his Ren… around Ren and sleep. The idea was getting more and more attractive. He could only think of the warm weight of Ren, pulling him under to sleep. He get out a grumble as he realised he now had to lie here, Ren-less while thinking about Ren. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep and failed.

Eventually Ren woke up and headed to the shower. Doc was sure he was half mad from the sleep deprivation and found himself looking at Ren’s hateful bunk after climbing out of his bed, unable to pretend to be sleeping for any longer. He didn’t know what he could do. He wanted to get rid of it. He turned his head listening to the shower run and at the beaded curtain. He was alone but that could easily change. If he was going to listen to his bad idea, he would have to do something soon. He looked at his trembling hands and clenched them. He hissed unsure. He wasn’t certain why he was so caught up. He just needed sleep. To chase the bad ideas away but he needed Ren to sleep. So why was he hesitating?

Doc found himself breathing hard as he pulled Ren’s mattress up and stared at the wooden slats. He reached out, feeling the cheap rough plywood under his hands. He could feel the splinters bury into his hands as he tightened his grip. He swallowed and closed his eyes for a second. Was he really going to do this? Doc asked himself as he had a moment where he could see himself. Here, the great GOAT father DocM77 brought down to breaking a bed because he wanted to snuggle with his friend. Because he was scared the man would have a nightmare. He was getting pathetic. The RV was messing with him. He quietly promised himself that he would get some whiskey in the next fuel stop. He was certain he heard Renbob telling Ren that they would make a stop soon. He deserved it. Nay, he needed the drink. The burn would do him some good and maybe it would let him sleep.

Doc let out a little pained whine as conflicting emotions washed through him as he took a deep breath. He tightened his grip and he was amazed and concerned how easy the wood snapped under his hands. The wood broke quietly, which made him feel a little bit better in the oddest way. He was a heavy guy and only a dozen of these weak cheap slats was keeping him from crushing Ren slumbering below. Apparently it was safer if they did sleep together. No chance of Doc come crashing down on Ren in his sleep. Doc moved to the next slat and with a flex of muscle, it too came apart. He found himself growling softly as he snapped most of the slats before laying them back into place, making sure they line up before he put the mattress back. He nodded his head. Apparently he was going to do this.

He busied himself making breakfast as Ren came out the shower, still wet and dripping even though he was clothed. Doc rolled his eyes. The man might be soft and fluffy and good to cuddle, but he could be annoying. Like now. Ren was dripping all over the floor and was soaking through his clothes. Doc huffed, knowing the place was going to smell of wet dog for a while. It wasn’t as if they could air the place out. He brought over the eggs and toast and set three in front of Ren and gave him the sternest look he could. “You missed dinner.” He reminded him. “You are going to finish all that up.” He grumbled.

Ren gave him such a cheeky smile. “Yes my dude.” Doc judged that the man must have been hungry after all, because his tail flickered back and forth in his relaxed pleased way four. Doc added it to the ongoing tally and metrics. Ren had been happier this week. He had been working on his base plans and Doc could see the fur was growing back on his tail but there was still some wear on his wrists. He made a mental note to see if he could maybe wrap them or something to stop Ren’s gnawing. He already had a new file open with initial ideas and plans.

Doc settled down to eat his own breakfast, watching the man, making sure he ate his food properly. He pointedly poured Ren a glass of orange juice and grumbled pleased when the man sighed before drinking it down. Doc chuckled. “I promised X I would get you to the next world safe. I can’t do that if you die of scurvy on the way there.” He teased.

Ren rolled his eyes. “I thought we had a system for me to get my nutrients.” He teased before winking and licking his lips slowly. Doc watched as he had that uncategorised expression again. It looked good on him, a little hungry, a little excited… Doc added some notes to the unknown section. He had started a theory section after realising he had so many questions. He was slowly getting answers but it was hard to figure things out, with so little sleep.

“You need to live on more than protein.” Doc reminded him. “Although come to think about it… semen does contain vitamin C, B12, ascorbic acid, calcium, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, zinc, potassium, sodium and fat but in such small amounts that it doesn’t actually help you.” Doc listed off having looked it up curiously. He had no idea when he downloaded the fact from but he was glad to have it. Doc guessed he had downloaded it during the medical information binge he had been on. He wanted to work out Ren’s healthy normal baseline and been trying to figure it from what he knew and could find out about humans and canines.

Ren pouted playfully before winking. “So the issue is the amount? Sounds like a challenge Doc.” He teased.

Doc rolled his eyes. “Eat your eggs Rendog, you can have my semen as a little treat later if you are good.” He teased back, mostly.

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Doc had pretended to be busy working on his base plan sketches, but found himself doodling Rendog laughing at him. Doc grumbled as his stupid pencil didn’t capture the pure joy in Ren’s face as he laughed. Ren was often giggling to himself, always so amused with life but real laughter, loud barking laughter? That was rare for the man. Doc maybe heard him make it a couple of times in all the years they worked together. But Doc had said something earlier, he didn’t remember what exactly but it must had hit Ren’s funny spot because the man broke out into full laughter, and he was beautiful in his mirth. Doc had felt the proud warmth in his chest as he watched the man laugh so freely. Now, he tried to capture the man from his memory and failed but he didn’t blame himself, how could simple tools capture Ren normally, nevermind Ren when he is full of life and happiness.

Doc watched as Ren approached his bunk and held his breath. Doc could stop this. He could tell Ren just what he did but then he would have to explain what he did and why. He felt a fluttering sickness wash through him. He could feel his mouth go dry, a pressure settle into his throat, stopping him from being able to speak. He watched Ren helplessly as the man flopped back on his bed in that annoying way of his. At least Doc wasn’t trying to sleep on top this time being rattled by the force of Ren colliding with the bed.

Doc’s guilt wasn’t enough to stop him from recording and documenting the yelp that escaped Ren as he fell through his bed as the broken slats shifted. The sight of the man half stuck into his bed, with his feet in the air, and him desperately clawing for grip on the bedding was pretty hilarious until Doc heard a pained yelp as Ren struggled, and it snapped Doc out of his frozen state. Doc rushed over, concerned. He didn’t intend for Ren to hurt himself! New guilt washed through him. Doc could feel pure stress as he stared at Ren in the broken mess of his bed. “Ren!” He called out and reached for the man.

Ren winced as he clung to Doc’s arm and used him as an anchor to pull himself up. The man looked embarrassed, stressed and pained. His ears was pinned back and he kept growling under his breath. “Oh man, mama dog always told me that this would happen, but I ain’t been bouncing on my bed man.” He glumly told Doc before looking at the broken bed with a pained sigh. He reached back and rubbed his back groaning. “Oh man where am I going to sleep? The sofa?” Ren looked over at it, taking in the sagging frame and threadbare cushions. “My back…” Ren whined lowly before shooting Doc a look that he couldn’t categorise. It was a strange mix of amusement, thinking and planning and maybe some mischief thrown in. He dutifully added to the ‘No idea’ section for later pondering. His favourite past time to do when he couldn’t sleep.

Doc shifted, feeling a little proud his plan worked, even though Ren got a little spooked and he had to break a bed. He looked away and flushed. “Well… I could see if I could combine our beds into something… well we both could fit?” He suggested lightly. “I mean we do nap together on the sofa often.” He tried to be all casual about it. “You know… Uh until we can find a replacement or something.” He finished weakly, knowing that he wasn’t planning on ever mentioning Ren being anywhere except next to him in bed. Doc was trying to desperately not turn red or fidget, feeling Ren’s eyes on him. He held his breath, silently begging Ren to just accept it. That he shouldn’t question how all the slats failed at once in such a similar way.

Ren thankfully seemingly heard him and nodded. “Thanks Doc, what would I do without you?” He asked and stood on his toe tips to brush a kiss to Doc’s cheek. Doc was pretty sure his entire face was on fire as Ren swished out the room, towards the bathroom. Doc shakingly brought up his hand to touch the tingling spot. He didn’t know why but it felt really good, like scarily good. Ren acknowledging that Doc helped him so much and then the innocent little kiss. Doc forced himself to put his hand down before he was lost in the day dream of maybe more kisses. He had a job to do and a bed to make. Maybe he could earn another kiss like that.

Doc carefully shook out all the blankets before deciding to just replace them. He didn’t want any more splinters. He put everything to the side and moved their mattresses. He assessed the bed and the frame, trying to figure out how he could combine them into something suitable. Thankfully and surprisingly Renbob had a full stocked tool kit. Some of it was better than his own. He even had specialist tool sets and home manufacturing kits in the storage section which made sense if he thought about. No recovery service if they got stranded in the middle of space after all. Doc felt some more respect for the hippy. He knew what he was doing and was being safe as he could. If he knew how to use most of this, the man deserved some respect from Doc. Doc selected what he needed, ignoring the fact he could probably build Ren his own bed with the spare materials tucked away with the tools. He quickly shut the compartment and headed to the sleeping quarters with his arms full.

He began dismantling the bed frame and paused as he saw something sticking out the edge of Ren’s bunk. In the far corner, it looked like there was a cubby hole cut into the wall just big enough to keep a hand held torch and some magazines. He thought at first they would be maybe something naughty but instead he found they were body building magazines. Doc even recognised the names, having pursued some of them when he was younger for work out tips and guidance. He was a firm believer in healthy mind, healthy body and still worked out now. Though recently in the RV he had been neglecting his work out routine. Mind you, keeping Ren down was a workout in itself. He chuckled as he flicked through them. They were a little old and worn so Doc guessed that Ren must have been planning on maybe starting to work out for a while now.

Maybe as a healthy way to burn off all that extra energy he had, though realising that made his stomach ache suddenly. Surely this wasn’t enough to stop Ren from needing him? Maybe it would help though. Doc put the magazines down so conflicted. He paused, his sleep deprived mind going over everything again. Ren would sleep next to him… Ren would still need him…. Ren would be working out… Ren might feel better. The last one sold it to him. If Ren wanted to learn to work out to help himself mentally, Doc should be encouraging him even if it meant Ren might not need him so much.

Doc jumped when Ren returned and the man obviously spotted his magazines. Doc grinned easily and tapped them, wondering why Ren was all shy and embarrassed. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone needs help once in a while. But if you want I could help you find a routine after all I used to body build when I was a young Doc.” He flexed a little, watching Ren go a dark red now.

Ren squirmed obviously shy about his body. Doc didn’t know why. The man was compact, lean muscle. “Uh yeah Doc my dude. I wanted to know how to become stronger?” He mumbled, ending it as a question instead of a statement. It was adorable how nervous Ren was all over this.

Doc nodded and grabbed his tools. “Sure, let me finish making our bed and then we can try?” He suggested wondering if Ren kicked a piece of the bed or something because the man just let out a yip.

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Doc hadn’t really planned a design as he worked on the beds. He knew it had to be big but not too big. He wanted Ren in his arm’s length, actually closer would be better. It would be easier to pet him if Ren had a nightmare and monitor his vitals and sleep patterns. He had some vague idea based on the den habits of wolves and dogs, seeing that Ren had liked the bottom bunk for a reason and the times Doc had saw Ren’s bedroom in his bases before, it was usually a small nook somewhere, filled with blankets. Doc didn’t really mind where he slept. A flat surface was optional. As a younger man, he had spent a year or so, sleeping on some extended pistons he grouped together when he was deep into a large redstone project he didn’t want to leave. In his opinion, it was the best bed he ever had, firm enough for his back and so easy to tidy up. But judging by the pile of blankets Ren had, Ren much preferred a soft bed so Doc got to work.

It was surprisingly easy in the end for Doc because half way through during his fumbling, trying to figure out just how to actually build the frame, Ren stepped in and quietly made some changes to what he was doing and it worked. Doc gave Ren a relieved grin and followed the man’s guidance. He should have known better. Ren was the master carpenter and wood worker here. To think of it, he was surprised that Ren hadn’t thought to just fix his own bed or build something new for him, Ren did have the skills, know how and experience. Doc wisely and selfishly kept his mouth shut, he really wanted Ren to share his bed. He designated himself as a tool boy and passed Ren the tools as he requested.

Doc quickly found that he could watch Ren work all day. The look of content concentration on his face, the smell of wood and pine clinging to his fur, the masterful way the man moved with confidence and experience, knowing exactly what he was doing and what it would do, even the way the man casually chatted to Doc, explaining the different joints and why he was doing what he was doing. Doc always knew he loved watching professionals at work, hoping to pick up a skill or trick or improve what he already knew, but Doc reckoned he could happily listen to Ren forever. The man was just so entertaining even when he was busy explaining wood rot. Screw redstone, Doc could spend his life passing Ren screwdrivers and earning that pleased smile Ren gave him.

Apparently all the talk about joints brought Renbob out in a haze of sweet smoke. He leaned heavily against the doorway and looked at the pair. He was certainly high judging by the red eyes and content expression. It took him a couple seconds to focus on the pair, his eyes hazy with drugs. It took him a couple seconds longer to think about opening his mouth. “Dudes….” He greeted them. “What happened?” He managed to focus on the bed but it looked like it took him a lot of effort.

Doc held back his usual sarcastic response, instead he took a moment to take the man in, seeing the dark smudges under his eyes and the flicking tail. It was too familiar, small distressed pose number 2. It wasn’t common for Ren but Doc still had it classified. He was glad he hadn’t just snapped at the man. He wasn’t doing well but looked like he was treating himself the best way he knew. Doc gave him a soft smile and lowered his voice knowing Ren got skittish around loud noises when he was like this. “The bed broke and we are fixing it.” He told the man, keeping his voice low and steady. “We are okay, don’t worry. I can make pancakes for dinner if you like?” He offered, knowing the man would get munchies after a smoke session. Doc did wonder how bad Renbob had been feeling to push himself so far into oblivion. He would have to check with Ren that the man wasn’t suffering too much, Doc could easily take over driving for a bit, give Renbob a break. He had offered before but Renbob apparently got travel sick if he wasn’t the one driving.

Renbob gave him a wide pleased smile. “Doc! My man, the legend!” He told him and shot him a double thumbs up. “I like totally love your pancakes, my dude. They are like nirvana in my mouth, man. I would love some, only if you feel up for it my man. You know if the vibes are down for it man. Like so much better than big industrial rubbish man.” He told Doc all serious. He swayed on the spot for a second as Renbob refocused on Ren. “Like if Ren, you know, you picked a good one, you should bring him to the pack…”

Whatever Renbob was going to say, Doc didn’t know because Ren dropped his tools with a yelp and hurried to Renbob. Ren was bright pink as he hissed at Renbob. “Okay! You can go back into the front now!” Ren looked back at Doc, shooting him a strange look then back to Renbob. “I will bring you your pancakes.” Ren offered quickly.

Renbob’s gaze sharpened on Ren’s face. Doc quickly busied himself with sorting the screwdrivers out in size order as the hippy whispered in Ren’s ear. Doc couldn’t help but overhear a few snippets of their rushed conversation but it made no sense. Doc felt his face go hot still as the hybrids had a rushed conversation about friends or ways to fix furniture, it didn’t make sense how they kept switching between talking about is something was bonding and mates. But it was Renbob and he was high so it was impressive that Ren could keep up at all much less hold a conversation with the man.

Doc eventually felt that familiar throbbing in his temples he usually got when he listened to Renbob so Doc turned to focus on the bed, trying to get the last pieces in place so maybe when the clock chimed sleep time they would have a bed to curl up on. He glanced over at the clock which was a strange thing, Renbob had set up at the start to help them cope with the lack of a regular sunrise and sunset. Instead of 12 hours, it had all 24 and they were marked out in 8 hour segments and they were approaching the sleep time segment. He eyed it up, feeling a low tense feeling in his stomach. Soon but not soon enough. He would have to make pancakes for dinner first. He busied himself with putting the mattresses down and their blankets. It was ugly and didn’t fit right but Ren would be close and he could help. That was all that mattered.

Finally Ren rejoined him and helped him bolt in the last pieces before the pair cautiously sat on it, making sure it would hold their weight. Doc grinned proudly at the bed. “Not exactly world breaking but I am proud of us.” He told Ren but froze as he watched the man test the bed by bouncing up and down. There was no bunk above him and Ren was taking full advantage of it. Doc grumbled lowly as he watched the giggling man move. Doc moved quickly and pinned Ren to the bed, settling over him. Doc felt red faced as he looked down at Ren, sprawled out in their bed, under him. He made a mental note to draw him like this.

Ren gave him that strange look again, maybe excited anticipation? “Oh no, it seems I have been a very naughty puppy.” He purred before he bounced again, grinding against Doc. Pancakes could wait... He had a puppy to correct first.

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Doc eventually got up and headed to the little kitchen area. He washed his hands and forearms thoroughly before starting to sort out the dry ingredients. He found himself heavily distracted by Ren sprawled out in their bed, watching him back. Doc couldn’t help but return the easy grin Ren had. He found himself making little flourishing gestures as he sifted and weighed everything out. He could feel Ren’s eyes on him as he flicked his wrist. He let out a giggle as Ren began to narrate his actions as he went. It was one of the things Doc loved about Ren. He was so creative and shameless in his pursuit of fun and happiness. If Ren could make someone laugh, he would. He couldn’t help but perform and he was always making Doc laugh. He couldn’t help it. Ren was just funny. Even if for some reason Doc didn’t like the talkative side of the man, the constant performing jester, being so made Ren happy and in return made Doc happy, as Doc loved seeing Ren happy.

“Here we have the fine Docm77 out of his natural habitat, the redstone workshop. Instead we see him in a rare environment the kitchen. Legends say that this rare hunk of a man survives solely off redstone powder and the souls of the unworthy who claim to be his enemy.” Ren purred, using a deep almost scholarly voice of a learned professor. “But actually he lives off both that and breakfast foods.” He intoned before joining in on the laughter. The man was as always beautiful in his mirth. Doc was tempted to dump the bowl to side and rejoin Ren in their bed and see if Doc could make Ren weak in other ways.

Doc managed to instead get some of the egg and milk powder mixed up though he had to focus on not just giggling or worse pinning the man down again and just stroke his ears for the entire night. “Ah! You found my secret. Yes I do eat souls.” He teased as he tried to remember his own recipe. Ren was just so distracting but in a good way. He watched him out of the corner of his eye, splayed out, content in their bed, tail wagging and watching him back. “Nothing tastes better with pancakes than crispy freshly fried souls of the weak.” Doc dead panned and relaxed as he saw Ren clutch his stomach with laughter. Doc was happy that Ren didn’t fear him or treat him with mistrust and he was safe enough to make these sorts of jokes with the man. Doc only could do so with a few select Hermits, ones that wouldn’t take him too seriously and get scared or worse like Bdubs, bombard him with questions with what wine paired with souls and if they were crunchy or not.

Ren eventually stopped laughing and rolled over before crawling towards Doc with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Doc felt his mouth go dry as he watched Ren on all fours, tail swishing approach, pausing to look up at him like it. Doc tightened his grip on the whisk, his hand wanted to rub those fluffy ears and tell Ren how good he was. He looked so perfect like this, all relaxed and happy. If Doc could keep him like this, he would. Ren just content, even though Doc could see signs of malcontent in the form of chewed fur patches on his wrists. Doc made a mental note to bump helping Ren out with that higher up his list to do. Ren gave him that strange look again, his voice low and husky. “Are you going to take my soul?” He asked looking up at him, that clever pink tongue flicking out and licking at those plush lips.

Doc had already came, not that long ago in fact, actually in said mouth but he felt his cock twitch in his trousers. He felt like he could go again, gently hold Ren’s jaw and feed his cock into that pretty mouth of his. He felt the urge to chuck pancake batter into the sink and just climb into bed with Ren and never leave. He wanted to blame the exhaustion washing through him but maybe it was just Ren? He didn’t know but he found himself moving closer to the bed, his voice strangely husky and eager sounding. “Maybe? I don’t know… I am sure a smart pretty thing like you could offer me something more than your soul. I am making pancakes already.” He suggested, unable to resist. Maybe Ren needed another play session, perhaps the hurried one they just did wasn’t enough? It was just a pin and grinding session, and Ren didn’t go boneless after? He did snuggle up but was pretty chatty and energetic afterwards. Doc needed more data on all this. He made quick notes on everything and shoved it under the unknown section as he didn’t want to get caught up with his data, not when Ren was looking at him like that.

Ren let out a low dirty sounding laugh. “Why Doc, I could definitely… taste your batter.” He offered with a cheeky wink. The simple expression stole Doc’s breath away. He never thought his weakness could be a facial expression but the wink made his chest tight and a slow curl of pleasure wash through him. Doc would have to test this so much further. He added it to his list of theories before focusing on Ren. Ren was slowly licking his lips in such an obscene way. The twitching in his trousers was quickly becoming a full on throbbing. “You want me to lick it from your spoon?” He asked, eyes lidded.

Doc let out a grumble about to answer when the beaded curtain rattled and Renbob stumbled in. The man swayed on the spot as he met Doc’s eyes with the most pathetic look on his face. “Like my man, please don’t ruin those pancakes for me.” He begged desperately. The man even brought his hands up in a begging gesture. “Like, you two can do anything but stop man.” He continued looking between the pair. Doc had never seen the man this distraught before. He genuinely looked traumatised. Apparently not from the pair helping each other but the pancake talk was enough to stress the man out to the point of this.

Doc turned bright red and turned to the kitchen sink, gruffly muttering his agreement and hiding his shame against the hard cabinets, leaving Ren to get his cousin back in the front again. Doc managed to focus enough to make the pancakes and shamefully passed a plate to Ren to take in, knowing he wouldn’t be able to look the hippy in the eyes for a while. Thankfully Ren, somehow, wasn’t as embarrassed as Doc was and took the hippy his pancakes.

Doc didn’t bother making himself any but insisted on Ren eating at least one which the man inhaled. He didn’t think Ren was that into pancakes but the way Ren pretty much swallowed dinner in 2 seconds was impressive even if Ren just wanted to curl back up in their bed. Maybe the man was finally getting tired. Doc took one look at Ren all snuggled up in their bed and dumped all the washing up in the sink, he could deal with it all tomorrow. There was a lonely looking Ren in his bed just begging for company. Not literally. Not with how they both got an embarrassing reminder, that they had little privacy. Doc already had plans in mind to make their bed and living space more sound proof. He never wanted a repeat of earlier. It was mortifying. The chance to buy whiskey couldn’t be closer. Doc had a strong feeling he was going to get two bottles. One to down, one to savour.

Doc climbed into bed and was promptly pinned to the mattress by Ren who shamelessly snuggled up, nosing his way across his chest to settle face first there. Doc sighed and stroked Ren’s head wondering if it was a residual animalistic behaviour from a nursing instinct? It would explain the nuzzling and whole sleeping better thing when he was face first on his chest. Ren might be soothed by Doc’s heart beat just like a pup with it’s mother. It was odd but so was they. Doc had been described as the GOAT father before but maternal? This was new. But if it helped Ren, so be it.

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Doc woke up to the most beautiful sight, Ren asleep perched on him, curled up and sleeping peacefully. Doc took the chance to really look at the man. It was rare to see Ren up close and still, the man was a ball of energy, darting about and bouncing around. He was the only person who Doc knew that could start a sentence and go through all the spectrum of emotions and expressions before he got to the end. It was adorable. Ren felt things. He experience them properly. Living for the moment and in the moment. There was no holding himself back. Unlike Doc who preferred to watch on the side lines, make his notes and observations. Although recently he had been drawn more into joining in things, particularly when Ren was involved. Doc just couldn’t help get excited along side the man. Ren’s energy for living life was addictive and contagious.

But right now Doc was enjoying the still man, the handsomeness, the softness. Doc did wonder how many people ever got to see Ren like this. Then the thought of others seeing Ren so… intimately made a sickness wash through him. He found himself slowly and carefully wrapping an arm around the man’s waist, holding him closer. He didn’t want to wake him up but holding him closer made Doc feel better. It reminded Doc that Ren was here with him. In his bed. In his arms. He was safe. He was Doc’s right now and in the darkness in the RV, in the stillness, in the quiet it felt like they were frozen in time, alone apart from each other. That this quiet moment would last forever. So Ren like this was Doc’s. Doc’s forever. The thoughts made something pleasant wash through him. Doc couldn’t resist slowly pressed his face against Ren’s head, burying his face and the content smile he wore against his soft furry ears. He found himself nuzzling him and letting the scent of Ren drag him back to sleep. He really needed it. Sleepy Doc had such silly feelings and actually gave into them. Maybe he would make sense after some more sleep.

Doc woke up a couple hours later to Ren still on him, but wide awake judging by the swishing tail and lazy smile. Ren yawned widely before climbing off Doc to stretch eager, leaning forwards and doing the classic dog position as he woke up properly. Doc had rolled onto his side to watch him curiously, documenting it all and adding it to his file. Ren looked better, the smudges under his eyes was lighter and he looked well rested. A quick check of himself confirmed that Doc was feeling much better. He had really needed some sleep and having Ren on him, was so much better. He made a mental note to purchase or make a weighted fur blanket, it would help him sleep when they finally got to the next world… although Doc was already making plans and formulating excuses to why Ren should just stay in Doc’s bed.

A quick glance at the clock confirmed what he knew. The pair had slept way past their allotted hours but it was okay. They didn’t have anything really planned today except a work out. They would need their energy for that. Doc had already planned a basic and easy high impact work out they could try out. He knew Ren was mostly upper body strength from logging but he was hoping to help him work out his entire body. Doc watched the man go through a few more stretches, curious to this new behaviour. Ren didn’t used to do it before? Maybe sleeping on Doc made him a little more cramped? He watched the man stretch some more arching towards him giving him that strange look again. Doc flushed a little as he noticed how good he looked like this. Doc reached out and ran his hand down Ren’s back feeling the muscles tense. “Morning Ren… getting your warm up in for our work out?” He asked curiously.

Ren turned bright red. “Oh yeah Doc. That was exactly what I was doing, honest.” He giggled and moved quickly to get up. He went from amused to uncertain. “Um Doc? Do I need to change?” He asked quietly. He tugged at his shirt looking about uncomfortable. “Or can I work out in my shirt?” Doc was a little confused. He expect questions about the work out or maybe if it would hurt or anything, but about clothing? He looked over at Ren taking in his outfit. He didn’t think Ren was so… fashion concerned? He did get a glow up a little earlier, a couple worlds ago but he wasn’t that bothered? He assumed Ren was like him, not caring about what they wore. They tend to just wear their outfits day and night in every occasion. They traveled light.

Doc tilted his head. “No, that should be okay? I mean you can fight and move well enough with those right?” He asked as he started to add to the unknown and theory section of Ren’s files. He would definitely have to spend some time pondering what was going on with his friend. He had some worries, which he really hoped was unfounded. He watched as his reply made Ren relax, letting out a deep breath and a smile appear on back on his face.

Ren didn’t take long to bounce back from his upset, quickly smiling and laughing again as the pair got up and made breakfast together. Doc grumbled about his laziness yesterday as he was confronted with a load of washing up he had to do first. His favourite pan still had pancake in it, which wouldn’t have gone down well with the omelette he was planning on making for them. They would need the protein after all. At least washing up was not much of a chore, not when Rendog joined him and dried up, singing along to the radio and doing a silly little dance as he helped Doc with the chores both times.

Doc headed to his personal chest as he dug out some of his work out gear. He really hoped it still fit. It would be embarrassing if he had let himself go that much. He headed into the bathroom to change, leaving Ren to finish the drying up. The man had gotten distracted and was making a ballad about the mugs. Doc changed into the Mindcrack tank top and shorts quickly, still listening to Ren sing. Doc paused as he took himself in the mirror, a little proud in the fact they still fit him. They were pretty tight but he still got it. He opened the door only to pause as he watched the man try to juggle said crockery. “Ren!” He admonished, rolling his eyes. They only had so many mugs and if Ren dropped them, it would be annoying having to share the only one until they could pick up some more at a fuel space station.

Of course, Doc spooked Ren and the mugs came tumbling down as the man turned to stare at him. The strange expression back even though a mug landed on Ren’s foot. The man didn’t react to that, too busy staring at Doc. Doc folded his arms, which made Ren made a noise Doc didn’t understand. He rolled his eyes. Maybe he was confused about his tank top? He shrugged after a moment. “Yeah I used to be part of Mind Crack? It is an old tank top? I am going to be getting all sweaty… Why are you shoving your head under the cold water tap?” Doc had to ask confused to what Ren was doing.

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Doc waited for Ren to sort himself out. He had no idea why Ren shoved his head under the cold water but it was pretty funny to see Ren with his fur all messy. He walked over to brush a soggy ear. “You okay there?” He asked softly, his thumb running down a cold wet ear. “Oh look at you, such a sad little puppy. All soggy.” He couldn’t help but softly tell him, looking down at Ren. He looked a little pathetic like this, all down trodden and helpless. It made something dark flare through him again, a tight coil of hot emotions that he couldn’t figure out. It was something strong towards Ren… Protectiveness? That was the closest he could think it was. He felt protective over Ren. Ren who looked so weak right now, it was making Doc feel something fierce and dark in him. Especially the way Ren pushed into his touch, accepting it… no craving it. Doc wanted to tuck Ren against him and keep him safe, keep him away from all the hurt and evil in the world. He already was helping the man deal with the evil in his mind, but he wanted to keep him close and protect him from everything. Be there for the man in every sense, forever. Doc was such a good friend, he couldn’t help it. Ren was his best friend after all.

Doc managed to pull himself away to grab a towel. He found himself ever so carefully toweling Ren’s head off. It was more like giving him a massage through the towel as he rubbed his hair and fur down. He carefully worked around his ears, finding himself quietly talking to Ren like he was a skittish horse. “Hmmm almost there, now. You are being so good for me aren’t you? So good.” He grumbled lowly as he dug his fingers into his fur. He could feel Ren trembling under his touch. “It is okay Ren, I got you…” He promised so softly. Ren did appear to be sensitive over his ears being touched so letting Doc dry him like this must took him so much effort and trust. Doc pulled the towel away and gently brushed Ren’s hair back to let the man see properly. Ren made a little woof as he was revealed. Doc wanted to squeeze Ren so hard against him. He was just so adorable.

Ren finally pulled away and gave him a red flushed grin. He looked a little bit silly with his fur spiked up so silly. Doc’s fingers twitched with the want to brush him all down, smooth his fur out and stroke him endlessly. A stray thought fluttered through his brain, randomly. He could get Ren to use his shampoo or something better than what Ren usually bought; what was on sale or cheapest. It would make Ren so much softer to pet and smell better when they cuddled. He made a mental note to purchase something oil based. He was sure that he heard that it was better for fur? Maybe he would message VintageBeef for some help with it. The man usually sold high quality wool and fur. Doc reckoned the man would know what products he should use. If needs be, he could always ask the Hivemind. The thought did amuse Doc. The whole idea about asking the finest technical minds of the redstone community to give him grooming tips to make Ren softer to cuddle was a funny one. Ren cut through Doc’s day dreams. “Thanks Doc… Um… You ready to work out?” He asked sounding already breathless. They hadn’t even worked out yet.

Doc made himself walk away from Ren to stop himself from just burying his fingers into Ren’s fur and pet the man all day. “Okay so… Working out.” Doc forced himself to focus on what they were supposed to be doing. He tried to remember what he used to do. “Okay. So we will start on some stretches, we will need to warm up so we don’t pull anything. We will start simple and then see your limits. Why don’t you just watch me and then you can try?” Doc offered and began stretching. His body felt tight and unused to stretching. Doc sighed, he had put some much aside for the grind. Or worse was he getting older? The thought was a little sudden and scary. Docm77 getting older. He felt a wave of unsuredness hit him and he shoved it all down, locking the terrifying thoughts away. He had something to do right now thankfully other than deal with the horrible emotions in him.

Doc panted a little bit as he finished his warm up. He could feel his tank top stick to him as he caught his breath. He turned to see Ren perched on the end of their bed, wide eyed and slacked jaw. The man was hugging a pillow to himself as he gave Doc a look which screamed pure hunger. Doc felt like a piece of meat in front of a hungry wolf, the fact that Ren licked his lips as Doc approached just reinforced the image. Instead of scared, it made that protectiveness feeling come back. Doc guessed Ren had no idea what he looked like, what he made Doc think about. Ren would be going around…. Thinking it was normal to look like that. Making others feel like Doc did about him. That pretty mouth, those flushed cheeks, who wouldn’t feel like that looking at Ren? Doc was quickly finding the tight shorts becoming much more tighter. He didn’t think the others would… be bad for Ren but they wouldn’t be good. They wouldn’t know how to pet him just right, how to cope with the nightmares… they wouldn’t look after Ren as well as Doc could. He was his best friend after all. Doc knew best.

Doc paused in front of Ren and folded his arms, he could feel the tank top stretch across his body, reminding him, he wasn’t as lean as he used to be. “You ready to try some out?” He asked trying not to think about how easy it would be to press Ren into the bed and get a work out in a different way but Doc forced himself to focus. This was to help Ren. Exercise to help Ren get better. Not another way to have Ren get him off. He tried to remember that. Helping Ren. Even though the look Ren was giving him was not helping him with that.

Ren sounded like he had done a work out as he looked up at him. “Okay, I am not very good at this though, you might need to be a little hands on and help me Doc.” He purred as he got up. He walked into the kitchen space and turned to Doc. It was almost amazing how Ren got it all wrong. Doc had no idea how Ren could have pay such interest in his warm up, and not learn any of it correctly. Ren proceeded to stretch again and Doc was genuinely worried he was going to hurt himself, because he really didn’t have to arch his hips that hard. Was his center of gravity in his ankles?!

Doc strode forwards and firmly grabbed Ren’s hips, stilling him before pulling him against him. Ren’s back meeting his chest, drawing a soft noise from the man. “Oh no… Not like that!” Doc told him softly, trying to guide his body into the right position but Ren was squirming and just didn’t do what he was supposed to do. Doc grumbled lowly before he caught sight of Ren in a reflected surface. Suddenly it made sense. His naughty puppy was being bad on purpose. Doc moved his hand around and cupped Ren’s jutting arousal, feeling him push into his hand. “Oh naughty Puppy needs a different work out first?” He cooed as Ren whined, nodding as he pressed into his touch.

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Doc had pretty much raided the entirety of the RV for the needed materials. Once again, he found himself impressed at just how stocked the vehicle was, how prepared Renbob was but mostly how the man managed to fit so much into the limited storage. He was sure Renbob could teach the Hermits something about storage. Doc already could list off half a dozen Hermits who could do with a lesson. Maybe if it happened there would be far less Chest Monsters around the worlds. Doc carried his bounty to the bed, grinning as he found everything he needed and moved to collect the tools he would need. He found himself whistling happily to himself. He was amazed as he realised that if he whistled a high note it would make Ren giggle and his ears perk up on their own. Doc amused them both with it as he collected the tools he needed. It would have gone faster if Ren helped but instead Ren made himself busy by pressing pleasantly against Doc’s side. It didn’t annoy Doc, in fact if Doc didn’t need both arms to work, he would have wrapped one around Ren and pulled him properly against him. Ren was hard at work, in his eyes, being his emotional support being. He was glad they were basing together next world otherwise Doc would have missed the closeness the pair had found.

Doc looked at the length of pole and at his sketches. It was supposed to be simple. They needed more privacy, some sound proofing for their… stress releasing activities because Doc still couldn’t meet Renbob’s eyes after the pancake incident. He was usually a hard man to embarrass, he had been called cringy and shameless before and he usually shook it off. But Renbob was a sorta friend in a different sense? He was Ren’s family. His closest family. Doc had the strangest faint urge to ensure Renbob wasn’t too bothered by them. Which was rare for Doc. Outside of the big rules that all Hermits followed, Doc didn’t follow many societal niceness or rules. In Doc’s eyes rules like don’t run farms when your neighbours are trying to sleep, don’t break the world, obey the laws of physics was more suggestions.

Ren nuzzled his way under Doc’s arm and smiled up at him, his tail wagging furiously. The action had knocked Ren’s sunglasses to askew and Doc couldn’t resist leaning into adjust them for him, making sure they were properly on. He paused as he noticed something on the lens. He carefully removed them for Ren and gave them a quick clean before replacing them. Ren gave him such a pleased smile, Doc gave into one of his urges that he tried so hard to repress. Ren was his friend after all. It wasn’t normal to have such thoughts about your friends. Doc leaned in and carefully pressed his finger against Ren’s nose. “Boop.” Doc grumbled giving Ren an amused look. He pulled his finger away, half expecting Ren to be annoyed at him but instead Ren giggled.

Ren’s tail lashed back and forth in his happiness. “Did you just boop my snoot?” He asked sounding thrilled. “Because, Doc, my dude I think you just booped my snoot.” He even wiggled his nose at him, showing that he wasn’t upset with it, far from it. The wiggling made Doc want to nuzzle noses with the man. Doc flushed at the very thought. He wondered where that had came from. Nuzzling noses? With his best friend? He tried to push the thought out of his head. It must be one of those intrusive thoughts, Doc had read about in his research to help Ren. Just a throwaway thought. Nothing more.

Doc was brought out his mental spiral as he noticed Ren’s expression, he couldn’t help but laugh. “I did. You have a very boopable snoot.” He told Ren serious sounding, though he couldn’t stop the smile on his face. “Best snoot I ever did boop.” He couldn’t help but play along. If it kept Ren looking at him like that, kept Ren smiling at him like that, Doc would give him the world and anything he ever wanted. What was letting the man see the silly side of him? Ren wouldn’t judge, he didn’t think Ren could judge? It wasn’t in his nature. Too happy go lucky. Doc knew he was safe with the man, to let him in, to lower the walls. Let Ren see the Doc side of him, not just the Monster side most of the Hermits saw.

Ren’s giggle faded away before a sly expression came on his face. That strange look was back and Ren asked something which made Doc go bright red. “Why Doc… I didn’t know you were an expert booper of snoots. You booped many snoots?” His voice was husky and near growling and it made Doc shiver. Doc had the feeling that Ren wasn’t talking about nose presses any more. Doc swallowed heavily. He could laugh it off and tease Ren, move on from the charged moment but he didn’t like that idea. It felt like lying a little. The RV and their bed had became a sort of safe space for them, where they showed each other who or what they were and there was no judgment, no double guessing… no lies.

Doc brought a hand up to scratch at the back of his head. “Um…” He found himself struggling how to word it. He could see how Ren was leaning in, focused on what he was going to say. Doc was pretty sure he was bright red. “I mean… I… uh… Booped some snoots before.” He admitted, eyeing up Ren wondering if he was upset? Happy? He didn’t know which one he wanted more. He flushed. There was a reason why Doc wasn’t a kiss and tell person. He found himself rushing out the next bit. “Not anyone you know… just one time one off deals between worlds… when I was a younger man you know?” He didn’t know why he had to tell him that. “You… you are the best snoot I booped.” He wondered if he gave Renbob his pancake recipe, if Renbob would drive them to the nearest black hole and let Doc jump into it.

Doc’s mental suffering was broken when Ren giggled, sounding strangely pleased. “Good my man, I worked hard on my snoot game. I don’t be giving it away to anyone who wants a boop.” He nuzzled closer to Doc. “Despite what others say about me…” Doc found himself growling lowly at the very idea. He hadn’t heard rumours like that. Good thing too… if Doc heard someone spreading such lies about Ren, he would find himself living up to the monster reputation. Ren was flirty, unashamedly handsome and fetching but he wasn’t… asking for people to boop his snoot or letting anyone and everyone do it. Anyone who said otherwise in Doc’s earshot was likely to be rail gunned straight into the void.

Doc pulled Ren into his lap properly. He wrapped his arms around Ren’s waist and squeezed him. “I am very honoured that you let me boop your snoot.” He whispered, voice low and husky with his need. “Because I really, really like booping your snoot.” He told him truthfully, feeling Ren begin to grind against him. The charged air getting to them both. It was reassuring to Doc that they were on the same wave length and that he wasn’t getting mixed up about an innocent act like a pervert.

Ren grabbed Doc’s wrist and brought his hand up to his face, nuzzling into his touch, nosing his fingers. “Doc… you wanna boop my snoot some more?” He asked breathless, flushed that pretty pink. “I need some Doc world class booping right now.” He whined, already panting and eager, so alive under Doc’s hands.

When he put it like that… how could Doc say no?

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Doc was questioning his decision to base with Ren as simple jobs which would have taken him at most half an hour was now a struggle. There was so much to do now with Ren about. There was the time spent watching Ren, cuddling Ren, petting Ren, stroking Ren’s cock until he came with a howl before feeding Ren his own length, watching Ren suck him so needy and wanton, recovering with Ren making sure Ren was okay, listening to Ren. It all added up and made simple quick jobs into day long projects. Worst of all… Doc was loving it. Ren was there for him. Ren was just solid and accepting and good company. He didn’t even look anymore, he could reach out and Ren would tuck himself against Doc, or nuzzle his questioning fingers. It felt real good like he wasn’t alone anymore.

Doc tried to focus on his sketches as he scratched Ren’s ear. They finally managed to untangle themselves a while ago after their session. Although Ren didn’t want to leave his side, leaning heavily into him as Doc tried to work. “It is simple.” Doc commented, hoping maybe it would help him focus on his work rather than the soft warmth soaking into his side, where the pair was touching. “We can hang up these heavy blankets, they will stop line of sight and be more sound absorbing.” Doc used his free hand to point at the designs. “I am thinking we mount the poles, here and here?” He suggested, he didn’t have to explain it in so much detail. It was just hanging some blue curtains from some rods. He was a master redstoner while Ren was a master builder, carpenter and was a dab hand in redstone too but it felt good just to relax with his friend.

Ren let out a little giggle and then grabbed his pencils. He leaned over the papers and sketched something on his plans. Usually Doc would be annoyed. How dare someone besmirch his work? It was rude. They should just get their own papers, do their own drawings! But Ren didn’t trigger than in him instead Doc found himself leaning in to watch the man work. Doc wanted to see how the man thought, how Doc inspired him… which made Doc’s chest tightened as he thought about Ren being inspired by him. It felt intimate to watch Ren carefully sketch his own ideas over Doc’s. It was frankly adorable as he watched the man work, Ren had his tongue peeking out while he had stashed the spare pencil behind his ear. Doc found himself documenting it, for his records of course. No other reason. Not the way Ren looked so handsome and focused. It wasn’t as if Doc had an album gallery filled with images of Ren looking cute.

Ren sat back and grinned proudly. “Now, what if we install one like this.” He pointed to his addition. “This could be one way for me to get a workout.” He giggled, giving Doc that look again. “I am a little rusty but I am sure I could remember some moves.” Doc paused and retook in the drawing. He reprocessed what Ren was saying. It was a pole… pole dancing? Ren was talking about pole dancing… Ren… Pole dancing?

Doc felt his face heat up as he easily imagined the man wrapped around a pole, those long legs flexing around the metal as he ground against it. He was pretty sure he was making those eager grumbles as he imagined Ren in a club somewhere dark and seedy… not unsafe seedy. Ren was safe. Always safe. Doc didn’t dare imagine anything else. Ren was safely performing… but just for Doc… Private room, private show. All for him and him only. He could pretty much hear the music loud and bass-y in his ears, beating a pattern matched by his racing heart. Doc would be lazing back, whiskey in hand as he watched Ren stalking out, in just shorts or something else small and revealing. Always with that cheeky smile on his face along with his signature glasses. Doc could pretty much smell the man’s arousal as he grabbed the bar and easily swung around it. Ren lifting himself up, with a flex of muscles which stole Doc’s breath away. He would be good, actually performing, grinding against the pole in ways which made Doc throb. He would look like sin as he slid down the pole and crawl on all fours across the stage, tail and hips swinging, that hungry look on his face. He would swish his way into Doc’s lap. Doc certainly could imagine that Ren would be fine performing in his lap, just as well as the man did on a pole. A pretty lapful of dancer. Even better since you wasn’t supposed to touch the dancers but Doc could. Ren was his after all. He could touch. No one else could.

Doc was broken out of his fantasies when Ren giggled and cupped Doc’s jaw, closing it for him. Doc was pretty sure he has drooled down himself as he imagined Ren performing. He was pretty bright red as he forced himself to look at the plans. “You… you pole danced?” Doc was unable to stop himself from asking. He was more than curious. He didn’t know a lot of Ren’s history. Like what the man did in his younger years. “In… a club?” Suddenly the idea of the man being forced to work in a seedy place, grinding and performing for strangers came to Doc’s mind and he hissed lowly as he thought about his Ren in other’s laps, flirting and giving them that smile. It would have been unsafe… His protectiveness roared into life, making Doc clench his hands into fists, not even noticing the way his claws dug into his own hands.

Ren was oblivious about Doc’s freak out because he laughed playfully. “No, I rented a place for a year or so, that had a pole in like the bedroom. I took it up from boredom you know? It was there and I wanted to see if I could do it?” He shrugged and doodled a stick man Ren grinding on a pole on Doc’s drawings. “Turns out it is a good work out and I got pretty good I reckon. I might show you one day, looked like you liked the idea of me working a pole.” He winked, giving him that smile again but wider.

The grin was wide enough that Doc could see the man’s fangs. It was rare for Ren to smile so openly. He had noticed the way the man hid his more hybrid features like his ears, tail and fangs. Seeing Ren feeling safe enough to give him a fangy smile dampened the raging protectiveness in Doc’s chest. Doc felt the tightness in his chest lighten. He let out the breath he didn’t even realise he had been holding in. He hated to see what he would do to the first mob that would approach Ren in the next world, considering how protective Doc had been getting recently about the man. “You lived in an old strip club?” Surprisingly this wasn’t that surprising. It did seem something Ren would have done. This was better than the horrors Doc had been imaging. He didn’t have an issue with Ren being an adult entertainer but he knew those places were not always safe and could be predatory towards the workers.

Ren shook his head and crawled into Doc’s lap. “I thought that at first but then it turned out it was an old firehouse.” He giggled loudly and smirked up at Doc. “It is a good thing I took up pole dancing and not like arson.”

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Doc couldn’t wait for the next scheduled sleep time. He kept eyeing up their bed, surrounded by the heavy dark blue curtains and grumbled to himself. He had already cooked dinner, cleaned up and tried to read but failed to get any farther in his research. It didn’t help that Ren was also unsettled, shooting their bed looks. Doc stood up quickly making a decision. They were adults, fuck the clock. If they wanted to go to bed early they could. Doc stalked towards their bed and pulled the curtains back. He paused to look back at Ren who was trying to read one of Renbob’s gardening magazines but also was staring a magazine which was upside down. “Come to our bed Puppy. Bed time.” He called softly, watching Ren, knowing the man was going to be eager and beautiful.

Ren’s ears twitched up over the magazine before he lowered it to reveal the hungry look again. Ren broke out into a smirk and threw the magazine aside as he rushed on all fours towards Doc and their bed. Doc giggled to himself, and held the curtain up for Ren who scrambled up, tail wagging hard enough to smack Doc a couple times as Ren crawled up. Doc couldn’t resist but reached down and gave Ren’s arse a smack. “Someone is eager.” He teased, watching Ren sprawl out from the soft blow, his tail wagging furiously betraying his real feelings. Doc slowly reached out, making sure Ren saw exactly what he was doing as he reached down to stroke that fluffy tail. He paused with his hand at the base, letting Ren pull his tail away if he wanted to. Instead Ren looked back at him, his tail still but the base was twitching as if it wanted to wag but Ren was holding it back to let Doc touch. “Oh look at you. Such a good boy. You are being so good for me, letting me make you feel all good. I bet you like that, you like me touching you there?” He asked softly, even though he knew the answer. If Ren didn’t like it, he would tap out using their safe word. He liked talking to Ren like this though, it made him feel good, powerful especially when Ren would blush so pretty for him, lapping up the praise desperately. Ren liked it, and so did Doc. He wanted to see how far he could push Ren with just words. See if he could get the man to break just by growling in his ear. He had a feeling he could, Ren was just so receptive.

Ren’s eyes was lidded as he looked back, all pink and breathless. His voice was deeper and rougher as he spoke. “Always my dude. I am your good Puppy. One hundred percent! Doc, can you blame me? I mean you just know how to treat your Puppy all good.” He gasped as Doc began slow scritches at his tail base. “Oh Doc my man, fuck… right there… fuck…” He sprawled forwards helplessly whining into their pillows but kept his hips up to push back into Doc’s hand, in needy little bucks, grumbling so eager and shameless. Doc let out a hungry growl at the sight. He couldn’t help it. Ren was just… Ren. Doc gave up trying to understand it.

Doc looked about a little guilty as a harder scratch made Ren howl softly. The man was already lost to the need. Doc could see that Ren’s cock was obviously hard, filling his jeans and his cock tip soaking a patch into the fabric. They were supposed to be using their bed proper and right now Doc was still outside of it even if Ren was sprawled on it. What was the point of making the curtains if they weren’t going to use them? Doc climbed up on the bed and closed the curtains behind him. The little nook of their bed was perfect. Ren had rigged up fairy lights around the poles and they gave off such warm dim light. Doc’s eyes quickly adjusted and he realised the small space was cosy but what made it better was Ren, sprawled out and had stashed his sunglasses away. He looked up at him all soft and intimate. It was their personal little space away from the rest of the world never mind Renbob. Doc found himself lying down facing Ren. “Hey.” He whispered, not wanting to break the silence. The heavy fabric around them cut off a lot of the ambient sounds of the RV. The gurgling pipes, the distance roar of the engine, the noise of Renbob being Renbob. In the moment it just felt like it was just them, in the entire universe.

Ren whispered back, equally as softly. “Hi.” He flushed that pretty pink and shuffled closer. “Is it me or we alone in the universe.” He asked unsure. “Just us drifting through space together my dude. All alone in our bed.” He told him softly and reached out to run a finger down one of Doc’s horns. Doc shivered, he couldn’t really feel the touch, the horns were bone after all but the gesture made his body tingle all the same. It was something no one ever did before. Not with such a fond smile. Not with that soft look. Ren was looking at him like he wasn’t a monster, like he wouldn’t want anyone else in his bed. Like he liked Doc’s mishmashed form.

Doc nodded and lowered his head to let Ren know it was okay to touch him. He was rewarded with that pleased smile and it was worth it. In this moment, Ren could have asked Doc for anything at all and Doc would have given it to him. Of course Ren being Ren, he didn’t ask for anything, not even if Doc offered. It was part of the man’s charm. How he was so self contained, so self sufficient and proud. The man always met every challenge life gave him, teaching himself so much to keep up with the others. He was amazing at building, amazing at redstone and storytelling. Ren would make someone a fine partner one day. That someone is going to have to be more amazing which meant Ren was his, only his, for a while now because Doc knew he didn’t know anyone that would be good enough for Ren.

Doc opened his eyes to see Ren looking up at him, all flushed. Doc grumbled lowly and moved down to gently push Ren down against the mattress. “I want to suck you.” Doc told him suddenly. He had been thinking about for a while. He hadn’t ever given one before despite Ren doing it to him pretty much daily. He didn’t know if it was okay until he saw Ren rapidly shoving his jeans down and boxers too. “Oh my Puppy likes that idea? You wanna fuck my mouth? You wanna let me swallow your cum?” He asked as he knelt up to give Ren more room to lie down properly. Doc did pause a little. This was the first time, they were doing this more… for fun. There was no breakdowns, no wind ups, no almost teenager style dry humping or handjobs given quick and dirty. They never usually even removed their clothes, only loosened them enough to get to what they needed. But now… they had their privacy in their own bed. Doc had all night with Ren. He grinned to himself. Poor Ren… He was going to go slow as he wanted to, making sure Doc documented every noise, motion and taste of Ren.

Poor poor Ren… Doc was thorough scientist and he had something new to study.

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Doc couldn’t stop looking at Ren, the way the light played across him, how the dim light made his eyes almost glow. Ren smiled up at him, all fangs and hunger, looking so wild and feral but Doc’s. He lowered himself down between Ren’s legs. His fingers eagerly exploring his thighs, feeling how soft and fluffy the fur was but also how the man shivered under his touch, so eager. So needy, already pushing into Doc’s touch and they only just begun. Doc chuckled, pulling away enough that he kept his touch ever so light, ghosting over him, drawling frustrated noises from Ren. Ren wasn’t the sort to deny himself anything. The last pizza slice, another 15 minutes snooze, Doc’s hand. If Ren wanted it, Ren got it. Doc had long given up even pretending that Ren couldn’t just batter his eyelashes at him and make Doc cave into his demands. He would give Ren anything he wanted, just to see that smile on his face, hear the happy chirp of his voice, thanking Doc, sounding so pleased, so happy. But Doc had a feeling, that tonight, Ren was going to learn some patience.

Doc leaned in, his voice almost a dark snarl. “Oh no Puppy. You are going to get exactly what I give you, nothing more.” He watched as Ren panted, wide eyed and desperate already. It was so easy to make Ren little more than a squirming panting mess of a man, craving his touch. Doc wondered how long could he tease him for, see that pretty face crumple into pure want, smell those frustrated tears as they fell down his cheeks, hear his voice go hoarse with need and beg Doc so sweetly for more… no one else. Only Doc could give him what he wanted, what he needed, what he craved. It was just them in their bed, the outside world didn’t exist. There was no one else in the world except Doc and Ren would be all his. Better yet, he would document it all.

Ren whined and tried to press into Doc’s touch, his hips arching as he ground against his fingers. “Doc, please I have been a good Puppy for you right? I…. I sucked you all good. I did the drying up!” He sounded already so desperate as he begged. “Please Doc, I will… uh…” He whimpered as he shifted to press his already hard cock into Doc’s touch, his cock head slick with his precum, leaving a sticky trail across Doc’s palm. Already twitching and throbbing. Doc took a second to take it in properly. He hadn’t properly seen the man before. Their previous couplings were always so hurried, Doc never really explored the man. Doc let Ren ground against his hand for a couple of seconds as Doc made notes about all of it. The gentle curve, the slight redness, the pointed tip. It wasn’t quite human but wasn’t canine, it was a mix that suited the man. Doc ran his thumb up the underside, feeling it twitch hard in his hand. It was very much like the man, lean and compact. It filled Doc’s loose grip easily with a few extra inches jutting out, all wet with need.

Doc lowered his head and breathed over the head, watching how it jerked in his grasp, almost as if it was alive and had a mind of it’s own. Doc chuckled and brushed his thumb against him, gathering up some of his slick and brought it up to his mouth. He gave it a sniff, smelling his muskiness before popping it into his mouth and slowly sucking, trying to figure out what he tasted like. All his brain was focused on was how good he tasted. Apparently the sight of him tasting him was hot for Ren because the man threw his head back at the sight, panting. Ren whined sounding so broken already. Doc’s ego whispered to him that only he could drive Ren this far, break him so prettily. Ren whimpered. “Did.. did I taste good?” Ren asked finally able to meet his eyes again.

Doc gave him a wide grin and licked his lips. The way Ren let out a desperate moan at the gesture fed Doc’s ego. His little Puppy… so easy to wind up, so easy to rile up. “You taste perfect.” He told him truthfully. Doc leaned in, and placed a heavy arm across Ren’s hips, pinning the man to the bed. “In fact… I think I want seconds.” He teased before capturing his length in his mouth. Doc did well to hold Ren down because the man tried to buck into his mouth frantically. He could feel the way Ren was trembling against him, his cock throbbing and twitching in his mouth and Doc wasn’t even sucking yet.

Doc could feel the weight against his tongue, the heavy muskiness filling his senses before he slowly pulled away, still keeping the tip between his lips. He held still, looking up and into Ren’s eyes, seeing how the man was so red, so needy before taking most of his cock into his mouth. Doc was thankful he remembered to disable his gag reflex as he moved again and managed to take every inch. Doc all of a sudden pulled away smirking. He watched as Ren’s cock almost angrily throbbed slick with his spit and Ren’s precum.

Ren whined loudly, the only thing stopping his frantic thrusts was Doc’s firm grip as Doc lowered his head to repeat it again and again. Doc could tell Ren was soon lost to the pleasure, his mind cloudy with his need to finish. Doc did wonder if Ren ever denied himself before because Ren was so desperate so quickly. He admired the man, the way his chest heaved with his panting, his flushed face before Doc leaned in to slowly lower his mouth to his cock again, tracing the underside with his tongue. Doc waited until he felt Ren tense up before backing off again. He chuckled as Ren could no longer speak, he was just whining desperately for him, helpless. He did it again and again, until Ren’s thighs were soaked with his precum and drool. His cock was now an angry red, twitching constantly as Doc blew gently along it.

Their little nook smelled of Ren’s musk, thick and heady and made Doc’s own cock throb. He ignored his own arousal to take Ren in. He ducked down to swipe his tongue along his length but paused as felt something under his tongue, a swelling? He reached down to probe the area and watched as it swelled. It clicked in his brain. “You have a knot.” Doc blurted out, half amazed, half shocked. He grasped it gently, circling his hand behind it, feeling it swell. He squeezed gently and watched as Ren threw his head back and howl loudly, his cock jerking as he came hard. Doc milked him slowly, watching as Ren sobbed, breaking into tears as he covered Doc’s hand and his own chest with his seed.

Doc slowly let go feeling Ren squirm trying to get away, too sensitive for his touch. He ignored his own hard cock as he pulled Ren into a cuddle, feeling the man cry softly into his shoulder. Doc petted his head grumbling softly. “It is okay. You were so good for me Puppy…” He didn’t know if Ren was just overwhelmed or if he was upset about having a knot? He never even knew Ren had one, despite getting the man off multiple times. “I.. I liked your knot? Suits you. It felt really good in my hand, I loved milking you. It made you feel so good didn’t it?” He found himself blurting out worried that Ren was ashamed of his body or worried that Doc didn’t like it?

Ren nodded weakly against his shoulder until Doc moved them so Ren was in his favourite spot, perched on him, face first against his chest, Doc’s hand on his ears, petting him. Ren must have felt Doc’s hard cock against his hip because he whined and began to reach for him. Doc gently grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away. “Don’t worry about me Puppy. That can be your treat tomorrow.” He joked softly. “Sleep time now huh?” He grumbled feeling Ren finally relax against him. After that sleep came surprisingly easy to him.

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Doc was lazing on the sofa with Ren curled against him. He had one arm around Ren resting his hand on Ren’s arm, his thumb tracing over wrist, fluffing up and then smoothing his fur down there again and again. Doc found the action soothing as he used his communicator in his free hand as he went through his inbox. They were approaching a fuel space station so for once they had pretty good signal so the pair was focusing on trying to clear their backlog in their inbox, Doc had grumbled seeing the accusatory red notification of 4 digits. At least Doc was trying. He glanced over to see Ren was busy taking a selfie of them. Doc grumbled annoyed and reached down to take Ren’s communicator off him. Ren whined at the loss and looked up at Doc so guilty at being caught, trying to get a good picture of them instead of working. Doc smirked back and pulled Ren closer and snapped a picture of them, his long arms and height helping him frame it well. He looked at the photo and felt a surge of protectiveness at it… Ren was snuggled up close and looking up at Doc so happy and flushed, and Doc was returning that smile. Anyone who saw the photo would know that they would have to go through Doc to even think about dating Ren. Only the best for his best friend.

Doc couldn’t resist but snap another pic as Ren arched up to press a kiss to Doc’s cheek. He chuckled lowly as Ren slumped against him. Doc had noticed that Ren kept losing his balance at the oddest times. He would just trip sometimes out of nowhere. However Doc had been documenting it all and had a working theory that Ren must had enough warning when these loss of balance moments were going to happen because Ren would manage to aim himself. At least it seemed that way to Doc, because he was always falling into Doc, face first usually into him. Doc would catch him and hold him close until Ren could get himself under control. Doc didn’t mind it, far from it. He liked it as an excuse to hold Ren close and spend a couple minutes reconnecting with the man. But the frequency and lack of other symptoms was worrying Doc. Doc already had sent emails to the Hivemind about inner ear issues and to get more medical texts. He had also asked them to send him any texts about canines studies about restricted movement or lack of enrichment. He didn’t explain why, wanting to respect Ren’s privacy as much as he could. Besides the Hivemind was good like that.

Doc made sure to send himself a copy of both photos and gave Ren back his communicator. Doc couldn’t resist though, as he leaned in to hand it back to Ren but press a kiss to his forehead. Straight between the eyes, only for a couple of seconds. Doc pulled away to see Ren looking up at him wide eyed and with that pretty flush over his cheeks again. Doc felt a tightness in his chest as he felt that urge again, to nose Ren’s. He leaned a little in about to do so, Ren didn’t know the meaning, he was sure he could find some sort of science or medical sounding excuse when the entire RV shook violently. He felt himself pitch backwards onto the sofa, he instinctively grabbed Ren and tucked him against him, trapping Ren against the sofa back to shield him from the worst of the trembles. Doc hissed loudly as Renbob yelled back. “Like bit of a rough landing man. This old thing took me to Birchstock and back so many times but she showing her age. Hold tight my dudes.”

Doc lowered his head to keep Ren safe as possible, not to bury his face against him so if this was the moment he died, at least Ren would be the last thing he thought of. Ren was mumbling to himself, burying his face against Doc’s chest and Doc squeezed Ren. “You are safe.” He promised, lying to Ren. He didn’t know if they were safe or not but he wanted to do anything in his power to comfort Ren, even if these was to be their last moments. He wondered if there was any time to send a message to X, the Hivemind or to Etho, to let them know what happened to them. To apologise for not making the next season. At least he would go out with Ren. His best friend. He gritted his teeth as the RV slammed into the ground, skidding as Renbob steered it out of the crash.

Ren let out a cry of relief as Renbob switched the RV into drive mode. Ren swallowed and swiped at his eyes flushed. “Oh man. I thought we were goners!” He giggled, sounding strained. He whimpered softly and nuzzled Doc’s chest, confirming to Doc that it was a soothing action for Ren. He added more to the theory section of his notes and let out the breath he had been holding in. He slowly let go of Ren even though his protective brain screamed at him to hold onto the man and never let him go in case something like that happened again. He tried not to growl as Renbob pushed aside the beaded curtain. If the hippy was stoned, Doc might have done something to the man instead Renbob was ashen grey and was obviously painfully sober. “Like… We made it dudes. I got a big favour to ask you two… man. I be fresh out of stuff and my plant expert is swinging this way to drop some off with me but like he is running late. He got held up going the long way…” He rambled, hands shaking.

Doc wondered absently if the crash landing was more due to the lack of weed. Bloody hippies. “You asking us if what? If we can stay here a little longer than planned?” Doc asked raising an eyebrow. Why was Renbob looking so uncomfortable? Having some time outside the RV wasn’t a big ask, in fact it was a blessing. Plus Doc could see if he could find some boot sellers; merchants who traveled station to station wheeling and dealing from the back of their spacecraft. Whenever they came across one, Doc always got a pang of homesickness and was reminded of Scar most of all. He could very much imagine Scar traveling world to world in some contraption, a Jellie cat in the front, promising and trading people their hopes, dreams and for the right price, even the stars themselves. Doc made a mental note to sketch it if he could, it would make a fine birthday gift for the man.

Rendog spoke up a little unsure, which confused Doc even more so. “Yeah Renbob, I mean I got Doc.” He gave him a weak smile and moved to Doc’s side. “Doc will keep me safe.” He nudged Doc playfully. Doc looked between the pair wondering what was going on. Was this space fuel station dangerous? Where did Renbob take them? He wondered if he should had made a weapon or something? He had no idea why the two was nervous? Doc followed Ren out the door feeling that protectiveness roar in his chest. He wondered if he could find a good enough excuse to hold Ren’s hand and make sure he is safe. He looked around the floating space station, the artificial lights reflecting off the dome, holding in the fake atmosphere.

Doc paused as they looked up at Gigacorp Express building. The GigaCorp sign light staining Ren’s nervous face orange. There was a dozen other ships parked in the lot but they were alone. Doc looked back to see Renbob refilling but far enough he wouldn’t hear them. “Ren? Why are you scared?”

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The question seemed to have stunned Ren. The man paused in his tracks and looked up at Doc and opened his mouth only to close it again. Doc stayed quiet, letting the man think. He could see the various emotions play over Ren’s face. “Doc… do you remember when we first met?” He asked quietly, lowering his head and squirming. Doc’s chest tightened as he saw the first tremble. He opened his arms confused and concerned. Ren crashed straight into him and Doc pulled him as close as possible. He squeezed the man, rubbing his back as Ren nuzzled into his chest. Only then, Doc actually pondered the question. Did he remember when he first met Ren? He searched his memory banks and found the first time. It was one of the trade events, off world in one of the Nexus hubs. They didn’t know each other but they clicked, when Ren whispered a joke to him. Doc fondly remembered the evening of drinking and talking and dancing.

Doc found himself cupping Ren’s jaw and gently lifting his head up to meet his eyes. He found himself stroking the soft fluff along the man’s face. He admired the pleasing contrast of his own dark green skin against Ren’s rich brown fur. They fitted so well together. He grumbled lowly as felt Ren lean into his touch. “Of course I do, Ren.” He wondered if the soft fond tone he used, was enough to tell Ren how thankful he was that they were seated next to each other at that boring event. Doc felt a flash of fear as he realised how close he got to not meeting Ren back then. They might have not been friends when Ren became a Hermit because Doc was caught up in the NHO. He couldn’t imagine not having Ren by his side. Ren was his best friend and all it would take was Doc getting given a different seat and they would likely never had this. Doc calmed himself with a thought; they would have come across each other in one of the worlds at some point and their friendship would had bloomed.

Ren gave him a pleased flushed smile, letting Doc know that he heard. His tail wagged frantically before it drooped as Ren seemingly realised he was doing it. Ren swore under his breath and reached back to shove his tail up the back of his shirt hiding it. He looked around unsure and tucked himself harder against Doc. His voice was a little downbeat. “Doc… Do you remember… uh… how I used to look… you know the suppression codes?” He whispered, ears scrunched to his skull, Ren looked so miserable. Doc’s chest was almost painful as Ren let out a low whimper.

Doc grumbled lowly as he tried to sooth Ren. He looked back in his memories and realised that Ren was right. His earliest memories had a very much human looking Ren. He hadn’t really noticed it before. He couldn’t imagine Ren without the ears and tail. It was almost as if Doc had overlaid his past memories with the recent image of Ren. He went through his memories and galleries of photos of Ren through the years and realised that the glow up as the others called it was actually the removal of hybrid suppression code. How did he miss it? Was it because this was what Ren was supposed to look like? That Ren looked more… alive now. The code that hid his hybrid features had also made Ren look… so… bland before. He much preferred the hybrid look, the fluffy ears, and soft happy tail swishing around letting everyone know that Ren was happy and loving life. Doc stroked an ear and smiled. “I like you looking like yourself.” He whispered as he took the man in.

Ren gave him a wide happy smile, his eyes twinkling again and the man looked very much like himself once again. A happy Ren was the best Ren. It was the only acceptable Ren in Doc’s eyes. Perked ears, wagging tail and flash of fangs. Ren turned a pretty red and his entire shirt was twitching as his hidden tail wagged furiously. “Thank you my dude. It was because of you.” He admitted and hid his face against Doc’s chest. Doc was curious now. How had he done anything? Ren continued, prompted by the curious eyebrow raise Doc had given him. “I mean I am sure the Hermits wouldn’t be… you know against hybrids but not everyone is as… accepting especially uh… canine hybrids.” He mumbled, eyes darting away showing his embarrassment.

Doc tilted his head as he went over his memories and knowledge. He must have looked confused because Ren spoke up, his voice weak and unsure. “Dude, I… I don’t think anyone is gonna say shit to you? You are 7ft man hunk of muscle, bad assery and metal, no one is gonna pull your tail if you had one. Or ask if you got a leash or owner?” Ren trembled and let out a raw sounding snarl of anger. “One fucking series of books and suddenly everyone asking me if I am an omega! That isn’t a fucking thing! If my ass starts leaking, I got a stomach complaint! Not that I need some dick!” He blurted out furiously. “We only just recovered from the anti-pack laws and now there is some specieist bullshit porn books out there that got real popular… Making us sound like we are some sort of sex crazed beasts. The author even admitted that they never met one of us before!” Ren panted, having rushed it all out in a furious and disgusted rant. “But they got popular and now there is dozens of books and so much damn porn out there, where we are seen as little more than living trained sex toys.” He trembled harder in Doc’s grasp.

Doc squeezed Ren hard, his hands rubbing his back trying to ease the man’s emotional suffering. “Ren… it is… it is not okay that people treat you like that.” He told him softly. He didn’t even realise that it was a thing. He was already combing back through his memories, flagging up people who had given Ren strange looks or comments after the man removed his suppression code. It wasn’t Hermits who made the negative comments, though some of them did give Ren… more than friendly looks and comments which somehow was worse? Doc found himself baring his teeth as he realised how often it happened, and even worse… how often he had missed it. He was such a bad friend. His best friend was suffering, hiding himself, being bullied or sexualised just because of his hybridness and he didn’t even realise even when it happened in front of his face. He was going to make sure that it never was going to happen again. If anyone said anything that made Ren upset, they were going to be punted into the void by a furious Doc.

Ren must have misread Doc’s expression because the man reached up to cup Doc’s jaw and pulled his head down so their eyes met. “Doc… you ain’t like that my dude. I started our… uh… stress relief sessions. You been nothing but good to me.” He whispered, standing on tip toe to press his forehead against Doc’s. “So good man. You are my best friend.” He told him simply.

Doc gave him a smile, unable to resist returning the smile that Ren gave him. “Always. No matter what you look like. You are my best friend too. I like you. Not your species or hybridness. You.” Doc promised softly. “Come on, we should go shopping and get something to eat that isn’t breakfast food. I heard Gigacorp does some real good pies.”

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Shopping in an actual shop was a novel experience for Doc. He spent most of his time on world with the Hermits. They usually were self sufficient for the most part each of them having an industry they excelled at and would sell products for. They usually also had hobby shops and services they provided away from the shopping district. Most people wouldn’t believe it but Doc liked to draw and sketch in his free time. In fact his most popular side job was birthday and celebration cards. He would print and sketch and paint on squares of paper, which he would stick to folded card for the Hermits to trade for. It was very much a cottage industry. No one would buy enough cards to open a shop for it, no one needed more than 1 or 2 a world, much like a thousand over things the Hermits made and traded, so they just bartered IOUs for these tiny things.

Doc particularly loved Ren’s little carved wood figurines. Hermits would get them to send to family with young ones as gifts or they would be used around their homes and bases as decorations. Doc had a collection of them, all from different worlds. He would make sure he carefully packed them between each world, never wanting one to get damaged or lost. He had never traded for them though, Ren gifted him each and every one. His favourite was the carefully carved goat, standing all proud on a hillock. It had been carved from birch and stained to make it look almost alive. Doc was no expert but he could tell that it had been done with so much love and attention, especially the little horns. They were so delicately carved. Ren must had spent hours on it. All for a gift for him. On a random Tuesday. Not even his birthday. Ren gave it to him out of the blue and that made it the most special. He always made sure it got pride of place in his bedroom in each world.

Ren happily pushed the trolley, occasionally jumping up to ride the thing down an aisle with a loud giggle. Luckily it seemed their visit had lined up with the graveyard shift at this place. GigaCorp was never shut but they had arrived during the least busy period which suited Doc just fine. He was feeling… very protective over Ren right now, and Ren was being Ren… Giggling and calling out as they traveled aisle by aisle, trying to find what they needed. It was a strange subliminal space, the flat lighting, the off brand music, the way it was so familiar to the other GigaCorp stores they had visited but not. Doc was pretty sure that the layout was just… off. Like they moved everything an aisle over. Probably to confuse them and make them unable to find what they actually needed. Classic evil supermarket tactics. Doc was already planning on using it in the next store he made. Maybe he could use pistons or flying machines to rotate stock locations, meaning Hermits would have to search and see his entire catalog of items before finding what they really wanted. It may earn him a few more diamonds.

Doc huffed as he finally found the milk powder and grabbed a few tins. He had a shopping list but Ren had the trolley which meant stuff they didn’t need had made it’s way into it. Doc rolled his eyes as he caught up with Ren and offloaded the armful of necessary supplies into the cart. Only to see Ren had added a potted vine plant, which Doc didn’t even know GigaCorp sold. He only hoped that they did and Ren didn’t steal it from the break room or a household display. He restacked the tins to make room for it, rolling his eyes but smiled back at Ren who was humming to the off brand pop song coming through the speakers. It sounded like Adriana Griande, to Doc’s trained ear. Ren had noticed that Doc was looking his way because he winked and swished his hips. The motion was low and dirty and Ren’s tail slipped out. Doc was reminded of his fantasy of Ren dancing and grinding in his lap. He did still have a pole or two he could rig up in the back of the van… maybe if he asked nicely for a demonstration or two. For science reasons. To document the range of motion and flexibility the man possessed. Honest.

Ren giggled and arched his hips towards Doc who growled in response. He couldn’t resist but grab those teasing hips and pull Ren close. “Puppy… You be good.” He admonished playfully, squeezing him. As he looked down at Ren, he realised the height difference. Ren was looking up at him so wide eyed, so flushed and pretty with a blush on his face. Doc smiled down before giving him a light spank to his butt, making Ren slump against him. “We have shopping to do… you be good for your Doc and later…” He trailed off, grumbling, feeling Ren tremble. He could smell his musk as Ren’s eyes dilated, looking so eager. Doc stepped away, drawing a whimper from the man. Ren stumbled at the loss and grabbed the trolley to push it on wards, hips swishing hard drawing Doc’s eyes to his behind as he disappeared around another endless aisle. Doc didn’t know who won that game but he certainly enjoyed playing with his Puppy.

Doc hurriedly grabbed a few bottles of whiskey, finally finding it next to the gardening tools of all things and followed where he knew Ren had hurried off to. He just kept a mental note of where the man was nowadays if he wasn’t pressed against Doc’s side. He was… protective. That was it. Protective. He wanted to make sure the man was safe. Who knew what freaks were here. Worldless people… Those without an Admin or stable world. Often desperate and worldless for a reason. Doc found his fists was clenched as he finally caught up with Ren. Only his worst fears were confirmed.

Ren was obviously in distress, his entire body was cringing, making himself seem small, ears pulled back and tail firmly flat and still. He was pretty much hiding behind his trolley as a human leaned in, leering. Doc stalked over and his anger and protectiveness roared as he heard what the man was saying. “Never been with a dog hybrid before, much less an omega. Bet you gonna feel real good around my dick.” The human was sickeningly purring, as if it was actually acceptable to say such nonsense to anyone much less Doc’s Ren.

Doc saw red. He growled loudly, enough that Ren finally spotted him and focused on him. Ren pushed the trolley straight into the man as he hurried over to Doc, jumping straight into Doc’s waiting arms. Ren pressed his face into Doc’s neck, licking at his throat and jaw whining lowly. His Ren was obviously scared out of his mind. It was a good thing that he needed both arms to hold Ren close to him, because if Doc had a hand free, he would have decked the man or worse. There would have been a murder on aisle 12. Doc hissed loudly, seeing the man stagger back as he looked at Doc up and down. Doc narrowed his eyes. “Mine.” He snarled as the man quickly stumbled his way away from them.

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The rest of the shopping trip was spent with both of them pushing the trolley together. Ren was happy to share the job, letting Doc press against him as they got the last bits they needed. At least the cashier was so jaded by their job, they didn’t give them a second look as they morosely scanned their shopping. Doc, of course, carried the shopping on one arm as they pushed the trolley back to the cart area. He had a little freak out as he realised that he had no excuse to hold Ren close now, until Ren quietly pushed his hand into Doc’s. Ren was busy staring at the floor by his feet as he whispered softly. “Is this good my dude?” He asked, looking uncertain. The way the man shot Doc nervous looks made him want to pull Ren closer. Ren honestly didn’t know that Doc would give him anything he ever wanted, all he had to do is ask and it was his. It was what best friends were for after all.

Doc looked down at his soft small hand in Doc’s. The way his hand was dwarfed by Doc’s made his chest feel tight. It felt like he was holding something precious. Something so delicate. Something that could break. Something a big lumbering monster like himself wasn’t allowed to have and to hold. Ren just did it. As if he didn’t know. Doc could hurt him, could forget his own strength, his claws could catch him, Ren felt so small, so delicate in his grip. He was soft in so many ways. Doc could hurt him in so many ways… Ren didn’t care though. Ren with his easy smile and big heart. He didn’t know what a monster Doc was. Doc should let him know, should let him go... but he didn’t let go. He ever so carefully entwined their fingers and nodded. “Yeah…” He managed, feeling his throat ache with something. It would be just his luck to catch something from a GigaCorp Express Shop of all places. Off world sucked. He couldn’t wait to be back on a Hermit world. He didn’t have to worry so much about Ren… well it would be a different sort of worry. Creepers instead just creeps. Although going over his memories earlier did make him feel like there was some people he was going to keep an eye on. Besides if they were scared off by Doc, his best friend, then they were unworthy of Ren.

Renbob gave them a wave as they passed him to climb back in the RV. The hippy had set himself up with a deck chair as he waited for his contact. He was still looking uneasy so Doc assumed the delivery didn’t take place yet. Ren didn’t seem to want to let go of his hand yet which was fine with Doc. The pair did now have to deal with not only the cramped space but also only the use of one hand as the pair unpacked the bags still holding hands. But soon enough they found a working pattern which worked, Doc would unpack the bag and pass Ren each item for the man to put away in the cupboards. He was even more grateful but guilty for being appreciative of it as Ren had one of his dizzy spells and fell into Doc. Doc wrapped an arm around him and held him close. Doc had to ask. “You okay?” He was giving Ren an out. He didn’t mean the dizziness but Ren could take it as that if he wanted. They hadn’t spoken about the incident after it happened. It had taken him a while to coax Ren into standing up on his own and the man still trembled for a while. Though Doc was tempted to carry Ren about the entire time. It kept the creeps away and Ren safe. Maybe he could get one of those baby slings and have the man in a pouch on his front.

Doc had kept one of his whiskey bottles out and was tempted to pour himself a large glassful. He deserved it. He wanted the burn, he wanted the mental break. Some time to relax and let the booze sooth him. His attention was pulled away from the drink by Ren slipping his hand free. “I am okay but I should tell Renbob what happened, so he can keep an eye out for the guy.” He told him quietly. Doc felt incredibly cruel when his first thought was that crusty hippy was safe. Ren was a pretty man, hence why the guy approached Ren. Doc paused before mentally slapping himself. His internal monologue sounded like he was blaming Ren! It wasn’t Ren’s fault. Ren did nothing. The creep was just a creep! He saw a hybrid and thought it was okay to do that. Doc really had to retrain his thinking. He hadn’t realised he had fell into such faulty thinking. He was worried if there was more faulty thoughts in his head that he didn’t even realise. He had missed so much it seemed. Too busy being into science.

Doc let Ren pull free and gave him a weak smile. “He left. I watched him go but if he ever dares to show his face again… Well... I might be a Hermit now but I don’t mind doing a car park beating of a bigot.” Doc offered and felt a rush of pride as Ren giggled, his tail wagging again. After the creep, Ren had been holding his tail still, as if he was trying not to bring attention to his hybridness as much as possible. Doc was happy the man felt safe enough to show it off now, swishing back and forth only a little bit but it was something. Doc carried on. “I am sure X would happily ignore any reports about it. I mean… it is more of a service if anything.” He told him with a wink. Doc had watched the man enter his ship and fly off through the shop window. Doc had watched because he wanted to make sure he was gone before they left the shop. He didn’t want Ren to be subjected to even seeing the creep again even though Doc would happily curb stomp the man for upsetting his Puppy.

Doc could still hear Ren laughing as Ren left to talk and hang with Renbob. He waited until he couldn’t hear his friend before Doc poured himself a large whiskey. He didn't bother with a mixer or some ice. He wanted it neat. He sipped it, savouring the burn as he drank it down. It was only when he put the empty glass down, he remembered they didn’t pick up lunch and he was drinking on an empty stomach. He already felt a little tipsy already. Doc blamed that for why instead of snacking on something, he grabbed the bottle and refilled his glass. He wasn’t driving. He could get a little drunk if he wanted to. It felt really good to do something for himself for once. He had been so focused on Ren for so long, it felt odd but he felt like he needed it. He refilled his glass again before an idea came to mind… What if he did it in bed? He was pretty sure he never had such a good idea before. He grabbed his glass and bottle, wondering how did half of it go already? He staggered towards the bed and downed the glass of whiskey, not wanting to spill any on the blankets as he climbed up. A perverse thought came to mind. If he spilled whiskey then they would have to wash the sheets… and they wouldn’t smell of them anymore.

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Doc was drunk. He was blissfully drunk. He was feeling real good. He was boneless in bed feeling almost perfect. He needed one more thing and he would be all good. He watched as the curtains pull back and his drunken wishes came true as Ren climbed into their bed. Doc raised a glass to the heavens above because someone must be looking out for him for sending an Angel in sunglasses to him. He sipped his whiskey as Ren sat back looking at him so amused. “Doc… are you drunk?” Ren giggled, looking so pretty and cute. Doc could stare at him all day, giggling or not. Such a pretty man. So cute. Doc could drink to that thought and did so, only to find his glass was empty. He realised that Ren was looking at him, expecting something. Doc couldn’t remember what he asked for… Doc made a decision. He couldn’t give him the best thing he had, how could he give Ren to Ren so instead Doc handed over the whiskey bottle earning him a wide smile from Ren. “My dude you are wasted! Renbob is smoking up with his friend, you are all drunk so I am the trip sitter?” Ren told him as he looked at the whiskey bottle. “I think you had enough Doc… I think I will hold onto this...”

Doc didn’t know if he did something right or not, but Ren was smiling at him. So all was right in Doc’s world, even if Ren had his whiskey. Doc’s drunken mind had a thought. Ren with whiskey down him, Doc licking it off him, the salty musk cutting through the smokiness of the drink. Doc couldn’t imagine a better chaser than Ren’s eager moans. It felt a little wrong to be thinking of his friend like that. He quickly changed his fantasy to Ren sitting happily in his lap, letting Doc nuzzle his ears and press kisses to them, making them flicker and Ren to giggle. He felt his face heat up as he imagined Ren leaning in to nuzzle noses with him. His day dream was broken by Ren giggling louder. “My dude you are bright red, you thinking some real good thoughts my dude, you wanna share with me?” He asked lowly, his voice like silk.

Doc couldn’t lie to the man. They were in their bed, their secret spot. He could tell him even though it made his face heat up. “… Fluffy… ears.” Doc admitted hanging his head in shame. He squirmed a little feeling like a kid again, admitting that he was the one who broke the washing machine down. In his defense he did put it back together, mostly. Sorta. He had been so sure in time he would have figured out where the timing circuit and belt was supposed to go. He grumbled and looked up at Ren, feeling like his tongue was too big for his mouth. He mumbled before speaking up again. “Soft…. Feels nice to touch.” He admitted shooting Ren a terrified look. The man’s rejection would be devastating. Doc felt raw like he was telling Ren his deepest secret.

Ren gave him a soft smile, fondness? Maybe amusement? He had no idea how to classify it. It was strange but good. It was happy at least. Doc stopped updating his records as trying to focus on all his notes was making his drunken mind swirl and he couldn’t make sense of it. He put the most important thing he could think of down. [ren pretty] before closing down his internal notes to focus on the man. Ren leaned in and whispered softly. “You want to know a secret DocM77?” He asked softly. “I like you petting me, it feels good.” He reached down and grabbed Doc’s hand, bringing it to his head between his ears. “Not like… always… bedroom good. Sometimes just… warm fuzzies you know? I like being petted by you my dude.”

Doc nodded. Warm fuzzies. He slowly rubbed his ear, trailing his thumb to the base and slowly massaged it. He could feel the man’s warmth soaked into his fingers. He grumbled lowly before he let out a noise as Ren climbed into his lap, trying to get closer to him and his fingers working his ear base. He found himself mumbling softly to him. “Shouldn’t….” He felt Ren freeze against him. Ren looked up confused, almost hurt. Doc found himself scrambling to explain himself, he hated seeing Ren like this. He had upset him, with his drunken stupidity and that was physically painful for Doc. “No. No … no.” He managed. “I… am… monster.” He tried to explain slurring badly. “I hurt… not made… for soft pretty… things. Only destroy. Creeper.” He rushed out quickly.

Ren’s face crumpled, and tears fell down his cheeks. “Oh Doc. My dude. You ain’t a monster. You would never hurt me.” He reached up to pull Doc’s hand so it cupped his cheek, his tears dripping down onto his skin. “Doc, if you want to touch me you can. I love feeling your nuzzles, pets and more. I thought you meant that I shouldn’t enjoy them because I should be better than that. But it is my body, I want my Doc to pet me. I want to feel you stroke my fur. If I didn’t like it, I would tell you.” Ren soothed. “Do you understand?” He asked softly. “I want my Doc Monster 77 to make me feel good and pet his Puppy.” Doc mutely nodded, his thumb brushing over Ren’s cheek bone, feeling the softness of his fur.

“Good. I think this time you deserve a reward this time… Did you know that you haven’t touched my fluffiest bit yet…” He slyly told him, tears finally stop falling and a smirk appeared on his lip as Doc looked at him wide eyed. “Why don’t you lie down Doc and I will let you feel it.” He promised softly.

Doc nodded, feeling like his head was swimming. He could do with a lie down, and getting to pet Ren was just the icing on the cake. He laid down, wriggling himself into the blankets and nuzzled the fabric, smelling them on it. He rolled to his side and opened his arm for Ren who moved to lie with his back to Doc’s chest. He gently gripped Doc’s wrist and moved his hand slowly and carefully. Ren slipped it under his shirt and pressed it to his chest and stomach. “See? Extra fluffy…” He quietly told Doc. “Just be real careful Doc, Imma ticklish and not in the good way. You keep your hand on my chest only.” He softly instructed. “I never trim my fur here so I bet it is all soft for you.”

Doc nuzzled his face into Ren’s neck, feeling the man shiver and tilt his head to let Doc get comfortable. Doc grumbled as he settled, not even bothering to hide his sighs of contentedness. Doc slowly and lightly dragged his fingers through Ren’s chest fluff, feeling how incredibly soft he was. Ren was right. This was so much better than his ears. Plus there was the added bonus was the feel of his thumping heart under his palm. Doc reminded himself that, it was okay for him to touch him. He wasn’t going to hurt or break him. His last thought before he passed out was how lucky he was to have Ren.

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Doc woke to a very sore head. He groaned painfully as his system woke up, letting him feel even worse. He pulled his face away from Ren, trying to remember how to feel alive and wondered if it was Ren’s fur in his mouth or if his tongue genuinely was fuzzy. He groaned softly making Ren giggle. Ren rolled over and gave him a soft smile and even better he didn’t speak. Doc closed his eyes for a second only to open them when Ren stroked his forehead, his cool fingers feeling like blessed relief on his warm skin. He whined softly as they were removed and the bed shifted as Ren got up, leaving Doc to his suffering. He was trying to bring up the will to go through his settings and lower some. He didn’t like messing with them at all. He could change so many settings and give himself all sorts of perks. But he didn’t. He refused to. Anything he had, he earned. Where was the challenge and reward if he used his cybernetic settings to make the grind easier? Doc worked for everything he had, honestly. It was the GOAT way. He opened his eyes as the bed shifted again and saw Ren had returned with a bottle of cold water and Doc decided that Ren was more than his best friend. He was his God. Doc would worship at his feet daily. No one could tell him otherwise.

Doc almost cried in relief as Ren carefully opened the bottle and held it to Doc’s mouth letting him sip at the blessed relief. Doc eventually pulled his head away and Ren capped the water bottle. Ren gently stroked Doc’s face, catching the drips of water that escaped him. He shivered a little as Ren doted on him. He was so lucky, he could only imagine what Bdubs would do… probably laugh at Doc and throw the bottle at his head. Etho would probably be in such a state too but he would walk around with his eyes closed, pretending he was fine. He couldn’t imagine letting anyone else see him this… weakened. He managed a weak but grateful smile up at Ren, and shamelessly opened his arms. He let out a grunt as Ren immediately moved to cuddle into him. He squeezed Ren close and felt well enough to try to nap for a little bit. He grumbled happily as Ren stroked his hair back and he let the gesture sooth him to sleep.

Doc woke up, a little disorientated. He hadn’t slept this long in a while. He blinked trying to orientate himself. He had a Ren dozing on his chest, a pair of drool soaked titties, his head hurt a little but it was fading, he could hear the rumble of the hyperdrive so they were back traveling. He moved his arm back around Ren and tried to process everything from the last day. His memory banks was a little scrambled from the drink, Doc scoffed at the new album he discovered that he had made which was just pictures of Ren with the title [<3] There was more than three images in the folder. He really had gotten drunk. He merged it with his current Ren folder and kept going through his memories. He found it a little embarrassing as he recalled fragments of his admittance to Ren and Ren’s reaction. He tightened his grip on the man. He was truly blessed.

Ren must have woke up from his squeezes because he blinked up at him before yawning up at him and treating Doc with the sight of all his teeth. He was sleep addled and gave him a soft smile. Doc took more photos of him, unable to resist how adorable sleepy Ren was. Ren leaned up and did something curious. He licked at Doc’s jaw, whining quietly. Doc was a little confused, was he dirty? Was it some sort of come on? Doc didn’t think he was up for a full session but the mind was willing even if the body was weak and spongy. He tilted his jaw, letting Ren have more access, who was he to deny Ren anything. He reached down to stroke Ren’s ears, scritching at the base. Ren pulled away flushed. “Sorry my dude… sleep brain you know.” He looked away, ears scrunching.

Doc used both hands to cup Ren’s jaw and gently encouraged him to meet his eyes again. Doc leaned in, his voice rough and grumbling. “Puppy. If you want to lick any part of me, go ahead. I really really don’t mind.” He told him, his thumbs tracing Ren’s jaw line. He felt the man relax in his grip, letting Doc to hold his head up. Doc leaned in and giggled happily as he felt a very wet tongue flick against his throat. “Yeah… see you are all good. Your Doc doesn’t mind.” He told him quietly before pulling away.
Ren gave him a wide smile, his ears perked up before giggling. “It is a canine hybrid thing. It is sorta how we… sorta say, hello, I respect you, yeah?” Ren admitted shyly, biting his lower lip and looking about nervously. “Sorta more familiar…” He looked up at Doc all flushed before giving Doc another lick before sitting back and fidgeting.

Doc was honoured that Ren trusted him to share that knowledge. The canine hybrids had been ever so secretive about so much and Ren told him. Doc didn’t have much of a definite cultural basis but he had some bits. He knew exactly what he wanted to do and it was a perfect time to do it. He could pass it off as the same. Doc smiled and leaned in. “Now Puppy, us creepers have something similar.” He told him only a little bit lying. It wasn’t a big lie… It was just… an understating. “Do you want to try it?” He asked, wanting to make sure.

Ren nodded rapidly. “Please Doc!” He sounded so excited, his tail was wagging furiously and the man was vibrating in place, unable to stop his excitement from showing though it was obviously he was doing his best to keep still. Doc found himself smiling at the man as he pulled him in close. He leaned in, watching Ren draw an eager breath in. He gently pressed noses with the man and nuzzled gently and slowly, keeping his eyes open taking in Ren’s slack expression of amazement.

Doc pulled away and smirked. “A little better than just booping your snoot, huh? Mutual snoot booping.” He whispered, feeling flushed. He tried to play if off as a joke, trying not to reveal to Ren how... intimate nose nuzzles was. He went red as Ren immediately went in for another, nuzzling noses with him so freely that Doc let out a groan. He grumbled happily. “I think we have time for some very thorough snoot booping before breakfast… Besides I owe you some licks.” Doc grumbled and rolled them over to pin Ren to the bed. “I don’t think I will start with your jaw though…” He lowered his face between his thighs. “How about right here?”

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The extended stay at GigaCorp fuel space station meant that Doc had a dozen new books downloaded to read all from the Hivemind. Most of them were trash, some made Doc cringed as he realised that it was part of the series that caused Ren so much pain. He still added the books to his reader folders, figuring at least he would know the bullshit that Ren was dealing with so Doc could see it easier. He had picked out the most interesting one, though interesting wasn’t accurate. It was an entirely dry journal about the observations of Victorian natural scientist who lived in the farthest remote North for a couple of seasons. The actual book he had written apparently never sold but his journals did for the strangest reason. It wasn’t because of his bland writing, Doc could tell anyone that. Instead he had documented the survival of a lone injured wolf, trapped by winter and the most unlikely friendship. Doc was amazed that he hadn’t heard of the book before. He had started reading a bit of it, before Ren joined him on the sofa, communicator in hand. Doc kept his laughter back as Ren lifted his arm up like a fence gate to get to his side and placed Doc’s arm around his shoulders. He found himself curling his arm closer and unbuttoned one of Ren’s shirt buttons and slipping his hand inside, his fingers brushing over Ren’s soft chest fur.

Doc paused after a stroke, worried that Ren was just being kind when he was drunk, that he didn’t want Doc’s touch, must lest somewhere so… intimate. He managed to hide his sigh of relief when Ren relaxed against him before he turned his head to lick Doc’s jaw before briefly nuzzling noses with him. Doc never realised how good it would feel to have someone’s easy acceptance of him and his quirks. He leaned in to rub noses with Ren again, unable to resist the man. He was rewarded with a happy smile and Ren melting against him. Doc sighed contently. He usually hated the time between worlds, always too excited to just relax. He wanted to get back to the grind. But right now? The grind could wait. He could take a moment for himself, there was a bit of him which had felt empty before was gone, it was filled up with a happy Ren, nuzzling noses with him. He managed to get back to his reading but his studies was broken with lazy nose nuzzles and jaw licks. Doc was often the one who broke it, he found himself failing to read more than a page before he found himself turning to Ren and gently lifting Ren’s head up for Doc to lean in and nuzzle noses for a couple seconds. Doc had given Ren a jaw lick back or two, making the man squirm so delightfully that Doc made a note to do it whenever he could just to make Ren look oh so flushed.

Sadly though, after a bit, Ren left him for a while to go talk to Renbob. Doc was then distracted by missing the solid warmth against his side. He looked up when Ren returned but Ren didn’t rejoin him. Instead he looked at Doc nervously before sidling strangely into the shower, looking at Doc guilty but embarrassed? Did Ren do something? Spilled something down him? Or did he get high with Renbob? He didn’t understand. He closed the story he was reading before trying to figure out what was wrong with Ren? It was near their sleep time anyway, he would get his answers one way or another. He heard the shower switch on and Doc decided to wait for his Puppy in the bed, feeling his trousers tighten at the thought of Ren in the shower soaping himself up. He rolled his eyes as he heard the radio being cranked up high, Renbob grooving to himself no doubt.

Doc headed to their bed and settled in, happy that the heavy curtains shut out the loud dueling sitars that Renbob had cranked high. To his surprise the shower switched off quickly. Ren did like his long showers much to Doc’s annoyance as the two hybrids would use up the entire hot water tank between them. It took him a week to realise that the only way he could be sure he would get a hot shower was to have it before the two woke up. He watched as a slightly damp Ren crawled into the bed. Doc reached down to give himself a squeeze taking Ren in. “Puppy wants to play? You need your snoot booped?” He asked lowly.

Ren moved quickly, climbing into Doc’s lap surprising the man. Ren looked determined and flushed. “Doc, you know what day it is tomorrow?” He asked quietly. Doc had to actually think for a second, he had been busy settling his hands on Ren’s bare hips, digging his claws in a little to pull him closer. Why was Ren asking about dates right now? He had a lap full of horny Puppy. He didn’t care about tomorrow, in fact he hoped that tomorrow never came because he hadn’t himself. He moved to distract Ren from his temporal questions to nuzzle noses with him. He groaned, bucking up as Ren did something new. Something no one had ever done before. He grabbed Doc’s horns and pushed his face away, making Doc throb hard against him. Doc never thought about someone else being in charge like this, he didn’t think he would like it. How he was wrong. How did he never realised that having someone touch him so confidently, so boldly, using Doc for their pleasure was so fucking good? Ren wasn’t afraid of him, Ren wasn’t afraid of touching his hybrid parts. Ren repeated his question, making Doc meet his eyes with a tug.

Doc grumbled as he tried think of what to answer, he was tempted to lie or deny knowledge just to see what Ren would do? He looked down into his Puppy’s eyes and mumbled the date confused how that was so important right now? He moved a little, not seriously pulling away but encouraging Ren to hold him tightly just like Ren trained him in the beginning. His little Puppy liked to play rough. He didn’t know it worked both ways. Ren chuckled lowly. “It is your birthday silly.” He told him looking so proud of himself. “And for your birthday…. I got you two gifts. Renbob is gonna take us to a nice hotel so you can eat pasta and sleep in Ravenger sized bed plus the one I found had a hot tub and a power shower, I got the manager to measure it, the shower head is high enough that you can stand in it. A full hot water tank all for you.” He gave him such a pleased smirk, having managed to pull it all off without Doc noticing. Ren leaned in, shivering.“But tonight is the first bit of your birthday present.” He reached back and grasped Doc, trailing his cock against him, making Doc groan as Ren felt slick and hot against Doc’s twitching cock. Doc wanted to buck up and buried himself deep. He could feel how Ren’s slick hole was twitching, almost as if it was kissing his cock head, begging him for it. Ren sounded strained, panting as he continued.“I got some hemp oil from Renbob and got myself all ready for you in the shower… So Birthday Boy… You wanna fuck me?”

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Doc honestly didn’t expect that. He had imagined doing all sort of things to Ren before. His favourites were the day dreams of Ren wearing just his Mindcrack tank top and an itty bitty pair of shorts grinding in his lap, performing for him. He did particularly loved the idea of fisting his length until he came over Ren’s face and chest. He would imagine the man would stink of his musk for hours after, maybe for days if Doc rubbed it into his fur like a sick man. He even had a new idea spawned from a moment not long ago, of Ren holding his horns as he fucked Doc’s mouth hard, encouraging Doc to take his length and swallow his seed. He never imagined he could fuck the man. He sorta forgot that there was way of doing it with another man. He hadn’t really had much prior experience and even his porn choices as a younger Doc was of women since it was easier to obtain. He could fuck his Puppy, watch Ren fall apart on his cock, hear the man howl and beg for him. No wonder Renbob had the music so loud. Doc flushed as he realised Renbob probably knew Doc was getting some right now. He flushed harder as he remembered where Ren said he got the lube from. He definitely knew. He helped. Birthday boy or not, tomorrow Doc was going to make him a pile of pancakes and then next week something more special, he vaguely remembered Renbob talking about how you could use weed to make butter or something? And then bake with it. Doc was certain he could master it and maybe something like brownies. It was the least Doc could do since Doc had a feeling the man was going to be listening to his radio a lot, now Doc realised this was an option. Doc felt himself throb in Ren’s grasp. “Puppy, if I ever, ever say no to that, please call X… His evil brother had replaced me with a clone. A stupid one at that.”

Ren scrunched his nose up. “Dude, no talking about X when I got your dick in my hand.” He complained, even as he stroked him slowly. “When we in our bed, all I wanna think about is you… No one else.” He told Doc softly. “All I need is my Doc and all I need to think about is how good he makes me feel and how to be the best Puppy I can be for him.” Ren simpered, obviously playing with Doc but Nether damn it, it was fucking working. Doc was sure he never been harder in life, step over Netherite, Doc was pretty certain he could break bedrock with his length. Doc realised that with Ren being all needy and struggling combined with their method of dealing with it, was giving Doc a kink or fetish for thinking that Ren was his! It made sense now. He just a fetish for being possessive over his bed partner. He would have to remember to advise someone of it if he ever took another. He didn’t like the thought of someone else though, he had Ren… sign the damn kink was at work again.

Doc finally broke himself of his stupor to grab Ren’s hips and growled loudly. “Hmmm, good Puppies shouldn’t be cock teases, they should be stuffed full of cock.” He told him and instantly regretted it as Ren gave him a smirk. It was only warning he got before Ren held his cock still before he pressed back and took half of his cock in one go. Doc hissed loudly as his length was surrounded by slick wet heat. “Oh fuck!” Was all Doc could manage, gritting his teeth as he tried not to cum instantly. This was his birthday present and he was doing to do his best to enjoy it. Plus if Ren thought he was only a one buck chuck, he might not be happy for a second round. He almost lost control again, when he looked up to see Ren holding himself still, face slack with pleasure. Doc could see the way Ren’s thighs trembled with effort. Doc tightened his grip on Ren’s hips and gently encouraged him to lean forwards.

Ren managed to keep Doc buried in him, as he lowered himself down onto Doc’s chest. His Puppy looked so good, so happy, so needy for him. He reached down to stroke Ren’s ear. “You… you ready?” He asked and at Ren’s nod, Doc shifted a little, feeling the sweet pleasure of his inner muscles fluttering around his length. “Nether, you feel good. Made for me aren’t you? Perfect taking my cock.” He groaned surprising himself, he never was vocal usually… at least the few times he did this, they were drunken or rushed things, a night in a hotel or even once a bathroom in the Nexus Hub. There was very little talking. During or after. Just what Doc preferred but Doc watched as Ren blushed a pretty pink as his words and even whimpered. Doc couldn’t help but continue to grumble as he rocked into his form. “You took me so good, all perfect. Such a good Puppy, hot, tight and slick. How long have you been imagining this? You been working yourself in the shower, fingering yourself open, imaging my cock buried in you.” He tried to focus on his words, anything to distract himself from how good it felt to rock into him. How close he was to losing it, and blowing his load deep in him. He could feel how worked up Ren was, his cock was pressed against Doc’s stomach, leaving sticky trails of precum on his skin as he rocked as Doc filled him. “You gonna cum on my cock, my pretty little Puppy all stuffed with his Doc’s cock.” He grumbled, feeling Ren’s hips buck against him. He could feel his knot pressing insistent against his stomach muscles, trapped between them and throbbing as Ren finally came with a howl.

Doc finally could focus on himself, the way Ren milked him, his slick muscles clenching around him, begging for more. He had only gotten half his cock in him. He rocked slowly, working himself up and finding what made his Puppy whine, and what made his cock twitch sending more cum over them. Doc hadn’t realised last time, or maybe it didn’t happen, just how much Ren came. His cock was staying hard and his knot inflated while Doc pressed more into his body. Doc couldn’t manage much more, didn’t want to press more in because Ren was making desperate noises. Doc worked a sweet spot in him with his cock, making sure to drag his cock against it after he found that if he hit it right, Ren whined and his cock would twitch hard between them. Doc could smell Ren’s tears against his chest before he felt them on his skin. Ren was oversensitive now but still Doc rocked and thrust into the man, drawing sobs from him as he couldn’t cum anymore but his cock and knot throbbed with each thrust. Eventually Doc couldn’t stop himself any longer, as much as he wanted to hear the desperate wet gasps of Ren, he held himself as deep as he had gotten and came with a grunt. He hugged Ren to him, stroking his head as they recovered. He felt Ren move to weakly nuzzle noses with him and Doc knew they were okay.

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The morning after was slow in the most perfect way. Doc woke up to Ren trying to suck his soul out of his cock and Doc didn’t know if he had a soul anymore but didn’t care. Ren could have anything he wanted from him. Doc was sure he could live without a soul and was happy to keep trying until Ren got it. He had made sure to record Ren as he worked his length, it took a while as Doc was distracted but Doc eventually realised that Ren was actually humming the happy birthday song as he swallowed him deep. Doc had to admit it was a strange sensation to cum while giggling but Ren carried on heedless of his amusement and licked him all clean with a pleased look on his face. Doc couldn’t help but pull the man up for some lazy nose nuzzles. Ren was beautiful as always sprawled over Doc, his tail wagging freely as they nuzzled and smiled at each other.

Eventually Doc managed to pull himself from the bed and dressed quickly. Renbob deserved something for his contributions for Doc’s birthday present. He headed to the kitchen and found himself humming happily himself as he turned the coffee machine on. He set it up for two cups and added what felt like the pound of sugar to Ren’s mug. He was sure is could just give the man some coffee flavoured syrup and Ren would be ecstatic. The mental image of Ren, all sticky with syrup and smiling up at him made him grumble as he imagined the man playing around in a paddling pool of syrup with nothing on but a smile. Doc was torn from his day dream by the coffee machine spluttering hot steam at him. He hissed and moved his hand away. He looked back to see Ren through a gap in the curtains, letting Doc see the man was getting ready for the day, searching for his boxers and the sight distracted Doc again as the milk steamed. It was just so easy to get lost watching the man, not just the pleasing stretch of his body or the way the light played across his fur but something was just Ren. Doc sighed as he was burned again but this time by spitting milk. He switched off the steamer and managed to focus on making them a drink instead of giving himself more burns.

Doc suddenly found it was all worthwhile as Ren gave him a grateful smile as Ren finally came out of their bed to take a cup off the side. Doc wondered if it was Ren’s natural luck or strong sense of smell which allowed him to just know what cup was his. He added it to his pondering theory list. He could always ask but where was the fun in that? He was brought out of his notes by Ren who stood on tip toe to lick his jaw before nuzzling noses with Doc. Doc hurriedly placed his own cup down to place his hands on Ren’s hips and squeezed them. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” He asked playfully. The pair hadn’t made actually talked this morning, Ren did had his mouth full for a while and Doc had been a little distracted by the hot slick milking throat he had been buried in. His voice was a little gravelly from lack of use and he could see Ren shiver as Doc leaned into grumble more, this time in his ear. “You said… last night was my birthday gift?” He backed Ren against the kitchen counters. “I am still the birthday boy.” He reminded him. “Maybe later….” He pressed his thigh between Ren’s, feeling the man’s hard length against him. “I wanna unwrap my gift again.”

Ren shifted away and looked down. “Renbob needs his breakfast. Pancakes?” Ren prompted suddenly. Doc pulled away confused. They fooled around before in the kitchen, even since they put up the curtains. Doc felt something cold wash through him. He realised it was the first time Ren pulled away from him. Did he say something wrong? Did he do something wrong? He thought last night was good. Doc could still remember the feeling of Ren’s knot throbbing against himself as he took as much as he could of Doc’s cock. Maybe that was it? Doc didn’t manage to get himself fully into Ren, Doc was blaming the angle and it being the first time they had done it, meant that Doc didn’t want to slam himself home, he didn’t want to hurt Ren… He had no idea what was going on and he could feel himself spiraling in his confusion. He was again pulled out of his worries by Ren reaching up and grasping Doc’s horns. He lowered his head, guided by Ren’s gently pull on them. He never had anyone really do this before and found himself obeying. Doc lowered his head confused until Ren leaned in to nuzzle noses with Doc, all slow and gave him a small smile. “Hey big guy, we should be at the hotel by noon for check in. I need to sort out my new plant beforehand.” Ren told him softly before letting go of Doc’s horns. “You start breakfast and lemme know when you need a hand clearing up.” He told him softly. “I might lie down though… I am all sore, someone did a number on me.” He giggled, tail swishing as Ren headed back to bed.

Doc couldn’t help but call out. “Want me to kiss it better?” He paused as he realised what he said. What he suggested. Doc found the idea didn’t disgust him. In fact, it excited him, his Puppy bent over a pillow all for him, slick with Doc’s seed and puffy from use. He could very much imagine him all red, dribbling cum down his balls as Doc spread his cheeks with his hands, exposing him. His Puppy would get all shy, hiding that pretty face, red with his blush but still whining oh so needy for him. Doc knew he couldn’t resist teasing his Ren, running his fingers through the cum escaping him and gathering it back up to rub against him, feeling the way his hole twitched so needy and greedy just like Ren. Almost sucking his fingers in, milking the tips like it would a cock. He now wished he got to stretch Ren out, slicking him up and watching his eager body open up for him, all for him. There might be next time for that. He couldn’t wait.

After taking his cock, Ren would be able to take his middle finger easy, all stretched and slick from Doc. He would take it real slow, filling Ren up with just one digit, feeling his desperate innards ripple around him, milking him for more. Doc would pull his finger out before finally giving Ren what he wanted, he needed. He would taste so good, musky with his cum and soft against his tongue. The eager moans and the wet sucking and licking noises would be so good, so filthy and hot as Ren pressed back shamelessly, needy. Once the man was hot, he had no hold backs. He didn’t care how wanton he sounded or seemed as long as he got to cum. Though Doc loved it when his knot popped and twitched and the man was so far in his pleasure, he just shivered, dry cumming and sobbing helplessly for Doc.

Doc couldn’t help but grumble lowly as he pulled himself from the fantasies to watch Ren give him a sultry smile, obviously imagining what Doc just did judging the slow lick of his lips Ren did. Ren was about to speak up, maybe take Doc up on his offer when Renbob spoke up, barely a whisper, sounding like he was mourning.“But my dudes…. Like my pancakes man…”

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Doc left Ren to deal with Renbob as he headed to the shower to get cleaned up. He still had dried… mess on his stomach in places. Last night he only wiped himself down, too blissed out to get up and get proper wipes. He did imagine scooping up and feeding it back to Ren, the man eagerly lapping it from his fingers moaning as Doc fed his Puppy his own cum. Maybe slicking his lips with it. He could imagine those pretty lips all slick with seed. He bet Ren would love it. Chasing after his fingers with that eager tongue of his. Doc could feel his cock twitch, half hard from thinking about Ren again. He was the birthday boy, perhaps after breakfast he could get another session in. He forced himself to focus on the shower, as the hot water ran out. He did have to get clean. He might be a monster but he wasn’t that disgusting that he would cook breakfast, covered in their… fluids. Dried or not. He for once too his sweet time in the shower, scrubbing himself down making sure he was spotless though the idea of replacing their scents was a little… painful. He justified it by telling himself it was perfect excuse to get rescented and soon. He would have thought smelling of dog would have been annoying but he liked Ren’s scent on him. It was musky and woodsy and wild. Just like the man himself.

Doc eventually stepped out the shower as the water turned cold. He dried and dressed, heading out to sadly see his tactics failed. Renbob was even waiting on the sofa. Doc gave him the most apologetic smile he could muster and moved to gather all the ingredients for pancakes. He turned around to see both of the hybrids sitting on the sofa watching him curiously. He snorted. “I am the birthday boy and you two are putting me to work?” He teased and was so happy he had been recording because the pair both did a synchronised head tilt and gave him such a similar smile. Doc could actually tell they are related for once.

Renbob spoke up, sounding dazed and happy. “Like, happy birthday my dude.” He told him and to Doc’s surprise, the man got up and fumbled on the sofa. He eventually found what he wanted and held out small wrapped gift. The wrapping paper looked like it was all natural unbleached brown paper and it was tied with hemp string. The brown paper had been doodled on with little stick persons, that if Doc squinted, could sorta tell that it was the three of them giving birthday wishes and pancakes. He couldn’t help but think it was adorable. The man had tried his best to make the paper look interesting and Doc was certainly thinking about using the photos to make a background out of it.

Doc unwrapped it carefully and placed the wrapping to the side, knowing the hippy would like to recycle or reuse it. Nothing went to waste here. It was impressive and it was something Doc found himself admiring about the hippy. He was creative and ingenious when it came to reusing or reducing personal usage of products and waste. “Thank you.” Doc told him before he lifted the inner box lid. He paused, staring at the content for a second or two before smiling widely. “Is that what I think it is?” He asked as he sorted the parts out. He didn’t know how the man had gotten a full set of GigaCorp propriety bolt unlockers. It was even illegal to ask about them. The big corporation had developed their own custom bolt heads to lock their products shut. They claim it was to stop dupers and copy right infringes but really it was an attempt at killing the second hand market. You couldn’t fix a GigaCorp product or find spare parts. You had to buy new from GigaCorp again and again… and again. The major company had even managed to get laws passed to protect their interests.

Renbob grinned proudly. “”Never let the Man, bring you down Doc! Keep fighting the good fight, you are all about freeing knowledge my man. Like you and the Hivemind is saving us from the companies, like stopping them stealing and hiding the universe’s secrets and hoarding them for money man? What an evil. Hoarding knowledge, stopping advancement for profit, like man. We live in the same universe, why can’t we work to better it, man. You and your Hiveminds fight that, you free the information! A true freedom fighter!” He declared and stumbled toward Doc and gave him a hug.

Doc managed to decypher what Renbob had been saying and he found himself blushing a little as he felt proud, pleased and respected. He never thought of it like that. Him and the Hivemind building their projects was from their innate need to develop, build and better designs and projects. He always did draw attention to their work and they had helped the community grow with new designs, new techniques, new ways you could do it yourself for cheaper.. He never really realised what other people might see it as. He brought his arms up and hugged Renbob back giving him a squeeze. “Naw man, it is all good. I mean…” He didn’t know what to say to that. His attempts at brushing off was cut by a deep growl. Doc let go of Renbob and turned to see Ren sitting there looking agitated, ears pinned back, upper lip pulled back showing fangs. Doc could see the way Ren had buried his claws into the sofa cushion. Doc was confused. Did something happen? Did Ren have a day dream turned nightmare?

Renbob was apparently not bothered by the glare his family member was leveling at him. Even when Ren approached Doc and hugged him hard. Ren wiggled in Doc’s grasp against him. He pressed against Doc very deliberately. “Birthday boy should get more hugs from his best friend shouldn’t he?” Ren asked, finally turning his attention to Doc, leaning on his tip toes to nuzzle noses before licking his jaw slowly.

Renbob was apparently amused by Ren’s antics and intimate gestures. The man spoke up giggling. “Best mates you mean?” He corrected, teasing. He was watching the pair through lidded eyes and had a strange look on his face. “You two look like good mates, man.” He commented giving Ren a pointed look to Doc’s confusion.

His confusion didn’t resolve when Ren spoke up. “Friends. We are best friends Renbob. Why don’t you go back to the front and we will cook you up some pancakes.” Ren firmly told him, sounding strained and tense. Ren sounded unhappy? Maybe it was a cultural thing? A canine hybrid term or slang meaning a lesser friendship? Doc didn’t know. But he knew Ren was unhappy, and shoved his confusion away to try to help Ren. Doc leaned in to give Ren’s jaw a lick, figuring it might deescalate the situation a little and make Ren happy. Ren did slump a little against him, tail wagging behind him. Doc was distracted by the sight that he almost missed Renbob making a happy noise before disappearing behind the bead curtain.

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The hotel was swanky. It was obvious that Ren had spent a number of credits on booking a room here. Adorning the ceiling were chandeliers dripping with etched crystals. The carpet was deep that you sunk an inch into it with every step. Doc followed Ren into the swanky lobby, taking in all the gold trim and solid marble. Doc already had taken photos to share with the group. He knew some of the builders love this design. They joined the queue to check in and was grateful that the hotel checking clerk was fast, soon at the front desk ready to check in. They hadn’t bothered with any luggage, since they were only staying the night. Ren gave them his best cheeky smile. “Hello there… We are here for a room.” He requested, his colourful accent and warm charm out of place in the coldly rich room.

The smile drained from the clerk’s face as they looked at Ren, their eyes flicking up and down him, in a cruel measuring look. They shifted uneasily and stared at the pair after another pass before the clerk narrowed their eyebrows in almost disgusted way. “We do not rent room by the hour.” The clerk hissed. “There is a more suitable motel in the next Quadrant you can… do your business at.” They lifted their nose in the air as if they smelt something bad and with that Doc was ready to throw down. How dare the small minded bigoted posh moron immediately think Ren was a sex worker and Doc was his client. It wasn’t the whole thing about being mistaken as a sex worker. No, it was the stereotyping of that. Doc was going to cause a scene, he could feel an angry hiss build up inside of him but Ren spoke up.

“Oh no, I have a booking under Rendog?” He smoothed over as if the clerk wasn’t a bigot. Doc wanted to gather him close and hold him against him. The way Ren acted, told Doc that Ren had dealt with this again and again and had became numb to it. Doc so wanted to make a scene. Blow up at the moron, make them regret even thinking about Ren. But Ren looked meek, so done, so not Ren that Doc bit his tongue. He wanted to get Ren out of here, and away from the queue behind them, so regal and yet staring at the floor, obviously not wanting to get involved. He wanted so badly to rage and snarl and snap. But it would just prove people’s belief in hybrids. He was already getting side looks as the queue realised that it had slowed down as the clerk did their very best to find any reason to refuse them the room. Ren had to dig out his ID and Nexus papers. Doc had to quell the rush of anger at the fact the man was just carrying them about. His own Nexus papers were buried in a box somewhere, it was only used normally for serious serious things. Like signing to a new Admin or something. Not for renting a hotel room for a night. Eventually they got the key card and Doc couldn’t stop himself, he reached down and grasped Ren’s hand.

Ren looked up surprised. Doc didn’t have to ask him but he knew exactly what Ren was thinking. Ren who just got accused of being a sex worker, Ren who had so many people’s stare upon him. Ren who had dropped his ears and stilled his tail. Ren who stared at their joined hands, looking like he couldn’t believe that Doc would touch him so in public. Doc leaned in to gentle nuzzle noses with Ren before he gave his jaw a quick lick, not caring about the other guests and their mutterings. He did turn red when he noticed a creeper hybrid in the crowd and tried not to meet his eyes as he let Ren pull him towards the restaurant for their dinner.

Doc was ready for a fight, his face must have said it because the head waiter took their appearance in but then saw Doc’s glower. The man’s mouth falling shut with a clack. The man visibly gathered himself up and straightened his stupid tie. The act making Doc grin, flashing fangs and he was pleased when the man swallowed smelling of bitter fear. It was petty but the hotel started it first, treating Ren like he didn’t deserve this place, couldn’t afford this place. Doc kept a hold on Ren’s hand, giving it a squeeze as they were finally led to a table by the silent man. Doc didn’t care that it was a back booth, it suited him fine. It reminded him of their bed, enclosed and dimly lit. Doc could have, should have let go of Ren’s hand. It was a little silly of them to sidle into their seats with their fingers still entwined. Neither of them wanted to let go however, so they just lifted their arm and made due.

Doc realised that by the warm candle light, Ren looked even more pretty. The warm light catching lighting him so pleasingly. He squeezed his hand, feeling Ren squeeze back. He barely could give the waiter any attention as he dropped off the menus. The pair already knew what they wanted to order however. The wait for their food was spent mindlessly chatting about whatever, the pair could always find a topic to discuss or go over one of their favourites. Eventually the food came, steak for Ren and a large dish of mushroom pasta for Doc. Doc ate one handed, slowly and enjoying each mouthful of rich meaty carbs. He paused when he caught Ren’s eye. He felt a strange urge in him. It wasn’t… wrong so Doc held out a forkful. “You wanna try?” He asked softly and something inside him was pleased when Ren leaned in and ate off his fork. Doc quickly refilled it and held it out.

Ren flushed pleased and moved next to Doc in the booth and ate eagerly, messily, sauce escaping him. Doc placed his fork down and used his thumb to capture it and pressed it back into Ren’s mouth, feeling the man sucking on his digit. He gasped, eyes darting to the booth entrance, the rest of the restaurant as similar dimly lit so unless a waiter with night vision potion active came by, it was unlikely that anyone would see the way he fucked his thumb into Ren’s mouth. He knew he was safe, the waiter hadn’t came back after dropping their meals off once, not even to refill their glasses or check if they were okay, but that was good. Doc didn’t want anyone near them, not with the hungry way Ren was worshiping his fingers. The fork lay forgotten as Doc scooped pasta up with his fingers, dripping with garlic and mushroom cream sauce and fed it to Ren. Doc could feel himself throb and knew he had to get them out of it before they just fucked over the table, because knowing his luck the waiter would turn up just as he got inside him and Doc had a feeling it wouldn’t stop him.“Puppy, bed.” Doc ordered standing up, tugging at his lab coat to try to cover the bulge he was sporting.

Ren was eagerly following, fishing out his payment stick and hurriedly managed to find a waiter to get the bill paid. He tucked himself against Doc’s side as they rode the lift to the room. He kept shooting Doc hungry looks. “Can’t wait Doc.” He whined, rocking on his heels. “Don’t worry I will head off after and let you have that all bed and shower all alone.”

Doc found himself tightening his grip on Ren’s hand. “Alone?” He felt cold… the idea of sleeping alone away from Ren physically hurt. “But… it is my birthday.” He weakly told him, not caring if it sound pathetic. He wanted Ren. It was his birthday. “What if I want my Puppy during the night?” He rushed out, trying to frame it like he just wanted to get off not that he really just craved the man’s presence.

Ren stood up on his tip toes just outside the hotel room and nuzzled noses with Doc. “Well, if my Doc needs me, I am all his.”

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Doc didn’t even wait for the door to shut behind them before he had Ren against it nuzzling against his throat. The way Ren just melted, tilted his head letting Doc mouth at his pulse. Doc had so many urges right now. To bite down and mark him as his. To suckle marks into his skin. To nip and bite and draw blood, hear Ren gasp and beg for more. He growled pleased as Ren grabbed his horns forcing his mouth closer. Thankfully Doc had enough control not to clamp down and mark the man brutally but it was a near thing. He kissed his heated skin, hearing his eager mewls of pleasure, his stuttering voice calling his name as he writhed against him. Doc growled louder as Ren tugged his head up, Doc followed eagerly to find Ren kissing him. Doc hadn’t experienced this before but he could see why humans liked it. He found himself rutting against Ren’s hip as the man licked into his mouth.

Doc could taste the pasta and steak and Ren. He copied Ren’s actions and soon had his hand on Ren’s jaw as he kissed the man desperately. He pulled away to try to catch his breath, kissing was good but he needed oxygen. He panted as Ren pressed his face into his heavy chest, nuzzling his pecs and moaning, peppering kisses against his hot flesh. Doc groaned lowly and pulled away. “Come on, you promised me a Ravenger sized bed.” He reminded him, walking through the strange living room. It was… fancy but cold. No signs of life or family dotted about and it made Doc feel like he had broken into somewhere he shouldn’t be. He reached back and sighed in relief as Ren grasped his hand, letting him know that he wasn’t alone in this. He found the bedroom and admired the massive bed. It was enormous, filled with silk sheets and plump pillows.

Ren moved to turn the lamps on, lighting the place softly. The dim warm light was so much like their bed back in the RV, Doc felt a little comforted by it and gave Ren a grin. “They were kidding about the size huh? We gonna let lost in it.” He commented. Doc paused for a second before realising. They were alone, properly alone. He was the birthday boy. He had Ren all to himself. He took the man in, seeing the slow wag of his tail, the perked up ears and the happy look on his face and Doc couldn’t help but take a picture. He saved it and slipped off his lab jacket. He dropped it to the floor and laughed at Ren’s expression. “What? It is just my arms Puppy?” Ren honestly looked like he was going to melt down. “You like my arms?” He realised as Ren squirmed.

Ren was so red and when Doc flexed to test his theory, Ren let out a low moan as he took him in. Suddenly he realised that maybe those magazines was for something else. Ren didn’t seem to be that interested in working out, despite Doc’s best attempts at showing him what to do. Every time he did a demonstration, Ren would get it all wrong and Doc’s guidance usually ended up with Ren bucking into Doc’s hand, grinding his leaking cock against his palm until the man came with a cry. Or if Ren managed to let him get his work out in, Ren would pretty much pounce him the second he was done. He wouldn’t even let him shower, Ren would just sink on his knees and snuffle him happily as he sucked his cock. Doc felt a little silly for not realising that Ren was into it, just like Doc was into being possessive. He slowly tucked his thumbs into his waist bands and dropped his trousers and boxers, loving the eager whine the man did at the sight of him all bare.

Doc stepped out of his shoes and clothes and climbed up on the bed, the sheets were cool and soft against him. He felt like he was suspended in the air by how soft the bed was. He looked over to see Ren at the base, staring at him so eager, so needy and Doc felt so wanted. Hostile mob and hybridness and robotics on show. There was no pretending he wasn’t what he was and it was so fucking good. Doc was showing Ren everything he was and there was no disgust, no hatred, no barely tolerance in those eyes. There was pure hunger and need. Ren wanted him. Ren wanted every inhuman inch of him. Every bolt and claw. Doc’s cock was aching so hard. He fisted it slowly, dragging a hissing grumble from himself and a moan from Ren. “Come to bed Puppy.” He purred lowly, as his hand circled his dripping tip.

Ren’s eyes was drawn to where his precum dripped down his fingers, making the metal glisten. Doc bucked a little as he saw Ren lick his lips. He held his fingers out, slick with his arousal. “You wanna taste?” Doc asked lowly. “You are so eager for me aren’t you? You love my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” He cut himself off as Ren scampered to him and sucked on his fingers desperately. He was always so messy and eager, drooling down his own chin as he fucked himself on Doc’s fingers, using his tongue to trace the metal joints, desperately searching for every drip of his musk. Doc couldn’t help but record the obscene way Ren sucked on his fingers, not caring that it was his prosthetic. He pulled his wet fingers out. “All slick to fuck you open with.” He purred, watching Ren go wide eyed and panting. “Get yourself a pillow and bend over for me. I wanna open you up.”

Doc reached into the bedside cabinet and rolled his eyes as he found complimentary lotion. Of course it was water based. They didn’t sell rooms by the hour or to canine hybrids without a fight but they provided free lube. He grumbled lowly and rolled over, only to find himself breathless. Ren was bent over a pillow, very much eager and begging for it. He had only lowered his trousers and boxers enough to expose himself, they were hanging around his thighs. Always so rushed and so eager for touch. Ren was shameless and Doc loved it about him. Doc carried his prize over and grasped Ren’s hip with his metal hand, feeling Ren shiver before groaning. Doc chuckled. “I got you.” He told Ren and managed to get the lotion lid off.

Ren let out a breathy noise, cocking his tail for him. “Always.” He told Doc and hid his face against the cool sheets. Doc gave his hip a squeeze. Even though he wanted to watch Ren take his metal fingers, see the soft pink hole twitch around his cold metal fingers, Doc didn’t want to risk hurting him. He poured a little of the lotion out and paused. He looked at his fingers before shoving them into his mouth and quickly chewing them blunter. He pulled them out and dipped them into the pool of creamy lotion on the blankets. He traced one over Ren, holding his hip firmly as Ren bucked already. He grumbled lowly. “Easy Puppy, just breathe. I got you.” He dipped his finger against him, circling and pressing lightly, feeling the muscle give and soon he had his finger buried in him. He had planned on going slowly but he was too worked up. He wanted to be buried deep in Ren. Besides they had the room all night, he could go slowly later, maybe actually live that fantasy of his. Doc pressed another finger him, stretching him quickly.

Ren bucked back panting and begging for him already. Doc pulled his fingers out and used the extra lotion to slick his cock up. Doc had to do one thing first. He grabbed Ren’s trousers and boxers and pulled them off him. Doc grabbed the bottom of Ren’s shirt and began lifting it up. Ren suddenly jerked away, growling and panicking. Ren shouted suddenly, holding onto his shirt tails desperately shaking at the head of the bed.“DIORITE!”

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Doc’s brain took a second or two to process what Ren was saying but it didn’t matter. The sight of Ren, his best friend, his Puppy, looking at him so scared… like Doc was a monster, Doc just collapsed, trying to make himself smaller. He lowered his eyes, trying to make himself seem as non threatening as possible. “Ren?” He whimpered, his voice strained and cracking. His throat felt tight and his chest ached. His panicking mind vaguely took in the fact that his hands was shaking against the bed top. He had no idea what he did, he just wanted to find how to make it right. He dared to look up at Ren. He had to know, see for himself how Ren was doing. If it was helping. If he wasn’t. He had to.

Ren was clutching a pillow and quietly crying into it. He was the picture of misery and Doc let out a whine. He slowly crawled closer, keeping himself low until he was in front of Ren. Ren met his eyes, as big fat tears spilled down his cheeks. “Doc, I am sorry dude.” He managed to tell him, if Doc was distraught, Ren was far worse. He was rocking a little as he spoke. His ears scrunched to his skull as he whined softly. “Doc… It isn’t you.” He rushed out and reached out to grab his horns, using them to pull him closer. Doc obeyed instantly, letting Ren guide his head into his lap. The pillow was promptly discarded in favour for Ren to cling to Doc’s head, sobbing wetly into his hair.

Doc pressed kisses to Ren’s thighs slowly, not trying to pleasure the man but desperately wanting offer some comfort. Doc was confused as he tasted tears on his skin and realised that is was from him. He was crying. He didn’t cry but he wasn’t crying for himself. He was crying for Ren and that was okay? Doc didn’t deserve his own tears but Ren? Ren who met the world with a smile and laugh? Despite the bullshit it threw at him? Despite the stupid bigots he dealt with? Doc could feel for the man, cry for the man. He deserved so much better, that the world had treated him so bad to the point where even alone with his best friend in a hotel, he had moments of pain like this. Doc didn’t know what had happened but Ren could tell him in his own time, when he felt ready. Doc’s concern was getting Ren okay again, not answering the million questions Doc had. Doc reached up and grasped Ren’s hand. “It is okay, darling.” He grumbled between kisses. He could feel the way Ren was squeezing his hand for dear life. “I got you.” He repeated, knowing it was true for as long as Ren needed him.

Ren snuffled loudly and pulled his head away to mumble. “Always. Sorry… Fuck I don’t deserve you man.” He whispered using his free hand to swipe at his eyes. At last the body trembles ended, the man sinking back into the pillow pile and sniffing softly. “Doc… Fuck sorry. I can’t… Sorry. I ruined your birthday man. I was gonna make it so good for you and my stupid fucking brain!” He growled at the end, eyes darting about in his annoyance. He lifted his wrist up and began worrying the fur on it with his teeth. Doc had never seen him this… upset at least not this fast. Usually there was the gradual build up. The unsettled to the uneasiness to the unstableness. Ren just skipped everything straight to bad.

Doc could see he was working himself up to a level 7 already and Doc grasped his wrist carefully. He pulled it away from his mouth and brought it up to his own. Doc pressed soft kisses to the now roughly chewed fur. “Ren. I am with my best friend in the entire universe.” He whispered, rubbing his wrist against his face, trying to soothe the man. “Happy or sad, you are my best friend. Everything else doesn’t matter. It is you, that does. This is not a conditional friendship. That you have to have certain parameters or variables to fulfill to be my friend.” He found himself whispering. “You just need to be yourself. That is my Rendog. My best friend.” Doc cringed worriedly as he saw Ren was crying again, soft sniffles, making his shoulders hitch up and down as the man silently sobbed. Doc was worried he had messed up again.

Ren clung to him, throwing his arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. “I am so lucky Doc to have you.” He whispered, nuzzling into his neck. He cried quietly against Doc as Doc rubbed his shoulders and arms making sure not to brush his shirt too much. Doc still didn’t know what triggered Ren but he wasn’t risking it. The man was hurt. He was healing. He needed comfort not questions. Ren slowly stopped crying and leaned in to lick at Doc’s jaw. Doc tilted his head letting Ren take what he needed from him. He moved them slowly so Doc was laying on his back and Ren was perched on top of him, face nuzzling into his throat and jaw. Doc brought his arm up to gently pet Ren’s ears, feeling the man relax instantly. Doc quietly grumbled to him and Ren leaned in to nuzzle noses with him. “We are good, aren’t we?” He quietly asked, sounding so worried. “Sorry.” He immediately blurted out, sounding guilty. His ears scrunched back instantly, pulling away from Doc’s touch.

Doc gently lowered his hand to touch them lightly. “Hey, it is okay. You did nothing wrong.” He told him earnestly as he could. “These things happen, you know? It is why we have the tap out word.” He leaned in to lick at Ren’s jaw, and smiled as the man giggled quietly. His ears perking up and his tail slowly wagging back and forth a couple times before it stilled as Ren was hit with other emotions. “In case either of us needs a break or a moment to ourselves.” He quietly finished as he pulled away. Doc could see Ren was slowly evening out, his breathing deepening, his ears relaxing, his body stilling. He could see the exhaustion on his face, the way the man was slowly blinking, as if opening his eyes after each blink was getting harder to do so.

Ren even sounded sleepy as he replied. “You? I don’t think you are weak like me?” He told him, making Doc’s heart clench. Ren thought he was being weak? For living his life and carrying on despite his mind torturing him regularly? Did Ren not know how strong that actually made him? Doc took years to get himself functioning after the incident with Dinnerbone. He knew how something like that could echo through your life, scarring everything before and after. He found himself flexing his robotic fingers.

Doc hummed quietly. “You are the strongest person I know.” He whispered quietly. “Sometimes to carry on living, fighting for your happiness, fighting for your peace is the hardest thing to do. It is so easy to let bad things define who you are. You are not a bad person, simply a person who had bad things happen to them.”

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It didn’t matter that they had a big bed, the pair stayed curled around each other. Doc refused to let Ren drift away from him. His Puppy needed him. He needed his Puppy. Doc couldn’t sleep however. Ren was having a real rough night. Every hour, he would slip out of sleep and whimper, his face would twist up, not with anger. Doc’s heart twists as he realised that Ren’s dreams left him helpless. Anger was a luxury of the powerful. The truly powerless couldn’t afford to show anger, they were helpless. They just had to accept the situation. They couldn’t change it, they couldn’t show their displeasure. They just… had to take it. At some point… someone had made Ren feel helpless. Someone had taught Ren that he was powerless and it made Doc growl, bare his fangs at the very thought. He clenched his hands, claws digging into his palm until Ren stirred again, whimpering and his hands reached out blindly. Doc grabbed Ren’s hands and pulled them to his face. He kissed his fingers, nuzzling against his hands, grumble hissing and cooed softly. “Shhh, it is okay Ren. I got you. It is your Doc.” He told him and watched Ren’s face slacken, as Ren settled down and fell back into deep sleep.

Doc sighed in relief as he watched Ren doze against him, quietly snuffling against Doc. Doc carefully petted his ears, wishing that he had a soggy chest from Ren’s drooling, not from his nightmare tears. He leaned down to kiss his forehead and tried to at least get an hour of sleep himself. He made sure Ren was safely tucked against him before he closed his eyes. He woke about 92 minutes later. Ren was asleep against him still. His face was twitching a little and Doc leaned in concerned until he felt Ren’s leg twitch against him. He was concerned it was another nightmare until Ren let out a gasping moan of Doc’s name and shifted, Ren’s hard cock sliding wetly against Doc’s hip. Doc smirked as he realised his Puppy was having a good dream about him. Good. Ren deserved some good dreams, especially as it was of him. His Puppy dreaming of his Doc. The perverse possessive kink of his was definitely enjoying it.

Doc swallowed as an idea came to mind. As much as he wanted to cup Ren and let the man grind his way to an orgasm. He was asleep. He couldn’t tap out, he couldn’t say yes. He couldn’t look at Doc so eager and begged so sweetly for more… But Doc could influence him a little. He leaned in and grumbled lowly. “You being a good Puppy for me?” He asked quietly, curious if Ren could hear him. His theory was proven correct as Ren whined lowly, his hips bucking against Doc’s thigh. Doc grumbled pleased. “Oh yes, very very good boy aren’t you?” He looked about flushed as he realised that Ren wouldn’t remember this even he was hearing him, he could feel the way the man rubbed against his thigh and dripped needy over his skin, making it sticky.

Doc couldn’t resist the dirty little voice inside of him. The perverse little kink of his whispering such delicious sounding smut. He looked around again, feeling a little guilty and shameful as he gave into it. It was odd though, he wasn’t hard. He did feel a little arousal from Ren rubbing against him but he was tired. He couldn’t help but lean down and whisper in Ren’s ear. “All mine aren’t you? Doc’s Puppy.” He hissed out shamefully for giving into his kinks while Ren was asleep. “Doc’s Rendog.” He repeated looking about as if someone was going to jump out of the wardrobe to tell on him. He bit his lip. “My Everything.” He moved his head away quickly, knowing that his face was bright red for even saying that. He was sleep deprived and depraved it seemed. He swallowed a couple times before he brought up the courage to lean in again. “… Aren’t you?” He whispered. Now that made waves of something wash through Doc. Warm, pleasure settling in his stomach, his cock finally responding, plumping up.

Ren must have been close because he was moaning softly, gasping Doc’s name and begging with eager little whimpers. He softly moaned. “Yessssss.” At Doc’s prompting which made the man grin with dark relief. The curl of warm possessiveness washing through him. His Puppy was his. His Everything. All his. He found himself reaching down to cup himself, stroking his hard cock as his brain played out a silly idea, a stupid fantasy. This plush hotel maybe wasn’t for his birthday. But for their bonding ceremony. Ren being officially his. Carrying his Puppy up over the threshold and oh dear Nether, getting his Rendog in bed, letting him and claim. He got the urge to do so, so many times. To mark that pretty flesh up. To nip and claim him proper. He would be so eager, panting. Doc’s cock throbbed hard as he imagined Ren grabbing his horns and using them to pull Doc close to demand his bite, his claim, to be his Everything proper. He was so damn close, imagining Ren begging him to bite, begging to be claimed as his. As if he would deny his Puppy anything. He bucked harder into his touch. Maybe he would let Ren sit in his lap, to take him like that. Let Ren control the speed, the depth and his head.

Doc found himself day dreaming easily. Ren would be so good like that, in charge. All soft and smug, talking all dirty to him, he could imagine the way Ren would giggle so pleased. He would be all soft, so sweet, so pleased. All smart looking from the ceremony. A little drunk from the wine. A little tipsy and Doc ached so hard in his own hand as he imagined Ren unbuttoning his shirt slipping it down slowly over one shoulder, exposing his shoulder and throat. He could very much imagine Ren running his fingers over the newly revealed fur, giggling. “You wanna claim me Doc? Gonna bond bite me here?” He would ask running his fingers over his pulse spot. “Or maybe a little lower.” His fingers trailed over his shoulder.

Doc would be helpless. “Where ever you want?” It was the only answer he could give. Ren agreeing to be his. Only his. He had everything he ever wanted in his lap. Stuff like where the bite was gonna happen, was up to Ren. Doc just wanted to claim him. He wasn’t fussy or wanting to be fashionable. He wanted his Everything. To let everyone know, Ren was his. Doc would grip his hips, claws digging into his softness. Ren would giggle so pleased at him and it would be all worthwhile when Ren bared his throat for him and Doc would bite claim him and…. Doc groaned lowly as his cock twitched in his hand, his seed spurting over his milking hand and stomach.

Doc opened his eyes, panting hard to see Ren lying next to him, wide awake. Ren gave him a smile. “Morning Doc. Did you sleep well?” He asked, playing innocent as if Doc wasn’t recovering from the hardest orgasm of his life.

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Doc stared at Ren not sure if he should apologise, if he should pretend he forgot how to speak or just see about that black hole jumping option again. He let go of himself bright red. He quickly smeared his mess onto the silk sheets. “I… I…” He was so guilty, his stomach was roiling with it. Ren had tapped out and was upset, trying to sleep and Doc was busy jacking off instead of helping him to feel better. Doc cringed as he remembered his fantasy, the Ren perched on his lap, his shirt pushed down, looking up at him so teasingly. Doc let out a pained whined. It made it so much worse. He had been thinking of Ren, making him into something he wasn’t for Doc’s pleasure… did that make him any better than those bigots who saw him as a sex toy or something. Was Doc any better? Or worse? Because Doc knew better but he still was thinking about Ren like that…

Doc opened his eyes to see Ren had settled into his lap, uncaring about his spend getting on him as Ren leaned in to grasp his horns, making Doc meet his eyes. Doc was certainly remembering all the details from his fantasy as Ren unknowingly re-enacted it for him. He swallowed heavily as Ren leaned into nuzzle noses slowly. “Dude, I didn’t mean to make ya feel bad. It is all good. I left you all hanging last night and you hadda take care of it.” He whispered. “Sorry about that my dude, I mean I will make it up for you, really make your birthday special you know?” He told Doc quietly.

Doc nuzzled noses back. “Don’t worry about it.” Doc replied, he was still filled with guilt for the fantasy still. “It isn’t uh… transactional. I mean… I like… having fun.” He stumbled over his words and placed his hands on Ren’s bare thighs, he watched his thumbs run through Ren’s soft fur. “But… it isn’t why I like you.” He tried to tell him, trying to sort his own feelings out but he was struggling with his own guilt. He didn’t know if he was reassuring Ren or if he was reassuring himself. He looked up when Ren leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. The kiss was brief, sweet and pulled Doc out of his self hate. Doc brought his hand up to cup his jaw, chasing after his lips to kiss him again. It was less of a sexy thing, it was more of a reconnecting, a more reassuring gesture. Doc pulled away enough to nuzzle noses with him before leaning his forehead against Ren’s. He found himself a little shy. “Hi.” He mumbled.

Ren giggled delightfully making Doc grin back. “Hey handsome, fancy meeting you here?” He teased. “I was going to ask if you come here often… but…” He gave that happy giggle of his before running his fingers against Doc’s stomach and smearing his seed against his skin. “I think you do.” He joked, and Doc felt like he could relax. Ren wasn’t upset. Ren was joking about it. Ren was Ren. A little less smiley, a little more tired, a little more quiet but that was okay. It was his Ren. Doc leaned into nuzzle noses again unable to resist. His Puppy was just too adorable. He couldn’t not.

Ren pulled away and squirmed a little bit. He swallowed and looked like he was strengthening himself. He looked down and grabbed Doc’s hands, squeezing them. He opened his mouth and closed it. He opened his mouth again and finally found his voice. “Doc… Igotscars.” he blurted out quickly, unable to meet his eyes and stared at their joined hands instead. His ears was scrunched tight to his skull and he made little distressed whines, each utterance made Doc’s heart twist.

Doc replayed it in his head a couple of times. “You… have scars?” He repeated quietly. He couldn’t stop himself from spiralling. Scarring was rare in their world. With regeneration and respawns it was rare for someone to be scarred. Scarring only occurred if the incident that happened was so traumatic that is changed their very code. That it fractured their very being. It was almost taboo to even acknowledge that someone had scars or sever injuries like prosthetics. Of course there were some exceptions. Scar even changed his name to sorta gain control over it. He couldn’t hide his, his scar was thick across his face after all. Doc had only seen the man shirtless a few times and knew he had the scars littered all over, criss crossing his skin.

But Ren had scars? His Puppy had been hurt deeply? Something had damaged his very being? His code? Doc pulled Ren close and hugged him. Ren nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah.” He whimpered. “Across my back…” He whispered quietly. “Hybrid Re-acclimation Center.” He growled lowly, spitting the words out in a furious rush. Doc felt cold. Those places were banned, outlawed years ago for the sheer cruelty to hybrids. They were supposed to be set up to help hybrids but instead through cruelty and greed, they became little more than torture camps. Doc shuddered at the very thought, they were hybrid horror stories. They were set up as a young hybrid prison basically. To beat the hybridness out of them. Doc crushed Ren to him. Doc had heard the pure horror story of those places, the hybrids that came from them, were never quite right. Doc had worked with a hybrid once who had been ‘docked’. The man explained it was common practice for the places to cut off hybrid features like ears and tails, claiming it was to stop them using them to communicate instead of speaking ‘normally’. Doc had nightmares for weeks after, about someone hacksawing off his horns. He didn’t see the man again, but the memory always haunted him.

Ren swallowed a couple times unable to hold back his tears. “I was the last in our family, the family runt.” He whispered. “I… got… had older brothers and when mama dog passed away when I was a pup…” He paused, shivering in Doc’s tight grasp. “They did their best you know? We were kids, trying to keep out a home… We all heard the horror stories about them. Hybrids don’t get adopted you know? They would have separated us up and all we had was each other so… we tried to find a place to live. We just told people our mother worked nights, but places cost money Doc… we were kids… they tried to find work but who would hire under aged canine hybrids? They would sneer and turn us away, always talking about us being thieves while offering us pennies for working the nastiest jobs for the longest of hours. No place would give us honest pay for honest work. We were hungry Doc… You know… desperate… I was only supposed to be look out, you know give warning if someone was coming. But I got distracted, I was 7, I was hungry and tired and I just… closed my eyes. I was tired… it was late. I…Doc. I didn’t know what we were doing really. The guards got us and… my brothers were sentenced as adults despite them being barely 14. Me? I got put in Sunshores Hybrid Re-acclimation Center for a decade. To learn how not to be a hybrid.” He pressed his face into his shoulder, crying hard, his entire body shaking in Doc’s arms. “I guess I was the lucky one, I was the only one who survived.” He finished, sounding distraught. “But Doc, some days I really wish I didn’t.”

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Doc gently petted the puddle of exhausted hybrid in his lap. Ren had sobbed himself dry and fell into an uneasy slumber. Doc hadn’t let go of him, and whispered reassurances to the man as he tried to help, he didn’t know what to do. What to say. Mechanical he could do, but to fix a broken soul? He didn’t think Ilmango could even make a guide on it. He would try his best though. Ren deserved it. He watched as Ren slowly woke up, groggy and sore. Doc cupped his jaw and lifted his head up to nuzzle noses. Ren slowly nuzzled back yawning. “Hey Doc… you still here?” He asked sounding a little unsure, as if Ren honestly expected to wake to an empty bed, that Doc would leave him. Doc felt a flash of anger, not at Ren but to who ever made Ren believe that there was any possible chance that Doc would ever leave him even for a second.

“Always.” Doc parroted, seeing the smile bloom on Ren’s face. He felt a pleased rush of warmth go through him as he got it right. He leaned in to lick Ren’s jaw and the man giggled, his ears perking up and tail wagged for a couple of seconds. Then Ren drooped a little. Doc squeezed him closer, understanding that Ren was hurt, that he wasn’t going to magically fix everything with a few kisses or with his dick. He would be there for Ren, no matter how long the healing would take, or even if it didn’t happen. He shifted and Ren winced suddenly. “What’s wrong?!” Doc panicked and Ren yelped clutching at Doc’s arms.

Ren whined. “I… I think… we are stuck together.” He whined and lifted himself a little up and yelped, revealing that in his sleep Ren’s shirt has pushed up and his stomach fur had been glued to Doc’s stomach by his dried cum. Ren flopped down against Doc and giggled a little. “We are bonded.” He flushed so red and shut his mouth with a clack. Doc‘s perverted mind already was imagining Ren saying it after a claiming bite, Ren pleased and touching the sore spot. He had that saved now, that clip of Ren sounding so happy, declaring they were bonded. He knew he was going to use it for more than research purposes. He was slowly accepting his new kink, it wasn’t as if… it was hurting Ren if Doc thought of him as his Everything. Eventually when Ren got bored of him, he would delete all the clips and that and Doc would get over it… Not that the kink would let him even think about forgetting his Puppy.

Thankfully Ren suggested it as Doc didn’t want to pressure the man. “I guess we should shower.” He looked up nervously. “Um together..” Ren gave Doc a questioning look. “You… you can see them if you want…” He trailed off cautiously. Doc knew instantly what Ren was referring to. The scars. Ren was offering to show him his scars. Doc was curious. He wanted to see them. He wondered what had happened to Ren, what did they do to him, that Ren refused to remove his shirt.

Doc gave him a jaw lick. “If you want me to?” He whispered lowly, not wanting to pressure Ren. Doc was prepared to gently ease the man free slowly peel him off him but Ren nodded his head. Doc flushed as his fantasy came to mind again. He reached down to guide Ren’s legs around his waist, cradling him close as Doc got up. Doc pressed his forehead around Ren’s as Ren yelped and wrapped his arms around Doc’s neck. He grumbled happily to Ren as he carried the man into the bathroom. It was much like the lobby, cold wealth in the form of white marble slabs and gold trim. The shower itself took half of the room. He managed to get it running, using one hand, the other cradling Ren to him. The water was warm instantly. Doc paused to let Ren strip off. He watched as Ren turned red and was nervous looking as he unbuttoned his shirt. Doc grumbled lowly. “You want me to close my eyes?” He offered quietly. “You don’t have to show me.”

Ren nodded. “Just… for a second yeah? Once we are in the shower, I… I never… uh showed anyone but Renbob before.” He admitted bright red. “I need a second?” Ren looked down all shy and nervous and Doc’s heart broke again for the man. So scared for asking for just a little courtesy. Once again as if he didn’t deserve it or could ask for it. Doc gently nuzzled noses with him before nodding as he walked into the shower with Ren, show naked. He closed his eyes as Ren shivered against him, feeling the man gently pull away from him. Doc let Ren lower himself down, even though all Doc wanted to do was to pull Ren closer, crush him to him and never let go.

Ren sounded all shaky as he finally spoke up. “You… you can look Doc.” He called out. Doc opened his eyes to see Ren was now facing the tiles, showing him his back. Doc let out a little gasp. The man’s rich brown fur was streaked with white, there was a thick line over each of his shoulder blades and segmented lines running down from it, covering the back of his rib cage and down his sides. It looked painful. It looked like Ren had been flayed. Ren who couldn’t have been an adult. Ren who lost his family. Ren who was a child. Ren who was a prisoner for bullshit reasons. Doc moved to touch his back and froze, hand out in the air. Ren looked back over his shoulder at him, skittish but determined. “You can touch?” He told him questioningly. He swallowed. “I mean if you want to.”

Doc stepped forwards and carefully press a finger against his fur, he could feel the ribbed scar tissue, bunched up and taut. Ren was lucky he survived it. Doc had some medical experience and knew how much damage Ren must have taken to get to this point and the fact he didn’t respawn from it. He traced it feeling Ren shudder. “Doesn’t hurt?” He checked softly, feeling Ren break out in goosebumps. Thankfully Ren shook his head. Doc tilted his own head as he took it all in. “You know what these look like?” He asked softly. “Angel wings… feathers.” He commented and traced the downward strokes.

Ren made a wet gasping noise. “No one… uh ever touched them before.” He admitted shyly, bracing himself against the tiles and shivering. “Angel… angel wings?” He looked back into the bathroom mirror, spanning the wall opposite and looked away. “I… I never thought of them like that. They do sorta look like feathers.” He admitted shyly. “You aren’t horrified?” He met Doc’s eyes nervously.

Doc snorted and quickly disengaged his arm and dropped it heavily to the shower floor, revealing his own stump. “We both are scarred, darling. Are you horrified of me?”

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Doc never had someone else touch his stump before. The closest was when Etho helped him put his test prosthetics on the first couple of times. He didn’t even touch it, it was wrapped in cloth as Etho helped him strap the prototypes on. Doc hadn’t really looked at it himself in a while. It wasn’t… an open wound. It was done by a God. It was just gone, as if it never was there. Ren was wide eyed as he looked at it, his hands hovering over his skin. Ren was wide eyed but not scared, or disgusted just curious. He beckoned Ren closer and let him touch, the area was sensitive but not painful and Doc gave him a relieved smile when Ren nose nuzzled him, showing him it was okay. Doc felt something inside of him settle, Ren’s acceptance of it, his lack of fear was something that Doc didn’t know he needed but now he had it, something inside of him relaxed a little.

Doc felt strangely tender. It was fear but not fear. There was no tangible thing for him to say why he was feeling this. There was no threat. There was just a soggy Puppy gently leaning into him. Very few people would say Ren was a threat, but Doc knew that Rendog could very much destroy his world. He also knew that Ren would never do so. He leaned in to nuzzle back. He bit back the million sweet things he wanted to say and just pressed a kiss to Ren’s forehead. “Puppy.” He grumbled, watching Ren’s tail wag as soon as he said it. He lowered his head to give Ren a quick kiss on the lip, smiling as he felt Ren stand on his tiptoes and lean into the kiss only to lose his balance. Doc tried to catch him with his prosthetic arm forgetting it was on the floor and failed. Ren crashed into him and Doc stumbled back against the tiles.

Ren bit his lip holding back giggles as Doc looked down at him. Doc returned the happy expression as Ren flashed him a cheeky smile. “You look good like that Doc.” He teased, pressing his claws lightly against Doc’s shoulders. If Doc didn’t know better, if he didn’t know Ren so well, he wouldn’t see the tightness around Ren’s eyes, the ear flickers, the way his eyes darted off to the side. Doc lowered his hand down to Ren’s hip and squeezed it. Ren wasn’t interested in anything really, he didn’t have to look to see how he was soft. Doc’s mind whirled as he thought about why Ren was playing like he wanted his snoot booped. Doc leaned in to give Ren’s jaw a lick and the man just slumped against him.

It was as if someone had cut Ren’s strings. Ren was boneless in Doc’s one arm grasp, the man quietly sobbed. Doc stroked the bit he could, his fingers tracing over the white streaks. Doc pressed kisses to his head. “Ren, it is okay. We don’t have to do anything. I mean you are… a pretty man but I think right now we just need a cuddle. You are my friend.” He whispered between kisses against his forehead and ears. “You don’t need to… boop snoots to nose nuzzle you know?” He found himself saying to his own amusement. It was like they had their own secret language. “Or jaw licks. You can get all the cuddles you want from me, because sometimes I need a cuddle too.” He whispered into his soft fur. He didn’t feel ashamed to admit it, if his weakness was needing Ren, he had done something right in his life. He was again reminded how lucky he was to base with the man for the next world. He couldn’t think of being apart from him.

Ren leaned in to nuzzle noses with him smiling softly. “You are real good to me Doc.” He whispered. “I am a lucky pup.” He nuzzled his way across his chest and looked up at him smiling softly. “Being spoiled here, something rotten. Though this might be how you treat all your friends?” He teased though something washed over his face, something bitter, something angry just for a second before it was gone again. Doc would have to review the footage, to see what it was. It was a new expression. Something Doc didn’t think he saw before.

Doc shook his head, his kink refusing him to even imagine hugging Etho again. He had Ren. All he needed was Ren. “Of course not, you and me… has something special.” He whispered. “Hybrid solidarity.” He playfully told him before cupping Ren’s face and leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “I don’t go around kissing all the homies. Just the one special one.” He knew he got it right as Ren let out happy barks of laughter. He found it was so much easier to let himself say the silly things he wanted to say but held back, afraid of getting it wrong or embarrassing himself. He did have a reputation to protect after all.

Ren reached up to grasp his horns, pulling Doc close for another kiss. He pulled away smiling, nose nuzzling him before stepping back. “Come on Doc we better check out, before they arrest me or something.” He told him shaking himself off and going fluffy. Doc’s hand twitched before he gave him and reached out, brushing his fur to lay flat. “Oh… That feels nice Doc. You wanna brushy brushy me?” He asked playfully. “Because that sounds real good to me.”

Doc swallowed and nodded. He had wanted to do that so many times, the man was soft and obviously trimmed his fur in places but he was overgrown in areas, where he couldn’t reach with his clippers. There was knotted looking patches and spots that looked a little greasy. “If it would help?” Doc quietly told him, unsure. He had read about how intimate grooming was for canine hybrids and it was a serious thing only done between very close family and partners. He was blessed that Ren thought of him as family. He was already making mental notes to purchase a proper grooming brush and scissors. He knew there was better kit that what Ren had, the man didn’t like spoiling himself but Doc had no qualms about buying Ren some good gear. He would definitely be messaging Vintage about proper fur routines.

Ren nodded, nuzzling way to lick Doc’s jaw. “It would help a lot. You know how to treat me all good. Wouldn’t ask anyone else.” He told him quietly and Doc had to look away to compose himself, before he just bit down and claimed the man. His kink was getting really out of control now. But with Ren snuggled up to him, sharing everything he was and accepting everything Doc was, while looking at him with such soft devotion, Doc really couldn’t bring up any fucks to give.

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Doc was happy to be back in the RV. It was familiar and safe and didn’t have people staring at them as they moved about the place. Renbob greeted Doc with a handshake and Ren a hug. Ren stayed up front for a bit, catching up with Renbob, while Doc took a quick nap. He wasn’t planning on sleeping but he had been reading the story about the trapped wolf, turns out the unlikely friendship was with a creeper. He knew that wolves didn’t have an issue with creepers unlike cats. Jellie, Scar’s cat was the exception with him. He had gotten to how the pair, due to the incoming cold had managed to share the cave after much growling and hissing. He checked the unread page count and groaned. He was barely through the book. He had just closed his eyes for a second and when he woke up, he had to check his system clock to figure out what century he was in.

He stumbled off the bed to see Ren fast asleep on the sofa and paused watching the man sleep for a bit. As much as Doc wanted to gather Ren up and cuddle him close, he didn’t want to disturb him. Ren had a rough couple of nights for sleeping and Doc wasn’t planning on going far. He moved the beaded curtain to sit in the front cab and found himself observing Renbob. The man was focusing on his instruments, making adjustments and logging information in his record books. It was more than dutiful. It was a mark of an engineer, a scientist in his own right. It was impressive. Doc was caught up in reading over the notes that Renbob speaking up startled him. “He told me that he told you.” Renbob quietly mumbled.

Doc found himself feeling nervous. He sat up trying not to fidget feeling like he was at an interview or something. He wanted to make a good impression and he wanted to make sure that Renbob knew he was good, good to Ren, good for Ren. Doc nodded quickly. “He did.” He agreed before looking down to see that he had his fists clenched in his lap. He had to force himself to unclench his hands. “He is so strong. Fuck.” He found himself rushing out. “I… I had… No idea? You know? He is so… happy.” Doc didn’t know how to explain it. He had no idea how Ren could be so happy and greet the world as if the world didn’t take it’s pound of flesh from him, literally. He could still see and feel the thick ridges of scar tissue under his fingers.

Renbob let out a sigh, sounding so much like Ren, that Doc looked up. Renbob shrugged. “Like… man. I know… but is he happy or has he learnt to manage other people’s emotions for them?” He questioned and grabbed his lit blunt. He took a deep drag of it and held it in for a couple seconds before blowing it out to the export vent. “I don’t like remembering him from when I got him from that… hell.” He told Doc, sounding more here than he ever had heard the man sound. Renbob toked hard on blunt and angrily blew out the smoke like a pissed off dragon. Doc could hear a low growl escaping the man and it was startling. Renbob was so… mellow. Hearing him this angry was invoking something in Doc. An understanding. They were Ren’s people. Ren’s pack.“Like… I… I mean… he was not there. He was stuck in his head.” He whispered. “I took him with me, I like tried to find him, teach him his freedom again man. He wouldn’t move except when the hour struck. He would stare at clocks until it was timetabled for him to like do something else. So I took him away from the clocks, man. Somewhere free. We worked logging camps. I didn’t wanna travel like deep space with him like that so I, like… became a logging camp cook and Ren worked logging.” He had closed his eyes, sounding exhausted. “Doc man, you ever seen those videos? You know man, the ones show those like rescued animals. They free from the cage but like not the cage in their minds. They walk a loop as if they still behind bars?”

Doc shuddered as he realised he did know. He felt a deep sickness wash through him as he imagined a teenaged Ren suffering so much and how much he had healed. Doc reached out and grabbed Renbob’s free hand. “Thank you.” Doc didn’t know how to word it. He really didn’t. He didn’t think there was words for it. Doc just fell silent as he contemplated his Everything being that broken. Just for being a hybrid. Something Ren couldn’t have chosen or changed.

Renbob squeezed his hand before carefully it pulling it back. “Like, man you gonna have Ren all grumpy at me if he sees us holding hands up here. He doesn’t like sharing man.” He teased and grabbed his blunt and relit it. He took a deep drag before offering it to Doc who shook his head. “More for me, man. But you are welcome to smoke up with me brother. You is pack man. If Ren don’t bring you to the pack, I will.”

Doc looked over to Renbob as he remembered something. “You mentioned once about making butter with that?” He asked curious and watched as Renbob went wide eyed. It looked like it was one of his favourite topics. He reached under his seat and pulled out a battered cookbook and handed it over to Doc and chatted to him about the extraction process and more as Doc flipped through the book looking at the recipes. “Like… the trick is to make sure while decarboxylating not to destroy the terpenes by heating it too much man.” Renbob began listing temperatures and methods for extraction processes and how it worked.

Doc nodded, realising just how much chemistry and biochemistry was behind it all. It was a science. Doc hummed as he picked out some of the recipes he figured he could do it. It looked a little hard with the limited equipment in the RV but Renbob deserved a treat. “Sure, I mean you deserve something for putting up with us.” He looked away as he heard Ren stir. “I better go check on him, he hadn’t been sleeping well.” He told Renbob, proud of how he actually said goodbye instead of fleeing to Ren’s side.

Renbob nodded sagely, smoke curling around him as he refocused on the expanse of space in front of them. “You go to your mate, Doc. He like needs you, man.”

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Ren woke up with a lazy stretch and a happy tail wag as Doc had made sure to be in eyeline as Ren opened his eyes properly. He reached out to gentle ruffle his ears. Doc found himself grumbling. “Big stretch!” He teased as Ren stretched out again, this time to nuzzle into Doc. Doc ducked down to nuzzle noses with him. “You feel better?” He asked, seeing the dark smudges under Ren’s eyes and the way his ears were flickering. He stroked his head, fingers brushing at the base of his ears. He could see how Ren leaned into his touch freely, soaking up the attention and affection. Doc grumbled pleased as Ren pulled away happier, realising Doc wasn’t trying to boop his snoot, just making him feel good, no strings or demands attached.

Ren sat back on his haunches, tail swishing happily, ears perked, looking very much like a happy and content canine hybrid. Doc only wished that his knowledge of that didn’t come from books about how to know if your hybrid had been properly “re-trained”. Ren gave him a cheeky grin. “Yeah my dude. I am all good. Surprisingly good. I know I am going crash at some point but for now I am chilling.” He admitted and yawned. “Maybe I will go take some time to self care beforehand, at least the crashing isn’t going to be so bad?” He gave another stretch. “Maybe another shower?”

Doc nodded and watched him head to the bathroom. Doc busied himself with a little more research before he realised he was getting a call and headed to the sofa to answer it. He didn’t realise they were still in range to get signal and it looked like the Hiveminds was wanting to wish him a happy birthday. He snagged himself a glass of whiskey knowing he was going to need it to deal with his friends. He loved them dearly but they were like dealing with a room full of ghasts. Interesting but chaotic. He accepted the call and raised his glass to the camera as they all shouted birthday wishes and Doc scrambled for his headphones. He shoved them in and gave them all another toast. He soon was in the thick of it with them, new ideas, new designs, new plans all flowing. He updated them on some of his own plans and thoughts as well requested more research on certain topics. He was slowly planning something special for Ren’s birthday and while the idea was still forming, he needed input on some topics.

The chat slowed down and the group moved onto more personal hobbies and research. Doc raised an eyebrow as the Hivemind giggled as he admitted not getting far in the current selection of research they had sent him. He could feel his cheek get hotter as they made suggestions to why he had gotten far with his research. Doc stayed silent, letting them rib him about doing more physical experiments. He wasn’t one to kiss and tell and the idea of sharing anything private about their thing made him bristle and growling internally. Doc was going to call an end to it as it was okay for them to make fun of him but Ren didn’t deserve it and some of the comments were getting to him. He didn’t like anyone even joking that Ren was less than perfect. One of them was pushing it a little far. But before Doc could say anything, his attention was drawn away by the bathroom door opening.

Doc looked over as Ren exited the bathroom with Ren looking nervous but… not bad nervous more like prideful? He wasn’t wearing his plaid shirt instead he had fished out Doc’s Mind Crack tank top despite it needing a wash and it revealed some of his white streaks. He had paired it with a small pair of black shorts and Doc was pretty sure he was drooling, the Hivemind loud in his ears but forgotten as he stared at his second favourite fantasy. He knew the shirt had been right at the bottom of the washing pile so Ren had to dig it out and it must have been musky. Meaning that Ren was wearing his gear deliberately, stinking of him. Showing himself all off for him. Then it hit him… his possessive kink flaring up about the idea of Ren soothing himself using Doc’s scent. Ren was using Doc’s clothing as a way to make himself feel better even when showing off his dreaded scars. Doc’s pleased grumbles got louder. He could see how Ren’s ears twitched before Ren paused and gave him a wink and shimmy, making Doc growl lowly. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from him as Ren strode towards him, deliberately brushing his tail over Doc’s arm and face in another slow teasing shimmy. He didn’t have to check to know the Hivemind had seen some of it because for once they fell silent. Doc checked the camera feed as Ren made himself comfortable and smirked possessively as Ren was now in frame properly, over his shoulder, sprawled out in their bed. Ren was on his stomach, reading his own communicator, legs kicking playfully in the air, tail swishing back and forth looking content. He didn’t know who said it but one of them let out a reverent rushed. “Fuck… might become a tail lifter.”

Doc felt a flare of furiousness wash through him. He snarled as he moved his camera so his angry glowering visage filled the frame, staring them all down. “Mine.” He growled, puling his lips back in rage, showing his fangs. “GOAT’s. If I find who said that, you will regret it.” He snarled. “Understand?” He demanded. He never thought anyone in the Hivemind would use a slur like that. They were supposed to be the smartest, the brightest but one of them thought it was okay to say that about his Ren. He watched as they all nodded admonished like children. He tapped the camera lens with a claw. “Good… Because…” His threat was cut off with him yelping as suddenly he was hit by some fabric.

He reached up to untangle it from one of his horns and held it out, to realise it was a pair of black shorts… a very familiar pair of black shorts. He looked back and confirmed it that Ren was now just in his tank top, laying over a pillow pretending to be innocent but was shooting him hungry looks over his communicator. The man quickly typed something into it and Doc’s communicator buzzed in his hand as he got a message from Ren. [I need some snoot boops… you free?] He looked back over at Ren and grumbled lowly. He forced himself to turn to the chat again. “I am needed.” He told them simply. “Science can wait.”

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Ren was beautiful sprawled out like this. Doc could see his lithe form, the silkiness of his fur, the happy twitches of his tail and ears. Doc’s anger disappeared as soon as he got close enough to smell himself on Ren. It soothed something deep inside of him. The Hiveminds don’t leave their test laboratories and worlds. Whoever said that nasty words was unlikely to ever come near his Puppy. Much less say it or worse, touch Ren. Doc let the horrific idea of someone coming near his Ren settle in his mind. He let out a deep growl at the idea of someone else touching Ren, someone else’s hands on Ren’s ears. Someone else’s fingers running through Ren’s fur, making him whine so sweetly. Doc found himself hissing loudly feeling a dark anger washing through him. He reached down to cup Ren’s jaw, a little harder than normal, tugging Ren’s head up making him whine in pleasure. Ren’s eyes were dark with arousal as he pulled away lightly, making Doc tighten his grip. Ren licked his lips, looking all wide eyed with pleasure. “Have I been a naughty Puppy, Doc? Because I think I have been…” His voice was husky with needy. “Begging his Doc for some attention.”

Doc chuckled and pressed his claws into his skin, feeling the shivers the man made. Doc grumbled lowly. “So needy, aren’t you?” It felt different, a little more charged, a little more feral. Ren was a little worked up and Doc was feel pretty dark right now. He needed to confirm that Ren was his. His kink was driving him a little mad right now. He could smell himself all over Ren but it wasn’t enough. Not after that comment. He grumbled. “Good. All for me. Wearing my clothes and scenting yourself marking yourself up as mine huh?” He whispered and waited for Ren to pull away or tap out. Doc’s kink wasn’t normal, after all. He was taking Ren’s way of showing Doc he was comfortable and Doc was sexualising it.

Thankfully, even though Ren did go red, he didn’t call him out and instead played into Doc’s sick fantasies. He nuzzled into his touch more so and whimpered. “Like smelling of you. Makes me feel protected, safe.” He rushed out in a low eager voice. “I am your Puppy after all.” He told Doc freely, making Doc ache so badly. Doc let out a deep moan. He couldn’t help but film every second, watching Ren squirm playfully. It seemed that Ren had picked up on Doc’s kink and was happy to feed into it, to make him happy. Doc was lucky to have Ren, he was such a good friend. Ren wagged his tail happily. “Doc, I am all yours… Your Puppy. You wanna fuck your puppy’s mouth or you wanna fill me up proper, I nicked that lube from the hotel by the way.” He giggled as he pulled it out from under the pillow. “I want your cock right now. I want you heavy over me, pinning me down, as you fuck me deep. Like you never gonna leave my body, like I’m gonna be stuffed with your cock all day and night.” He growled.

With those words, Doc was pretty sure he had a new kink. He could have Ren in his lap, as he worked, pressed close, his cock buried deep, Ren’s throat just there for biting and working his claim mark until Ren was a whimpering mess. He was sure he could get work done eventually like this. If not, then who cares as long as his Puppy was happy. Ren would be safe and protected forever. He found that he was letting out a deep hungry growl. He craved it so badly. He needed his Puppy. He stripped off quickly not caring if he tore his clothes as he threw them to the side. “Don’t tempt me Ren. I could make a special desk built. A standing section for me and one for you to be bent over.” He was half tempted too. He could already imagine the design. They had the tools and supplies. He didn’t have to leave his Ren for a second.

Ren giggled loudly, his gremlin laughter. “So much talk Doc… And here I lay unfucked.” Ren goaded. “I need my Doc to fuck me and make me hurt so good. Make it so all I can think of is you.” Doc was sure Ren was just doing his best to kill him through boners. He heard that it was sometimes called a petite mort. But if Ren kept talking like that it was going to be a big death not a little one in Doc’s future. Doc growled lowly watching Ren shiver and buck already. Two could play that game. Doc knew Ren’s kinks too and reached out to grab his ankle hard making Ren whimper and rut against the bedspread. He knew Ren liked him a little rough, a little monstrous at times. He snarled and pulled Ren to him, feeling Ren’s weak kicks and struggles. He grabbed Ren’s tail base hard and Ren let out a loud howl of pleasure. It was a new vocalisation from him and Doc knew he had gotten him good. He was so glad once again, that he was recording it even if loud sitar music began playing from the front.

Doc refocused on Ren and how he could smell Ren’s needy cock dripping even over his own musk. He reached down to press his metal hand between his shoulder blades, roughly pinning Ren down as Doc moved his other hand from his tail to press his thumb against him. He could feel his hole twitch under the gentle pressure. He grabbed the lube and poured a little over Ren, smearing the lube over him, feeling Ren squirm. “If you wanted it warmed up, you shouldn’t be desperate. You are lucky, I bother with lube instead of slicking my cock up by fucking your throat.” He growled, amused how he had to hold Ren down at that, Ren desperately pressing back moaning, his tail laying high on his back.

Doc pressed his finger into him, feeling how Ren was trembling and leaned down to kiss a shoulder, nuzzling his way across them feeling Ren tense before relaxing and letting Doc press kisses to over where Doc knew his scars sat. “Pretty Puppy, being so good for me. Breath, I got you.” He whispered as he added another finger, feeling the way he pressed back and felt so fucking good. He was tight and slick and twitching already around his fingers. He added another, hearing Ren’s moans as he curled them inside him. He pulled his fingers out and wrapped them around his own length, slicking himself up. He pressed against him before burying himself in one move, slowly filling Ren up, and drawing another howl from the man.

While Doc had been slow before working Ren up and stretching him, now he was quick and relentless. He fucked him with sharp jabs of his hips, not wanting to leave his tight slick heat for even a second. He could tell the change of pace quickly overwhelmed Ren who pressed back whimpering and howling his pleasure as Doc fucked into him. Doc reached down to grasp Ren’s swelling knot carefully with his cold metal hand, causing the man to scream howl as he came hard. Doc wanted to drag it out and really work Ren until he sobbed and begged but Doc wanted to mark him as his. He turned his head away as he moved over Ren, using his full body weight to hold Ren down as he arched hard and came with a hiss. He had to make sure to turn his head away from Ren’s neck to avoid him biting down.

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Doc wasn’t a baker but he had some background in chemistry which didn’t help. He had no idea what was a pinch. Why was it so vague?! What if someone had big fingers? Did he have to guess how big the recipe maker’s fingers was? He looked at the cookbook again and hummed, as he stirred the batter. Thankfully, he had waited for Ren to take a nap before he started the recipe. He still kept an ear on Ren worried, he had noticed that the man had been starting a new spiral. Doc could see the way he had been chewing at himself again. He tried his best to keep him to a routine but also give him some space. He wished he could just take Ren’s worries away but he couldn’t. He could only help so much. He maybe stirred the brownie batter a little too hard, working out his stresses as he added the doctored butter.

He checked the recipe book again and grumbled. It was supposed to be the consistency of pudding mix but Doc had no idea what consistency puddling mix should have. A quick glance at the recipe for pudding mix told him that it should have the consistency of brownie mix. Doc could feel a headache forming. He had no idea how a recipe book could leave him more confused than the man who owned it. He just wanted to make some brownies! He poured it into the tin he managed to find and put it in the strange sort of oven thing. It was like a microwave but not, it had heating elements.

Renbob had shrugged when they asked him about it, so they had not tried cooking with it. This would be a trial by fire really. He set the timer and plopped himself down on the sofa, he opened up the wolf story again. It was getting some what interesting, with the unlikely pair sharing food and the author was busy waxing lyrical about how even the fiercest beasts could show human traits like mercy and it was so… human of the author because only humans have enough intelligence to show traits like that. Doc rolled his eyes and shut the book thankfully pulled away by the timer. He looked proudly at the fudgey looking cakes. He plated them up and took them into to Renbob.

Renbob looked up and perked up, his nose twitching. “Doc my man!” He crowed as Doc dropped the plate in his lap. He sniffled and to Doc’s surprise and worry the man was crying as he chewed on brownies. “My dude, these… are so good. Like man. There is a Birchstock in my mouth and like the Endermites are back together and performing!” He sobbed. Doc patted him on the shoulder unsure what to do. Renbob sniffled. “It is okay man, like I am good.” He told him. “Like, you is a good man Doc. You is all good.” He told him before eating another square. “Oh man this is gonna like knock me out. My dude, Imma gonna float away.” He already sounded pretty spacey.

Doc chuckled. “It was nothing, you deserved it for helping us out so much.” He told him, not quite saying what he wanted to. How could you tell someone thank you for ignoring me sexing up your family. “I would love to try some more with it. Maybe improve the extraction process. Maybe when we land in the next world, try growing some. I mean the different strains are interesting and I am sure you would like a safe source.” He told him quietly. Xisuma wouldn’t particularly care. They are a quiet understanding that if they didn’t want to him to know what they were doing, he wouldn’t ask. It was one of the reasons he signed up to the Admin. Freedom was important to Doc.

Renbob looked like he was going to cry again. “Doc my man. You are like the best. I am so happy we family, man.” He told him proudly. He reached out to pat Doc’s arm. The next thing he was going to say was cut off by a crash in the back and a yelp. Doc jumped up and headed into the back, terrified what he was going to see and what could have happened to Ren. Doc’s mind was conjuring horrific accidents and he almost stumbled over a cable.

Doc paused taking in a hilarious sight. Ren was crossed legged on the floor, holding the brownie batter bowl as he licked the batter off his fingers. He looked stoned, sucking on his fingers dazed. He looked around and picked up the spoon he had dropped. “You… you want some dude?” He asked sounding very much like Renbob, spacey and gave Doc a slow grin. “It is so good… brownies.” He groaned. “So good.” He dropped the spoon again this time on his own lap.

Doc was definitely filming this. “Look at you… all stoned. All floppy. Floppy puppy.” He teased and leaned down to help Ren up but Ren took the chance to poke his drool and batter coated fingers into Doc’s mouth. He sucked, rolling his eyes until Ren giggled. Then it was okay, if it made Ren happy then Doc was all for it. He had to admit the batter was tasty, but Ren made it all better. Ren pulled his fingers out and gave another happy giggle. Ren promptly put them into his own mouth and sucked noisily. He looked up at Doc and lifted his arms up like a big fluffy child and Doc scooped him up. “Come here my love.” He grumbled over Ren’s happy giggles as Doc carried him and the bowl awkwardly to the sofa. “You are such a messy little puppy, you have batter all over you.” He teased.

Ren snuggled up, smearing batter onto Doc in the process. “Wish it was your batter.” He playfully told him and Doc growled lowly at the thought and leaned to lick across Ren’s jaw, tasting batter and the delicious taste of Ren making Ren giggle loudly and Doc counted down in his head… 3… 2… 1… Yep, sitar music started blaring out front as Ren let out a loud moan and grabbed Doc’s horns. He yanked Doc roughly closer and the batter bowl slipped onto the floor as Doc pressed kisses to his throat. Doc was so tempted to claim, bite and own but he stopped himself. Ren was high from batter. Even his kink knew it would be wrong to do so while his Everything was high. He moved to lick over his collar bones as Ren desperately pulled on his horns trying to get his head higher wanting his mouth on his throat so badly.

Doc growled lowly, feeling Ren shiver and beg softly. “Doc… Please…” Ren moaned and pretty much try to shove his throat into Doc’s mouth. Doc whined and backed off, knowing that he was going to make a mistake especially when Ren was so…. Needy. He kissed his pulse a couple of times before pulling away.

“Puppy, you are all high darling.” He grumbled and shifted Ren into his lap. “Why don’t we watch the documentary and just chill?” He told him, looking away from Ren’s crestfallen expression. He begged. “Please Puppy. I can’t.”

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Ren had fallen asleep in his lap but Doc found himself unable to sleep. The image of Ren’s face and his begging was playing though his mind again and again. He forced himself to stop thinking about it even though he would later regret it as Doc didn’t know it was going to be the last time he saw his smile for a long time. Since Ren’s brownie batter session, he seemingly stopped spiralling but instead nose dived. He wasn’t sleeping or eating and was skittish more than ever. Doc could see the way Ren was chewing on himself worse than ever. He could see where Ren had broken the skin in places, it was scabbing over but was kept being broken by Ren. He was quiet too, staying curled up in bed but not sleeping. Whenever Doc joined him, he would reach out to try to comfort him but Ren would pull away, pretending to be asleep. If Doc tried to many times, Ren would even go to sleep in the front of the RV, curled up in the passenger seat with Renbob.

Doc had no idea what to do. He had reviewed his footages, he reread books and looked through the stuff the Hivemind sent him. He even looked through a book on Detachment Disorder much to his disgust but it didn’t help. Renbob had messaged him, the pair quickly making a chat to help keep an eye on Ren without him knowing. It felt a little wrong to Doc but he really wanted to keep Ren safe. Ren was barely functioning and Renbob was really getting worried. Renbob has seen Ren in his worst days and managed to bring Ren out from them before.

Doc felt a little guilty as he had been… enjoying some clips of Ren in the shower. He couldn’t help it. His body had gotten used to getting off and Ren had obviously not been in the mood so Doc had resorted to jerking himself off in the shower, his bio hand wedged in his mouth, his metal hand roughly tugging at himself, shamefully palming himself. He tried to think of nothing at first, trying to bring himself off with just his touch but it wasn’t enough. Trying to think of others didn’t work… in fact that was understatement. Doc tried to think of just body parts, a mouth against him but he softened but the need stayed. Eventually Doc gave in and played the clips of Ren. He had made his own special highlight reel of his favourite moments… for efficiency sake. The faster he got off, the less he was…. Doing wrong? Doc knew his thoughts was faulty but he could stop himself. He was just all messed up over this. He had saved the little clip show as RenDogmedicalnotes.txt, to even lie to himself what it was for. It was so easy to find beautiful lies to cover ugly truths.

Doc came out of the shower eventually feeling skittish and guilty. He settled into bed, picking the dry wolf story. He was slowly working through it. It wasn’t bad… and the story was interesting, well the bits about the wolf and creeper, if he had to read the details of the man’s washing again, he would throw himself into a black hole. He had just gotten to the point where the pair was seen grooming each other. His reading was interrupted by Ren slinking into bed. Doc held his breath, not wanting to scare him off. Ren was equally skittish, feeling like he was going to free. Doc couldn’t stop himself. “My Puppy?” He whispered, sounding pained. He couldn’t help it. He needed to reach out. He had to keep trying. His Puppy was hurting.

Ren rolled over and looked up at him, tears falling down his cheeks. His lower lip wobbled, ears pinned back as he replied. “Always. My Doc?” He moved even closer, snuffling his chest and broke down crying. Ren’s entire body was shaking against Doc. Doc could see the look of pure misery on Ren’s face. He was suffering so badly, and Doc couldn’t help. He couldn’t build a farm for happiness, he couldn’t build redstone to let him sleep. Doc could only love and care for him and simply hope that Ren would recover. Even if he never fully did, Doc would be there. Maybe Xisuma could help, maybe they could get Ren someone to talk to? Doc added it to the list of possible ways to help. He would have to bring it up to Ren when he was more functional, Doc didn’t want to do something like that without Ren’s input and judging by the way Ren refused to talk right now, he didn’t think that Ren would be willing to even listen to the idea, much less talk to a professional.

Doc stroked his head and crushed Ren to him. “Always.” He confirmed and licked his jaw slowly feeling Ren cry harder. “You will never not be my best friend.” He whispered. “Happy or sad, I will always care for you.” He promised and nuzzled noses, not caring Ren was all teary and snotty. He smiled down at him. “My pretty Puppy.” He watched as Ren finally gave him a smile, a weak one but it was finally a smile. “I have missed you so much.” Doc admitted lowly.

Ren nodded tiredly. “I missed me too.” He admitted. “When the sadness hits… you sorta lose yourself. You lose what you love, piece by piece until all you have left is the emptiness.” He whispered. “You don’t even realise until something happens and you just look back and you realise you were gone, living a half sorta life where you barely lived, just doing the bare minimum to survive. You don’t have hobbies any more just things you were into before, you don’t have friends, you couldn’t reply, keep up with them and they moved on and you are left trying to scrape up the remains of what was your life.” He whimpered before burying his face against Doc’s chest. His next words were muffled and Doc couldn’t work out what he was saying but it was okay. Ren needed to grieve and Doc wasn’t going anywhere.

Doc felt Ren relax as sleep claimed him. He stroked a hand over Ren’s ears, watching the man settle into deeper sleep, soothed by Doc. Doc couldn’t stop watching him. He did send a message to Renbob that Ren was talking to him again, and sleeping. He turned off his messaging system before he saw the reply and settled in to read more of the dry novel as Ren finally relaxed on his chest, getting some much needed sleep.

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If Ren avoided him before, Ren was the opposite now. Doc had a new shadow, Ren. Doc couldn’t even use the bathroom without Ren sitting outside waiting for him. He didn’t mind, in fact it soothed that ragged part of him, his kink that had been screaming at him when Ren had pulled away. If Doc didn’t know better he would say he was getting attached to Ren. He walked out of the bathroom and Ren followed him to the sofa, and Doc made space for Ren. Ren settled against Doc snuggling up to him. Doc gently stroked Ren’s arm and passed him the small bag of snacks. Ren hadn’t been eating much when he had been spiralling and Doc was trying to get Ren into the habit of snacking more, since his stomach has shrunk and he couldn’t manage full meals without being ill.

Doc had reviewed his project list and gently weaselled his way from under Ren who looked at him wide eyed and hurt. Doc ducked down to nuzzle noses. “I will be back baby, don’t you worry. I am going to see Renbob for a second.” He told him quietly. Then he saw that expression again, he didn’t know what it was but it was obvious it wasn’t good. The thing in him flared up, victorious. Ren didn’t want him to leave. Doc cupped Ren’s jaw and grumbled lowly. “Baby, Puppy, Ren… Shhhh… It is only for a second and then I am all yours. I promise you, I am only leaving to get some stuff to make you a gift.” He told him watching Ren perk right up at that.

Ren had been better recently but Doc could see the worn fur patches on his wrists. He could see the wounds were healing but they were obviously itching as they healed, which was making Ren chew at them again, making them bleed and weep and the cycle began again. It was keeping Ren awake as night when the itches started up again. Doc figured it would be a good way to help Ren out a little. Break the cycle. He could see the way Ren was distressed by it which wasn’t helping Ren’s mental health.

Ren gave him a look from under his eyelashes, which disarmed Doc. Doc never realised that Ren had such long eyelashes, fluttering them at him so sweetly. He swallowed loudly as Ren basically puppy dogged looked him into a flustering mess. Ren leaned to nuzzle Doc’s nose. “Doc… I need you though?” He whimpered sounding so heart broken that Doc never wanted to leave Ren again. “Please don’t leave me?” He tried pulling hard on Doc’s heart strings. He looked so sad and pathetic.

Doc had to be a bigger man here. Doc knew that Ren was needy and they were becoming a little co-dependant on each other. He had to be firm. He had to set boundaries. He told himself as he held Ren’s hand as they walked to see Renbob. Doc slid into the passenger seat and Ren quickly climbed into Doc’s lap, unashamedly snuggling up and shot his cousin an odd look. Doc tried to not blush and failed as he wrapped an arm around Ren’s waist. He felt like his face was burning up as Ren licked at his jaw. It was a good thing that Renbob was busy staring out the window because Doc didn’t think he could talk if Renbob was looking at them. “I saw you had uh pleather stuff for making friendship bracelets.” He felt so damn awkward. “Could… I… I have some?” He should stop Ren from licking at him but he didn’t want to push him away again and Ren would spiral again.

Renbob still didn’t meet his eyes as he dug through his kit. He shoved some small strips of coloured pleather towards him and some basic leather working tools. Doc was sure he was going to die from embarrassment as he looked at the scraps. “Um… I am going to need… Uh more… bigger pieces?” He managed to say. He reached down to cup Ren’s jaw and gently pulled him away. “Puppy please…” He found himself begging Ren. He looked into Ren’s warm eyes and quickly gave his nose a nuzzle before pulling back. His voice came out in a desperate whisper. “Ren, baby… I told you… we can go curl up together, just me and you in our den. Please my Everything.” He begged softly, Ren was making it so hard for Doc to focus on anything but Ren. He had a feeling that was Ren’s plan and it was working. He squeezed Ren’s hip, trying to show that he wasn’t pushing him away.

Ren nodded and settled with his head against Doc’s shoulder. His tail was wagging slowly back and forth while he shot Renbob proud looks. Not that Renbob was paying attention. He was focusing on a dial as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Renbob spoke up sounding amused if anything. Which was good. Doc didn’t want to annoy or freak out Renbob. He didn’t deserve it. He was Doc’s friend, family, pack. Renbob tilted his head. “Like… man… you making a big friendship bracelet?” He asked, giving Doc a wink.

Doc coughed lightly and panicking replied. “Uh I am a big friend? It is for uh Ren.” He replied, brain shorting out and making him answer the first thing that popped into his mind. He didn’t want to say he wanted to make Ren bracelets to stop him from chewing himself. He knew that Renbob knew about Ren’s issues but it still went unspoken amongst them. He didn’t want to out Ren suddenly considering he only just began to recover. He looked down as Ren giggled in his lap, nuzzling at Doc’s shoulder and the noise was good. Ren was happy and Doc felt that rush of pleasure as he got it right somehow. He didn’t know what was so funny but Ren was finally laughing again and that’s what mattered.

It was only when Doc got what he wanted from an equally amused Renbob and managed to carry it all one handed back to their bed, he realised why Renbob had given him a wink. He turned a dark red as he tried to focus on making the wide leather cuff bracelets for Ren, trying to get the cut correct and embellishing them instead of the fact Renbob had been joking about Doc making Ren a collar or something kinky but still gave him the supplies. Doc wondered if he could make weed pancakes.

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Doc had designed the bracelets carefully, he didn’t want something that Ren could chew off, or snag in his fur, so ties and clasps was out. Doc eventually decided upon a metal ring with a notch the two sides of the bracelet could be worked on and off which allowed Ren to remove them if he really wanted but not by accident. Doc was proud of them and added the finishing touches, he carefully etched the two goat heads onto the cuffs and put his tools down. He leaned over to see Ren watching him curled around him, warm and looking at him devotedly. Doc leaned over to nuzzle noses with Ren, murmuring softly. “Puppy, darling.” He cupped Ren’s jaw and happily stared into his eyes. He gave him a soft smile as Ren nuzzled back, also smiling.

Doc eventually pulled away but not before kissing Ren’s forehead, making him giggle pleased. He grumbled happily and held out the cuffs. “I made these for you.” He told him gently, feeling abashed as he presented them to him. He wasn’t a leather worker, or rather pleather since the hippy only used fake leather. He should have asked Vintage to make them but then he might have asked what he needed them for and the idea of Ren wearing something so personal made from someone else made Doc’s kink flare up. He gently opened the cuffs, carefully slipped onto Ren’s wrists. Doc made sure to kept his touch super light and careful. He fastened them slowly so proud as he saw how well they fitted Ren. “They okay?” He asked shyly, still wanting to check.

Ren was busy staring at the black pleather cuffs, with the silver thread pattern and the embossed goat heads, filled in with silver leaf. He reached out to trace the pattern and looked up at Doc. It was all the warning Doc got before Ren jumped at him, nuzzling and licking his jaw while crying. Doc clutched Ren closer and squeezed him. Ren was busy babbling happily at Doc. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He pressed kisses all over Doc’s face as he babbled. “I mean, you are the best, seriously. I never had anything so nice before…” Doc’s stomach twisted at the thought. Ren was a builder mainly, he did do logging but he wasn’t a redstoner with farms to sell gear. He didn’t think Ren was suffering but not having nice things sat wrong with Doc. He would make sure to give Ren more stuff, spoil his little Puppy rotten just to earn more of those kisses and smiles. He leaned into kiss him happily. Ren pulled away panting soon enough, wide eyed and happy then looked up with an evil gremlin smile. “Marked me as the Goat’s huh?” He brushed a finger over the embossed pattern. “Everyone will know I am all yours.”

Doc was pretty sure he was blue screened as Ren just did that to him. He made a choking noise as he inhaled his own spit, making him cough as he tried to recover. He managed to get himself mostly under control. He leaned into nuzzle noses with Ren. “Baby, Puppy….” He sounded so strained. “You don’t have to… you know. I made them to make you better… not to get that… No booped snoots needed you know?” He tried to tell him, figuring Ren felt like he had to play into Doc’s kinks to say thank you for the gift. It hurt to think Ren thought that he didn’t deserve anything unless he was paying for it with his body. Doc felt such anger at the world for making his Puppy feel that way.

Ren was going to say something else but their communicators rung. They were apparently in range to get signal and the weekly Hermit meeting was about to begin. Doc tried to move Ren off him so he could grab his earphones only Ren was resistant. “We attending the same meeting Doc… we can just use your communicator and I don’t have to move.” He told him and before Doc could even think about saying otherwise, Ren answered the call and settled back against Doc.

Doc huffed before shifting so they were both comfortable. Ren tucked himself under Doc’s chin as Doc rested his head between the fluffy ears, all perky and happy. Doc may have screen shotted his communicator to capture the adorable picture of the pair in their camera feed. Ren looked so happy and content, looking up to shoot Doc happy grins and Doc just couldn’t resist nuzzling gently at an ear base with his chin, hoping it wasn’t too obvious but judging by Scar’s smirk and wink into the camera he had seen. Doc felt a twist of warmth through him, maybe it was the acceptance or someone seeing Ren in his lap and happy. Doc hoped that this wasn’t a new kink developing. He had enough trouble with his current ones and Doc really didn’t want Xisuma trying to bring the Hermits to order to be the backing track to his sex life.

Thankfully the meeting started soon after, Doc’s attention however was stolen by something else. Ren was an energetic thing, loud and vocal and excitable. Doc loved it about the man, he truly enjoyed watching Ren catch up with his friends and family. Seeing Ren looking far happier than he had in a while was amazing. But the fact that Ren was effectively squirming in his lap meant that Doc couldn’t focus on anything but the delicious warm weight in his lap. Ren smelt like him, like pleather, like them and Doc couldn’t honestly remember what the meeting was about. His brain was just looping the same thought again and again. ‘Don’t get hard, don’t bite him, don’t call him puppy.’ At least when the Hermits sung him the happy birthday song, his thought loop had a backing track.

Doc was sure he was sweating as he realised everyone was looking at him, with his Puppy in his lap, wiggling against his half hard cock. “Thank you?” He managed in more of a growl which made Ren shiver against him, and a whiff of aroused Puppy filled his nose. He wanted to bury his face into Ren’s neck and claim him. The perverse side of him screamed for it, everyone was watching, everyone would see it. He managed to lift his head away from Ren just in time before he let his kink go wild. It wasn’t as if it would actually bond them, everyone would be freaked out though.

Doc didn’t even notice the meeting had ended and everyone was just catching up with each other in smaller groups. He only realised when Ren reached for his snacks, Scar who had joined him in a side room spoke up. “Those are pretty!” As Ren stuffed his mouth full of jerky.

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Doc could see Ren’s wide eyed look, flushed and when Doc dipped his head, it wasn’t fear coming from the man, or it if was, it was only a small amount because what filled Doc’s nose was Ren’s musky arousal. Ren liked being seen or liked Scar? Maybe there was something between the pair. Something Doc never picked up on, like all the other things he missed about Ren. He couldn’t stop his hands from settling on Ren’s hips and squeezing the man, making him grind back thankfully off camera. Doc glowered from over Ren’s head at Scar. It wasn’t that Scar was a bad guy… just not the right guy for Ren. It wasn’t an anti human thing or that fact they were both builders, he didn’t believe that stereotype of that two redstoners couldn’t be together or two builders. Scar just was disorganised and distracted easy and Doc could imagine Ren getting forgotten by the man in the midst of his mega build and chest monsters.

Doc felt that perverse side of him flare up as he smirked staring Scar down, as he had Ren in his lap, squirming and scenting so good for him. “I made them for him.” He told Scar proud and reached down to gently grasp Ren’s wrist and Ren let him lift his arm up to show Scar the embossed leather. “Specially made for him. He deserved something nice, you know?” Doc goaded, sounding smug, letting Scar take whatever he wanted from that. If Scar was scared off, well, it just proved Doc correct as if Doc wanted to bond Ren, he wouldn’t let anyone scare him off.

Scar looked amused and nodded his head. “Very fine craftsmanship. The ‘O’ ring is a nice touch, one would just mistake them as jewellery if you didn’t know any better. Beautiful and functional. Ren is very lucky he has someone skilled and considerate.” He purred, knowingly confusing Doc. How did Doc know that they were chew guards for Ren? Did he see the signs? Did Ren tell him? Did Scar guess? Scar was the sort of person who just knew these sorts of things. It made the man a very effective salesman or conman, depending on who you asked. He reckoned it might be his attention to detail as Scar was an amazing builder because of it.

Doc found himself stroking the leather and shot Scar a grin. “Only the best for my Puppy.” He absent-mindedly told him, distracted at how Ren was looking up at him so wide eyed and flustered. All Doc could smell was Ren’s musky pleasure. He could see how the man was tenting his jeans. Thankfully off camera. Doc leaned into press a kiss to Ren’s temple, hoping to sooth the man, to let him know that it was okay. “He would slip out of cloth too easily and I didn’t want him chewing through it either.” He told Scar softly finally turning to the camera again. “Plus they suit him you know?” He felt a little perverse, he was really saying having Doc’s mark on Ren suited him. He brushed his thumb over the goat head with a smirk. “Don’t you think so Scar?” He puffed up as he stared down the camera.

Scar nodded easily and his agreement soothed something in Doc. Scar chuckled. “Of course, happiness suits Ren.” He gave the pair a wink, his easy grin and words, took away the little darkness that was in Doc and Doc unbristled. Scar wasn’t a threat. Scar recognised that Doc was good for Ren. His more perverse side revelled in it. He was letting himself get carried away, Ren wasn’t saying or doing anything against it, just enjoying Doc’s attention judging by the flush, the tenting, the pure smutty scent coming off Ren. He leaned in to grasp Ren’s jaw, pulling his head up to look into his face.

Doc grumbled lowly. “Yes, makes him even more pretty.” He commented. “Aren’t you puppy?” He asked watching the pink on Ren’s face become bright red. Ren was gorgeous like this. His eyes dark with need and his tongue kept darting out, licking and wetting his lips as he looked up into Doc’s face. He nodded before letting out a little whine of need. Doc chuckled softly. “You like your gift, don’t you?” He asked, grumbling happily as Ren nodded again. It seemed that Ren couldn’t talk right now but that was okay. Doc knew what he wanted, what Ren needed and Doc stroked his jaw. “Good Puppy.”

Scar made an amused and interested noise before his device beeped loudly. “I am going to be losing signal soon but happy birthday Doc, I will be sending you a present soon enough, but I think you gave yourself the best one. Just invite me to your ceremo….” The call cut off suddenly, leaving them alone. Doc tossed the communicator to the side before Ren grasped his horns. Ren pulled him roughly into a dirty eager kiss.

Ren was rocking needy in his lap, whining open and freely. He pulled away and giggled. “My dude, you know what Scar thought you were on about?” He asked wiggling in his lap. “Because my dude, he gonna be disappointed to learn these were just to stop me chewing on my fur.” He reached for Doc’s lab coat lapels and pushed it off Doc’s shoulders. Ren moaned at the sight of him and leaned in to press kisses over his chest and shoulders. “He thought you made these for bondage. You know bondage cuffs?”

Doc looked down curiously. “Bondage?” He asked quietly. “What is that? It is bonding?” He pondered, not sure what Ren was on about. Did Scar think they were courting? Or bonding? Because Doc didn’t mind if it kept people away from Ren who wasn’t worthy. He moved to kiss this throat, his kink flaring up as he thought about others thinking they were bonding.

Ren giggled and grabbed Doc’s horns again. He pulled on his horns forcing his face away. “Dude, you know tying me up?” He told him and suddenly Doc was hit by a thousand lovely images of Ren strapped up, tied up and helpless for him and he almost bucked Ren out of his lap as his hips jerked at the very idea. Ren giggled louder. “My Doc likes that idea huh? You wanna tie me up? Because I think I wanna be tied up by you.”

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Doc didn’t know where to begin. He had so many ideas. His Puppy would look so good, with maybe dark green binds, pretty and matching his Puppy’s colouring. He wanted silk for him, something soft and special. Good to touch, good to run his hands along, feeling Ren squirm and buck and beg. He could strap Ren up, suspend his little Puppy in the air, unable to move or stop Doc’s touch. He could leave him stuck there, for whenever Doc had the urge and use his mouth and hole as he wanted, when he wanted and his Puppy would beg for more.

Ren kissed him pulling him out of his day dreams and gave him a happy giggle. “I realised something Doc.” He told him cupping Doc’s jaw and stroking him between kisses to his face. Doc was struck again by how pretty Ren was. His face filled with delight and happiness and longing. Doc added another tally mark to his ongoing count of all the moments he realised how pretty Ren was. He kissed him back, desperately needing to show him affection, needing to quell the rush of emotions sitting in his chest. Ren pulled back, eyes lidded. “Oh no, no distracting me Doc… I realised something… We never talked about what you like…” He giggled in his lap, looking up at him amused and pleased.

“You.” Doc blurted out quickly. The answer was immediate and reactionary. He didn’t have to think. He knew Ren had changed him, he didn’t think he would ever find someone who matched so well for him, someone so adorable, someone so sexy. His favourites was Ren dressed, Ren undressed, Ren under him, Ren on top of him. It was all good. It was all perfect. He really had to show Ren just how pretty he looked as he took his cock, how good he looked with his lips wrapped around his cock. He wouldn’t ask Doc what Doc liked. He would know it was Ren. In every way he could get him. Doc wondered how did his kink become this powerful. He didn’t think he had much of a sex drive considering his issues but Ren was disproving it.

Ren giggled louder and pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling away. Ren wiggled happily in his lap. “Why thank you Doc. I really like you too.” He told him sweetly, and the clip was immediately saved to Ren’s gallery of moments. He couldn’t help it. Doc knew he would play that clip again and again and again because honestly, it made him feel good. Ren leaned into nuzzle noses with him. “I meant you know… what you like in bed… and don’t say me again. I know you like me.” Ren cheekily reached down and cupped Doc’s hard cock making him groan. Ren sadly pulled his hand away after a few teasing strokes. Doc wanted to grab his wrist and make him continue.

Doc sucked in a deep breath and flushed. He could do this. He should be able to say it. He opened his mouth to talk and something came out. “If you tell me what you like.” He suddenly was a lot more invested in this. If he was going to have to share his weird kinks, then Ren should share his. The idea about learning about what made Ren all hot, was probably the best idea he ever had. He had his notes app open and was waiting with baited breath. He wondered if he should just spreadsheet it or Gantt chart it against his planned sessions and ideas and see if he could make Ren cry so pretty for him, helplessly cumming and sobbing. He was sure he could optimise a play session and push Ren so far along, that he would be helpless.

Ren squirmed and played coy in Doc’s lap. He leaned into nuzzle at Doc’s jaw. He giggled softly. “Why Doc, you wanna know what I jerk off too. What I imagine you doing to me when I get all horny?” He asked, fingers trailing against Doc’s chest. Doc looked down at him, seeing the flush on his cheeks, the way Ren was teasing him and grumbled at him. He placed a heavy hand on Ren’s hip and squeezed hard, digging his claws into Ren’s softness making him whimper all sweet. Ren rocked a little. “Okay, okay…” He trailed off before shivering. “I think you know… I like my Doc all monstrous. I know… it isn’t uh… Normal… or nice and I am sorry if you like… don’t like it. I mean I like you for your smartness, your kindness but sometimes when you… get a little rough with me, using your claws and fangs, I… I mean..” He rambled bright red in his lap, it was adorable. Ren was all embarrassed for being… what was the term that Etho once mentioned when drunk and suggested they go off world to a club and find company… a monster fucker. It made sense why Ren kept trying to get him to bite him, he wanted to feel Doc’s fangs, feel like he was in danger, like he was being hunted down by a monster. Somehow it made it okay. Ren was pretending that he was a monster and Doc was pretending Ren was his Everything. They were both using each other to get off.

Doc kissed Ren’s forehead. “I like it Puppy.” He told him softly. “You aren’t scared of me.” He commented and moved down to press kisses to his lips. He could feel how Ren was trying to deepen it but Doc pulled away smirking. “My little monster fucker.” He saw the exact second Ren registered what he said. Ren’s face coloured bright red and he made a growling yip noise. He buried his head into his hands looking mortified. Doc cackled happily as Ren groaned pained.

Ren looked up whimpering. “How… who… told you about that?” He asked obviously curious. Doc could understand his confusion. He hadn’t realised about anal, didn’t know about bondage so how did Doc know about something as freaky as monster fuckers. Doc pressed kisses to his throat and jaw, drawing it out, feeling Ren’s giggling squirms as he pressed his fangs against Ren’s collar bones. “Dooooooooc!” Ren groaned lowly. “Come on man…”

Doc growled playfully, dragging moans out of Ren in the process. “Etho.” He told him simply. Doc didn’t know if Ren had an issue with Etho but Ren pulled an ugly expression, his Puppy growling as he repeated the name questioning. Doc continued, confused. “… Yeah during our time at Mind Crack he took me clubbing telling me we needed to find one…We didn’t but the term stuck in my brain.” He finished simply, seeing Ren relaxing at his words.

Ren looked up and grinned suddenly, bright and happy. The sudden change confusing Doc. Ren gave him an evil smirk. “Doc… your turn… What do you like?” He asked giggling happily.

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Doc found himself bright red and trying not to panic. He didn’t have to tell him everything, even though he wanted to. He leaned to nuzzle noses, mostly to buy him time as he figured out what he was going to say. He could see the evil grin on Ren’s face as the man enjoyed his suffering. Doc hummed lowly. “You.” He smirked back, two could play at this game. “I like you.” He cackled as Ren threw his hands up annoyed. Doc peppered Ren’s faces with kisses until the frown quickly became a giggling smile. It was adorable how Ren wiggled in his lap, looking so adorable as Doc covered him in kisses.

Ren grinned up so happily before he gave Doc a few lazy kisses. “Doc… please my man. I told you my kinks… Well one of them.” He winked saucily making Doc laugh. He pressed more kisses to Ren’s happy face, unable to resist. The man was just so adorable and Doc couldn’t stop himself. He loved having moments like this where they weren’t frantic but instead just enjoying each other, slowly, focused on each other. He gently cupped Ren’s jaw and brought him in for a slow nose nuzzle. He could see how Ren was flushed and pleased as Doc accepted his kink.

Doc chuckled. “I suppose you did Ren… Maybe I should just share one?” He teased playfully watching Ren’s playful annoyed expressions. “Okay okay… Puppy you want to know? You… I like thinking about you. I like it when you are confident, needy and desperate. I love it when you stop hiding and take what you want. Grabbing my horns and arching against me, needing my touch and mouth.” He grumbled and leaned in. “I like it when you show me how much you need me, want me.” Doc swallowed loudly before putting it out there. “Just me.” He whispered. “I can’t bond you, I mean… But I like uh the idea of having someone? I mean possessiveness?” He explained quickly, rushing it out, hoping Ren wouldn’t ask any questions. He didn’t know if he could answer him right now. He did his best not to think about his issues, but being around Ren and his growing kink, he was struggling at not spiralling about it.

Ren looked down suddenly, his voice sounding oddly small yet thick. “Yeah I get it. Uh… It is okay… we can just pretend yeah.” Doc didn’t know why Ren was curling into himself, his ears scrunched to his skull and his tail stilled. Doc knew his kink was odd and Ren was already being kind to put up with it. Doc gently lifted Ren’s head up and licked his jaw until Ren giggled and grabbed Doc’s horns pulling his head closer, demanding kisses. Doc happily gave him as many as he wanted until they pulled away panting breathless. Doc pressed his forehead against Ren’s as they recovered, not wanting to be apart from him for too long.

Ren bit his lower lip. “I suppose it is my turn to share dude… I guess I like role play.” He commented. “You know sexy… acting. Using our imagination.” He told Doc shyly. “Like… We be strangers and you know how much I need it, and you pin me down and give it to me all good. You know?” He was so red and unable to look into Doc’s eyes. Doc wasn’t that surprised by it. Ren was a storyteller after all. He was creative, imaginative in everything he does. Why would sex be any different? Then it hit him… Role play. They could act out of some of Doc’s fantasies. He could get to record Ren being his Everything, begging him all sweet for Doc’s claim. Doc nuzzled up and down his throat, imagining it already.

“I like that.” Doc commented simply. He liked thinking about Ren in all sorts of situations. His tastes had became much more complex since he started blowing off steam with Ren. He grumbled lowly. “What about a little innocent thing… being caught by a big bad monster.” He growled deeper. “I can imagine a sweet little tasty thing like you, would make the perfect little victim.” He could feel Ren shiver in his grasp. He tightened his grip, digging his claws into him as Ren bucked panting with a cry. “I would be unable to resist not taking you.” He leaned into press his fangs against Ren’s shoulder, making the man cry out as he came in his lap.

Doc cupped Ren’s jaw and nuzzled his nose watching his Puppy ride out of his pleasure. Ren shuddered as he opened his eyes, dazed. “Doc, my dude. You just spoil me, don’t you?” He whispered before looking up at Doc and giving him a cheeky wink. “Of course, Doc… you been courting me ain’t ya?” He accused and reached up to run his fingers along his horn. “You been so good to me, my dude… You wanna claim me?” He asked tilting his throat up.

Doc clutched Ren to him, hard enough to probably leave bruises as his cock jutted hard against Ren’s plump behind. “Puppy.” He groaned as he watched him as Ren ran his fingers up and down his throat. This was just role play. It was okay. They could just… pretend. He didn’t have to hide his kink, he just had to make sure he didn’t bite. Maybe he could get Ren something to wear so Doc could bite down on it without worrying about what it might cause after. He watched his fingers eagerly, wondering if his imagination was that good or Ren was just good at knowing what Doc wanted but Ren was very much copying his favourite fantasy. Doc was so happy he was filming it because he knew he was going to use it again in the future.

Ren giggled happily squirming in his lap, rocking against Doc’s hard cock. “What if I want it up here…” He brushed over the top of his throat, showing off a spot just under his jaw. “Nice and high up so everyone can see it… everyone can see I am all yours Doc. Couldn’t hide if I wanted to dude… and trust me I don’t. Everyone will know I am all yours, Doc’s Puppy, his bonded, his claimed.” Ren rushed out.

Doc had to correct himself, this was better. Ren was so good. So much better than fantasies. Ren was just saying pure smut to Doc now and he bucked helplessly grinding against Ren’s behind. He growled lowly as Ren continued. “So you wanna bite me Doc, claim me all good?” He asked lowly. “Or something nastier… You are all humany sometimes though, so I wonder if you would even like this…” He commented lowly. “You wanna mark me a different way?” He asked before sinking to between Doc’s knees, kneeling on the floor. He reached up to unzip him and palmed his length. “You wanna cum over my face Doc? Mark me all as yours?” Whatever Ren was going to say next was lost as all it took was one pump before Doc was spilling breathlessly over Ren’s surprised face. “I guess you did…” Ren giggled milking Doc as he finished with a moan, watching Ren get coated in his seed all while his Puppy giggled amused as he smeared his cock length against his cheeks, using it to rub his seed into his fur.

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Ren was busy showering and cleaning his fur off, sadly Ren couldn’t walk around like that in front of Renbob, though Ren was all for it. He had bundled his Puppy off to the shower while he stayed sprawled out, trying to not just go over the footage and plan more fun sessions. Doc made himself comfortable as he tried to find the least exciting thing to read and found his wolf story. Apparently that was a bad decision as all of a sudden the creeper and wolf went from grooming each other and sharing food, to an extremely graphic scene of the creeper mounting the wolf… and bonding them. Doc sat up, unable to believe as the writer went over how unnatural and disgusting it was and how the writer should have recognised the signs.

Doc shut the book down and lay back, mind spinning as he thought about it. He wanted to groom Ren, he wanted to feed Ren, he wanted to curl around him and never let him go… He didn’t want to present him detached animal limbs to chew on, but he did want to gift Ren all sorts of things, just to make him happy. He went through the book again, seeing the little things the creeper did to the wolf… as some sort of courtship and Doc was doing all of it. All of it. In one way or another.

Did this mean Doc wanted to bond Ren?

Was the doctors wrong? Doc forced himself to think about the book he had gone through. He had purged most of his knowledge banks on detachment disorder. When he was first diagnosed he had read pretty much everything he could on the subject. It was maybe morbidity curiosity or a vague interest in why everyone was so sad… but relieved. He was only a young thing, bouncing between hybrid homes and fosters at the time. Being part hostile mob, he came with a lot of stigmas and stereotypes and each of the places he went to expected him to be a certain way… not the way he was. He had tried for the first couple of placements, when he was a child, desperately trying to please people but even when he tried, he failed. The longest he had was 3 years at a place before he was moved onto another foster facility.

It didn’t help he had no memory of how he came to be. Experiment, curse, accident or not. Careless adults caught whispering when he was younger, let him know what people thought he was. Monster. Either created in a lab or forced upon someone and dumped into the foster facilities to eventually go to a Hybrid Readjustment Facility. By the time he was 10, he had been living with 6 different homes and family and he was done with trying to fit in. He didn’t. What was the point? He would be moved on soon enough, so why waste the energy trying to please people that he couldn’t. It didn’t help that at this age he had found his own interests in redstone and spent most of his time with nose in endless textbooks and research. The idea of being able to build machines to give you everything you need was amazing. The thought of building a system to give Doc endless food, no sneaking from lock cupboards or begging, was an addictive one. He was growing and his current home, thought he was eating too much. They weren’t getting as much profit from the system if he was eating half a stack of potatoes a day.

His next home was different smaller, and the people were… more involved. They wanted to pretend they were all a happy family straight off. They was demanding that Doc immediately behaved like they were a family without letting him relax in this new environment. Any attempt at finding his own space was viewed as Doc being unreasonable. The constant punishments and the forced attempts at being ‘a family’ when Doc didn’t even know what that meant, led to Doc to pulling away even more so. It was a vicious cycle where he couldn’t do anything right and led to him huddled in little dark corners, trying to hide in textbooks. He assumed they were going to send him back when they dragged him to an office. Thankfully Doc had a textbook with him to read as the adults talked amongst themselves.

The place was all white with the man standing behind a big desk. He looked important. The walls was filled with heavy bookcases, some of the book even had the man’s name on. An author. Doc felt his fingers twitch, he wanted to explore the shelves. What did the man write about? He looked so official and important and all knowing with his lab coat and walls covered in framed certificates. When he spoke the foster leaders actually shut up for once and listened to him. Doc wondered how he got so important and respected and Doc wanted to be like him. Doc bet that no one took away his books and made him do anything. Doc quickly shoved his nose into his book, knowing people didn’t like him looking at things, they thought he was planning on stealing something or making mischief some how. Doc did keep an ear out, a lesson learned the hard way to always look like you weren’t paying attention but still listen to every word. The humans quickly talking about him as if he wasn’t there. The doctor was very understanding, nodding and talking quickly. Doc struggled to keep up, his passion was redstone not psychology. Doc tried to look innocent as the doctor approached him at last. The questions the man asked of him was odd and intrusive and Doc didn’t want to answer the strange old man. All Doc wanted to know was if he had to pack or not? Was he being moved on?

Eventually the questioning stopped and the doctor nodded. “I see what you mean. Of course, with mixed hybrids, this is much more common that you think. Their lack of normalcy means even in their own beliefs, as primitive as they are, they cannot form attachments like you and I.” Doc tried not to react as the doctor turned to the foster leaders and nodded. “Classic detachment disorder. I am sure you tried your very best to normalise him but I am afraid when the hybridity is… this profound… there is nothing you can do. He will never be able to make true friendships or have emotional bonds like parental ones. I am sure you have tried your very best but he is just broken. He will be unable to even have mate. Hybrids have this primitive system of bonding. They aren’t developed enough to be above certain things like us humans so they have evolved to have a mental link almost with their partners as a way to stop things like cheating. Very primitive. In a way he is lucky to be unable to bond.”

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Doc didn’t want to get his hopes up. What if he was misdiagnosed? What if he wanted to bond Ren, what if… He forced himself to stop and search his data banks for the book on detachment disorder and reread the textbook. He was so engrossed in rereading and trying to figure it out, he missed the soggy Puppy joining him to curl into his side, nuzzling before drifting off, all tuckered out and adorable. Doc did place an arm around him automatically, drawing the man close, and running his fingers through his damp fur as Doc reread and rewatched footage. He had made lists and compared his notes to the book and Doc had a new theory… he was displaying the signs the creeper made in the story. The creeper bonded with the wolf. Doc should be able to bond with Ren… He had to stop getting himself getting too carried away though.

Doc had to confirm some stuff. He slipped out of the bed and paused only to shed his lab coat and give it to the still sleeping Ren. As soon as Doc pulled away, Ren had whined, nuzzling and reaching out for him. Doc couldn’t help but feel hopeful. Ren… was affectionate, and devoted and sweet and maybe he would be willing to be courted and he could bond him… he could get his fantasies… Get Ren. He felt a tight fluttering feeling in his chest swell. He reached down to cup Ren’s jaw, and stroked his face gently, Ren even in his sleep, nuzzled into his touch. He was so adorable. Doc could have him… maybe. He was getting ahead of himself again. He had one book maybe telling him something different after a lifetime of experiencing something else. Ren was worth it though?

Ren settled back into a deeper sleep, nuzzling into his lab coat, rubbing his face against it. Doc took a picture before headed into the front of the RV and sat heavily into the passenger seat. He fidgeted nervously before blurting out. “I need signal. I need to talk to the Hivemind.” He swallowed. “I need to talk to them as soon as possible. Please.” He found himself almost begging. “I need…” He looked down surprised to see he was clenching his fists almost painfully tight. He forced himself to unclench his hands. “It is… important. Honestly.” He pleaded before looking up. Renbob nodded and passed over his blunt to Doc who for once took a deep drag, coughing roughly as the smoke hit the back of his throat. He spluttered, coughing into his fist before he got himself under control.

Renbob took it back and toked on it hard. “Don’t worry man, whatever is eating you we will get you sorted, Doc you is pack my man.” He told him softly. “Anything you need, you ask. I got ya my man.” He patted Doc’s knee and got to work adjusting their course to the nearest GigaCorp Fuel Space Station. No questions and no arguments, Renbob was a legend in Doc’s eyes. He needed help and Renbob just gave it to him. Doc realised that if his theory was right, and Ren was… amenable to the idea of being his properly… well Renbob would be family and it just felt right. The hippy went from being a crusty weirdo in Doc’s eyes to a smart and capable man over the course of this trip. He would be lucky to have Renbob as family. Family. A new concept for Doc. He liked the idea, no loved it. He couldn’t wait. He just had to check something with the Hivemind first.

He had to force himself to slow down again. He was getting ahead of himself. He couldn’t help it. The idea of finally having a family, finally having a mate was all too addictive. He always thought he couldn’t so he didn’t ever think about it. Why torture himself with things he couldn’t have. He threw himself deep into the grind, building and the many redstone machines of his. If he was too tired to think, too busy to stop then it didn’t hurt. He had to stop himself though. If he was wrong then this would hurt so much more. Having to relearn that he couldn’t have them. Not in the way he wanted. He took heavy puffs on the blunt, until it was all gone, leaving him with the scag end and he was dizzy from the weed. He found himself staring into the void watching the stars fly by leaving Doc breathless and amazed at the universe. Doc jumped as Renbob poked at him. “My dude, sorry to break your vibe but we got signal.” He told Doc. Doc didn’t say anything before he fled to the sofa wanting some privacy.

Doc stared at his communicator and shoved his headphones in scrambling to call them helplessly. “The book you sent me. James Dross’ The Beige Journal…” He started, unable to keep his voice down, his hand twitching around his communicator as he rushed it out. Something cold washed over him as the Hivemind began to giggle and laugh. “What?” He asked brokenly, something was happening and Doc didn’t know what… the Hivemind was acting stranger than usual. “Tell me! What the fuck is going on?” He roared. Thankfully Ren could sleep through anything because Doc was full on snarling into the camera now.

He didn’t know who it was but someone meekly admitted the book had been a prank. Something they wrote between them all to trick Doc as a joke. To tease him about Ren and nothing more. Doc couldn’t hear any more over the rushing in his ears. He let out a quiet defeated whisper. “It was all lies…” He felt pain, his entire body hurt. His chest ached, his eyes burned with unshed tears, his throat felt too tight to breath. Of course it was all lies. Doc was broken. Doc couldn’t have a mate. Couldn’t have that bond, that family, that connection. He couldn't love. He should have known better. He was a broken monster. He didn’t listen, couldn't listen to the Hivemind trying to tell him that they researched it, that the behaviours was accurate they just made the fiction up. He hung up and pitched his communicator across the room snarling. He didn’t feel the pain from having his headphones yanked out of his ears with the gesture.

Doc grabbed the cushion next to him and buried his face into it and let loose all the helpless sobs inside of him. His heart was breaking once again. This was why he didn’t dwell on stuff like this. This thing they had was nothing but an obsession born from being trapped together and needing to blow off steam. It was a kink and nothing more. Doc really should have known better. He was a monster, unable to love, why would he ever have a chance with RenDog. He didn’t deserve his angel. It was only so long until Ren realised that himself and would find himself someone who could give Ren everything he deserved. Doc forced himself to head back to their bed. If he was going to lose Ren one day, as much as his kink hated the idea, he might as well get every second he could before Doc was alone again.

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Doc was half sleep deprived as he woke up from a nap with a warm heavy weight on him. He looked down to see Ren curled up in a tight ball on him, his tail over his nose and he looked so fucking adorable that Doc honestly couldn’t. He just lay there admiring Ren, stroking his ears and trying to commit everything to memory as much as possible. He didn’t know how long he had him like this and at least when Doc was alone he had the memories to make him smile during the lonely long nights. He just wished this moment lasted forever.

Eventually though Ren woke up and looked up at him so happy and pleased. Doc drew him into a desperate eager kiss, wanting to try to chase the bad out with pleasure instead. He kept kissing him even when they needed air, it took Ren grabbing both his horns and forcing his head away to make him pull off. Doc was going to apologise, try to make things right, maybe explain but Ren just giggled all sweet. “You had some real good dreams Doc? Because I didn’t… but I woke up to one.” He winked and leaned into press more heated kisses to his skin. Doc tried to kiss the bits of Ren he could reach as Ren had a firm grip on his horns and wouldn’t let him move his head too much. It was hot, as he realised Ren was using him for his pleasure. He grumbled lowly, trying to get Ren’s attention, and maybe be able to give more than light kisses to him.

Doc gasped. “Puppy Ren, darling… Am I making you feel all good?” He asked voice deep and husky from the pleasure running through him. “Or is you are making me, make you feel good?” He groaned as his words seemed to have inspired Ren to tug his head firmly. Ren shuffled so his cock, already hard and aching and wet was pressed against Doc’s chin. Doc could easily press his tongue out and taste him but he raised an eyebrow. “Something you want?” He teased, making sure to breath heavily over his length, making it bob and shudder. “Hmmm I wonder what.”

Ren growled, a deep frustrated noise which made Doc’s cock twitch. His Puppy getting all worked up and needy. “Doc… you are going to suck me!” He demanded and it was adorable. Ren was trying to be fierce and demanding and it was frankly so adorable. Doc rewarded Ren’s attempt at being dominate with a little suck on his cock tip. Doc moaned as the musky taste of Ren filled his senses. He had to force himself to let his cock slip from his mouth, a trail of spit still joining them afterwards. Doc looked up and raise a challenging eyebrow. He was daring his Puppy to do what he wanted. Ren finally was spurred into motion and he shifted to press his cock against Doc’s lips, eager and messy, smearing his precum all over Doc’s grin.

Doc finally opened his mouth and gagged suddenly as Ren pressed in hard. He didn’t get any warning before Ren shifted to hold himself up by putting his hands on the wall van as he rocked, fucking into Doc’s mouth. Doc finally managed to disable his gag reflex as he felt Ren rabbit fuck into his mouth. The man was eager and clumsy as he rocked, whining softly. Ren sounded so strained and breathless. “Doc… please, Fuck… fuck.” He mumbled. “Love you… love your mouth so good, so fucking good, always wanted to…” He cut himself off to howl desperately. “Oh oh oh!” He whimpered. “Doc please…” He begged even though he was the one stopping his eager thrusts.

Doc could barely suck on him as Ren rocked, only when he paused he could take in how eager and needy he was. Ren’s length was hot and heavy against his tongue, dribbling precum in his mouth. Doc swallowed eagerly. He could see how Ren was trembling as he pulled his cock out of Doc’s mouth with a whimper. It looked like his Puppy really did enjoy being pushed and broken so beautiful that even when Ren was in charge, Ren still denied himself. Doc sounded a little hoarse as he spoke up. “Puppy… I want you to sit on my face, I wanna lick you.” He whispered, feeling his face red from just saying it.

Ren moaned and fisted his spit slick cock a couple of times before shuffling forward nervously. “What if I… hurt you Doc?” He asked worried. “Or if you want me to stop?” He asked unsure but excited. Doc could see Ren wanted it but was nervous. Doc quietly tapped on Ren’s legs until Ren climbed off of him confused. Doc reached out and grasped Ren’s scuff in his metal hand and lifted him easily in one hand.

Doc looked amused at his Puppy dangling from his grip. Ren looked up at him exhilarated judging by the look on his face. Ren had tucked his legs up to make himself hang there. Doc grumbled. “See Puppy, you couldn’t do anything I didn’t want but if I need air or something, how about I tug your tail a couple times?” He suggested, even as Ren began rocking himself back and forth in Doc’s grasp. Doc could see how Ren was aching hard, obviously more than enjoying the display of strength from him. Doc lowered him gently, rolling his eyes at the man. “Puppy… focus.” He admonished and laughed as he climbed back on the bed to lie down.

Ren was much more eager now and quickly straddled Doc’s head. Doc grabbed his hips and helped Ren lower himself down. He was happily surrounded by Ren’s furry musky fur as he licked him eagerly. He could feel Ren was rocking and grinding frantically against his tongue. Doc moved his hand blindly to palm Ren’s cock as he lapped into him. Doc could feel Ren’s knot swell against his fingers as he got closer to finishing. Doc removed his hand and Ren went crazy, so close and desperate, his hips pumping as he rode Doc’s tongue desperately needing more but Doc denied him. Ren reached for his own cock but Doc wasn’t having it. He pushed the begging Ren off him.

Doc fumbled for what he wanted, and pulled out a length of rope, Doc had stashed from the emergency supplies cupboard. It wasn’t much it would do for now. He held it out and smirked. “My turn, Puppy.” He told Ren, taking in the man’s heaving form, hard cock with knot still inflated, dribbling precum all over his thighs. “You have been a bad bad Puppy.”

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Ren went wide eyed and held up his wrists willingly before tilting his head confused. “Am I supposed to be bad or not?” He asked sounding conflicted. “I don’t know…” His sweet little Puppy confused about if he should be fighting Doc or not to be tied up. He looked so adorable and needy, chest heaving and cock dripping down his thighs, looking at his bracers wondering if Doc wanted him fighting or not. It was honestly Ren in a nutshell, needy and desperate yet trying his best to please Doc. Doc wondered if it made him a bad person, the way he enjoyed Ren’s need to please him, the way Ren looked at him for guidance, the way Ren was willing to do anything Doc wanted. Doc did snap a few pictures unable to resist.

Doc approached slowly and cupped Ren’s face. He drew Ren’s attention to himself and stroked his thumb over Ren’s jaw and watched as Ren relaxed a little, nuzzling into Doc’s hand. Doc admired how Ren took a deep breath and wagged his tail. Doc grumbled lowly at Ren. “It is okay Puppy, you are doing so well for me. We didn’t talk about this beforehand, you did nothing wrong by not knowing.” He soothed, seeing the stressed wrinkles around Ren’s eyes relaxing, letting Doc know that he had gotten it right. His Puppy just wanted to be good… even if it means being bad too. “You are going to be good for me, gonna let me tie you all up, fill your slick tight hole up and make you cry.” He growled watching Ren shiver. “Of course since you wanted to be all in charge you can sit in my lap and ride me good.” He told him.

Doc grabbed the rope and before he could start to tie Ren up. Ren reached down, making eye contact with Doc as he pulled his t shirt off, leaving him fully bare apart from the bracers. They didn’t have to say what it meant for Ren to do it. Doc just brought him in for a jaw lick feeling Ren tremble in his grasp. He gently positioned Ren’s arms behind his back and threaded the rope between the O rings and tied his wrists together tightly. He never thought just a change in position of a couple limbs could be sexy but Ren was beautiful like this, Doc figured it was because Ren couldn’t easy get away from him, he was trapped with Doc… and was all Doc’s to do as he wished. Doc used Ren’s scuff to pull him up on the bed and Ren groaned loudly, falling face first into the pillows, arse in the air wiggling. Doc swore under his breath. “Fuck, you really have no idea how you look, how good you are…” He told Ren gently stroking down his sides to his hips. He gave his arse a smack making Ren gasp loudly and press back.

Doc could see how his balls was full and taut, his cock still hard and now red, dribbling everywhere, his knot swollen and fully bloomed as Ren didn’t get the relief his body desperately needed. Doc palmed Ren’s cheeks and spread him, making his Puppy whine, half in pleasure, half in embarrassment. “Oh no my Puppy all shy…” He teased softly. “You don’t like me looking at your pretty little fuck hole, all slick from my mouth. You felt so good, clenching desperately. So needy…” He teased as he ran his thumb down him. “You always feel so good, needing to be fucked. Made for my cock.” He told him and pressed his index finger slowly against him, watching the reddened muscle finally give. Doc copied the eager moan what escaped Ren as he sunk his finger into Ren’s body, watching him take his digit slowly. He could feel his silken walls wrap around him. “Fuck, already begging me to fuck you deep and cum in you, mark you as mine.” Doc purred and fumbled with the lube. He poured some over his finger as he pulled it out of Ren and pressed it back in with an obscene wet noise. He did it a couple times, feeling Ren rock back panting needy but Doc followed his movements and didn’t speed up, he methodically added another one, slowly pumping them in and out of his body, stretching him.

Doc couldn’t resist but pull his fingers out and switch to his robotic hand. He trailed the colder metal fingers against Ren’s soft warm hole and pressed them in, making Ren cry out in surprise at the temperature change but also the much more firmer fingers stretching him. He could see how Ren wiggled against the bedsheets, drooling as he panted and tried to push back. Doc pulled his fingers out and slicked up his own length. “Time for my naughty Puppy’s punishment.” He told him as he sat down at the head of the bed. He expected Ren to face him as he straddled him but instead Ren faced away, letting Doc see his white streaks of fur and his bound wrists as Ren struggled and ground against his length trying to get his cock into himself. Doc eventually helped and grasped his length, holding himself so Ren could lower himself down. Doc groaned helplessly as he felt himself sink into his tight and slick body. Ren’s legs was trembling and all of a sudden they gave out and Ren ended up taking every inch, now firmly in Doc’s lap, shivering.

Ren whimpered pained but breathless. “Oh fuck Doc… fuck you are big!” He gasped, unable to catch his breath. “Fuck… Doc… You are all the way in me…” Ren moaned again, squirming a little on his length. “All stuffed with your cock man, it feels so fucking good being filled so much. I love your cock.” He groaned and shivered. He looked back over his shoulder at Doc. “Do I feel good Doc?” He whispered, a flush appearing on his face. “Do you like being so deep in me, like you never gonna leave?”

Doc was desperately trying not to lose it. He had every thick inch deep into Ren and it felt like the man was crushing his length. Doc didn’t know if he could move, much less if he wanted to move. He could die happy like this, having Ren’s inners milk his length. “Puppy. You feel so fucking perfect.” He gasped out finally moving a little. He less fucked him, more ground against his behind. He grabbed his tied wrists and tugged Ren closer. The motion setting them both off. Doc turned his head and couldn’t stop it any more, he bit down hard, fangs digging into flesh, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth. Thankfully it was his own arm he clamped down on, letting him finish with a muffled groan. Doc felt Ren’s orgasm more than he saw, at least until the man’s cum dripped down over Doc’s balls and thighs, mingling with his own escaping cum.

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This time Doc was needy, following Ren about and pulling him constantly in hugs. The only time Doc let go of Ren for any length of time was when they popped into the GigaCorp shop to pick up some things. Even then Doc found himself pulling Ren in close all the time to nuzzle at him and wrap his arms around him between the aisles and making Ren giggled all shy as other patrons looked at them. Doc bared his teeth at anyone who looked like they were going to say something and they were politely ignored. He needed his Puppy right now and he didn’t give a shit. He was going to lose Ren so fuck it. He pulled him into nose nuzzles in the bread aisle and knew that as soon as they got back to the RV they were going to make full use of the lube and silk ties they had bought.

Ren giggled up so sweetly, standing on his tip toes to give Doc a kiss before pulling away, swishing his hips and tail at him, knowing full well what that did to Doc. Ren looked over his shoulder and shot Doc a wink. “Come on Doc, my dude… Wait we waiting for, let’s get this done and go home. I need my Doc real bad.” He purred and when Doc caught up with him, brushed him with his tail. Doc so wanted to reach out and grab it, tug him close and make his Puppy all weak but they were in public. Doc stopped off at the GigaCorp delivery locker and picked up his order as he watched Ren pay for their shopping. He could feel Ren’s curiosity as Doc carried the box and the shopping to the RV. Doc may have wound Ren up a little by telling him. “Later Puppy, you are going to enjoy it.” He could see the pure excitement pouring from Ren, bouncing as they finally got back.

Renbob was in his deckchair and lowered his glasses to look at the pair. “Like my dudes, I guess I am enjoying mother nature for a little bit more.” He told them and reached into a pocket to pull out a baggy of weed and began rolling himself a blunt. “Before, like I forget man, you guys lost some of your chill and vibe, man. It is not good on like a karmic level and it is harshing my mellow to see my pack all this way. We should totally go to like a natural place soon, unwind… be ourselves… be free to show who we are really with no like barriers…” He enthused.

Doc understood maybe one word in three especially since Ren was pressed against him, his teasing tail brushing against his lower stomach. He could smell how needy his Puppy was, and could feel how he was already half hard in his trousers. “Yes.” Doc blurted out, just wanting to end the conversation so he could get back to his plan of teasing Ren and figured Renbob wanted to go to a field somewhere and jive with some flower power stuff. Doc could do that but right now he wanted to do Ren so he waved Renbob goodbye and headed inside.

Now they were alone again, Doc deliberately went slow as he put the shopping away, seeing the way Ren was whining and waiting for him as he unpacked their food. He got to the lube and silk ties and gave them to Ren. “Put these in our bed for later?” He instructed, watching Ren hurry to do so. Finally the only thing left was the box, Ren was wide eyed and nearly panting with excitement. Doc chuckled and cut the tape and opened it up. Ren was pretty much on tiptoes, leaning over him desperate to see what was in there.

Doc began to unpack the items and laid them out. He might have gone overboard in his ordering but he wanted the best. He watched Ren marvel over the untangling combs, thinning scissors, brushes, musks and oils even shampoos and conditioners he had purchased. Ren looked at them a little unsure, putting the bottles down as if he would be told off for touching, before asking. “… These are like… very like professional my man I didn’t…” He looked hesitant, pausing and stumbling, unsure, like he didn’t dare to even acknowledge what Doc had done… had bought obviously for him. He could see the way Ren was reigning himself in, even now. Scared to dare to hope that someone thought of him, had done something like this for him. He could see Ren was preparing himself, trying to stop himself from being hurt. Doc reached out with both hands and cupped Ren’s jaw, drawing the man in. “Rendog…” He started using his full name only to regret it when Ren flinched, his face almost closing off, obviously expecting to be rebuked. He wanted to find everyone who ever hurt his Puppy so deeply, so freely that Ren couldn’t even let himself think about being given a gift without second guessing himself, and end them. Doc realised that he should be worried about his recent… violent urges… He had always been passionate, driven but recently, his urges in general has gotten more base. He couldn’t help it. When they finally got to the next world, maybe it would fix itself. Being trapped as brought him to his base self, it seemed.

Doc stroked his face, feeling his soft trembles, seeing the way his lower lip wobble, as Ren finally met his eyes. Doc gave him a gentle smile before leaning in and giving his jaw a lick, feeling Ren giggle pleased. Doc pulled away enough to smile. “Puppy, they are all for you.” He told him softly. Doc watched as Ren’s face crumpled and the man began to cry softly. Doc pulled him into a crushing hug and letting Ren sob it all out against Doc’s shoulder. “Yeah Puppy, all for you. Gonna give spoil my Ren all good, make you look how good you are.” He told him nuzzling at him. “Gonna do all the brushy brushy on you. You gonna look so damn pretty. The prettiest little Puppy ever.” He found himself whispering as he stroked Ren’s head and back. “You wanna be my pretty little Pup?”

Doc felt the nod against him and easily scooped Ren up. He held him close in his arms. “Grab the shampoo and conditioner Puppy, we gonna take a long shower.. I don’t know if we both could fit but I am sure we could manage it huh?” He smiled down at him until Ren reached up eager to grasp one of his horns and pulled him into an eager nose nuzzle. He groaned happily. “That’s a yes, I guess.” He teased and moved his hand to cup Ren’s arse giving him a squeeze. “Let’s go get hot, wet, naked and touch each other.” He teased.

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Doc had no idea why he didn’t think of this earlier. It was amazing, the shower was tiny and Ren was pressed against the tiles looking like a pin up. He was beautiful, so good, so vocal and needy as Doc got to explore all of him, touch every spot, feel how soft his fur was everywhere and even better, he had bought ones with a little musk to them, if he had matched it as close his own personal scent, that was between him and the seller he paid extra to match his specific request. Doc loved lathering his hands up and rubbing it into Ren’s fur, working his fingers in deep to massage and clean the fur. Ren was just a blissful puddle, helplessly moaning and letting Doc position and move him about like his own Ren toy. Doc would bet his cybernetics that Ren had never been touched like this before… he was the first to do so and it pleased something deep in Doc’s chest. He grumbled all happy at him as he worshipped Ren with his hands, rinsing him off devotedly.

Doc paused as he reached Ren’s back. He could see the way Ren trembled but still bravely braced himself against the tiles. Doc had to go ever so slowly as he washed his back, feeling the thick ridges of scars under his fingers. It was where the matting was the worst… Ren must have been unable to either reach back there due to the loss of mobility due to the knotted scar tissue hampering his movements or maybe Ren did just didn’t like touching it. But Doc look his sweet time, picking out knots slowly and untangling hair snags. Ren faced the wall and breathed slowly as Doc murmured softly. “Almost done my angel…” He breathed pressing a kiss to a now clean and neat shoulder fluff. “Now to dry off and brush and trim you.” He told him.

Ren squirmed looking unsure. “Like my dude, you already done so much for me, you really don’t have to.” He sounded so unsure, so worried that Doc had to bring him in for so many kisses and nose nuzzles until Ren stopped saying silly things like that and instead ended up with his arms around Doc’s neck, on his tip toes and softly begged Doc for more. Maybe Doc teased him a little too much because Ren’s hand slipped and his claws raked Doc’s shoulder, driving a moan from him. Doc felt the burning score lines from his claws and opened his eyes to see Ren wide eyed and worried. “Like dude sorry! I will trim them…” He blurted out frantically. “Sorry I didn’t mean… sorry!” He repeated himself obviously working himself up into a true panicking spiral.

Doc snorted, the sudden noise pulling Ren out of his rambling apology. Doc leaned into Ren’s ear and whispered softly. “Don’t be sorry Puppy… I liked it.” He admitted, feeling his face heat up as he realised he did. “My little Puppy so eager for his Doc’s kisses that he lost control. Makes me feel so fucking good. Special. Wanted.” He whispered before leaning into capture Ren’s mouth again in a hard and deep kiss, his tongue demanding entrance as he pressed Ren against the tiles moaning suddenly when he felt Ren clutch his shoulders again, claws freely digging into him, pulling him closer, demanding his attention. He rutted against Ren’s stomach, cock leaving wet trails against his fur.

Ren looked down at the mess on him and smirked. “Maybe it is time for me to return the favour my dude.” He told Doc licked his lips. “Looks like you are all messy Doc, my dude and I wanna clean you all up. Can I?” He begged, all sweet, giving Doc the wide innocent puppy dog eyes begging to suck his cock like it was a proper treat. Like there is nothing more he wanted more than to please Doc. He moved to knees, the best he could in the small shower space and grasped Doc’s cock base, dragging his hand upwards, drawing his precum out of his cock slit, dripping onto Ren’s hand. A trail of need which Doc could see Ren watching. His Puppy loved oral, always craving something in his mouth. Doc had seen some stuff online he had been tempted to get… like something which was sex toy and a gag but he liked hearing Ren’s noises.

Doc let out an eager moan. “Go on Puppy, you been so good for me, you deserve a little treat.” He told him, feeling so good, so filthy. It was all Doc could manage before he groaned loudly. He reached down to grasp Ren’s head, being careful of his ears as he kept himself still, letting Ren do the work. He was so fucking beautiful to watch as Ren fucked his own mouth on Doc’s cock, drool and precum dripping down his chin even as he smiled. Doc couldn’t help but record it. “Oh fuck Ren, Puppy, darling… angel.” He gasped. “You look so damn pretty like this. So … good for me, my…” He dared to say it… it was okay. It was role play, it was just his kink. One Ren was okay with so Doc let himself to enjoy it. “My pretty little bonded, all beautiful from the bonding ceremony.” He gasped, cock twitching in Ren’s mouth.

Doc’s heart sunk as Ren pulled off his cock, suddenly worried that it was okay. Ren grasped the base and smeared the slick length against his freshly cleaned fur, obviously wanting to smell of Doc and the sight made him throb harder anything more and he might just finish over Ren’s gleeful face, which wouldn’t be the worst thing. Ren licked his lips. “My bonded… you gonna just finish in my mouth or do you wanna take me back to our bed and properly claim me… I wanna be yours Doc.” He purred.

Doc couldn’t stop himself, he had planned on a bridal carry, something dignified and sexy but after that, it was like only his base brain was functioning because he picked Ren up by the scuff and effectively dragged him out of the shower like a sack of potatoes before throwing him over his shoulder like a primitive feral hybrid. Thankfully Ren seemed to enjoy it, giggling madly as Doc brought him to the bed and put him down on it with a thump. Doc turned around to close the curtains to only see a wide eyed Renbob sitting on the sofa, handful of snacks half way to his mouth. Renbob blinked and just walked to the front of the bus leaving Doc to shut the curtains and to enjoy the still giggling Ren.

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Doc looked at the blissed out leaning form of Ren. It had been the next day from the wash down. They had gotten very distracted yesterday and now Doc was busy brushing Ren down in the shower so Renbob didn’t get another eyeful and they could wash the loose fur down the drain without worrying about it getting everywhere. Doc had brushed all his tangles out and peppered kisses to his soft form. “Pretty little Puppy.” He cooed as he unsnagged a knot and made his fur lay flat. “Prettiest thing I ever saw. Wanna put a little bow on your tail base and if you are a very good Pup for me I will get to unwrap my present later.” He growled watching how Ren squirmed at his words. “Ooooh you like being all soft and pretty. Little soft thing for me to ravage. The big scary monster…” He hummed watching Ren shiver so delightfully. “Beauty and the Beast indeed.” He teased.

Ren looked so beautifully flushed. “I… Would be helpless…” He moaned obviously imagining it. His little Puppy so easy to rile up and tease. He could see the way Ren was wide eyed and how his chest was hitching as he panted. Doc could watch him forever. Ren reached out to cup Doc’s jaw instead of grabbing his horns. Doc couldn’t help but smile at the soft touch to his skin, the gentleness Ren pulled him for a kiss. “All yours Doc, to do whatever you wish.” He offered softly looking oh so innocent even though he was being the naughty little pup Doc knew and loved. He leaned in to Ren’s touch. Ren smiled so pleased up at him before nuzzling noses with Doc. “My dude.” Ren whispered devotedly.

Doc growled lowly, feeling Ren shiver again. He grabbed Ren’s wrists, feeling the man playfully squirm. “You trying to escape me?” He snarled before slamming Ren’s wrists against the tiles making Ren yelp more in surprised pleasure. He loved the way Ren was whale eyeing him up but also his cock pressed hard into Doc’s hip showing how much he loved it. “Pretty little things like you shouldn’t be wandering about like this… looking too lovely…” Doc leaned in to nuzzle at his throat. “You should have known better, unless you wanted this…” He accused, feeling Ren’s needy noises and how he was struggling to keep his hips still at Doc’s accusations. “Oh yeah, just begging me for this aren’t you?” He goaded.

Ren whined. “Doc… please fuck… I mean… I am not… no…” It was so adorable the way that Ren couldn’t talk properly, too frazzled from Doc’s touch and words. Doc moved it so he was holding both Ren’s wrists with his just one of his own. The sight of his metal hand holding Ren trapped, was so fucking good. He squeezed him dragging a moan from Ren. Ren looked up all flushed. “Doc please… I am a good little Puppy.” He gasped out. “Please Doc…” He was almost sobbing already, rocking on his heels trying to get more friction on his dripping swollen cock head. Ren was so easy to break down like this. All Doc had to do was grab his wrists and give him a firm look and Ren would melt so easy. He made Doc feel so powerful, so desired, so wanted. Doc might actually get an ego at this rate.

Doc reached down to palm his cock. “This says you are. Look how hard you are, your cock begging me to touch it. All pretty and sexy. Fuck… I just had to have you.” He slowly stroked Ren’s cock, firmly, feeling Ren squirm, biting his lip to stop himself begging Doc for more. Doc admired his attempts to keep the bit going even though Ren obviously just wanted to grind against his hand and cum. He thumbed the tip, knowing how the tapered head was sensitive. “You are dripping with need my little Puppy. I think I am going to keep you forever.” He darkly promised. “I bet you would beg so sweetly to me to fuck you, look at how eager you are.” He gave his cock a squeeze, driving a frantic moan from Ren.

Ren finally broke down after that, his hips arching needy. “Doc please, please I need to cum. Anything you want, please.” He gasped, voice hitching before the first sob left him. The tears falling not long after, as he was quickly overwhelmed. Doc added little squeezes as he dragged his hand up his length, forcing his precum to leak heavily over his hand. He was rougher with Ren than he usually was but it was better, seeing Ren against the tiles, crying out and begging him so sweetly, sobbing and rocking as if he didn’t know if he wanted to thrust into Doc’s touch or pull away. Doc reached down as he grasped Ren’s swelling knot with his hand, always curious if Ren could cum from knot stimulation alone or not. He rhythmically milked him with squeezes of his hand driving now howls form Ren now, as finally Ren came with a true awhoo style howl. Doc could feel his knot throb as Ren seemingly endlessly came and came.

Doc let go carefully as Ren shuddered in his grasp. He swiped his hand over his own stomach, gathering up Ren’s cum before grasping his own length, stroking himself using Ren’s cum as lube. He rocked only a few times before he came with a cry, sending his seed over Ren marking him back. Doc leaned in to catch his breath and was rewarded by Ren nuzzling him, pressing kisses all over his face. He smiled contentedly at his little Puppy. It was so easy to think this would last forever. He pulled Ren into nose nuzzles before turning the shower on, to finally do what they were in here for. He washed them down, feeling how boneless Ren was.

Doc carried Ren out of the shower and dried them both down. He could already see the change in Ren’s form, the trim he had gave him was much more flattering, enhancing his natural tone and muscle. He looked good. Doc was pretty proud of the work he did. He helped the man redress and managed to get them out of the bathroom and into the living room. Ren collapsed happily on the sofa and patted the sofa, tail wagging furiously as Doc joined him. Doc looked up when he heard the beaded curtain rattle. Renbob spoke up. “Like we had arrived.” Renbob sounded like he was laughing.

Doc hadn’t realised they had landed and got up groaning. “Okay let’s see this place.” He told Ren and grabbed his hand to walk out, blinking in the sunlight. In the massive field ahead, there was dozens of RV ships and teepees and flowers… There was also hybrids over the place but something was glaringly obvious. Doc paused and turned to Ren. “Did… Did Renbob take us to a nudist colony?” He asked as he stared at the frolicking naked hybrids.

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Doc wanted to turn around and march back into the ship and never leave but he turned to see a very naked Renbob standing behind him. The hippy was furry but where Ren trimmed his fur, Renbob didn’t and was very shaggy furred, all natural. Thankfully it was long enough to cover everything and Doc was less horrified. Renbob pulled a spliff from behind his ear and lit it. “I told you man, we need to unwind… be ourselves… be free to show who we are really with no like barriers…” Renbob repeated himself. “I like don’t even remember where I put the van keys, maybe if you two like relax I might be able to remember.” Renbob told Doc with a wink. Once again the hippy surprised him. Doc was impressed, not impressed enough not to plan revenge on the hippy.

Doc snorted as the man wandered off, waving at people, and was greeted like family. He turned to Ren, remembering his issues and cupped Ren’s jaw, checking in on him. “We can just hide behind the van or I could pummel Renbob until he remembers where the keys are?” He offered as he leaned into the nuzzle noses with Ren, trying to gauge how bad Ren was. He didn’t like the idea of hurting Renbob but Ren was the most important thing in his life. Doc should have been scared as he realised how far he would go for his best friend. He watched as Ren smiled up at him, amused at Doc’s offer to grievously injured his beloved family member.

Ren let out a little woof and melted into Doc’s hand. “No, it is okay… I been to these a few times before. The first rule is you don’t comment on anyone’s else anything.” He told him softly. “I did mostly hide against a tree until it was over though.” He admitted before leaning into kiss his lips quickly. “I got my Doc to protect me right?” He asked, looking through his lashes up at Doc and Doc wondered if Ren just knew how much Doc would protect him? How far Doc would go to keep Ren happy? He hoped he never get to the point of finding out.

Doc grinned down at him. “Of course… Let’s do this?” He told him trying to appear perfectly normal about his best friend. He let Ren pull away and lead him to a changing teepee. There was lockers set up for people to stash their belongings. Doc stripped easily and stashed his stuff before turning to Ren seeing him watching him. He dropped Ren a wink, thankful that they had tapped the keg earlier otherwise Doc would very much find out how sound proof a teepee was. He reached out to hook his thumbs into Ren’s jeans and slowly unbuttoned them. He stripped them down along with boxers. He helped Ren step out of them. He carefully, slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off Ren’s shoulders. “My pretty little angel.” He murmured as Ren was revealed. “I could see you naked everyday and you still take my breath away each and every time.” He loved the pleased look on Ren’s face. It made him want to whisper sweet nothings into Ren’s ears to earn that look forever.

Ren grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the exit. “Come on Doc otherwise Imma gonna do some bad bad things to you in that teepee.” He told him only sounding half joking. “They are pretty opened minded here but I don’t think they want us fucking in the storage tent.” He giggled as they stepped out into the sunshine. The sun hitting Doc fully, letting him feel it all over. It was actually good. He had spent so long in the ship, in caves, in bases, in other dimensions that he had forgotten how good it felt to be in the sunshine. How lovely it was to look into the deep blue sky, hear the birds sing. Better yet how pretty Ren looked in the sunlight, feeling safe to be himself, holding Doc’s hand and smiling so prettily up at him. Maybe Renbob was right? Maybe he didn’t need to get revenge but instead a gift for the man. Doc had forgotten how Ren liked the outdoors, working logging and camping. This must be a welcome change for the man. He must have been staring at Ren sappily because the man giggled and came closer to give him a quick kiss. “Oh my dude, we should get our leis.” Ren told him softly. He looked about and pointed out a rabbit hybrid man surrounded by flowers, he was twisting into leis.

Doc approached with Ren curious. The man looked up, and he was glassy eyed and slurred like Renbob in one of his smoke sessions. “Far out man… fighting the machine with the machine…” He mumbled. “Like what do you fancy? Pred? Free?” He asked confusing Doc as the man finally stopped twisting flower stems together. “Prey? Rabbits?” He asked blinking one eye then the other in a rather unsettling way, maybe it was a poor attempt at winking? Doc hoped it wasn't. Apparently Doc’s confusion showed on his face as the man finally explained. “Like man, the flowers tells others what you want. We free love here. You just gotta wear your preference!” He told Doc, drawling.

Doc swallowed and tightened his grip on Ren. He thought it was all hippies getting stoned in the grass, turns out they may have been up for Doc and Ren misusing their teepee after all. He hissed at the idea of anyone thinking Ren was free game. His voice came out as a growl. “Which of these flower necklaces say if you fucking touch him, I will personally turn your bones to soup?” He glowered at the man unable to stop himself. He could feel Ren plastering himself against Doc’s back, giving his shoulder soft kisses, letting him relax a little bit.

The poor man held up some dahlias and red tulips necklaces. “It is all good man. Like he is your bonded. If you ain’t up for extras, that is all good.” He told Doc quickly as he handed them over. Doc couldn’t bring up the urge to feel sorry. He was here to protect Ren not some stranger’s feelings, much less one trying to get with one of them. The winking made sense now.

Doc placed one around his neck before putting the rest of them on Ren, making sure he was clearly off limits to anyone who had eyes. He cupped Ren’s face and nuzzled noses with him feeling better that Ren was marked as his. He smiled at him. “Safe.” He told him quietly, feeling that tightness in his chest lessen.

Ren giggled happily and nuzzled back covered with flowers. “I am safe from people but Doc, I might have problems with hay fever or bees.” He grumbled playfully. “Let’s find somewhere to rest?” He suggested, pulling Doc onwards.

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Doc wrapped an arm around Ren’s shoulders as soon as he could, pulling the man in and grumbling happily at him as Ren put his arm around Doc’s waist. He leaned in for a quick kiss, pulling away to make eye contact with everyone around them. He bared his teeth, and found himself puffing up like a creeper until Ren grabbed a horn and pulled him into another kiss. It actually felt so damn good to be kissing him in the sunshine, in front of others. He didn’t know if this thing between them would continue once they get to the next world but the idea of being at spawn, or maybe the Shopping District, with Ren on his arm, giving him smiles and kisses as Doc carried the shulkers about and bought Ren whatever his heart desired. He could very much imagine Ren seeing something that he wanted, maybe something pricey and Doc pretending he couldn’t have it, Ren standing on his tip toes, nuzzling noses with him until Doc gives in and buys his Puppy anything he wanted. He could see how happy Ren would be.

Doc wondered if it would be better to tell his Puppy no, but buy it in secret, and present it to him in their bed. Maybe some nice silky things. His mouth went dry as he thought about Ren wearing his gifts, something soft and silky and pricey and nothing else. His Puppy in his lap looking all his. All soft. All spoiled. All pretty. He realised quickly he was developing a new kink. He blinked and tried to refocus in the moment as he figured that exploring a new kink would be a bad idea in public while naked. He realised that Ren had pulled them to a sunny little spot while he was busy day dreaming.

Doc watched as Ren carefully cleared it out from branches before flopping down in the sun and long grass. Doc joined him and smiled widely as Ren immediately shuffled over, sitting upright and pulled Doc’s head in his lap. He couldn’t stop the happy grumbles when Ren leaned in to nuzzle noses with him and let out one of his adorable soft woofs, showing how happy he was. Doc felt free in a way he hadn’t for the longest time. He was showing everything off, not just his hybrid side, but Ren. He was showing Ren off. His best friend. He reached up to stroke Ren’s jaw in return, offering and receiving comfort from the man.

Doc settled in properly, the sunlight and warmth wind brushing over him, making him yawn and doze happily, not planning anything, not thinking about building machines, not thinking about the grind or anything. Doc was in pure bliss as Ren stroked his head between plucking flowers around them. Doc closed his eyes for a second or two and found himself drifting off. He thankfully didn’t have any dreams, waking up a little later to find that Ren had constructed him a beautiful flower crown with trailing flowers which wrapped around his horns. He reached up to feel the intricately wrapped flowers. It must have taken Ren some time and some skill.

Doc rolled over to cup Ren’s jaw and pressed him into an eager kiss. “Puppy, you crowned me?” He asked as he pulled away to breathe. Doc wondered if they used a conduit and kissed under water, they didn’t have to break away to breathe. He could imagine so many uses of a conduit now. He would definitely set one up in a nice big pool bath in the next world. Not being able to breath was going to make their fun so much more interesting. He could happily be smothered by Ren’s thighs and his Puppy wouldn’t be scared to ride his tongue. Plus the weightlessness from the water would mean he could hold his angel up in number of new positions.

Ren giggled all sweet. “Yep.” He reached behind him to pull out another crown and placed it on his own head. “Hey Doc, what do you think?” He asked looking ethereal in the dappled light. “Ren the King?” He suggested lightly. “Suits me? I think I would make a fine and just ruler, with Doc my right hand man, my enforcer, my protector… Of course such a position would mean you would have to live pretty close… say the next room over to ensure my safety. There would be connecting door of course, in case I need you during the night.” He whispered and Doc could very much imagine Ren sprawled out on a red silk bedspread in nothing but a crown and cloak begging him so sweetly. He would have to see if they could role play it. Doc didn’t like the idea of being ruled usually but the thought of having his so called King on his knees begging, was hot. The idea of Ren lounging on a throne, being all important and in charge but sitting so because Doc had fucked him crying and left a load in the royal arse.

Doc was about to tell Ren all about his ideas but a terrifyingly familiar voice came from behind them. “Hey guys! Fancy seeing you here!” Doc pulled away to see Jevin standing there, in all his slimey glory. Doc never wondered what Jevin was packing but now he knew. While his forebrain was busy trying to figure out the mating habits if you rocked that… his hindbrain was screaming at him to protect Ren, Ren who had his scars out, Ren who had everything out. Doc pulled Ren quickly into his lap, Ren’s back to Doc’s chest so Ren’s scars was hidden, while Doc placed a thick forearm across Ren’s lap, hiding everything else. He could feel Ren’s hot face pressed against his neck, hiding himself away.

Of course it had to be Jevin. Jevin who like pushing people, Jevin who had no qualms, no common sense, no sense of fear, who found them. Most of the other Hermits had enough tact or fear of Doc to stay away or not say anything but Jevin didn’t. “Oooooh look how adorable, he is. Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about your little date.” He chuckled. “I can’t really talk, can I?” He tugged at his own flower necklace, it was made up of a whole host of different coloured flowers and types which probably meant Jevin wasn’t picky.

Doc hissed lowly, glowering at the man. “Mine.” He could feel anger washing through him, this was their moment, their reprieve, their everything. Doc’s Everything, his angel, his Puppy, his Ren was trembling in his grasp. He scooped Ren up quickly and carried him off, thankfully Renbob was sharing a spliff with the rabbit flower man.

Renbob took one look at Doc’s face and the fact Ren was curled up in a shaking ball in his arms was enough for Renbob to pull the van keys out of his headband and press them into Doc’s hand the best he could.”Like you get him inside, I will grab your things.” He told him, cementing once again that Renbob was pack, he understood Ren was the most important thing.

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Doc was worried that Ren was going to spiral, that he was going to break down and go back to the horrified state of barely existing, after all the work they had done to try to untangle the grief and hurt the man was trapped in. He managed to get him inside and sat on the sofa. “Ren, baby, angel, Puppy, talk to me.” He begged still feeling Ren trembling in his grasp. He need to know he was alright, he need to know. He was prepared to help Ren build up his walls, find his peace again but Doc felt selfish for needing to see Ren’s beautiful eyes again. He cupped Ren’s jaw and gently pulled Ren’s face away from his neck, only now feeling the wet spots on it.

Ren was bright red, eyes wet with tears, his lip swollen from him biting down on it, trying to keep his desperate noises inside. He sounded hoarse as Ren finally spoke. “My dude…” He started staring up at Doc. “I… I just couldn’t…” He slapped a hand over his own mouth holding back noises. Doc gently prised his hand away from his mouth, Doc never wanted Ren to feel like he couldn’t share his emotions, or he had to hide away from him. Ren was safe with him. Always. Ren looked up at him, as a tear escaped his eyelashes, dripping so beautifully down his cheek. “My dude… it was just so wibbly wobbly.” He finally got out before bursting into laughter. It finally hit Doc. Ren wasn’t upset, Ren was trying to hide his laughter from seeing Jevin in his all his blobby-ness.

Doc snorted hard. “I know!” He admitted, it wasn’t what he expected either, not that he had gave it much thought, before Ren he hadn’t really thought of anyone like that before or since really. “We shouldn’t be giggling really.” He told Ren quietly, knowing they weren’t exactly normal either, so who were they to judge. Ren had a knot after all, and Doc loved it, the thick bulb of flesh was like a go button for Ren, one little squeeze and the man was sobbing and begging. He loved using his robotic hand on it, seeing the cold metal fingers surrounding the hot, soft flesh, trapping him and milking him for every drop.

Ren’s nose twitched hard and a slow smirk appear on his face. “What are you thinking about Doc?” He asked playing innocently like he didn’t get a whiff of Doc’s arousal. He reached up to grasp both Doc’s horns forcing his head close, crushing the flowers wrapped around them, making the RV smell lovely. “Because my bonded…” The firm way Ren said it, while holding his head like this, was turning Doc on like nothing else, it was so real. So demanding, as if Ren had every right to do this, every right to demand Doc’s attention, to tell him off. Doc swallowed, knowing Ren could feel his cock throbbing against his behind. “It smells and feels like you are getting off on Jevin instead of me.” Ren growled possessively and Doc could have cried in happiness.

Doc felt his hips rock automatically. “Oh never, just you, Ren.” He gasped and tried to kiss Ren only for him to push his head back. The motion making him ache. He could feel his kink flare up so badly. Doc didn’t know if he wanted more of it or Ren to stop because his cock and brain couldn’t take it. Not with the way Ren was looking at him, touching him so needy, so firm. Like his mate. Like his Everything. Like his bonded. He couldn’t help it. “Always you my angel. My Everything.” He told him quietly but earnestly.

Ren looked so smug, so pleased, so happy in his lap holding his horns and his attention. “Damn right Doc. You are mine. All mine. You better not be thinking of anyone else.” He declared and ground down. “Your lovely cock is all for me. My toy to make me cum.” He told him so imperiously, and regal. It made Doc ache so badly, his hard cock sliding wetly between his thighs and jutting against Ren’s own cock. Ren was messy as usual dripping heavily down their lengths.

Doc growled lowly, fighting the urge to rut and claim. It was a good thing Ren had a firm grip on his head. “Yes King Ren.” He teased remembering the earlier conversation and the ideas that came to mind. Ren gave him a blinding smile. “All yours, at your service, my Lord.” The words of servitude felt strange in Doc’s mouth, the last time he acted like this was way back with Ren, of all people, when Mumbo dared him to be Ren’s butler. Somehow Ren was the one Hermit that he could be under. Ren was the one that he could obey at least a little in public, at least when he knew he had this Ren behind closed doors. He had the feeling if Ren tried to be king without this thing between them, Doc would have resisted, friend or not.

Ren freed one horn to grasp their lengths, his hand barely fitting around them both as he slowly stroked them together. What Ren was going to say was cut off by Renbob opening the door and dumping their clothes into a messy pile. Ren yelped and pulled a cushion over their laps. Renbob climbed up… only he wasn’t alone, the rabbit flower necklace maker was with him, holding his hand. Renbob swayed equally as stoned looking. “Like… You okay Ren?” He asked trying to focus on them while swaying.

Ren groaned softly, bright red and flushed, hiding his face against Doc’s shoulder again. Doc squeezed him and found himself replying. “Yes, thank you Renbob, he is alright.” He told the man, before noticing he was holding hands with the rabbit hybrid. “Made a friend?” He teased playfully, knowing that Renbob would be cool about it.

Renbob laughed joyfully, pleased that Ren was okay. “Like yeah man, we like connected on a true spiritual level and then like connected against a wall, then like in a bush. I was gonna let you guys know, man. That Matthias here is gonna be like showing me his carrot cake recipe back in his RV all night. Like I get to lick it off his spoon.” He winked getting Doc back good from so long ago, for the pancake thing.

Doc chuckled and placed his hand on the back of Ren’s neck, stroking the fur there. He could feel the laughter trembles the man made. “Sounds good Renbob, see you tomorrow okay?” He told him and watched the pair leave. “Just practice safe baking yeah? No oven glove, no love!” Doc shouted, unable to resist.

Matthias spoke up sounding even more confused. “Like man I thought we were gonna have more sex man? Not carrot cake?”

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Doc realised they had the RV to themselves. They were alone and was naked. They would be alone all night long. Doc gave Ren an evil smile. He looked at him perched on his lap, Ren was covered in crushed flowers, staining his fur a little, his hands stained with colour. “You look like a cute little sacrifice. With your colours and flowers. An innocent little offering to a dark God.” He growled making Ren shudder, wide eyed as the story idea sparked story lines in his mind. He could see Ren figuring out his character as he slid off Doc’s lap.

Ren was getting into character slowly. “Am I an innocent offering?” He asked quietly. Doc nodded, he liked the idea of that. Innocent little Puppy offered up for him, to slake his lusts. Ren paused before an idea hit him, his face lighting up. “Stay here Doc… you get ready?” Doc watched Ren scramble to their bed and dove behind the curtains. Doc got up to get himself a glass of whiskey as Ren busied himself. He sat back on the sofa and sipped his drink. He almost spat the drink out when Ren walked towards him with the silk ties tied around his tail base and tied his wrists in front of him. “My God?” Ren threw himself on his knees.

Doc put the glass down and positioned himself, lounging on the sofa, spreading his legs wide, his cock curving against his stomach. His cock head was slick on his stomach, still sticky from Ren’s precum, it was now pooling on his skin, the flower necklace sticking to his skin. Doc felt like a crown, tossing his head up regal and demanding, still smelling the crushed flowers wrapped around his horns. “An offering?” He sniffed, looking at Ren eagerly. He waved his hand. “Let me see you proper.” He ordered.

Ren trembled under his heavy gaze. He flushed and stood up. “If my God wants…” He offered up, looking ever so pretty. Oh God did Doc want. Doc knew if he was truly a God, he would be most pleased by this offering. He would happily have Ren in his lap as he lounged on his throne and listen to the various offerings and begging of the mortals. He doubted any would get much of his attention, not with Ren looking so lovely in his flowers and paint. He watched as Ren spun around slowly.

Doc hummed, sounding thoughtful. “They sent me a fine offering this time. I am pleased…” He commented offhandedly. “Do you know what you are here for?” He asked softly. “Do you know what a God would want from a mortal like you?” He could see Ren shooting his dripping cock eager looks and Doc palmed himself, milking his precum a little watching Ren’s tongue dart out as it dripped onto his stomach. Ren hurriedly shook his head. “You ever laid with a man?” Doc asked feeling the heavy ache of desire. It was fun to play with Ren like this. He could see why Ren liked it so much. It gave the whole thing a little more oomph, an edge.

Ren shook his head. “No, my God.” He mumbled, eyes firmly on Doc’s slow hand stroking his cock. His tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I laid with no one… That is why the elders thought I would make a fine gift for you. Since I would be all yours.” He purred, meeting Doc’s eyes and smirking, knowing he was playing into Doc’s kinks as much as Doc was playing into his. “And only yours.” He finished with a cheeky wink.

Doc growled lowly, two could play at that game. “As much as it pleases me, I am afraid you will regret it, as I will not go easy on you. One could say I have monstrous lusts and needs. We will only stop when I say so.” Doc smirked happily as Ren shuddered, hips bucking already just from Doc’s words. Doc beckoned him closer with his hand. “Come my Angel.” He couldn’t resist. “You are going to learn how to suck my cock.” Doc didn’t have to say more since Ren dove at his cock and had most of it down his throat in seconds. Doc bucked hard, feeling Ren gag around his length. He reached down to stroke Ren’s head. “You will learn how to take me all.” He panted.

Ren looked up at Doc, hands tied in front of him, mouth stretched around his cock, eyes watering as he tried to keep up with Doc’s hard thrusts. Doc growled happily as he stroked Ren’s head trying to tell him how good it felt, how good his Puppy was even though he was saying something different. “A poor offering indeed, struggling to please your God.” He tightened his grip on Ren’s head and dragged Ren’s mouth along his cock feeling the stuttering gags the man made. Ren was now drooling helplessly down his chin and chest as he gagged relentlessly, letting Doc use him as he wanted.

Doc pulled his soaked cock out of his mouth and fisted it. Ren immediately shuffled to kneel closer, mouth open and Doc chuckled. “Look at you, so innocent acting but you are nothing but a slut for me.” He gasped and stroked himself harder until he came over Ren’s face and mouth, making sure to come over Ren’s tongue, poking out. He watched Ren letting it pool in his mouth before swallowing, driving a groan from Doc. His Puppy was such a dirty little thing. Doc loved it and pulled Ren in for a kiss, licking into his mouth to taste himself in Ren’s mouth.

Ren lapped eagerly back panting so needy, his cock pressing against Doc’s calf. Doc chuckled as he felt Ren hump his leg like the Puppy he was called. He pulled away panting. “Such a needy little offering. I think I will keep you… but I think you need to learn how to suck cock so I am going to show you how to do it.” He told him. “Lie down, I think you deserve a treat.” He purred, watching Ren scrambled eagerly onto the sofa and spread his legs wide. His knot was already swelling. He looked so damn pretty.

Doc leaned into kiss his thighs. “What do you want?” He asked softly. “I am a God, pray to me and maybe you will get what you want.” He ordered quietly, feeling Ren shiver under his touch. He quickly held down Ren’s thighs as Ren tried to buck. Doc blew gently over Ren’s throbbing cock seeing his length twitch and throb, dripping everywhere.

Ren pushed himself up the best he could and looked at Doc so flushed. “Oh… Please my God, suck me…” He begged. “Mercy?” Ren tried panting, obviously goading Doc.

Doc chuckled lowly as he leaned in to blow gently over the soak tip, making it bob. “No mercy given.”

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Doc kept Ren pinned down before he kissed his cock tip. He suckled lightly on the tip before he mouthed at it. He licked up and down the shaft, sucking at the half swollen knot, making Ren cry out and his feet scrambled desperately at the sofa cushions. Doc had to press hard down to keep Ren from bucking himself off the sofa, as he was already so needy. It always seemed to surprise Doc just how into Ren was, how eager, how open he was. Doc did feel a pang of guilt as he thought to himself that no wonder that so many people made canine hybrids as focus of so much porn. Ren was pretty much Doc’s living fantasy, his wet dream right now. Doc knew even when Ren left him, he would still think of these moments in his weakest states.

Doc moved his mouth upwards and caught his tip in his mouth and suckled hard. Ren hunched over to grab at Doc’s head with his bound hands as Ren tried to encourage Doc to take more only Doc decided he wasn’t get any. He slowed down even and backed off seeing Ren sprawled out gasping. Doc was pretty sure Ren was vibrating with how needy he was and Doc ran his finger up his length, gathering up his slick pre-cum before popping it into his mouth and sucking. “My gift tastes so fucking good.” Doc growled. “I could tie you up like this, to suckle on when I want to taste, I could keep you for days, needy and dripping, catching it in a chalice for later.” He growled loving the way Ren bucked so hard, Doc almost lost grip on him. It was an endless cycle of them turning each other on. Doc was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to cope once they landed in the new world. He would have to have Ren near by, in his bed otherwise Doc was sure he would go mad.

Ren panted and flushed. “My God, please, take pity on your lowly mortal, who wants to service you in every sense of the word, who wants to live by your side forever more.” He begged so sweetly to Doc. Ren was really pushing his buttons, he must be enjoying the role play and monster Doc to play into Doc’s kink so much. He couldn’t resist him, not when he said things like that. He sat back down and spread his legs wide, grasping his cock. He stroked himself slowly, feeling his half hard cock plump up, inspired by his eager words.

“Go get the lube, I want to unwrap my gift.” Doc grumbled feeling his cock thicken fully in his hand. He gave himself a squeeze. At his order, Ren ran on all fours, tail cocked high as he scampered towards the bed and more dove onto it. Doc half expected that the bed would break again, only it seemed to survive thankfully and he could heard Ren basically tearing the place apart looking for the lube. Ren eventually came back panting from the effort and dove at Doc, face down and smacking Doc in the face with his tail. He was so eager and frantic as he presented the lube, that Doc just couldn’t resist. He uncapped it and poured some out, taking his sweet time. Doc could see the way Ren was grinding against his thigh, that Ren was barely holding on.

Ren whimpered all pretty for him. “My God please, Doc… if you don’t finger me open right now. I will go outside and see if someone…” Ren didn’t get to finish that sentence as Doc hissed violently, at the very idea of someone even touching Ren like it. He coated his metal fingers with lube, deciding if his Puppy needed to be filled that badly, he would get the rougher touch. He pressed his index finger against him, watching Ren squirm at the coldness. He wrapped his arm around his waist and pinned him down as he pressed hard into him. He was rough but Ren didn’t stop him, didn’t say the word, he took it and begged for more. “Oh fuck, I been a real bad offering.” He gasped as Doc added more fingers into him stretching him roughly.

Doc hissed loudly. He couldn’t stop it, he could smell the fury that was coming off himself. Ren threatened to do the unthinkable. He pulled his fingers out. Ren might only be half stretched but it was all Doc could manage like this. He easily held Ren up, dangling him like an actual pup by his scuff as Doc slicked his cock up. He wanted to throw Ren over the sofa arm and fuck him howling through his knot, into him begging and crying for Doc. He could work him so long Ren would sob loud enough that everyone could hear the deep howls of need from the man. Everyone would know he was Doc’s.

Doc moved Ren to his lap and snarled, watching as Ren smugly grinned at him. Doc grabbed his cock base and pressed it into Ren, watching his Puppy howl in delight. Doc only managed half his cock before he grasped Ren’s hips and pulled his Puppy closer while thrusting up. Ren shuddered and pressed his face against Doc’s shoulder, yelping as Doc began to rock into his body, trying to get himself buried deep. Doc could feel Ren’s cock hot and dripping against his stomach as he rocked them closer to completion. “You are fucking mine.” Doc snarled in his face, maybe it was from the whiskey earlier or maybe he was just worked up, but Doc genuinely felt unhinged about it. “You don’t ever dare to tell me someone else is going to touch you.” He growled “You know for a fact that you are mine. No one can make you feel this good only me, your Doc.”

Ren pulled his face away from Doc’s shoulder to kiss him hard, finally cumming hard over Doc’s stomach as he was used so roughly. Doc didn’t stop or slow down, even as Ren became over sensitive. Doc rocked hard into him and used his grip on Ren’s hips to pull him down to meet him on every thrust. Ren whined louder and finally spoke up, sounding dazed. “Please Doc, all yours, please!” He sobbed loudly sniffling as he began to cry as Doc kept hitting his sweet spot in him, making his cock twitch and squirt more cum over them. “Sorry!” Ren called out. “Never, just…. Yours! No one else. Doc’s! Puppy! Angel!”

Doc growled lowly and yanked Ren’s head back as he stared at that pretty throat. It would be so easy, Ren was begging hard; he would want it. Doc couldn’t bond him so why doesn’t he bite down? It would feel so fucking good and he could pretend… but what if he hurt Ren, what if he was too broken and he messed Ren up? Doc let go of Ren’s head and focused on fucking him until finally Doc came hard in Ren and cuddled him close as Ren apologised softly against him. Doc shushed him softly. “I forgive you but never again huh?” Doc softly requested. Ren nodded quickly looking apologetic.

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Doc slowly rocked into Ren. They were both pushed to the limit, covered in cum, sweat and were more than exhausted. They were wrapped around each other in their bed, Doc barely moving in him now, pushed to his limit, it was less need fuelling them but the chance to be alone and try all sorts of things. To be loud, to grab each other openly, to be themselves without Renbob walking in on them or hearing them. Doc was lying on his back with Ren almost snoozing on his chest, eyes half lidded and making soft noises as Doc tried to push them over again. Ren’s knot was thick and throbbing against him, no longer deflating between sessions. Doc stopped and groaned. “I think I am out Puppy.” He gasped, ashamed to admit it.

Ren nodded weakly. “I love you Doc but please…” He admitted tapping out too. “I think we fucked too much. I always thought you had no fucks to give, but my dude I have none left too.” He told him softly before kissing him. “I think we did good though what was the final count? 6?” He asked before putting his head on Doc’s shoulder. “I hope Renbob doesn’t find out what we did in his seat.” He whispered before giggling. Doc didn’t have the energy to feel bad. He had a lap of sated Puppy which almost killed him getting Ren like it. He thought he had energy and stamina but wearing Ren out was more work than building a world eater. His Puppy was so eager and frisky, taking every stroke so pretty. Doc did dream about making a machine to fuck Ren for him for a little bit before the idea of his Puppy getting pleasure from even a toy upset him. Doc squeezed Ren a little as the idea of Ren forgetting him for the machine made him frown. Oh no, the only thing making Ren call out was going to be his cock. Nothing but the best for Ren.

Doc nodded before closing his eyes and letting sleep claim him. He woke with Ren still on him, his cock having slipped out during the night and they were covered in cum. Doc knew they were going to wake up pretty much welded together. He didn’t care. He loved it. He wished Ren could walk around smelling so completely owned and used by Doc, that no one would ever look at Ren, or think they ever had a chance with the dogman. Doc stroked Ren’s ears and back, wondering if Ren would like more things to wear with Doc’s symbol on… like a harness. He could very much imagine making the leather straps in the shape of the goat head across Ren’s chest, open in the back to show off his angel wings.

Ren woke up slowly, blinking awake up at Doc and gave Doc such a happy smile that Doc felt his entire chest ache. He was blessed. He cursed the Gods so many times, Dinnerbone particular but if what happened to him, didn’t happen, would he met Ren? Would he wake up to such a pretty man giving him such a soft smile, looking at Doc like he hung the moon and stars in the sky for him? Doc would like to think that fate or destiny would line up to give him this anyway for this but surely this was payment for his arm? Karmic justice? He leaned into nuzzle noses with Ren, and was rewarded by the blast of morning breath from the man as Ren yawned widely, flashing Doc his cute little fangs. “Morning mate.” Ren greeted him so perfectly sleepy.

Doc chuckled. “We should shower before Renbob comes back.. I think we are stuck again.” He commented and managed from so much experience to roll them over so Doc could carry Ren to the shower. Doc groaned as his body ached with effort. He must have pulled something during last night’s marathon sessions. He let Ren wash them down, removing the crushed flower petals from everywhere and trying to remove the stains. He wished he wasn’t so fucked out because the beautiful sight of Ren on his knees massaging Doc’s thighs would normally make him ache, but after last night, his cock barely twitched. “You broke it.” Doc commented, sighing sadly, poking his own cock. “You think I could get a bionic one?” He asked jokingly.

Ren leaned into kiss the tip. “No, I like it like this. Big enough you stretch me but also long enough that you fill me all up good.” He gushed. “My dude, this is my favourite cock ever.” He told him the little shit. Ren knew exactly what he was doing and Doc’s cock was trying it’s best. “Never want anyone else’s my dude. Just you.” He told him softly and Doc felt like cheering his cock on as finally it hardened. Ren looked so pleased. “My dude looks like you got another round in you…” He purred before sucking him down so eager.

By the time they got out of the shower and some what cleaned, though Ren was licking his lips in such a pleased way that Doc couldn’t help but take photos. He added it to his collection. He had reorganised and redid Ren’s files because he found new better moments. Ones he begged so sweetly sounding so broken or innocent little moments where Doc knew he was being a dirty little thing. Doc became a little obsessed going over the footage and finding moments like it. Doc was pulled out of his editing to see Ren had managed to get them to the sofa, even got him back in his boxers and wrapped them in a blanket. He pulled Ren into his lap and nuzzled his Puppy. He should get up make coffee or maybe food but he had Ren all boneless in his lap and his interest was in nuzzling at the spot between his jaw and ear and make Ren let out little woofs when he nibbled at the spot, just worrying it a little. Not biting. That wasn’t allowed but what if he just… nibbled? Pressed his teeth against it and imagined drawing blood? That is okay right?

Thankfully Doc had pulled back when the beaded curtain opened and Matthias spoke up. “Like dudes, man Renbobby says you like make the best pancakes my dude and I was like wondering man, if you was like up to man, making us some? I am like super hungry from all the sex?” He blurted out swaying.

Doc was about to say something about fucking off back to the teepee squad or bush Renbob found him in and leaving him alone to make his Ren happy but then Renbob spoke up. “Like man, why is there a wet patch on my seat?”

Doc hurried got up. “Uh Renbob! I’m making pancakes!” He shouted hoping to distract the man from the drying sex stains they had left behind.

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Doc tapped his fingers on the table. He looked over again at Matthias. He tapped them again against the table and looked at Ren. Ren looked back equally as hopeless. At least they were dressed again, had coffee and breakfast in them. Doc tapped his fingers again louder and looked at Matthias again. Matthias missed all of this, too busy doing yoga on the floor, unbothered by the men staring at him. Doc cleared his throat loudly. “So… Matthias… Surely you need to get back to your teepee.” Doc hinted at. Doc wanted the RV alone. He wanted Ren alone. He wanted to pull Ren back to their bed and just snuggle and read for a bit. He was sore. It wasn’t sex it was just reconnecting with his Puppy. Suddenly all the talk from Renbob about vibes made sense. Having a stranger in his personal space had ‘harshed his mellow’ and now he needed to recharge for a bit. Doc wanted nothing more than to quietly hold Ren for a little bit and maybe read to relax but Matthias was still here.

It was rude. The rabbit man had pancakes, sex and even smoked with Renbob surely he was done and he could leave. Doc found himself tapping his fingers again against the table top. Matthias looked up finally from the downward dog he held himself in. “Like… man?” He mumbled lowly. “Like no, man. You give off like some like vibes. Come join me for yoga man? I could teach you some new positions.” Matthias winked at him again with both eyes which was still pretty terrifying for Doc. Doc wasn’t sure what the man was on but he was twitching his nose rapidly at Doc in some strange way which for other rabbit hybrids probably meant things but to the creeper hybrid he had no idea.

Ren suddenly whined loudly and gestured suddenly. “Doc? My bands hurt?” He held hid arms out to Doc who panicked. His wrist bands shouldn’t hurt? He had made those bands very comfortable, he managed to match the soft leather to Ren’s form perfectly. Maybe something last night with the ties had broken something? He quickly got to work, running his fingers over Ren’s wrists, checking the cuffs before bringing Ren’s hands up to kiss the back of them as Ren smiled up at him all better. He wasn’t certain why Ren was hurting but it seemed to be cured now with Doc’s kiss. Ren sighed all content, as Doc held Ren’s hands in his.

Their moment ruined by the rabbit man. “Like I thought Renbobby man was like making it up but you two are like real mates?” He mumbled. “I wish I could like find someone like that.” He sat crossed legged, long ears drooping and sniffed, flexing his feet, showing off his extended arches like a pure rabbit had. Doc wondered if that was why the man went around bare footed? Unable to find shoes what worked with his physiology? Doc couldn’t help but ponder. The man was quickly tuned out in favour of Doc wondering about how it affected his gait.

Ren growled lowly and grabbed Doc’s horn to pull his face to him. Ren must have been talking and Doc had accidentally been ignoring Ren. Doc was going to apologise but Ren pulled him into a deep and messy kiss, licking into his mouth eagerly and wantonly. Doc had all of a second warning before Ren clambered into his lap and pressed into him eagerly. It suddenly hit him what Ren was doing! He was trying to scare Matthias away. Doc didn’t know if it was going to work or not, as the man was picked up in a free love open air nudist colony and was into it by the way he was watching them happily. Eventually Ren pulled away to nuzzle noses with Doc and whispered. “You and your foot kink.” He teased Doc.

Doc groaned. “I do not have a foot kink Ren. I have a you kink.” He told him seriously before pressing his forehead against Ren’s. He knew Ren was winding him up but he still wanted to reassure Ren. He wasn’t into the bunny man. He certainly wasn’t into the bunny man’s feet. He was just curious and beside Matthias was Renbob’s even if Doc was at all interested and Doc had Ren. His Puppy was far far better than anyone else. Why would Doc even think of someone else? Doc cupped Ren’s jaw feeling him unclench a little, the tension draining from the man slowly as Doc grumbled lowly at him.

Once again their moment was ruined by Matthias who spoke up sounding so confused. “Like foot kinks are good man, Renbobby loved it last night while…” Whatever the man said next was lost as Doc just left. He threw Ren over his shoulder and just went back to bed. He didn’t care. The man could leave and Doc had all he needed. A stomach full of pancakes and coffee and a Ren. He didn’t need to know whatever Renbob got up to last night. He pulled Ren close as they snuggled up in their bed, it smelt incredibly of them and it soothed Doc in a way. He buried his face against Ren’s jaw and pressed kisses there, making Ren giggle happily. Doc responded to his soft borks of happiness with his own grumbles, finding they understood each other perfectly well. It felt good to have someone who got him. Who didn’t find his little vocalisations odd? Or scary. He was part creeper and he saw how people flinched and reached for weapons sometimes when he hissed.

Ren just leaned against him and made his own soft noises back. Doc had an audio bank of them all. The soft woofs and borks as he called them was his favourite. It was just Ren being happy, Ren being safe and comfortable to be himself and it thrilled Doc. Doc found himself not quite dozing off but maybe drifting off a little, enjoying Ren and the peace and quiet. He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them, they were back in flight judging by the soft noise of the engines and Doc breathed out relaxed at last. It was them again. Pack. Him, Renbob and Ren. He opened the curtain the best he could from where he was pinned under the snoozing Ren and looked out only to see Matthias was still doing yoga.

Doc let go of the curtain, letting it fall back. He closed his eyes deciding as long as he didn’t look he could pretend that there was a naked rabbit hybrid doing yoga in the middle of Doc’s happy place.

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Doc tried to focus, his inner peace was in pieces though as the rabbit man proceeded to pull out a tambourine from somewhere and started making a racket that could only be loosely described as music. Matthias seemed to be enjoying himself, shaking the thing and Renbob was calling out encouragement from the front occasionally calling it righteous which Doc suspected which was only because Renbob was getting some from the man, otherwise his tambourine would be pitched out the window into deep space. Thankfully Doc wasn’t the only sane one; Ren didn’t seem particularly happy that they had a co-traveller. Apparently Renbob had offered Matthias a lift to the next space fuel station as Matthias was hitching his way across the galaxies and their vibes was good. Doc didn’t think that it was the vibe that Renbob blew his load over but it was a nice excuse. Renbob was the driver and had put up with them so far so Doc bit his tongue and tried to be gracious. Anything for family and pack.

Doc felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance only for Ren to press a kiss to it. He had been trying to sketch some plans down to distract himself from the hippies from chanting protest songs. He turned to see Ren looking up at him all soft and warm looking. Doc loved it, the quiet contentedness, the happiness on Ren’s face. Doc had seen his worst days, so he knew how special it was to see Ren happy. Doc couldn’t resist but lean into lick Ren’s jaw, drawing a pleased giggle from Ren before Ren went in for a jaw lick back, confirming that they were okay even if their ears was being assaulted by off key singing. Doc hadn’t heard such out of tune singing since he overheard Cub trying to sing, Doc genuinely thought Scar was trying to bathe a resistant Jellie when he heard it for the first time.

Matthias must have seen the affectionate gestures because he cooed loudly. “Oh man, jaw licks? I gotta say man, like you two are open… maybe I should get Renbobby back here for a while and we can like share positions man?” The rabbit hybrid offered confusing Doc. Doc figured the man had experiences being intimate with predator hybrids before and with canine hybrids also, so he had some insight. Jaw licks was… special? Or at least kinkier than Ren let on with Matthias’ reaction. Doc wondered if he could get the hippy alone to talk to him about all of this. Maybe he could get some insight in some of Ren’s things he didn’t have before. He tried to ask Renbob about it before, and Renbob just shrugged and told him to ask Ren. Which didn’t help Doc as there was stuff he knew that Ren hadn’t told him or misled him about.

Ren was annoyed, his ears was pinned back and his top lip was trembling as if he wanted to pull it back to show the rabbit hybrid his fangs. Doc was pretty sure it meant that Matthias was right. Ren was revealed in the most embarrassing way. Doc could see the agitated tail flickers and made his mind up. Ren might have been lying to him a little bit but it wasn’t as if Doc wasn’t too. He leaned into lick at Ren’s jaw feeling the man still before relaxing. Ren must realise that Doc didn’t care. He was happy that Ren wanted him to do something with so much meaning. Ren’s ears perked back up and Doc grumbled happily. Ren leaned into nuzzle noses with him, sweet as always, showing how much he appreciated Doc.

Matthias watched the pair and clapped his hands. “My man, you two are like the perfect couple! Like Renbobby was right I could learn like so much off you two man. My couple counselling would be like be out of this world if I could like capture what makes you two like this man.” He finished staring wide eyed at the pair. Doc was thrown for a loop. A couple? Like the human dating thing? Like the precursor to bonding… the court shipping? Matthias gave advice about anything? And people paid the hippy for it? Doc didn’t know what to believe any more. That Ren and him could be seen as a couple, much less the perfect one since if they were so good, surely they should have been bonded. It wasn’t Ren’s fault. That was solely Doc’s fault there. Maybe Matthias had smoked too much something because he was obviously seeing things that weren’t there.
Ren was obviously feeling the same way and sniffed. “We are just friends!” He insisted firmly, something in Doc aching. He knew it was true but it didn’t hurt less. His kink wanted to pull Ren to him, and kiss him and touch him until he begged again, knowing he was all Doc’s but he held back. Ren was obviously paying more attention to the rabbit hybrid than Doc because he suddenly turned his head to the beaded curtain. “What do you mean that Renbob was right?” Ren asked loudly and Doc could heard Renbob make a choking noise from behind the curtain. “Renbob knows that we are just friends!” He pretty much shouted, announcing to their pack, their family and Doc felt a pain in his chest again.

Matthias held his hands up. “Like I sense man that the vibes has changed.” He told them quickly. “I wonder if a session of communicative bongos would help man? For real man I think that Doc, was it? I think man that Doc needs to reach inside himself and like work on his feelings.” He told them nodding quickly. “You too Ren, like man I thought you two were like spiritually free but like man you are not. I want to help you both man. Free your souls, like with power of the bongos.” He earnestly told them before stumbling over to a big hemp bag on the side and began digging through it.

Ren look at Doc helplessly. Doc didn’t need to be a mind reader to know exactly what Ren was thinking. Doc looked at the clock and quickly forced the hand to a sleeping segment while Matthias’ back was turned. “Uh Matthias? It is time to sleep. No bongos.” He insisted and grabbed Ren’s hand, feeling Ren squeeze his back, obviously grateful to get out of communicative bongos sessions with Renbob’s new fuck buddy. Doc had to admit that he was also selfishly doing it for himself because he reckoned the hippy would have no idea how to fix the broken mess of a man Doc was.

The rabbit hybrid looked at the clock surprised. “Oh man like the day went so quick. Must be from living the dream, travelling space with like some good people man. Trippy! I better say good night to Renbobby.” He told them simply, leaving the pair to hurry to their own safe spot, their bed.

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Doc stared at the bongo in front of him. He wasn’t a stranger to making music, he had made dis tracks, set up music in his base, collected records and even paid Etho to make custom music things for him. He reached out finally to take it. Ren, Matthias and Renbob was sitting around him with their own set. Renbob had put the van on auto drive and joined them in the back for this as Matthias had insisted after breakfast they needed a session. Renbob had noticed the clock was wrong and gave the pair a look which made them both cringe. Doc hadn’t felt like this in a long while and so when Renbob suggested they do this, he complied, trying to ease his conscious. He and Ren had taken the sofa seats while Renbob and Matthias had sat opposite on the bench seating around the table. Ren was thankfully sitting against Doc, grounding him and was reminding him that he wasn’t alone in this. Doc would frankly go to the Nether in leather gear than do this but family was family so Doc held his bongos and tried not to roll his eyes too hard.

Matthias waved his hands freely as he started to explain. “Like man the whole point of communicative bongos is to reach inside you and release those worries! We start simple man. Like give it a tap, you got your own rhythm inside you man. You don’t need to copy anyone else, man.” He enthused and started a slow rhythm, tapping at the bongos in a slow pattern. “Now like you join in Renbobby.” he instructed and Renbob began tapping a little basic tune which after the man seemed to get used to it, and he started to add little riffs in places. Doc couldn’t help but think it was a requisite to being a hippy, the aversion to common sense and showering, and an innate ability with hand instruments. Matthias swayed to the noise they made before gesturing to Ren.

It was only when Ren began to play that Doc remembered that Ren decided to live that hippy life for a while back in world 6, protesting him and Scar’s theme park for a while. Maybe that was why Ren was so good at the bongos, the man’s hands flittering over the stretched skins, tapping out something that actually sounded like music. Doc felt so proud of Ren as he watched the man get into playing the bongos, Doc could see the look of fierce concentration, the way Ren was absorbing it all, and no doubt wondering how he could use this in his stories and builds. Doc took more photos, the way Ren looked as he worked out how to make the drums make different noises was just captivating. Doc wished he had some of those flowers still. All Ren would need was a flower crown and he could be the king of the hippies, if hippies had royalty. Doc could have watched Ren all day like this, but Matthias spoke up. “Like man, that is so far out. You should come perform at like our next protest at GigaCorp!” He implored. “But we can talk about this later man, like well done and now Doc my man!” He gestured even though Ren suddenly lost his place and hit the drums a little too hard.

Doc looked at the instrument in his lap and began to tap something out and failing. Doc didn’t like failure and was going to declare it stupid and quit, until he felt it. Ren’s tail was beating against him, like a furry metronome and Doc began to tap a rhythm out using it as guide and he found he could at least play something in time with Ren, a backing track of sorts, their beats making something pleasing to Doc’s ears. And it was apparently the same to the rabbit hybrid who grinned widely. “Renbobby was so like right about you two. Right so we take it in turns we all play man, then we each stop and say what is worrying us and we deal with it. Like man I can go first.” He told them and waited for them to play a bit before stilling his hands, while the others continued. “Like Renbobby I don’t know what you meant about carrot cake when we first, like I am a rabbit hybrid but we don’t like eat carrots for every meal. It is like a stereotype, man.” He told Renbob.

Renbob had the decency to look apologetic. “Like sorry my man, I was making an inside joke between me and Doc. Since these two wound me up about pancake mix, I was trying to get my own back and I realise like it was not good that I automatically used carrot cake. I could have used anything else man. I am sorry and I will like work on it and reflect on my language use.” He told him sincerely and stopped drumming to reach out to hold Matthias’ hand for a second. Doc was wide eyed at this exchange. Is this how hippies worked out conflict? Doc’s friendships consisted of pranks, hiring assassins, competitions and showmanship when it comes to conflicts. Hippies apparently just came out and said what was upsetting them to each other and they resolved it with words. Doc was genuinely impressed.

Matthias let go to pick up the rhythm on his bongos again and nodded. “I understand Renbobby, I know you wasn’t like being offensive about it otherwise I wouldn’t have like let you do that nasty thing to me man, I mean I didn’t even know what was a thing?” Doc was no longer impressed, talking was awful. It should be illegal. No more. Banned. Matthias may have realised it wasn’t the time to discuss that as he quickly stopped before he grinned. “We made a good start here man, like we need to continue it. Like remember than sometimes an apology is given not to help the upset party but to absolve yourself of guilt.” He told them seriously. “Like reflect on that my dudes, why are you saying sorry? What is driving you to apologise? Is it acknowledgement of blame or is it to absolve yourself of guilt.” He asked of them. “Now it is Renbobby’s turn?” He instructed as the others carried on drumming.

Renbob lifted his hands off the drums before giving Ren and Doc a baleful look. “Like put a towel down my dudes, I don’t care what or where you do it just like clean up after yourself.” He told them sternly before going back to drumming. Doc did feel bad for what they did in Renbob’s chair but even with the one way glass enabled, the idea that anyone could see Ren between Doc’s legs sucking on him as he pretended to drive was hot, especially when Doc used the dashboard to lift his legs higher and let Ren lick him there, Doc had finally found why Ren went mental when he ate him out.

Doc was busy remembering that lovely session, only for Matthias turn to him and grin. “Doc, your turn!”

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Doc didn’t expect that. He thought Ren was next but Matthias, the apparently bastard switched it up to trick him and Doc didn’t know what to say. If he didn’t like something, he either changed it or left the situation. It had taken him a long time to realise and get comfortable with the idea that if he didn’t like something, he had the right to give himself permission not just to suffer something. It started small. It was lighting levels in his base to how he slept to how he dressed. He sat back a little stunned as he realised he was always accommodating others, changing himself or his surroundings to tolerate others? If someone was doing something too much, Doc would just leave instead of telling that person they were annoying him and could they knock it off. Doc opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He looked at Ren helplessly needing something from the man, he didn’t know what but Ren usually gave Doc exactly what he needed.

Doc was suddenly hit with something. The shower thing. He coughed lightly. It would be nice to have a shower in the evening and not just first thing in the morning. The two hybrids certainly used up all the hot water and Doc would like to do his work out in the evening. He would have to balance Ren jumping him before he could though. What a terrible problem to have, Ren trying to jump his bones all the time. Doc stopped drumming and opened his mouth. He wondered after what happened to his planned answer because he came out with. “I don’t like you trying to make me jealous Ren.” he shut his mouth quickly going wide eyed. He wondered if the bongo skins was laced with something that Doc had absorbed through his hand. He never meant to say that out loud or even process it. It was not jealousness… it was his kink that’s it. Anti-kinkiness? Was that a thing? It had to be?

Ren had stopped playing and instead of just grabbing Doc’s hands, he had climbed neatly into Doc’s lap. Doc looked down at Ren who cupped his jaw. “Sorry Doc.” He told him simply and something in Doc broke a little bit down. Ren was genuinely sorry. He regretted doing it to Doc and Doc crushed him in a strong hug, rocking them gently as he tried to show he accepted it. He didn’t know when he started crying but he hid his wet face against Ren’s shoulder and for once didn’t try to push the emotions away. The drum beats was a more like a heart beat in his ears as he moved his head away to give Ren nose nuzzles. He smiled weakly at the man which Ren returned with an easy smile.

Doc cupped Ren’s face and gave him a quick kiss, tasting of their tears before he finally spoke up. “Good.” He told him simply, knowing that Ren understood him perfectly. It was really that easy. He just had to say something and Ren listened. He more than listened, he understood and would honour Doc’s wishes. He felt like a fool for not realising that before, of course Ren would never be like the others. He should had said something before, about so many things. Maybe when they got rid of Matthias then maybe Doc could explain stuff about his inability to bond and Ren would understand. Although the thought of Ren thinking Doc was a freak or broken or a monster was also a possibility. The idea of being rejected by Ren was terrifying and Doc didn’t know if it worth gambling, this fragile thing he has with Ren for what? Ren knowing that Doc could offer him nothing? That there was no end game with him? That Doc couldn’t give him things that Ren deserved. Doc was a broken monster and Ren was better off not even bothering with him?

Doc didn’t want to let go of Ren but Ren slipped out of his lap and picked up his bongos again and began tapping at them again. Doc followed suit now realising it was now Ren’s turn to let out his grievances with someone and Doc was willing Ren to say something about the naked yoga. Doc was an open-minded man but trying to wake up with a rabbit man downward dogging at you and winking back at you or what you assumed was winking. Doc made up his mind to use that as his next communicative bongo thing. If they went around again? He didn’t know the rules to communicative bongos, after all. Was it a one time thing because now Doc realised he could talk to other people about his issues and they would listen and help. He was starting to really like this actually. He beat at his drums slowly. Only Renbob spoke up first. “Like Ren, anything you want to say to anyone?” Renbob asked, pointedly.

Ren bristled hard and glared back. Doc was confused as the pair stared at each other for a minute before he realised that they were seemly communicating with a series of looks, lip curls, ear scrunches and facial expressions before they broke out in full caninese. Doc was shocked to hear it. He didn’t understand the strange growling yaps but the pair was having a heated discussion about something. He didn’t know that Ren knew it, most of the books he read about canine hybrids said the language died out back during the early den raids, hundreds of years ago basically. To hear what was supposed to be a dead language, was frankly a mind trip for Doc. He quickly shut off his recordings because if the canine hybrids had hidden it for this long, he doubted Ren would want Doc to have footage of it. The pair both fell silent at the same time, glaring at each other.

Ren stopped his drumming now and snarled. “I do not like Renbob interfering with my FRIENDSHIPS by doing stuff like talking behind my back and arranging a counselling session without asking.” He snarled and threw the bongos down. “I’m going to bed!” He declared and stormed off to their bed.

Doc suddenly wasn’t a fan of this bongo thing any more. He placed his own down and gave the pair a quick look before going after Ren, following the scent of bitter sadness to their bed wondering why Ren reacted this way.

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Doc guessed Ren didn’t want to talk about it because Ren pretended to be asleep when Doc joined him. Doc knew that Ren was actually awake judging by the way Ren’s ears flicked listening out for him as Doc settled against him. Doc found himself pulling Ren close and burying his face between his ears and grumbled lowly. “Love you.” He told him softly. He found he could say it, friends loved friends didn’t they? He didn’t know what he felt inside of him was love, since his Deattachment Disorder made it so he couldn’t actually for emotional bonds with people but he figured whatever passed as love in his fucked up brain, he felt for Ren. Soft sweet Ren who was again suffering. “My sweet little Puppy.” Doc found himself whispering. He nuzzled the soft fur around Ren’s ears, feeling how good it felt, how better he smelt now Doc was brushing and helping him wash. “Talk to me?” He asked softly.

Finally Ren rolled over, face damp with tears. “Doc…” He mumbled softly and reached over to cup Doc’s jaw. “Silly dog things, don’t you worry.” He told him, obviously lying to Doc and Doc felt hurt. He thought they had worked together and got to the point where they didn’t lie to each other but here Ren was, lying to him. Doc tried to justify it to himself. Ren was hurting. Ren was trying to recover. Ren wasn’t trying to hurt Doc but was trying to stop himself from hurting more. Sometimes talking about it, hurt more. Doc wanted to help but he didn’t know how. He held Ren close trying to at least show him that he would always be there for him. Regardless if Ren shared with him the problems he had or not.

Doc moved into lick his jaw and grumbled at him quietly. “I like silly dog things.” He tried to tell him, not wanting to push him but still wanted to let Ren know that Doc wanted to help. Doc kissed him softly as Ren began to cry again. Doc pulled away only to press their foreheads together. He reached up to stroke Ren’s jaw. “But if you don’t want to talk to me, then I just know that you are my best friend and I care about you. There is nothing you can tell me, I am not going to be upset, maybe for you but not at you.” He promised and brought Ren into a kiss again. He could feel how Ren desperately was kissing him back, maybe searching for comfort, or for distraction, distraction for Ren or to distraction Doc he didn’t know but he let his Puppy deepen the kiss. Ren needed something, he didn’t know what but this Doc could give him.

Doc realised something else he could give him and gently eased Ren down so he was face down in Doc’s chest. He stroked Ren’s ears as Ren nuzzled his chest. Doc giggled a little from the feeling and the way his tits seems to relax Ren. Ren quietly spoke up from his spot. “Doc, I love Renbob but I am adult… I sometimes feel like he still sees me like the half grown pup.” He scrunched his ears to his skull. He looked pained, so pained that Doc couldn’t help but kiss one of the worry winkles on Ren’s forehead. Ren smiled a little before sighing again and frowning. “I get it. I need help, a lot but sometimes he does stuff without asking and it hits wrong, you know?” He whimpered after, nuzzling at Doc, whuffling as if soothing himself with Doc’s scent.

Doc grumbled lowly, trying to think about everything. His knee jerk reaction was to tell Ren that Renbob should fuck off and leave them be but that wasn’t true. Renbob was pack, family and was trying his best. He sighed and tried to used his newly developed emotional growth. “Renbob is trying.” He eventually decided on. “He might make missteps like we do… but he just means well. He isn’t doing it to hurt you, but to help you. Maybe we need to talk about this after Matthias finally leaves?” He offered up trying to figure out what was best for them all, and squeezed Ren close. “We can hide here though for a while.”

Ren flopped bonelessly against him, all the fight and anger was gone. All that was left was a tired looking Ren. Doc held his breath, hoping that Ren would listen to him and not reject it. Rene eventually nodded. “I know but he owes me an apology.” He actually pouted which made Doc make a note to ask Renbob if he had photos of a younger Ren. He bet teenaged Ren was adorable, all long limbs and sullenness which in fair, he deserved to be. Doc wondered if he could thank Renbob for raising Ren, he could very much see the handful Ren had to be back in the day. He drew Ren into an eager kiss feeling the pout quickly become into a moan as Ren melted against his lips. He cupped Ren’s head and deepened it. Ren let him lick into his mouth and let out a needy whimper… At least he thought it was Ren. His brain then processed the sound properly and it wasn’t from Ren…. It came from beyond the curtains.

Doc pulled away from Ren for a second and felt cold as he realised that he had just leaned that Renbob… during sex sounded very similar to Ren. Doc heard of cursed knowledge before, Vintagebeef once mentioned it after seeing Doc’s dick before when they were sharing a base, apparently the man thought that meant creepers had human looking dicks but Doc now had his own cursed knowledge. Doc stared wide eyed at Ren as more moans drifted towards them. He began giggling as Matthias made a squeaking noise which Doc really didn’t want to know the cause of. He had to hid his face against Ren’s shoulder to smother his laughter as he heard. “Oh like man like man! Man! Like.” He had no idea who it was thankfully.

Ren scrambled in their little nook and pulled out his mini-record player and put Otherside on and shoved his headphones in. Doc looked at the player and managed to wirelessly connect to it, and the soothing music hit him and he could relax cuddled into Ren, ignoring whatever the two was doing outside their curtained off bed.

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Doc was half awake when he realised Ren’s communicator was going off. He grumbled and grabbed it, his own was still lost under the table somewhere. He hadn’t retrieved it, and assumed the batteries had run out by now and he just couldn’t be bothered. He had Ren and Renbob to talk to. He could do with a break from the constant stream of messages and updates. He found himself enjoying himself more, instead of having to feel like he was always struggling to keep up with everything. Doc muted it quickly, stroking Ren’s ears to ease the man back to sleep. He didn’t need to get up, besides it was Xisuma. Doc did bristle a little before he realised it was a group message to all the hybrid Hermits. The content really did make him bristle harder, apparently the Watchers decided a new illness was particularly carried by hybrids so they would need send their most recent medicals to ensure their vaccinations and code patches was up to date before the next world. Doc grumbled as he replied for them both, and attached his own medical notes. He saw Ren was slowly waking up and Doc hurriedly attached the file RenDogmedicalnotes.txt and sent it to Xisuma. He shut down the communicator in favour of pressing slow kisses to Ren’s face.

The man gave him a sleepy smile and captured his lips in a proper kiss. Doc forgot all about his anger as he pulled Ren onto him. He wasn’t even sure if Ren was properly awake as Doc fingered him open slowly before burying himself into him. He let out little grumbles as Ren lay against his chest, making soft noises as Ren rocked back setting a deliciously slow speed. Doc was starting to really love these slow sessions. It wasn’t furiously emotional as some of the other times… Doc didn’t know how to classify it other than making love instead of fucking. The lazy kisses, the soft touches, the unhurriedness. Just them making each other feel good. He felt content and satisfied in a way he never before as Ren pressed open mouthed kisses to his jaw and neck.

Doc wondered absently what would happen if Ren bit down, would he half bond? Would nothing happen? Would it just hurt? Or would it mess Ren up? The last thought was concerning. It wasn’t as if Ren would do it anyway. Ren would find himself a canine hybrid no doubt. Thankfully Ren moved away to sit up and Doc tried to force the thoughts away and focus on the slick heat around his cock, the way Ren was riding him, biting his lip trying to be quiet. Doc reached up to press a hand across Ren’s mouth and groaned himself at how hot it looked, Ren’s flushed pleased face looking down at him, gagged. Ren began licking at his palm so Doc pressed his fingers into Ren’s mouth. The way Ren messily sucked on them made Doc lose control all too soon for his liking, wanting to ruin Ren but he pressed up helplessly finishing deep in him.

Ren was busy sucking on his fingers and reached down to palm his own cock stroking it in time with the thrusting fingers in his mouth until he came over Doc with a muffled howl. Doc pulled his fingers out and helped Ren to cuddle up to him. He pressed soft kisses to the giggling man’s face. “Like Doc that was good man, we gonna have to get a toy or something for me to suck as you do me.” Ren whispered, all flushed and bright eyed, now wide awake and frisky, his tail flicking back and forth. He reached for one of Doc’s tank tops and slipped it on. “I’mma gonna get us coffee my dude. Love you.” He told him as he struggled to get boxers on before realising they were Doc’s too judging by they way they fell off him, hanging low on his hips and Doc was struck with the need to bite his hips and mark him as his so plainly. Doc scrambled to sit up and pulled Ren close, he realised the rabbit hybrid was still out there, and he did like preds, canine preds at that. It wasn’t that Doc thought Ren would do anything, he didn’t like the idea of Matthias even thinking he had a chance. Doc grabbed his lab coat and put it quietly around Ren’s shoulders, covering the man up, and thoroughly scenting him as Doc’s.

Ren didn’t say anything but just raised an eyebrow as he was dressed up. Ren leaned in sighing and gave Doc a kiss on the nose before leaving him only to come back with coffee and Doc couldn’t help the rushed out, devoted noise he made. “Honestly, I love you so much.” Doc grumbled watching Ren giggle pleased, still in his lab coat and tank top, holding coffee cups. Doc had a flashback to when he was a younger man seeing a pin up in a mechanic stall he was using. It was of a vulpine hybrid, a vixen, holding tools and branded tank top and Doc wondered what was the appeal but in this moment, looking at Ren, he got it. How he got it. He would buy a Ren pin up calendar for sure, just to have moments of the man looking so damn good.

Maybe it was all the distractions this morning, which stopped him from realising, if they got signal then they must be close to a space fuel station meaning Matthias was leaving soon. Doc was happy that they drank their coffee before the usual hazardous almost crash landing. Doc might not have enjoyed every moment of sharing the RV with the rabbit man but he wasn’t a bastard so Doc dressed quickly to see the man off. He made space for Ren to curl against him as they walked out not quite properly dressed into the car park to wave silently to Matthias who dragged his bag over to another RV.

Matthias turned back to wave at all of them. “Bye Renbobby! Like man see you at Birchstock! VP, MP and me is gonna have a booth man! Bongs and Songs!” He shouted before ducking into the new RV to be greeted by two humans. Doc wondered if he needed a check up because he figured he was going to miss the man at least a little. Doc shivered as a cold wind blew over him, Ren still had his lab coat and Doc squeezed the man before they headed back in. Doc paused as he saw three sets of bongos on the kitchen table neatly labelled with their names. Doc felt a rush of gratitude to the man, giving them a way to give themselves permission to communicate. Doc had a feeling the bongos might make a return.

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Now Matthias was gone, it was like the place was a little quieter. At least the pit stop meant that Doc could pop by the postal system and pick up his deliveries. The Hermits had come through for his birthday even though he wasn’t sharing a world with them. Thankfully Ren helped him carry all the presents back to the RV. The most interesting was Scar’s… The man was not subtle. He had scrawled all over the packaging that it contained fragile butt sex toys. Doc didn’t know if that meant that Scar had sent him sex toys or not. It could go either way with the man and that packaging. He was very curious to what Scar had sent him though so he pushed it to the side and unpacked all his other gifts. He got a range of tools, craft items and trinkets from the Hermits which made him smile.

Ren was adorably squirming as he looked at box obviously imagining what Scar had sent them, so of course Doc went slowly as he removed the tape. He teasingly stopped not opening it and heard Ren actually moan from frustration. He pick the box up and smirked, carrying it to the bed with Ren trailing behind him very much like the Puppy he called him. Doc climbed up easily and settled in to finally open the gift. It was a pretty large box and Doc couldn’t wait to see what Scar had sent him. He reached in and the first thing he found was bottles of lube. Nice lube. Water based by the looks and he opened it. He couldn’t help the throaty groan that escaped him. He brought the bottle up to his nose and whuffled the contents. Even though he had gotten off not long ago the sweet lube was doing something to him. He forced himself to look at the label. Monster Musk; Creeper hybrid edition.

Doc turned red and put the bottle down flushed. Scar had sent him fake creeper sex scents and it smelt real good to him. He tried not to think about what that meant. He tried to just grab the next bottle and found it was the same Monster Musk but feral wolf hybrid edition. He didn’t know if he would punch Scar or hug him next time as when he opened the bottle, Ren’s nose went like crazy, his eyes dark with need, and his tongue panting out as the scent obviously hit Ren. Doc did have to wonder how Scar knew that all of this existed much less where to order it from. The man did seem pretty clued up on hybrid sex. He had to wonder how much was it from experience.

Doc really didn’t want to know actually. He was pretty certain Scar wasn’t interested in Ren and that was good enough. Scar was just being kind and providing Doc some good stuff to sex up Ren better. He was certainly going to buy more to make sure they had a good supply of lube because he was sure he could get some dispensers hooked up to the bed. He was already thinking of installing some eye hooks in strategic places to help tie Ren down. Doc couldn’t wait until they got a proper room some where, he was already planning on a bigger, better bed to really explore each other and some of these toys. He reckoned they would spend the first couple days just enjoying being alone and being as loud as they liked.

Doc put the other bottle down and dug a little deeper in the box, to pull out a dildo and Ren actually clapped his hands. Doc gave him a smirk. “It is my birthday present but I feel you will get more out of it, than me.” He grumbled, only teasing the man because he knew for a fact he would very much enjoy the nicely shaped toy. It had a flared head and bumps and Doc wanted to see Ren take it both ways, seeing Ren’s lips stretched around the thick length or riding it for Doc to watch. Ren would look so damn good. Of course he could use it only if Doc was in control. No way his Puppy was going to play with his toys without him. He didn’t want Ren being too distracted by toys to not want him after all. Doc placed it to the side and dug through the packaging to find more treats, a cock ring which vibrated and a strange item which made Doc scramble at the instructions. Ren made a sharp noise. “Um Doc, it is a… a knot lock… like a cock ring but for knots.” He admitted bright red. “I think Scar thinks it was my birthday my dude.” Ren cooed loudly and held it close to him. “It costs a fortune!” He rubbed it against his face, making Doc feel a flare of possessiveness until Ren gave Doc a hungry look. “I am going to look oh so pretty for you Doc. Imma gonna cry all pretty over your cock.”

Doc was suddenly all for it again. “Oh, what does it do?” He could guess but he wanted Ren to describe it to him, and maybe show him. He wanted to get Ren more, if Ren liked them so much, prove that Doc would and could get them for him, in all the colours possible and styles if there was more styles. Doc would get him anything he wanted, better than Scar. Ren was his to spoil. Doc grumbled lowly, moving the box to the side to focus on Ren. He grabbed the man’s ankles and pulled him down the bed to him, growling lightly. He saw Ren’s face, all flushed and biting his lip pleased. Doc grabbed the instructions and placed them on Ren’s stomach. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He squinted at the small text and used Ren’s hand to prop the instructions up since the man kept giggling making it harder to read. Doc sighed. “Ren!” He paused as he realised what he was doing and began giggling too.

Ren helped Doc now, palming his own length stroking himself slowly. “Doc, my dude, you could have asked instead of like trying to make me like an Odea piston door!” He complained teasing. “You slip it over and tighten it…” He told him and thumbed his knot, feeling it swell. “You gonna have to earn my punishment.” He challenged and Doc giggled before ducking down to capture his cock in his mouth, sucking him quickly feeling Ren grab his horns. “Oh yeah Doc I been a naughty naughty puppy. Please punish me all good.” He begged and how could Doc say no to that?

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Doc only sucked him enough to feel his knot bump hotly against his lips. He tongued the underside, enjoying the weight of it on his tongue, the taste of Ren’s musk. His Puppy was so good, delicious and Doc pulled away smirking. “I think this pretty little thing deserves to be punished.” He cooed and gave his knot a squeeze, driving Ren to buck hard in his grip. “Oh naughty little Puppy, look at you. You are perfect.” He opened the toy and slicked it up with some neutral lube. He loved the noise of the toy snapping into place, the tight binds wrapping around the knot base and in front of the knot. The black straps digging a little into his swollen flesh. “How does that feel?”

Ren looked down and rested his wrists on his thighs, showing off his cuffs with his bound cock. “Doc… Doc fuck I am a pretty little thing for you. Fuck.” He gasped, his eyes was flicking over his bindings. “Doc…” He reached over to grab Doc’s hand and pulled his hand to his throat. “Doc… I never… I never asked anyone… never felt this before… do you… uh… collar?” he finished scrunching his ears to his skull, looking ever so flushed and beautiful. It was obvious what he was asking for but just couldn’t say. His poor little Ren. Wanting something he thinks he shouldn’t ask for, couldn’t ask for? Doc felt his nervous heartbeat under his fingers, the way it raced as he stroked his throat.

Doc growled lowly. “I would love to collar you, a pretty little thing for a pretty little Puppy.” He squeezed his throat, drawing moans from the man. “Showing everyone you are mine.” He stroked over the spot he decided would be perfect for his bonding bite, high on his throat, enough that everyone could see it, unless Ren wore high necked jumpers, there would be no hiding that mark. He couldn’t though so maybe a collar would be the next best thing. He knew that it was all talk, that he could only pretend, no one would see Ren in such gear, this was very much for his eyes only. His Puppy trusting him enough to admit to wanting a collar of all things. Doc only knew the barest of histories for canine hybrids and knew from Ren’s comments that collars and other such things were taboo in their culture. Doc whispered. “Maybe we could get one for me…. Matching.” He suggested lowly, he did enjoy Ren taking charge and maybe it would make the man comfortable enough to enjoy what he wanted, and maybe he would tell Doc more of his fantasies because Doc loved every one of them so far.

Ren reached out to grab Doc’s horns. “I once saw… a… uh livestock show and they had these… halters for rams… they went over their horns… My dude, I think I wanna see what you look like with it. I get to control your head as I like, make you use your tongue on me.” Ren shivered happily. “Only if you wanna, I know… I know that you aren’t…” He stopped, all red, his hands falling away from Doc’s horns as he let embarrassment stop him from telling Doc more of that lovely idea. Doc could see Ren was working on communicating with him, letting himself talk to Doc about all the different things he wanted, knowing Doc wasn’t going to judge him for desiring it. He supposed it was maybe cultural guilt or something that stopped Ren from wanting to play with collars and harnesses. Doc pulled Ren in for a heated kiss, only pulling away to catch his breath. He wanted to show Ren he understood, that he knew what he was saying and that Doc wanted to hear it.

Doc pressed his forehead against Ren’s. “Puppy, shhh. I love it. Your captured monster, huh? Or am I all tame for you?” He asked breathless, seeing Ren light up, knowing he had proved to Ren that he was accepted and that Doc was willing to play along with his story lines and ideas. He could see how his words inspired him, his eyes bright with all those stories he was probably planning and Doc really couldn’t wait to try it all. “Ren, baby, it is okay…” He grabbed Ren’s wrist and brought his hand up back to his horn. “Beauty and the beast…” He growled lowly watching Ren lick his lips and finally tug at Doc’s horn, pulling him for another kiss. Doc groaned happily. “Oh yes, the pretty little Puppy, taming his monster.” He settled easily over Ren, feeling Ren’s cock with it’s new straps dig into his stomach.

Ren shifted and wrapped his legs around Doc’s waist, looking so fucking good to Doc against the pillows. “Doc my dude, you wanna grab that lube? Fold me up and fuck me sobbing?” He challenged giggling. “We got some time while Renbob gets his deliveries darling, how you want me? On my back so you can watch me cry all pretty for you? Or on all fours, face down in the pillows like your… needy little… bitch…” Ren whispered the word so red and pleased sounding. All proud to admit what he wanted from Doc, Doc guessed from his slightly embarrassed look that it was another one of those cultural guilt things. To be called a bitch. He watched Ren continue, tail swishing back and forth in his simple joy. “So you can give it to me real deep and make me take every thrust like a good little Puppy.” He finished squirming against Doc. “We could use that toy, set it up and watch me gag on it my dude.” He purred happily. “Or you wanna dig more in the box and find me more pretty toys…”

Doc growled lowly and looked at Ren. “So many choices Puppy… I think…” He paused considering all the offers. He had no idea what to do first. They had a box of fun to explore and an empty RV. Doc wondered what was the most fun they could have… He just didn’t know, maybe they could rent a room out again and try everything. “I think we are going to start with you face down and taking me all sweet Puppy…” He growled. “I wanna see that lock in action my pretty little bitch.” He told him before pulling him into a deep kiss.

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Thankfully Renbob had decided to go hang out with some of the other RVs after he took one step into the RV and heard the pair mid session with Ren crying loudly while begging Doc desperately for more. They had the night mostly to themselves. It didn’t take long before the pair was reaching for each other and Doc let Ren weave the silk ribbons around Doc’s wrists binding them together. His Puppy was so excited at the sight of Doc being bound even though Doc could easily free himself. He kept his smirk to himself as Ren tied ribbons around his horns giving him a leash of sorts to control his head. “Making your God look so good…” Doc growled lowly, and loved watching how Ren shivered in his lap. Doc leaned in to steal a hungry kiss, Ren pulled on his new horn harness and forced him away growling. It was hot hearing Ren so confident and dominate, so comfortable in taking control of him, and his sexuality in a way. Doc always wondered if the guilt stopped him from being more aggressive. His little Puppy scared to be sexualised and feel good. He wanted to cup Ren’s jaw and pull him closer, just showing Ren how much he loved it.

Ren growled lowly, flashing fangs before he snarled loudly. “My God? I do not worship you.” He snarled, yanking Doc’s head down to look him in the eyes. “You are Fallen. You are mine. Gifted to me to use as I see fit. Nothing more than a play toy for a mortal.” Ren tightened his grip on his head, the strong grip and bold words from him made him arch up against him. Ren hadn’t tied his lower half down and therefore he was making use of his freedom. Doc rutted against him with a groan. His slick cock pressing against Ren’s arse even through the makeshift costume they had made from a bed sheet, it was only a makeshift toga which was going to promptly removed, if not ripped apart from eager need. He loved it, the way Ren felt in his lap, a pretty little warden for him, so demanding with his hands tied up, his head harnessed for Ren. He leaned into to try to kiss Ren again only for Ren to tug his head back. “I thought you were the God of Destruction not Fertility.” His little Puppy even mid sex was adding to the story and their lore. Doc loved his creativity, even though it seemed like the man could never actually turn it off.

Doc snorted. “I am the God of everything important.” He challenged. He was fighting the urge to pin Ren down and fuck him silly again. He would be half stretched and still slick from his previous cum. He would feel so damn good to fuck him. If Ren was frisky enough Doc would barely need to re-stretch him and instead bury himself deep into his body and fuck him open. The man would break so pretty again, the knot lock had helped in that, but Doc preferred seeing Ren dribbling everywhere, dry cumming with yips, overstimulated and begging louder and louder as Doc worked him further. Not that Ren desperate to cum, wasn’t a beautiful sight, the man’s knot throbbing in it’s cage, so desperate with Ren bucking chasing his own pleasure mindlessly as Doc used him. Ren had broken out into needy little growls, clawing at the bedding, sounding so feral that Doc couldn’t help but record it as he pressed into his body. Now it was Ren’s turn to be in charge and he wanted Doc all tied up for him. Doc did wonder what he looked like, his Puppy did seem more than appreciative judging by the heated looks he was getting. “The God of you.”

Ren growled back and looked defiantly at him, pleasing Doc no end to see the man so strong, so relaxed in his sexuality, and sexual need. “I told you. You are not my God.” He spat and grabbed Doc’s jaw with his freehand. “If you don’t get it, maybe I should show you. You are… fucking mine. Nothing more than my fucking toy, you don’t get to cum until I let you. Helpless in a mortal’s hands.” He told Doc darkly, showing off those fangs of his in a wolfish smirk. “Maybe I should fuck you to teach you of your new place.” And with those words the idea of Ren burying himself deep in Doc came to mind. Doc had never even tried a finger before inside of him and all of a sudden he wanted to know what it felt like to be knotted, tied with Ren, both of them stuck together.

Ren wasn’t expecting a rushed out happy. “Yesssss.” From Doc who couldn’t resist. He could see the man pause as he realised what Doc said, what Doc agreed to happily. It was a slow smile but Ren perked up instantly his ears peaking high and his tail was a blur behind him. Doc was genuinely worried that the man was going to strain his tail if he wagged it that hard. He couldn’t help but lean in to whisper in Ren’s ear. “I want you to fuck me, make me cum on your cock.” Doc finished lowly, letting Ren know he was serious.

Ren let out a soft whine and nose nuzzled him desperately happy and excited. He dropped character quickly too. “Doc you mean it?” He asked still looking unsure. Doc gently placed Ren back off his lap and settled back against the pillows, letting his toga fall open. He reached out to grab the feral wolf hybrid lube and poured some out on his stomach and dipped his fingers into it. Doc felt a little awkward reaching down to press a slick finger into himself. It did feel odd, but the sheer need on Ren’s face made it worthwhile as Doc slowly stretched himself. “Fuck Doc… you gonna let me fuck you?” Ren watched already rocking on the spot, his hips bucking already raring to go.

Doc chuckled as he pressed another finger into himself, working himself open slowly as Ren eagerly watched. “Let you? No, you are going to put your God in his place.” He goaded lowly before his fingers brushed something that made his cock twitch. He gasped and pressed his fingers deeper to properly work that spot inside of him. He forced himself to pull his fingers out before passing Ren the lube for his cock. Doc watched the man slick his length up, the pointed tip now looked so perfect to hammer that spot he had found. He bet his Puppy would feel oh so good. “I want you to fuck me.” Doc told him, finally spurring Ren to move.

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Ren settled over Doc all flushed. The feel of his hot wet slick cock trailing over his skin, across his thighs was so good. Ren’s little eager woofs was so fucking adorable as Ren nervously got into place. He wanted to cup Ren’s jaw but his bound hands was slick with lube. He was surprised he had managed to finger himself open so well with the silk around his wrists. It did help that Ren wasn’t thick, he was more long. Doc breathed slowly, trying to keep himself relaxed as Ren shyly pressed against him. His slick cock head nudging at Doc’s balls before finally pressed against him. He could feel how warm his length was as Ren rubbed it unsure against him. Doc arched back and wrapped his leg around Ren’s waist. Ren made a soft noise. “You serious Doc… You want me, to fuck… you?” He asked still sounding unsure.

Doc kept his voice quiet, he knew Ren was struggling with the idea and this. It wasn’t as if Ren didn’t want it… Doc could very much feel how his cock was aching hard, dripping everywhere already. “Yeah Puppy I do… I bet you feel real good in me, you gonna make me feel all good aren’t you?” He soothed and used his foot on Ren’s arse to pull him closer. He growled as he realised his arms was bound and he need to comfort Ren. He flexed and tore the silk ties, leaving the torn ends fluttering as he finally got control of his arms again. “Come here Ren…” He pulled Ren chest to chest, he could lean down to nuzzle noses with the man. “Just press forwards.” He coached softly before gasping as Ren finally moved.

Ren buried his face into his shoulder, already panting harshly as he just pressed a little into him. Doc shuddered, he found it incredibly hot feeling his cock tip spread him open. His little Puppy fucking him, maybe for the first time… Doc pressed eager kisses to Ren’s head. “That’s it Ren, fuck me baby. Fill me up darling.” He gasped as Ren rocked gently into him, just fucking him with his wet cock tip in small thrusts, like Ren was getting used to it. “Love you, love you fucking me.” He softly groaned. His own cock was aching hard as his Puppy used him. Ren dared to press a little harder or maybe the sensation was too much and Ren bucked into him but either way Doc threw his head back and groaned his pleasure as Ren rocked harder. His reaction seemingly spurring Ren on to thrust harder. “That’s it Puppy, give me it, you feel so fucking good.” Doc groaned as Ren’s cock finally hit that spot in him and made him groan.

Ren finally moved his face away from Doc’s shoulder and gasped. “You like that?” He asked, his voice sounding ruined. Doc reached down to grab Ren’s hands with both his, entwining their fingers as Ren fucked him. Doc squeezed them, offering him comfort. He could see how Ren was pushed to a new limit and as Ren pressed harder into him, he could feel his knot was already swelling already. Ren sounded so unsure, ears flickering back as he spoke. “You… you wanna try my knot?” He asked softly. “I mean… you don’t have to Doc, I mean… you.. you… you are Doc you know? Why would you wanna be knotted by me?” He blurted out looking shocked at his own words, he sniffed hard like he was trying to hold back his emotions.

Doc leaned down to kiss him hard before he pulled away. “Because Ren, you are my Ren. My Puppy, my Angel, my Everything.” He gasped, trying to desperately make Ren understand. This wasn’t Doc giving him a pity fuck or something that Doc didn’t want to do, he wasn’t even sure what Ren was hurting about but he knew how the hurt was manifesting. Guilt about his sexual desires. “You know me Ren… I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. I want this. I want you. I want you to knot me good Puppy, why don’t we change positions? Fuck me face down?” He offered and Ren pulled away quickly. Doc got into position, lowering his body down and flushed feeling exposed especially when he felt lube drip from him. At least Ren enjoyed the sight judging by the low moan.

“Doc my man, my dude, my mate…” Ren groaned and settled behind him. “Of course, you wanna do it doggy style.” He teased but pressed kisses to Doc’s shoulders. “Yeah okay, I can do this… it is in the name right? Rendoggy diggity style.” It was obvious Ren was talking to himself as he finally got over his nerves before pressing into Doc with one smooth movement. “Oh! Oh! Oh Doc!” He gasped, grabbing Doc’s hips hard. “Oh fuck my mate, you feel so damn damn good.” He stilled inside of him. “You are taking it all, my knot…” He groaned panting loudly. Doc didn’t need to be told that, he could feel the swelling inside of him, stretching him such new ways. He found himself spreading his legs a little, to lessen to pressure in him. He gasped as Ren’s cock slipped a little deeper, his knot pressing hard against that sweet spot in him.

Doc let out a loud hissing grumble of pure pleasure as the knot throbbed against him and he was reminded that people saw canine hybrids as little more than sex toys. Doc was almost ashamed as he thought about how he could understand that once again. Doc never thought he would enjoy being stuffed with cock and a knot but with Ren’s cock hitting that sweet spot inside of him, Doc’s forgotten cock had hardened, dripping wetly into the sheets below him. He wished he had moved a pillow or something to rut against as Ren shifted a little then it got better as he felt the newly intimate feeling of Ren’s seed inside of him. His knot throbbing harder and Doc shoved a hand between his legs to palm his cock, jerking himself off to the sensation of his Puppy plastering himself against Doc’s back letting out little yips as they were tied.

Doc didn’t take much longer before he came with a loud cry. He shifted as he remembered quite how long Ren’s knot lasted. He was going to be stuck here for a while it seemed. He clenched accidentally and Ren make a choking gasp. “Doc my dude!” He whined sounding desperate. And just like that Doc had something to test and keep himself entertained while he was stuck.

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Doc felt his thighs burn a little as finally Ren eased out of him. He reckoned the man could had pulled out earlier but Ren didn’t want to risk hurting Doc. He kept apologising despite the number of times Doc told him it was okay, he knew what he was getting into or rather what was getting into him when he asked for Ren to fuck him. He fell forwards once he was free, groaning happily as his thigh muscles finally got a break. It was a pretty good work out actually. Doc wondered if he could include it in his usual work out, as a treat? He had noticed that he had been putting muscle on, even with his limited work out, maybe fucking Ren was a better work out than he expected. It was a cycle though, he worked out, Ren got excited, Doc got a second work out and then Ren would start his work out at some point during the day, some yoga usually and Doc would get interested again, and get a third workout if they hadn’t found some other excuse not to fall into bed together.

Doc let out a surprised noise as he felt Ren’s hands on his thighs, softly rubbing them, working the knots out of them. Doc didn’t know he could make those noises he was making, soft little whimpers as Ren gently pressed kisses to his shoulders. Ren grumbled lowly. “Gosh Doc… I never thought I would ever do that my dude. Especially to the great DocM77.” He told him quietly. “You were so damn good.” He whispered between kisses. “You lie there and relax, Imma gonna spoil you.” He told Doc and Doc didn’t have the energy to argue. He was feeling pretty something? He didn’t know exactly what it was? It was sensitive and soft in a strange way… the soft touches from Ren and warm words was really hitting him deep. Doc found himself liking it more than he ever expected. Doc wasn’t one to pause when he got injured. He usually chugged a potion or ignored it but Ren doting on him was good.

“Yeah? You was good, I never did that before.” Doc admitted quietly. “Guess it was new to us both huh?” It a strange way it pleased Doc, they had a first together. He made his Puppy feel safe to express his wants. They had both let go and enjoyed something together. Doc didn’t think he would have let anyone else do it to him, just Ren though. It being Ren changed it, he wanted to give Ren everything he wanted after all. So what was a cock and knot up the ass? “We should do it again some time?” He suggested lowly watching the way Ren perked up massively. He was being truthful too. Doc wanted to do it again, see if Ren got the hang of it, if it would be even better with his Puppy taking control properly. He guess Ren would last longer but Doc didn’t mind, the feeling of his knot throbbing in him was enough to get himself off. Doc gasped as he felt Ren’s cum drip from himself. His face turning red at the sticky mess dribbling out of himself.

Ren quickly noticed and grabbed their clean up rag. Doc groaned in pleasure as Ren carefully cleaned Doc up. “Doc my dude… I left you a mess.” He sounded so damn proud and Doc wished he had pictures of himself. He would have to see if he could set up cameras properly, he wanted to see Ren letting go as he fucked Doc. Maybe next time they could stay with him on his back, so he could watch Ren’s pleasure. “You are dripping my cum.” Ren sounded awestruck. “You are so good Doc, I do prefer you going to town on me but I like doing it to you back. I promise I will get better.” He softly told him. “Make you cum like I do on your cock.”

Doc rolled over groaning softly, his entire body felt like mush, but good mush. He felt… cherished? Like special and he opened his arms wide for Ren to tuck himself in close. The pair shared soft kisses, with Ren breaking away to let out happy soft borks while Doc gave him happy grumbles. This time was special to Doc, he loved the quiet moments, the soft touches and kisses, just not for sex, just because it felt good to the pair. His absolutely favourite is when he looked up from something and just had Ren near, swooping down to press a clumsy kiss to Doc’s lips, half falling into his lap like Ren had been waiting for this moment, to give Doc a kiss. Doc was also fond of when he managed to surprise Ren, press the man against the nearest surface and kiss him until he made little gasps and clutched at Doc’s arms. If Doc did it good enough, he would make Ren forget what he was doing and the man would smack at Doc for giggling as he tried to remember what he was actually up to until Doc distracted him. More often than not, Ren wouldn’t be able to and they would just find the nearest spot to curl around each other for more making out.

Ren had found his communicator under a pillow and switched it on, probably planning on getting caught up with his emails. Doc settled in, pressing soft kisses to every part of him, that Doc could reach, enjoying the lazy wags of his tail brushing against his skin. It tickled a little but it meant Ren was happy and content so Doc was happy to deal with it. Ren made a confused noise. “Like Xisuma wants uh to meet up? Something paperwork related?” He asked confused. “Did he ask to meet you?”

Doc grabbed Ren’s communicator and checked his own emails, finding nothing from Xisuma and deleted the mass from the Hivemind, he wasn’t ready to begin to deal with that. “No?” He commented, and watched Ren reply quickly. He wondered if there was something wrong with the medical notes Doc had sent Xisuma before Ren rolled over to pepper kisses over Doc’s face, distracting him. He was sure when he saw Xisuma, he could just ask.

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Apparently Xisuma was happy using the GigaCorp travel network to meet up with them in the next quadrant so Renbob was updated about their travel plans. It wasn’t that far actually and Doc busied himself cleaning the place up a little, if they were going to have guests who wasn’t pack. He flushed as he realised their bed was covered in lube bottles, bondage stuff and sex toys. He hurriedly shut the curtains as he realised there was no chance that they could fit it all into the cubby they had. It wasn’t as if Xisuma was going to see their bed after all. Ren was pretty relaxed about it, he had spent more time trying to distract Doc into everything but cleaning up. Doc was pretty sure it was rude to be too busy to meet your Admin because they were fucking. He was tempted to be rude so much, especially when Ren for some how found a feather duster and was less cleaning but instead trying to tempt Doc so much. Doc grabbed Ren’s hips and pulled him back against himself. “Ren, you being a pretty little maid for me… Maybe I should get you an outfit to match?” Doc growled lowly.

Ren shuddered, his voice hoarse. “Doc my dude, you want me in a maid outfit? Calling you sir?” He asked, grinding back eager. Doc could tell he loved the idea but Ren loved any idea that involved Doc giving him to it good and hard. Doc so wanted to give in to his wants, to just find something make shift to fashion a skirt out of just for Doc to push up as he thrust into Ren. He did have the sheet they used for his toga, it could easily be a make shift maid skirt. Doc really wished he was on world right now. He was pretty sure he would commission Cleo for a full set of role play clothes as soon as he could because it just added some oomph to their sessions and games. It wouldn’t be the oddest thing he had ordered from her either.

Doc was pulled away from Ren literally as the landing drove him almost to the floor. He growled, promising himself that they were doing to fix the landing gears soon. He grabbed Ren as the RV shook worried the smaller man was going to be pitched into something painful. He held him close, keeping a very tight grip on him. Thankfully they landed before Ren could do much more damage to Doc’s arms as the man hadn’t clipped his claws in a while and Doc sported fresh scratches as Ren clung to him for safety and support. Doc carefully let go of him as they pulled up and Renbob yelled back. “Like, man we arrived!” He sounded a little shaken too.

Doc sat back as Ren dug out his communicator and checked his messages. Doc fished his own out and put it on charge. He figured he might as well work towards forgiving the Hivemind. He watched Ren frown at his communicator. “What’s wrong?” Doc asked confused, already reaching out for Ren. Only Ren had already moved and head bumped Doc painfully as he tucked himself against Doc’s chest. “Oh Xisuma wants to meet me for a coffee? Like in the GigaCorp cafe?” He looked about, nervous. Doc knew Ren hated busy places now, and Doc reached out to grab Ren’s hand, giving him a squeeze. Ren looked at their joined hands and squeezed back. “Thanks my dude, I am sure I can do this, especially if my Doc is gonna escort me?” He got up slowly.

“I am sure Xisuma wouldn’t mind me coming along. I am sure that it is probably something routine?” Doc tried to sooth Ren. But it was odd that Xisuma wanted to see Ren alone? In a strange fuel space station? So quickly? Doc’s brain immediately went to why. Why Ren? Alone? He knew that Xisuma had invited Ren to his worlds before… They had businesses together before… Was there something else there, that he had missed? Maybe the hybrid medical records was a lie? Maybe this was something else going on? Did Xisuma see Ren in the meeting, in Doc’s lap and was going to say something? Was the Admin after his Puppy? Doc’s mind whirled as they walked into the shop. The cafe was in the back and Ren was already so nervous, ears swivelling. Doc just wanted to tuck Ren into his side and carry him off to safety.

Xisuma didn’t look too happy to see him, which made Doc bristle. There was something going on here. Something Xisuma didn’t want Doc around for. It was making Doc really unsettled, he found himself frowning at one of his oldest friends. “Xisuma.” Doc near growled, watching X sharply. The way the man was taking them in, looking between them and at Ren, his new cuffs and strangely at Doc too.

Xisuma nodded. “Hey um, I just need to talk to Ren for a bit Doc. If you need to go shopping or something...” He suggested, being so blatant to try to get rid of Doc and get Ren all alone for some reason. Doc could see how Ren was whale eyeing nervously at the idea of being alone in a busy place. Xisuma was good but Ren was used to having Doc near by and Doc wasn’t going to let anyone make Ren uncomfortable.

Doc stepped closer and placed an arm around Ren’s shoulders. “It is okay, I am sure Ren doesn’t mind me here, do you?” He hissed, surely Xisuma could see how Ren was not doing well, not liking the brightly lit loud store, stinking of coffee. Doc didn’t have Ren’s amped up senses and it was bothering him badly, it could only imagine what it was doing to Ren. Ren quickly jerked his head, flinching suddenly as a loud child screamed.

Xisuma turned his head. “Okay, uh Doc mind getting us coffee? It looks like Ren could do with some water? And uh maybe some napkins… you are bleeding?” He pointed at Doc’s lip. Doc probed the area with a finger and found he was indeed bleeding. Ren must have done it in the crash landing. Doc really didn’t like the idea of leaving Ren alone but he should get something to stem it. He got up quickly intending on coming back as soon as possible. Doc kept an eye on the pair as he queued. He couldn’t hear what the pair was saying but Xisuma looked like he was doing most of the talking. Ren was just shaking his head and gesturing. Doc really didn’t like it. He overpaid for the drinks and shoved the napkins in a pocket as he rushed back to the table.

Xisuma sat back sharply as Doc appeared. Xisuma gave a fake sounding laugh. “Okay, oh look at the time. Um I think I have to meet up with uh Jevin next. He is working I think on a small world in the down time.” He excused himself, poorly lying as he got up to leave. Doc didn’t care at this point. He wanted the man gone so he could get Ren somewhere quiet. He grabbed his hand, ignoring the Admin as he led Ren away, back to the RV, abandoning their coffees and drinks. He wanted to know what the fuck was that all about.

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Doc immediately brought Ren back to their bed and curled around him. He cupped Ren’s jaw softly and brought him in for a soft kisses. “Puppy, what happened?” He had to ask, he could see the way Ren was freaking out a little, his ears still scrunched to his skull while his eyes darted about restlessly, betraying his nervousness. It was obvious to Doc that Ren really wasn’t quite with him. He rested his forehead against Ren’s, cursing Xisuma for whatever than man had done. He was going to send him a furious email as soon as Ren was asleep because it wasn’t right. He had no idea what bullshit thing Xisuma was doing? Was this some Admin thing? He doubted it. Ren did help out in the infrastructure side of things, but more like a dogsbody. The term made Doc pause. He looked away for a second realising he had used a speciest term without realising. Dogsbody… a pair of hands. Nothing skilled, no better for more than grunt work. Doc never realised how he had been using it. Dismissing him. Dismissing Ren. Dismissing Renbob. Saying it was a canine hybrid thing, doing unskilled grunt work. Doc promised himself that he would stop using it.

Ren lifted his head up, eyes wet with unshed tears. “Doc… You are a good man.” He whispered and grasped Doc’s hand. He entwined their fingers and nuzzled against his fingers. He looked up so devotedly, so strained, so pained. Doc was wondering just what the Admin said about him. If Ren was softly telling him that he was good. Doc knew he wasn’t good. He had done many things which people could say was bad but for Ren, Doc would be downright evil. He knew that there was very few things that he would stop at to make Ren smile, to make him happy. “You wouldn’t hurt me.” He whispered and finally Doc understood what Xisuma must have been talking to him about.

Doc hurting Ren? Then it hit him. Xisuma had his medical records with his diagnosis in it. Xisuma, if he cared to look, would see that little note. Buried between his cybernetics and his hybrid breakdown of code patches, unable to bond. Did Xisuma tell Ren? Did Xisuma try to tell him how that Ren had no future with Doc? No bond, no settling? Even though Doc would try to give him everything he could, if Ren asked Doc to build them a rustic cottage and Doc would ask him if he wanted early rustic or late rustic. He would even pay the pesky bird to build them a home if it came to it, but the idea of someone else building their home, didn’t sit right with him. Doc wanted to give Ren everything for as long as Ren wanted. Doc would never, could never hurt his Angel, his Puppy, his Everything.

Why was Xisuma doing this? Why? Xisuma wanted Ren. Xisuma wanted Ren, away from Doc. Xisuma. Their admin. Trying to poison his Puppy against him, filling his head full of lies how Doc was dangerous, hurtful, nasty… Doc could almost understand in a way. He would do anything he could to keep Ren happy and if Doc saw Ren with Xisuma, he would do his best to change that. Xisuma wasn’t good enough, never good enough for Ren. He would ensure that Xisuma couldn’t even come near them. He could ensure it. Xisuma might be an Admin but Doc faced down a God on just pride, so he could take Xisuma down easily for love.

Doc swallowed and whispered. “Never, you know that. Whatever Xisuma said is lies. I would never ever hurt you.” He told him, a liar himself. He knew that at some point when this ended, it was going to hurt but he was doing his best to never think of this ending. It wasn’t going to end. He was going to do his best to give Ren everything he wanted outside of a bond. Xisuma could give him a bond though, the Admin was rumoured to be hybrid. He heard rumours he was a shulker hybrid, hence the armour and stupid Evil X appearing one day. He didn’t know exactly because he respected people’s privacy, and didn’t shove his nose into other people’s business. He moved to pin Ren to the bed, just settling over him, feeling his Everything cling to him, weakly nuzzling.

Ren nodded quickly. “’Course… you are…” He mumbled the next word, burying his face against Doc’s neck. He pulled his face away slowly. “Maybe we need a break… out of the ship, just you and me alone roughing it…” He suggested quietly. “Get Renbob to set us down on an empty world and we could… just enjoy each other…” He was a pretty pink as he requested. “I need to get out of my head for a bit.” He admitted. Doc could have cheered. They were getting better, Ren was communicating his needs, not just bottling them up and hiding his mental injuries until they got too bad. They were making progress and Ren’s plan did sound amazing actually. It wouldn’t be a permanent claim as they were not Admins so they would have to clean up any builds after but spending a week with Ren alone sounded perfect. He was going to agree but Ren leaned in. “Well… we could take some toys with us, no one can hear us or walk in on us.” He growled in Doc’s ear and giggled playfully. Ren was already perking back up, his ears was unscrunching and he was licking at Doc’s jaw, as if Doc needed any more convincing. His pretty little Angel never feeling like he could just ask for something, always feeling like he needed to offer something in return. He would have to teach Ren that it wasn’t needed, that Ren could have things that he wanted, not barter for it.

Doc quickly nodded. “Sounds perfect. If a monster came by… No one is going to hear you scream Ren.” He winked and was rewarded with a bright red and pleased looking Ren. He hadn’t forgotten Ren’s tastes and he wanted to cheer the man up after dealing with Xisuma. He wanted desperately to show Ren how well they match, how Ren didn’t need Xisuma like that… Doc could provide. Nearly everything. Surely that would be enough? Doc hoped this time, for this one special thing, that he would finally be enough.

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Renbob took no convincing to just do that. Apparently he had seen Ren come back and was all too happy to give the pair some space on a world for a couple days. Apparently Renbob had made plans to see friends on their world for a bit, to protest a new Giga Corp factory opening and damaging the natural environment for profit. It would do Renbob some good, get some of that tension out. Doc was becoming an expert in spotting distress in canine hybrids and he could see it on Renbob already, the whale eyeing the man was doing, the slight shake of his hands and the way Renbob was smoking heavily, dragging hard on the blunt he held between two fingers while the other was picking at his claws. Hopefully the man would find the peace he craved. Or at least something to distract him for a while, Renbob deserved it.

Ren on the other hand was almost the opposite. It was a complete reverse of how the man was before. Instead of upset and skittish, Ren was excited, almost manic in his preparation for their trip. Ren had packed and repacked the bags they were going to take. Ren kept talking about how good it was going to be, and how much fun they were going to have. Doc was conflicted about it to be honest. It was good to see Ren in such a good mood and he didn’t want to upset Ren after Ren just bounced back but Doc could see the small signs of Ren not being right but didn’t want to address it. Maybe sometime alone would help Ren recover without Doc having to bring it up. He knew it wasn’t good but he selfishly didn’t want to be the cause of Ren’s upset. Not with Xisuma’s words going around Ren’s mind. It felt like it would be easy for Ren to think maybe Xisuma was right. So Doc bit his tongue and said nothing even to Renbob as he said goodbye to the pair and left them alone at last. Truly alone.

Doc turned to Ren was about to say something, maybe about where to set up camp because they were dropped off in a basic sunflower plains near a river, beautiful but lacking trees and other resources they would need, but instead Ren was stripping off before grabbing Doc’s lab coat labels and yanked Doc into a bruising kiss more fangs than lips. Doc should have stopped it but Ren needed him. He let Ren pull him down in the midst of the sunflowers. Ren didn’t care he was naked in the open, where anyone could see them, lying so happily under Doc, surrounded by crushed flowers. He looked so beautiful. Doc leaned in to nuzzle noses. “What do we have here?” He grumbled. “A pretty little thing, so eager aren’t you?” He growled, loving the way Ren giggled all pleased. “Shame… if you were to flee… I would have to hunt you down.” He suggested lightly, amused at the way Ren perked up. “But first we should make a shelter or something, somewhere to carry you back to and keep.” Doc tried to keep his head. It was all too easy for him to forget the basics, when Ren was looking at him like that.

Doc forced himself away from Ren, planning on at least getting the camp set up before they continued. It would suck if night fell and they hadn’t got around to making a safe spot to sleep. It amused Doc how Ren was a blur of frenzied productivity. He would have to remember that in future as Ren set up their camp in rapid fashion, still nude and half hard. With the right incentive Ren was like a machine, Doc had never seen him work so hard before. All for his cock. Doc did try to help Ren but mostly busied himself giving little growls watching Ren experience a full body shiver each time he did it. It wasn’t as if Ren wasn’t trying to get his own back, bending over and doing everything he could to be a cock tease. Thankfully for them both, the lean to shelter, dry storage and fire place was quickly set up and Doc found himself stripping down himself. He did force himself to stop at least for a moment. “Ren… You know you can tap out if you need it? I mean, we have the safe word.” He found himself checking, seeing the way Ren was twitchy. “I am happy just holding you close.” He told him truthfully. Doc wanted to make sure that Ren actually wanted this.

Ren looked back at him and sniffed hard. He removed his sun glasses and swiped at his eyes. “My dude. I appreciate it.” He told him softly. “I just want to get out of my head for a bit, I need you Doc in such a bad way. I want you to fuck me silly so all I can think of is how good your cock feels buried in me. I want to just be your Puppy, not Ren.” Ren told him quietly. “We can pretend while we are here, like I ain’t running from a head full of bad memories or a body covered in scars.” He whispered before Doc pulled him into a crushing hug. Hearing Ren admit what Doc already figured out was painful. Poor Ren. Doc could happily deck Xisuma. Making Ren doubt himself, and Doc’s help. He really could honestly punt the Admin in the void for messing his Puppy’s head up about this. He still didn’t get definite answers to what the man said but it must have been enough to make Ren feel bad for needing Doc.

Doc wanted nothing more than to bite down on Ren’s throat, giving in to that need in him, that want, but didn’t. Doc wondered if he was truly a monster, pulling Ren along when he couldn’t offer him a forever so Doc was keeping him from getting his forever from someone else. Xisuma? Doc held back his hisses and focused on stroking Ren’s back, feeling the way the man was melting into him. He traced over his scars softly feeling the rough bumps of scar tissue. Perhaps he could ask Scar for advice? Scar did have scars and would know what products might help Ren, maybe give Ren confidence to show himself off to someone else and get himself a proper mate. Xisuma? Doc sighed and tried to refocus on Ren, the man needed him. Doc tried to shove down the feral need washing through him.

Ren pulled away, face a little damp from tears. “Come on Doc baby, I need me some monster loving. I want you to go to town on me, make me all yours. Come catch me and drag me back to your bed and make me forget everything but you and your cock.” He asked so sweetly and needy that Doc felt a terrible awe inspiring rush of emotion wash through him. Ren really didn’t know how close he was to being bitten, because if Ren didn’t began to jog away after squirming out of Doc’s grasp, Doc would have given in and bit down claiming the man, detachment disorder or not, he would have dealt with the fall out after trying to bond the man. Instead Ren paused on the edge of their clearing and looked back at the stunned Doc with a smirk. “Come on Doc, come capture your prey.” He goaded and with a saucy flick of his tail, Ren headed off.

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Doc gave him a couple seconds before Doc made a move. He wanted to give Ren a proper chase. Doc slipped off his shoes and trousers, and for once turned off his cybernetic read outs off. Something in him was saying he should hunt Ren properly, no help, just him and his own abilities, his own skills. He should be able to track him down and make Ren submit to him otherwise he wouldn’t be worthy. It was odd not having a stream of information running in front of his eyes but he was soon distracted by trying to track Ren down. Tracking wasn’t his strongest suit. Even harder since it seemed Ren had put his clothes on again, masking his scent. He hadn’t played any of the PVP matches in a long time, so he could really feel how rusty he had gotten. He would have to work on that. He couldn’t be found lacking. Who knows when or who he would need to use those skills on… Xisuma? He made a mental note to get more practice in. He could add it to his work out. It was an added bonus that Ren really appreciated his more fit form. He had seen the bare hunger on Ren’s face when he worked out. He doubted that Xisuma who seemed to rely on his armour instead of his own strengths would get his Ren all flustered.

Doc might not have the same tracking ability Ren possessed, but Doc knew Ren. Doc spied the forest off to the left and immediately began heading that way. Ren would have looked for anywhere to hide, the plains didn’t offer much cover so the man would have headed straight for it. The dense forest was dim, only a few beams of dappled light managed to break through the thick canopy over head. It was perfect. The pine needles under foot made it hard to scent the man out. This was going to be a challenge and Doc revelled in it. His creeper side, one he usually ignored was excited and it took all his will power not to break out in eager hisses of excitement.

This was all new to him, letting that side of him free reign, and it was baser than Doc usually was. He could feel his cock harden at the thought of grabbing Ren and keeping him as his. His creeper side didn’t care that Ren was male, because all it kept giving him flashes of a… bred Ren, impossibly fat with young. Doc didn’t want children, didn’t think he could have children but his creeper side didn’t care… Doc had to admit the idea of Ren going around, so obviously claimed unable to even think of hiding the fact that Doc had him, came in him, filled him with seed was hot. Everyone like Xisuma, could see that Ren was Doc’s and that excited him. Doc let himself fantasise about it a little. Ren walking around Spawn, in front of everyone, so obviously Doc’s. He could already see the shocked expressions, the jealous ones… Xisuma? Because Doc got him first and Ren would be beautiful and so happy. Doc could very much imagine standing behind Ren, arms around him, hands on his stomach, letting everyone see them and know that Ren was Doc’s. He hissed lowly as he thought about Ren being unable to move from their bed, relying on Doc to care for him. Bring him food while wrapping him up in the softest of blankets. His Everything, relying on him and no one else and everyone knowing that. No one… Xisuma… would even think of taking Ren away from him.

His fantasies was cut short as he heard a branch snap up ahead. He chuckled quietly. He headed that way in a slow jog. He saw a flash of motion up ahead, a blur of brown fur exploding out from the bushes. Doc noticed quickly that Ren was running up hill… which wasn’t natural. Scared animals and people didn’t run up hill… it took more energy, it slowed them down, the ground was uneven so Doc stopped himself. Doc’s first instincts was to rush after him since his prey was close, slowed down and already worn out but something told him to hold back. His creeper side told him to hold on. Something wasn’t right. He listened to it and paused before ducking into tree hollow. Doc ignored the rough bark stabbing into his back. He held his breath as he heard more footsteps. His creeper side was telling him this was a perfect hiding spot, his natural greenness helping him blend in. It was probably that why Ren crept closer, his ears perked up, looking about and still not seeing Doc.

Doc reached out quickly and snagged Ren’s throat. It was moments like this, when he realised quite how big he was. The way Ren looked up at him, feeling him swallow under his grip was empowering. Ren broke out in deep growls and began to struggle in his grasp, grabbing Doc’s wrist trying to break his hold. Doc held on and stepped from the shadows to hiss lowly. He could see the way Ren was fighting back his happy tail wags as Doc dragged him to the tree. Doc moved his head closer, playing feral as he sniffed him. At least that awful prank book gave him some ideas which did thrill his creeper side. “Ripe.” Doc snarled in his ear, feeling Ren freeze under his grasp. Ren was so beautiful in his excitement, his eyes wide and his chest heaving. Doc could smell how needy Ren was, he didn’t need to look down to see the man’s length, already with his knot blooming, dripping through Ren's trousers. Doc knew that no one else could give Ren this, especially not Xisuma, the softly spoken Admin wouldn’t even know what to do with someone as special as Ren much less give Ren everything he needed and craved. He doubted tea and curry dates would scratch this feral need of Ren’s.

Doc pinned Ren by the throat to the tree, his other hand going to Ren’s cock, and in a slow milking squeeze, he coated his cybernetic hand in Ren’s precum and smeared it over Ren’s face, letting the man smell how much he wanted this, how much he needed Doc. He might be growling and fighting Doc’s grip but he still wanted to be Doc’s. He just had to learn his place. Doc hissed lowly and pressed between Ren’s thighs, spreading his legs wide around Doc’s waist unable to close his legs exposing himself. Ren was now begging softly. “Please, don’t… Fuck… Let me go!” He begged all while his tail gave jerks as if it kept wagging and Ren had to remind himself to hold it back, to play unwilling. Doc didn’t hear their safe word so he didn’t stop.

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Doc rutted a couple times, conflicted on if to fuck Ren hard against the tree right here, or on the ground or a lovely third option of taking him back to their base and using the bedrolls they had laid out. Each had their advantages. Doc grumbled lowly as he tried to think, it was hard with Ren rutting against him like that. The man may have been playing unwilling but his body still craved Doc’s touch, bucking and grinding against him like the needy thing he was. It was reassuring that Ren needed him that much, it wasn’t Xisuma he was rubbing against.. He growled lowly, feeling Ren still against him. He made up his mind. His Puppy could get the first round ploughed into the dirt like the slut he was playing at. Doc placed Ren down with a snarl as the man made moves to try to escape him, Ren on all fours, scrambling across the mossy floor trying to get purchase.

Doc reached out with his metal hand and snagged his ankle, pulling him back harshly, watching the man flail and fall first into the ground, scrambling at it, claws digging into the soft soil under him trying to escape Doc and his fate. Doc held tight and pulled him easily back under him. “No escape.” He hissed lowly, watching Ren break out into full body shivers and bucks. He was doing that. Unless Ren developed a kink for slimes or something else, no one else could give Ren that but him especially not Xisuma. He grabbed Ren’s hips and yanked him up, getting him on all fours, tail high on his back. Doc should have helped Ren take off his trousers but Doc didn’t care to. He grabbed the waistband of it and yanked them down quickly along with Ren’s boxers.

Doc smirked to himself as he saw the dribble of clear lube drip from the man. So that was why Ren headed to the bathroom last minute despite them close to landing. Ren wanted to prep himself to make this even better. He should have known better. Ren was all about the story and lore, and having to explain why a monster cared about lube would have broke the flow. Doc leaned down and played the mindless monster, whuffling at Ren’s hole and balls. He could feel the man shiver as Doc growled lowly, blowing air over them as he played feral. He bit Ren’s cheek making Ren yip and buck forwards. It was beautiful how turned on the man was, he could see why Etho told him that he should find himself a monster fucker. He doubted that any in that club would have held a candle to his Puppy but still. He pressed a kiss to the bite mark knowing that without a healing potion Ren would be feeling that for a while. He growled lowly again. “Ripe.” He declared and Ren let out a choked noise.

“Oh god dude, fuck. Okay yeah that’s uh… a new kink for me unlocked. Fuck man…” Ren mumbled almost to himself. It was obvious that Ren had just realised what Doc’s lore was for this game they were playing and even better Ren seemingly found himself liking the idea. It pleased Doc in a way to know that Ren was into it too. It meant it was less odd because he knew there was a water bucket’s chance in the Nether that he would be able to breed Ren but if they both was pretending then it was less odd. Doc snarled lowly at Ren before mounting him. That was the only way Doc could describe, climbing on top of the man, pushing him face first into the mossy floor, using his weight to pin him down while his cock dribbled everywhere marking the man with his pre-cum as he blindly thrust against him as if he didn’t know any better. He wanted to so badly see how he was leaving slick trails over Ren’s fur as he arched against him.

Ren let out soft little noises as Doc’s cock slid between his cheeks, over his balls and between his thighs. It was teasing them both, driving them mad with anticipation until finally Ren pushed a little back and Doc’s cock head caught on his rim. The pair both froze for a second and Doc growled softly at the feeling of Ren’s hole flutter against his tip, as if it was trying to suck his cock in, or kiss it. He growled lowly and pushed forwards a little bit, feeling the muscle give slowly and Doc sank into his body, centimetre by centimetre, dragging it out and driving them both mad with the pleasure. This wasn’t their usual fucking, this was something else. Doc never felt so damn primal in this moment, so connected to his creeper side. He hissed lowly as he buried himself perfectly into him, his hips flush against Ren’s behind. Ren made a choking gasp. “Oh fuck please don’t! You… You are too big!” He gasped even as his tail wagged frantically in his joy. “Fuck, so good.” He moaned softly before yipping as if he caught what he just admitted.

Doc finally shifted his weight, pressing into Ren with a snarl. He didn’t leave his body as he slowly dragged his cock out, feeling the way Ren fluttered around him. He slammed back in hard, setting a frantic pace, not caring as Ren was pressed into the dirt, the way Doc clawed at Ren’s sides keeping him pressed down, the bruises he was leaving on him. Doc’s creeper side was more than happy with this, the hissing noises telling him to bite and claim his Everything. It would be so easy, just turn his head and bite. His creeper side was telling him how good Ren would be, how good the man took them, Ren let him groom him, feed him and mate him… it was obvious that Ren was to be their Everything. Doc just had to bite him and claim what what his before someone else did like Xisuma.

Ren broke him out of his thoughts as he sloppily rocked back, grinding against Doc as he came with a howl. Doc hissed loudly as Ren began sobbing as Doc didn’t let up. He ground into him, rubbing that sweet spot in him. “More.” He demanded from as Ren struggled a little under him, trying to escape the pleasure Doc was forcing on him. Doc snarled and gave in a little to his instincts and bit down on Ren’s shirt collar, holding him down and in place to take each of his thrusts so good, have him gasping and crying out as Doc finally came, mouth full of shirt, muffling his groan of Ren’s name.

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Doc was curled up around Ren, his head on his chest, letting Doc run his fingers down Ren’s fluffy ears. “Baby.” He whispered so softly, that only Ren’s twitching ears told him that he heard him. “Babydoll.” Doc tried which made Ren giggle and Doc to smile. Doc leaned down to press soft kisses to his forehead. He couldn’t stop touching Ren. “Darling.” He muttered, taking in Ren’s lazily pleased smile. Doc loved the way Ren just soaked up the endearments, each soft word made his tail flick back and forth betraying the man’s joy. “Sweetheart.” Doc told him so sweetly. “Mine.” He found himself declaring, going wide eyed from the slip. He didn’t mean to say that. It felt like stepping on a crack or walking under some scaffolding. He didn’t want to risk it, what if Ren turned around and told him that he wasn’t or worse than awful awkward silence that Doc knew meant that he had said the wrong thing, but didn’t know what. His entire body tensed and he found himself holding his breath as he waited for Ren’s reply, he didn’t reply to the other endearments so why would Ren answer this one? Doc found himself overthinking and trying to give himself an out in case Ren just didn’t reply.

Doc opened one eye, he didn’t realised he had closed to see Ren hovering above him before the dog hybrid lowered himself down to kiss Doc on the mouth. A slow sweet kiss which left his lips tingling and his breath hitched again. He watched Ren pull away, eyes dark with emotion. Emotions which Doc couldn’t understand but he was apparently invoking it. Ren gave him a lazy pleased smile. “Doc my dude. Always.” He told him quietly and lowered himself down to lie against Doc’s chest. Doc had no idea how he could relax like that, as he was sure that his heart was thundering in his ribcage. He wrapped his arms around Ren and held him close as he finally found himself relaxing. Ren was his, always. Not Xisuma’s. He reminded himself before closing his eyes and let himself drift off. Thankfully he had gotten them back to their little shelter in time to sleep after the session earlier. It was so tempting to just bed down in the tree but Doc knew his back wouldn’t thank him for a night curled up in a stump.

Doc woke up alone and grumbled. He stayed in bed a little bit hoping Ren was going to come back, just gone to piss or something. He sighed as he realised that Ren still hadn’t come back and it was now worrying Doc. He got up, shuffling out of the shelter to see it was dark still. Dawn had yet to even colour the skies yet. He blinked a couple times, letting his night vision kick in and his brain to adjust as he tried to look for Ren in the gloom. His eyes managed to pick out the familiar shape of Ren sitting on the log, staring into the dying embers of their campfire. Doc grabbed his lab coat and shuffled over, draping the fabric around Ren’s shoulders making the man jump. He could see the way Ren was shivering and how eagerly he clutched at the fabric drawing it around him as Ren realised how cold he had gotten. Doc sat down heavily next to Ren on the log, not quite touching but enough to be there for the man. It was obvious Ren had woken up during the night, from a nightmare or something and came out to chase away the demons. Ren mumbled lowly. “Thank you.” He finally spoke up, voice hoarse and sounding so far away… hopefully not so far that Doc couldn’t bring him back. Doc hadn’t lost him yet, and it was a record he was going to try his best never to lose, no matter the cost.

Doc nodded and stayed silent, staring up at the expanse of stars above them. Each of the stars a sun, lighting up worlds unknown, planets full of builders and redstoners, people just like them. People who will wake up and live their lives, and one day pass on without knowing anything about DocM77 and his doomed love for RenDog. Maybe one day there will be poems and novels written about it. He had a feeling the writers and playwrights would love this sort of thing but that would involve telling someone all of this and Doc knew he was never going to tell anyone about this. If Ren knew how broken he was, he knew Ren would lie to himself, and probably the fool would stay with Doc his entire life, never getting his true mate, getting his bond and die resenting Doc on some subconscious level that he wasn’t even aware of or worse, Ren would find someone and move on, and every moment of Doc’s life would be thinking about he missed Ren. He would pretend to be happy for Ren. Even turn up to his bonding ceremony but on those long evenings locked away in his lab, when he was all alone in his base, Doc knew he would grieve. A keen loss forever echoing through his life. In his mind his life was now in two halves, before Ren and one sad day, no doubt soon if Xisuma got his way, after Ren. Doc was dreading it, it seemed so inevitable. One day all he loved and held dear was going to tell him that he wasn’t enough and that would be it. Ren gone.

Ren broke through his melancholy and stood up, taking Doc’s bigger hand in his. His metal hand even and pulled Doc to his feet. “Come on big guy, let’s go back to bed. I don’t think the stars are going to magically spell out what I need to know my dude. I should know, I been gazing at them for years.” Ren told him softly, tugging the still silent Doc to their bed. Doc was helpless not to follow. Ren may say that he was always Doc’s but Doc knew that it was more like he was always be Ren’s. Ren maybe able to move on from Doc but Doc knew Ren would be his only one. Something in him knew that, as much as he knew the comparator strength of any of the music discs. Doc bedded down with Ren, letting the man snuggle up to him, a cold hand on his chest, over his heart as Doc stayed awake, staring at something much like the stars from earlier. Something so familiar, so beautiful yet not his.

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Doc though he knew the constants of the universe around him. 3 bottles to a cauldron, 24,000 ticks to a day, 12 blocks to a piston push. It was measurable and set and between the Hivemind and his knowledge he could work out everything but then came Ren. Ren with his easy smile, his story telling, his Everything… and Doc found himself scrambling for answers. What was once toil and grind days was now lazing half dressed in a flower patch, letting the sunlight warm their fur as they recovered from another session. This time Ren had been in Doc’s lap, all pretty and needy and Doc gave everything to the man for him. His heart, his words whispered painfully and muffled against his shoulder, his cock. It was all Ren’s, for him and about him and how Ren took it so well. He was beautiful and perfect and Doc couldn’t blame himself for it any more. How could he? He certainly couldn’t blame Ren for being Ren, for being perfect and so damn good. All Doc could do was hold on for the ride as long as it lasted.

Doc was thankful they had at least managed to get their trousers on, as this unclaimed world wasn’t uninhabited as after even more lazy kisses, Ren’s ears swivelled and Doc’s heart both broke and leaped as the man scrambled to pull on a shirt to hide his scars, yet didn’t pull away from Doc. The scars still bothered the man but being seen in Doc’s grasp wasn’t embarrassing and Doc wasn’t something to hide. Doc kept a grip on Ren. His bio arm looped lazily around his waist while his cybernetic arm was free. While Doc was better with his bio arm, the cybernetics tended to put people off and sometimes you didn’t have to win every fight, if you avoided most of them. The whiff of fear off Ren changed that. Doc didn’t like the acidic bitter, frankly wrong smell coming off the man. It was wrong and made something inhuman inside of him twist angrily. He found himself hackles up, hackles he didn’t know he had as he hissed lowly. Apparently the noise was enough to stop the footsteps. The treeline had hidden whoever had been approaching from sight but broadcasted their loud steps through the dead leaves on the ground. Ren pinned his ears back and whispered so quietly, he might have mouthed instead. “People. Two. Hybrids.”

It was no surprise to Doc that Ren was correct as from the forest edge stepped out two people. Another canine hybrid but he couldn’t make out the breed and something that Doc had not seen before in person. A phantom hybrid. Their skin was a slightly blue, their eyes that green colour. They even had a pair of wings. The two were clutching each other as they looked equally as shocked and worried to see a creeper goat hybrid and a canine hybrid looking back at them. Doc didn’t know the etiquette for this, and decided that Ren could lead the situation. He could see the way the other canine hybrid was perking up, tilting his throat up showing off a recent bonding bite. It was now obvious that they were like Ren and Doc, getting a few days to themselves maybe. Ren spoke up. “Like hi my dudes, if we are on your patch we can move off?” Ren asked quietly, ears coming forwards and his body untensing, canine hybrid for relaxed and not angry. It was Ren quietly telling the other canine that he wasn’t upset, or aggressive, just neutral. Doc wondered to himself how many ‘conversations’ he had missed by not knowing body language. It seemed a lot, because the canines was talking without talking. It was only his own research that let him in on the nuances of their gestures.

Doc felt himself relax a little as he realised the pair was bonded. Ren was safe. He shook his head of the strange thoughts. His creeper side had been a little vocal lately about instincts and he just put it down to all the sex. He could see the bite on the canine hybrid’s throat. It was a ‘proud’ bite. Positioned high on his throat so anyone can see it. Doc found himself reaching up to brush the same spot on Ren’s throat, it would be beautiful. Doc might have been looking up bite meanings… just for reasons. He hadn’t realised that there was cultural significance to bite placement. A bite wasn’t just a bite when it came to bonding. A high bite on the neck was considered flashy, showing off and overt. It was a sign of passion and apparently wasn’t done amongst the higher classes in the past. While a shoulder bite was a sign of stability, more for older couples meaning they were going to help each other. Doc was stuck, if he could bond, if Ren for some reason was mad enough to let him, where would he just leave his mark. Of course if Ren had an idea, Doc would bow down to his wish but Doc was thinking maybe high on his neck. Somewhere proud and open, but the shoulder one was more accurate for who they were. The way they leaned on each other, the way they needed each other, helped each other, was there for each other. Maybe two bites? He didn’t know if you could give two bonding bites but in this lovely dream he was willing to try.

Doc’s thoughts was cut off by the phantom hybrid speaking slowly and carefully, hands up in a familiar gesture; one Doc had done when he met strangers. It was the ‘I am not here to hurt you’ gesture. “No, we are… just visiting.” He spoke with a slight hiss, probably due to the fangs he was doing his best to hide. “We can move on.” The man offered, looking at his partner. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable while the partner was puffed up, looking for a fight. It reminded him of Ren, so defensive and protective, it was sweet. It was heartbreaking seeing everything that Doc wanted and couldn’t have. The phantom hybrid slowly reached out to grasp the canine hybrid’s hand and squeezed it. “Darling, it is okay. We should move on.” He whispered, before shooting Doc and Ren a look, one of fear and resignation.

Doc spoke up quickly. “It is all good… We are just here…” He tried to think of anything to explain what they were doing? How could you explain that they were trying to get away from Ren’s nightmares, his chewing, his head full of bad memories and body covered in scars as much as they were trying to escape Doc’s own unsettledness, the way he couldn’t stop thinking about Xisuma and Ren and all the other things he should tell Ren but couldn’t because it would mean the end of what parody of a bonding they had. He should be stronger, he should call an end to all of this but he didn’t. He wasn’t that strong. No one could be that strong he didn’t think. It was just the way Ren was, the way his heart was. He might be able to replace his arm with cybernetics along with his eye, but he doubted he had the strength to replace his heart, or more likely his soul.

Ren spoke up, reaching down to entwine their fingers. Warm, fur and flesh entwined with cold, metal cybernetics. He couldn’t breath as Ren looked at the pair proud and lying through his teeth. “Oh we just bonded and well finding some alone time off world. Looks like you two are the same huh?”

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Doc should have stopped it. He really should have laughed it off, called it out as a joke or something but he didn’t. He instead buried his face against Ren’s neck playing the fiercely protective of a recently bonded, even though everything in him was screaming to bite down or pull away but instead Doc just held on, feeling like he was going mad as he forced himself to stay. It was a vicious sick game he was playing with himself. It was like taking a spoonful of magma cream and holding it for as long as possible in your mouth. Except he wasn’t drunk and there was nothing on the line, no pride, no stupid bet, just his heart and he knew that was worthless.

The other canine hybrid visibly relaxed. “Oh thank the voids.” He sighed, flopping down in front of them relaxing easily. “Harvey, it is okay. They are good.” He told his partner easily, but it didn’t seem to calm the phantom hybrid down as he stayed standing up and looking at them uneasily. Harvey kept himself away a little, watching them cautiously. “Canine hybrid bonking hostile mob hybrids solidarity.” The canine hybrid giggled. “That’s basically mean we are best friends now I mean there is what 3 of us in the world so we better be friends. We should have a group chat or endangered status.”

With that Harvey rolled his eyes. “Charlie… you are honestly too trusting.” He sighed but still approached and joined Harvey. He joined him in the grass and pulled him into his lap, giving him a kiss. “What if these guys are fur traders?” He asked quietly. “You never know what people are like and you know I would be devastated if anything happened to you.” He whispered softly. Everything this man did was quiet and careful, and Doc couldn’t help but take a good look at the hybrid. He could see the faint scales on his skin, the fangs in his mouth, the leathery wings. Doc hadn’t seen a phantom hybrid before much less this close. It was obvious what the man was, there was no code restrictors in play and Doc could respect that.

Ren spoke up snorting. “We are definitely not fur traders. We are just like you. Exploring the space between worlds. Our… uh Admin is still sorting out another world for us so we got some free time.” He told them and looked up at Doc. “Isn’t that right my mate?” He asked before pressing a kiss to Doc’s cheek and placed his hand on Doc’s arm, squeezing it. Doc looked down and couldn’t help it. People was watching…. He shouldn’t but he gave in and pressed a light kiss to Ren’s lips. Ren did say they were bonded and Doc was just doing his best to follow along. Bonded people kissed so therefore Doc could give Ren all the kisses.

Doc pulled away with a happy smile, Ren had kissed back, looking so damn pleased and flushed. “Whatever you say my Everything.” Doc told him quietly, playing devoted mate which was so damn natural to him, it wasn’t really acting. It was just how he was with Ren. He knew that when he met up with the others, he was going to get absolutely slated by the others in the NHO. Bdubs in particularly was going to make fun of him. Bdubs had before made fun of Doc on a few occasions for hanging out with Ren. Bdubs had called Ren a nerd since he wasn’t part of the NHO. Doc had always defended Ren, since Ren was pretty cool but Doc knew he wasn’t going to take it in the next world. He had a feeling Bdubs was going to have to learn to keep his mouth shut about the man or he would be picking his jaw off the floor. Doc was done with just jokes now. He was pretty sure Bdubs wasn’t an arsehole but some people had that thing where they would act like a dick until they got called out for it, in which case they were always ‘just joking’ like some Schrodinger's arsehole.

Charlie grinned at the pair, his tail swishing back and forth as he watched them interact. “See Harvey! They are friendly and we are safe. I told you that there is nice people around, we just had some bad luck recently.” He sighed, the happy go lucky smile coming off his face, his ears pinning back in distress. Harvey immediately pressed kisses to his head making Charlie smile hesitantly again. He broke into happy familiar smiles and giggles as the stoic shy Harvey peppered noisy kisses to Charlie's head and ears until he broke into happy wiggles and giggles. Doc found himself liking the phantom hybrid now. It was obvious that the man was a devoted partner to his hybrid, putting aside everything to make the man happy and Doc could definitely respect that.

Harvey sighed fondly and Doc knew exactly what he was feeling. Harvey gave the canine hybrid a soft smile. “You softie.” He complained, in a voice which told Doc that this was something he had said often to the man. “Not everyone is as friendly as you are.” He told him, the lines around his eyes forming, telling Doc that they must have had some rough moments recently.
Charlie nuzzled up to his bonded. “I know but I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. Look I found the love of my life being friendly to everyone…” He pointed out before kissing the hybrid. “So you know, if I didn’t be the way I was, then we wouldn’t have met. And you fell in love with the way I was so in my opinion, this is the best way to be I was?” The man ended up saying nonsense and it made Doc question if that was just a canine hybrid thing.

Harvey, obviously was well versed in dealing with him because he just nodded. He turned to Ren and Doc, smiling now. “Sorry about that.” He sighed. “I am Harvey and this is Charlie.” He introduced them shaking his head jokingly as Charlie giggled away.

Doc grinned back. “I am Doc and this is Ren.” He found himself smiling. It was nice to have company in a way, safe company who didn’t know their lives or struggles. Doc could do this. He could be social especially as Ren immediately began chatting to Charlie about everything leaving Doc staring at Harvey blankly, trying to think of topics to talk about which wasn’t Ren. “You want whiskey?” He offered in the end. He had stashed a bottle in his bag before leaving the ship and figured the man could do with a drink.

The phantom hybrid let out a relieved noise. “Oh yes please.” He immediately and gratefully accepted as the pair of canine hybrids in their laps giggled and chattered a million words a minute.

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Doc was still cautious so he didn’t get too drunk, just a little tipsy unlike Ren and Charlie who both was more than a little drunk now. Harvey was much like himself and Doc passed the bottle over for the man to swig from. When Doc did that the first time Harvey gave him a strange look. Doc shrugged. “I don’t have a cup, we can share? I don’t have any illnesses.” He quickly assured the man. “Besides it is alcohol, it is self disinfecting in a way?” He pointed out and held the bottle out. It was no skin off his back if the phantom hybrid didn’t want any whiskey because they didn’t have a cup, Ren was more than happy to drink it and so was Charlie, so if Harvey didn’t want any, there more than enough people who was happy to drink it.

Harvey took it and gave Doc a side glance. “I am a phantom hybrid Doc. You know?” He hesitantly uncapped the bottle, confusing Doc even more so. Did phantoms hybrids don’t drink? Or was there another reason behind the man’s hesitancy? Maybe it was cultural? Or an intolerance to alcohol like Ren with chocolate? Was Doc being a dick by offering the man the drink even though he was trying to be kind and the man already accepted the drink. Finally Harvey seemed to realise that Doc was confused still and he chuckled. “People think we produce poison from our fangs.” He admitted sighing. “I mean we don’t and we don’t steal souls.” He rushed out, his voice tainted with a little repressed anger.

Doc couldn’t believe the bullshit people would make up about hybrids. It didn’t even make sense, phantoms didn’t make poison so why would a hybrid have poisonous fangs then. Doc tilted his head looking at Harvey and nodded. “Yeah people are stupid.” He confirmed as he settled back against the tree behind him. He squeezed Ren’s hips. “Present company excluded, of course.” Doc told them easily enough. He was a little tipsy, had a lapful of Ren, a stomach full of whiskey and nothing planned for a few days except for seeing how many times he could make Ren cry from over stimulation. “There is little nutritional benefit from souls. Sweetmeats.” He declared decisively. “That’s where the benefits are. The inner organs are the best for that sort of thing.”

“Spinal fluid and brain to be honest might be good too. It depends if you can make your own amnio acids or not?” Harvey commented after swigging some whiskey. “If not, well spinal fluids and brain juice has got you covered. Why is it always souls? I would be more scared if someone went. ‘I am going to extract your cerebral fluids’ than if they went. ‘I want your soul.’” He complained passing the bottle back to Doc who took a healthy swallow of it. “What would I even do with souls? I mean there is like soul lanterns but that isn’t actually run on souls I don’t think.” He finished grumpy.

Doc realised the two canine hybrids had fallen silent and instead was watching them with the biggest grins on their faces. He coloured red along with Harvey. “Reeeeeen.” He dragged his name out embarrassed now as Ren propped his head up on one hand to watch him with a such a happy grin on his face. “You know how I feel about people thinking I eat souls.” He complained before giggling. It was such a silly thing to be upset over but it was an issue he had. He resourced to kissing Ren since then Ren couldn’t see his flushed cheeks and he couldn’t see the amused look Ren was giving him.

Doc pulled away eventually, needing to breathe. Ren touched his swollen lips and giggled again. “Was that you trying to extract my soul because I think you did my dude.” He teased giving Doc a satisfied look. He puffed up proud as he looked down at Ren. Ren sighed contentedly obviously happy and Doc knew he was doing good. If only Ren could be like this forever. Happy and relaxed and safe… stupid Xisuma with his lies, filling his Ren’s head up with bullshit. Doc knew he was going to have words with the Admin later because the man had crossed some lines and Doc wasn’t going to let that happen again.

Charlie spoke up sounding amused. “Why don’t we go back to our for dinner and more drink. I got some mead I figure it ready to air out.” He suggested, reaching down to grasp Harvey’s hand. “Come on darling, it is getting late and you made pie…” He told Harvey, almost pleading. Canine hybrids was pretty social animals and Charlie looked like he wanted company. Doc didn’t have to look down to see Ren was pretty much the same, giving him a pleading look. Doc wasn’t known for being too social but what Ren wanted, Ren got so Doc grinned back at him. He knew that they were going to go anyway, Charlie was pretty excited about having guests and Harvey was much like himself, devoted to their canine hybrid so Doc knew the man was going to give in at some point.

Harvey knew it to and met Doc’s eyes and sighed. “We have a little farm house we made…” He finally spoke up. “You two want to come see it? I made pie if you would like a slice?” Harvey offered before gruffly laughing. “No souls or cerebral fluids included so you have to get your amino acids from some where else.” He joked getting up and shaking his head at how Charlie was pretty much bouncing up and down, tail wagging frantically back and forth in his joy. It reminded Doc so much of Ren. He couldn’t help but squeeze his own dog man.

Ren got up and grabbed Doc’s hand. “Sounds brilliant!” He told them as he pretty much dragged Doc behind him off following the other couple. Doc could have kept up but it was more fun seeing Ren so excited and huff annoyed than it was to walk normally.

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Doc might be a little tipsy from the whiskey but something was screaming at him as he looked up at the farmhouse. The little home was plain and small by their Hermit standards but it was obviously well loved. It was made from dark oak with copper roof, aged dark green. Out front was a neat garden with a small chicken pen tucked away next to an established pumpkin patch. Doc paused outside the fence line and looked over, wondering what was his instincts telling him. He didn’t know… It wasn’t scary but something was odd or rather off about this. Which was weird as this was nothing more than a rustic cottage with it’s worn wooden door, the paint peeling. Doc had flew over the void of the End and the lava pools of the Nether, and neither bothered him much so why was this well worn cottage freaking him out?

Ren paused with him, reaching out to grasp Doc’s hand. He moved closer to press a kiss to Doc’s cheek but paused to whisper. “I think they are world squatters.” And with that Doc felt himself relax. World squatters were just people who had made their home in an unclaimed planet. Technically only Admin could claim a planet so if you didn’t have an Admin, you were classed as worldless. Most people either worked on corporation worlds or paid for a private business one if they didn’t have a direct Admin. Being worldless had a bit of a stigma to it and Doc was very surprised to find he wasn’t above it. He hadn’t met a worldless before which wasn’t… off. Charlie and Harvey did seem pretty nice, and he was thankful it was something like this setting off his senses since it was obvious the pair had been living here longer than the legal month now Ren pointed it out.

Charlie looked back at them nervously, obviously realising they were caught. “Um this is our place?” The dogman curled into himself, ear scrunching to his skull and his tail falling down between his legs, stilling. He grabbed his own arm and scratched at his wrist in a painfully familiar way. Harvey was immediately at his side, pulling the man to him, and stilling his hand before those claws did actual damage to the man. Harvey held himself tall, looking at the pair in an obviously challenging way, daring them to say something about their home and life. The quiet man’s eyes glowing in the dim light of the evening. The sun had began to set behind them, framing the pair against their illegal home in the fading light, strong, defiant and together and Doc loved them for it.

Ren grinned up at them, moving to look at the farmhouse. “Well it is lovely dudes. You obviously built this out of love.” He told them and with those kind words, Charlie stopped trying to bury his face into Harvey’s chest and looked over at them relaxing slowly. Doc could see the way his tail swished back and forth, showing that Charlie’s joy at the compliment. Ren walked through the gate and looked about again. “I love what you did with the roofline.” He pointed out. “I mean you got an eye for shapes man.” Ren, his kind lovely Ren managed to calm everyone down, so damn easily. “You wanna show me around the place because damn this is one pretty home.”

Charlie stepped away from Harvey and gave them a shy smile. “Thank you.” He dipped his head all shy but proud. “I try. I am not a builder but I tried you know a few tricks I saw online to make it work.” He grinned widely, perking up massively. “It isn’t much but it is our home you know… just a little place for us.” He pointed out a dormer window on the roofline. “I… I spent like a month building that. I tore it out so much times, that Harvey was gonna leave me if I tried it one more time but I got it right.” He preened to Harvey’s laughter. “He wasn’t going to leave me honestly but I have no idea how some of those builders online manage it though. At least building it easier than redstone.”

Harvey chuckled. “I don’t know, give me redstone over a gradient scale any day.” Harvey grabbed Charlie’s hand. “Sometimes I listen to you and it just confuses me, I mean redstone either works or not, it is not like a roof gives me the wrong output if I don’t get the shape right. I mean I am sure someone like Etho could program something like that but I am not the King of Redstone.” He told them ruefully.
Ren lit up at that. “Oh an Etho fan boy? Just like our Doc here. Doc is one of Etho’s biggest fans.” He teased winking at Doc. “Ain’t you baby? Followed his work for years! Everything Doc ever learnt about redstone came from Etho.” He chuckled as he leaned into kiss Doc’s cheek. Doc turned bright red. It was a little bit true and Doc can’t deny it. He grumbled softly and squeezed Ren close.

Harvey laughed loudly. “Hey there is no shame in that. Etho is a redstone legend you know?” He opened their front door. He held it open for them to walk in. “Who isn’t an Etho fanboy you know? There is no shame for being so. He is a god amongst us all.” He grinned. “You saw that hopper clock he made? I still try to wrap my head around it but I don’t know.” He admitted quietly. “How do you even come up with those sorts of ideas!” He declared as Doc and Ren joined him in the open plan kitchen and living room.

Charlie laughed. “Oh no you started him on his precious Etho. At this rate, I am pretty sure we only bonded because Etho isn’t around.” He rolled his eyes and nudged Harvey in the ribs. “I have no pretence that this guy wouldn’t leave me in a heart beat for him.” He told them to Harvey’s protests.

Doc felt something cold wash through him as he realised that very much was likely for Doc and he grabbed Ren around the waist and pulled him close, nuzzling at his ears almost pathologically, trying to soothe himself. He hissed lowly as he was reminded very roughly that they weren’t bonded and that Ren could very much run away with Etho.

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Doc let go of Ren as Ren turned around in his grip. “Doc my dude, I wouldn’t ever leave you for Etho. Bdubs would murder me and besides everyone reckons he is ugly under the mask.” Ren told him so sweetly, nuzzling noses with him. “You think I would get a downgrade from a Doc to an Etho?” He asked quietly, cupping Doc’s jaw and soothing the ragged jealousness in Doc. Doc hissed lowly at him as he pressed into his touch. He could feel himself calm down, it was just that Etho was a better redstoner than him and the idea that someone else could out compete himself in something which he prided himself in. Ren giggled pleased. “See all yours Doc.”

Doc nodded and sighed as he calmed down. Ren was his. Ren was safe. Doc was being silly. It was just him being protective of Ren. Etho was… flighty at times. Always wanting to go off and do his own thing. Ren deserved someone who would be there. No matter what was going on and he could see Etho getting distracted with his own projects and leave poor Ren alone. Doc wondered if the idea of finding an abandoned Ren all alone and needy and giving him what he wanted, was a new kink because something hot and needy washed through him at the idea. Doc knew he needed to book his flight into the void because he really shouldn’t be thinking about cucking his friend, stealing away Ren and making him beg for Doc, just him only him. “Always.” He mumbled gently.

Charlie broke into their moment with a dropped plate and a swear. “Oh voids sorry guys!” He apologised as he picked up the broken pieces. “I didn’t mean… damn sorry right so Harvey? Pie?” He asked flustered and blustering. He rushed to his pantry and opened the door. “Okay so I brewed some home-brew wine. I am not sure about taste but it is pretty strong, I mean it almost knocked my fur off.” He joked and pulled out a couple bottles. “I think these are proofed enough to drink.” He told them and walked over to plonk them down on the table. “I am not a very good brewer but I tried and as long as it is strong who cares.”

Harvey walked over and placed an enormous pie down on the table. The pie was obviously made with more love than skill. The top was lumpy and charred in one corner, the pastry had been stretched too thin in some areas and the filling had bubbled through and stained the top. It looked like apple and spices maybe? Doc figured pie was like sex even bad, it was still pretty good and it filled a hole. He accepted a plate full of pie and a glass of home brewed wine. Harvey grinned proud though at their home made dinner and sat down with his own. “Charlie, this is delicious.” He told his bonded, lifting his glass up. “Honestly, handsome I can see but culinary skilled?” He cooed shamelessly and Charlie ate it up, bright red and tail wagging. “I am such a lucky man.” Harvey told him.

Charlie grinned and held his own cup. “No, I am the lucky one. You are worth more than any world or Admin.” He told him so softly that Doc knew that there was a story behind his words. The canine hybrid was more than a little drunk, his ears all perked up and his tail flicking back and forth in jerky motions. Doc was curious now, these world squatters wasn’t always world squatters. They or at least Charlie had a world or an Admin at some point, one he gave up for Harvey. “And I don’t regret it for a single tick. I would do it again. I have no pack other than you.” Charlie swiped at his eyes. “Sorry Doc, Ren. I get a little soft when I drink.” He lowered his drink.

Harvey smiled fondly at him before getting up and kissing his head. “I love you.” He told him simply. “I don’t know what I did to make such a wonderful man to fall in love with me but I am not stupid enough to waste such love.” He told him devotedly. “I love you more than you will ever know. I am sorry my love came at such a cost but I am too selfish to tell you that I am not worth it.” He pulled away to reseat himself. “Sorry guys you know how it is…” He looked at them a little guarded. “Or maybe not?” He commented lightly. “Do… do you have a full time world?” He asked quietly.

Doc coughed around his strong brewed wine. “Yes. We do actually. We are just in between world claims and travelling the long way.” He told them truthfully before realising he had admitted to lying to them before. “I mean along with our bonding thing.” He blurted out realising he had to fix it. Charlie was right about the wine. It was strong, after the first cupful he didn’t taste the vaguely rotten taste. He put the cup down realising he should keep his brain a little sharp because Ren was very drunk.

Charlie sighed and used his finger to trace the top of his glass. “That is something I do miss. A new world to explore, make your mark on. I mean we been on this world for a year now, and we should really move on. You found us which means others can find us.” He commented, looking around a little worried now.

Ren spoke up. “Why don’t you go your pack lands? What pack are you from?” Ren asked sounding more than a little drunk, his voice slurring softly. He put his cup down heavily, sloshing wine over the side. “I mean you should have had at least a couple planets from the settlement?” He nodded, grabbing a napkin and trying to mop the wine back up. “We got a few alpha worlds and stuff not much but it was never going to be enough to pay us back but it is something?”

Charlie drooped even more before breaking out in caninese. At least it was some version of it because unlike Ren and Renbob’s almost sing song way of speaking it, Charlie was more rough and guttural. Maybe it was a different dialect? Or sublanguage? He didn’t know but Ren understood enough to respond. Doc turned back to his wine, figuring Ren would know what to do.

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The two canine hybrids was super drunk and was holding each other while talking in caninese and Doc decided to leave them to it. Doc turned to Harvey who was looking as lost as he was in this situation. “So… Hopper clocks?” Doc offered up not sure what to say really. “If you have some redstone I could show you how to do them?” He suggested figuring that if Ren needed him, he could get him. He wasn’t certain what the canine hybrids was talking about, it looked intense and emotional and Doc felt a bit useless.

Harvey looked lost and nodded at Doc. “Yeah let’s uh do some redstone.” He got up. “Um Charlie. If you need us, we are going to the workshop.” He told him and approached slowly to pat the man on the head. “You guys are having a moment?” He looked as lost as Doc felt.

Charlie lifted his head up from Ren’s shoulder. “Yeah, we are having a silly canine hybrid moment you go play with your hoppers with Doc. We are going to get royally drunk and complain about you in a different language.” He told him with a watery smile and that was when Doc knew everything was going to be okay. “I love you.” Charlie told Harvey after a moment. “I am ever so lucky to have you.”

Harvey pressed a kiss to Charlie’s forehead. “You are stealing my words and my heart.” He told him ever so sweetly. Doc knew how Ren had softened him, it was obvious that Harvey was very much the same with Charlie. Maybe it was just how canine hybrids were? Their endless happiness and capacity to love and adapt? Doc didn’t know. He just knew they made up some of the best people in his life. Renbob was pack, family, friend now. “If you need me just shout yeah?” He told him dithering around until Charlie smacked Harvey’s behind.

“Be off with you, we will be okay.” Charlie laughed and wiped his eyes. “Ren is gonna keep me company and maybe Doc can finally show you how to do that locking hopper design you been trying to get right for ages.” He told him softly. “We will be okay.” His voice became firm and Harvey nodded, reassured by his words.

Doc walked out with Harvey into the little back garden. It was a few raised garden beds and a shed down the bottom of the garden. “So this is your workshop?” Doc commented looking around at the small room. It had a few shelves stacked with some basic redstone stuff. It wasn’t much but he could see how Harvey was nervously picking at his claws, shooting Doc nervous looks, obviously wanting to impress Doc with his limited supplies. “It is good.” Doc told Harvey. It was for a small workshop. It was obvious the man had been doing his best in this small world, where they couldn’t do too much in fear of getting caught.

Harvey relaxed slowly. “Yeah?” He gave him a hesitant smile. “I mean I know it isn’t much, it took me forever to collect the quartz for the observers.” He proudly patted it. “They mostly work. Sometimes they double fire but I am hoping to use them for a bamboo farm or something one day, maybe the double trigger is good for something?” He set it up nervously, looking over at Doc for approval.

It felt odd being in this position. Every Hermit was pretty damn good with redstone, even the builders and non-redstoners so Doc was rarely around people struggling with a simple redstone. He tried to keep his face neutral and relaxed, knowing he could come across as aggressive and negative. “Maybe if you…” He reached out to grab a handful of redstone dust and lay another line. “You got some quasi block conductivity here…” He commented and pointed it out. “See you might not be getting a double trigger from the observers but instead because of this.” He replaced a few blocks and tilted his head. “Now to run the power more efficiently, I would change out some of this with target blocks.” He pointed the spot out, already imagining it in his mind, how to make it more efficient. It wouldn’t be that hard. “Now if you want…” He turned around to see Harvey staring at him wide eyed.

“Oh I just realised who you are.” Harvey commented. “You.. you are DocM77.” He rushed out bright red. “I thought… I thought you were familiar! I watched all your tutorials!” He gushed making Doc feel uncomfortable. He rarely was off world enough to end up stumbling into fans. He never know what to do when it did happen, just like this. He posted tutorials online often along with some other videos of him dicking around on the world and he had a little bit of an online following, enough that he made money doing it to pay for the occasional off world jaunt and private world rental. “Oh man, you wasn’t joking about Etho…” He flushed red as he remembered his earlier worlds. “I don’t have a crush on him! I am devoted to Charlie!” He rushed out even more frantically. “Wait… That means uh that is Rendog. Charlie loves his videos. He is going to lose his mind when he finds out.” He scratched the back of his head.

Doc chuckled. “We are just people you know?” He found himself awkwardly explaining. “We just happen to film some of our stuff?” He shifted uneasily, it all just was a little bit much to him. He had just wanted to get away for a while with Ren and not deal with fans with emotional outbursts. “Maybe we should go check on Ren and Charlie?” He suggested wanting to move on quickly. It was better when he was just Doc and Ren, he decided. He headed out of the little shed back to Ren with Harvey following.

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Ren was passed out, he must have gotten black out drunk and it was adorable as he was curled up with Charlie on the sofa. The pair of canine hybrids looking like a pair of pups and Doc had to take pictures. He reached out to stroke Ren’s ears, watching the man snuggle into his touch. The little ragged monster in his chest whispering how he was dreaming about Doc… and that even in his sleep Ren craved his touch. He grumbled lowly and watched as Ren, still fast asleep, moved closer to him. Doc used both hands to rub his ear bases. “My Rendog.” He cooed, cupping his head in his hands and admiring the still sleeping man. He brushed his thumbs over Ren’s cheekbones. It was amazing to realise that in the few pounds of meat and blood in his hands was an entire person. One who meant so much to him. That there was someone with an entire life, an entire history just there, sleeping blissfully in his grasp. Doc let go of him as a dark thought came to mind. How Ren was helpless and how Doc could easily hurt him. He wouldn’t even wake up before respawning. Would he even realise who snuffed his life out so quickly. Hands which petted him, hands which soothed him after nightmares, the hands to end his life.

Doc stepped back swallowing and unable to look at Ren. He clenched his fists, trying to think of everything but the horrible idea which was staining his thoughts. “Uh I better take Ren back to our camp?” He suggested, feeling unsettled. Maybe it was the dark thoughts in his brain or the fact he felt so awkward earlier, and now Ren was passed straight out, but Doc felt off kilter. He wanted some alone time now. He wanted some peace and quiet without someone watching him. He scooped Ren up easily, untangling the man from the other canine hybrid. He wrapped Ren’s arms around his neck and managed to get the boneless man up. “Come on Ren. Bedtime.” He cooed and watched Ren relaxed from just his voice.

Harvey nodded. “He is going to have a hangover and half come the morning. Charlie is going regret drinking that bottle.” He sighed, reaching over to pet his bonded’s head. “Aren’t you babe?” He softly told the passed out man. “He had a rough time recently. You know.” He sighed quietly. “Still can’t believe it. He threw everything away for me? For a phantom hybrid.” He closed his eyes as a tear fell down his cheek. “He had a world, an Admin and we were just a holiday fling.” He sat down heavily on the sofa, gathering Charlie to him. “I fell for him as soon as he gave me that smile at the bar, but I never dreamed that he could or would feel the same as I did.” He traced a finger over Charlie’s ear, making it twitch. “Supposed to be a week of fun you know? I was worldless, working the bar… nothing but a whore for the night, not for money, not a true whore but maybe it was worse? I just wanted to sleep somewhere other than a nexus hub corridor. So I was there looking for someone who wanted to a taste of the wild side.” He hissed lowly before shooting Doc a knowing look.

Doc inclined his head knowing what Harvey was on about. He had done very similar things before, falling into a hotel bed with strangers who wanted a taste of creeper. He swallowed, inclining his head as he realised how close this could have been his life. Sleeping rough and squatting between worlds, sleeping with strangers just have a relatively safe bed for the night. He didn’t know what to say, if he should say something. Thankfully Harvey seemingly understood and continued. “Charlie never once treated me like the others. He held my hand in public, he introduced me to people by name, he dragged me to his holiday, never made a thing about me not having spare clothes or money to pay for anything.” He continued, eyes now on the sleeping hybrid. “I just went along with it because you know, I had fallen for him. I never expected on the last night before he had to go home that he would demand to bond with me?” He told him, fingers on his own neck, tracing the light scarred bite high up. Harvey’s own bonding mark. “I thought it was the lack of sleep? We did spend every night talking… I never met someone who could talk as much as Charlie did but still be interesting?” Harvey sighed. “Was it selfish of me to take it? I knew what I was getting into with Charlie being a canine hybrid but did I even think about what Charlie was getting himself into? With me being a phantom hybrid?” He pulled his fingers away, hands forming clenched fists. “His Admin certainly didn’t like it when I turned up. I don’t know if he fancied him but… Yeah he was kicked out.” He looked away in a way which told Doc that there was more to the story than what Harvey was telling him. “Anyway, sorry about that. You should head back to bed, we will be okay?” He weakly told him. Harvey let out a couple strong sniffs obviously wanting to be alone to cry and Doc was more than happy to leave.

Doc didn’t know the full story but he didn’t want to push. It hurt. His chest was painful and aching as he walked them back to their camp. Harvey’s story was worrying. The story or was it more of a prediction? Was way too familiar… was that the future for him and Ren? Or will Ren give up Doc up. Ren never lived on a world outside of Xisuma’s. Doc looked at the puddle of helpless drunk canine hybrid in his arms. Doc knew he would give everything up for Ren but would Ren do the same? Could Doc ask Ren to give everything up? Would he if Doc asked? Would Xisuma not even give them the chance? He didn’t know and it was eating him alive. Was this his future? Was this a future he would end up forcing Ren to chose?

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Doc had spent sometime while Ren was passed out, searching for some herbs and other supplies. He was pretty sure that Ren was going to be in a rough shape come the morning. Doc couldn’t take his pain away for the man but he could at least help Ren fight the physical effects. He managed to make some basic healing potions and stacked them to the side. He got some bread ready if Ren could stomach anything before Doc joined him in their little lean to. He pulled Ren close, letting his hands fall to his sides, his fingers buried into Ren’s fur in a possessive grip, he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to let go of him. Ren was going to need him. So he tucked him carefully against him, Ren’s head pressed against Doc’s chest. It was Doc’s preferred sleeping position. He was terribly overheated with Ren’s fur and body heat soaking into him due to the tiny shelter but Doc just closed his eyes and powered down.

The next time he opened his eyes it was to see a struggling Rendog, more throwing himself out of the shelter and vomiting loudly and hard into a bush nearby. Doc scrambled to join him, grabbing his sunglasses, and tucking them into his top pocket as his other hand, helped to hold Ren’s hair back. Once his glasses was tucked away safely, that hand was now rubbing Ren’s shoulder blades as the man made terribly retching noises. Doc didn’t know what to say other than. “There we go… big sick?” He found himself sleepily mumbling. “Better out then in?” He rubbed Ren’s shoulders again as the man purged more from his system. Doc didn’t know if he was helping or not at this point, he never had to deal with someone this drunk before. They would have sobering potions to hand if they indulged on world.

Thankfully Ren eventually stopped throwing up and staggered a little. “Dude.” He pathetically mewled, blinking past tears to look at Doc, his lower lip wobbling. “I threw up.” He sniffled and swiped at his mouth. In that moment Doc knew for sure, he would do anything for Ren because he immediately opened his arms and pulled the man in for a hug. He didn’t care as Ren buried his face against Doc’s shoulder and began to softly cry. Doc’s heart broke at the soft snuffling cries Ren was letting out and Doc squeezed him close. Ren pulled away all of a sudden. “I am so so sorry my dude. I am like… Super not good right now.” He told him, his eyes wide and watery, his ears pinned back telling Doc just how upset he was. “I am just pathetic.” He whined lowly, wrapping his arms around him, as if Ren could just hug himself better instead of letting Doc do it.

Doc snatched the silly dog man up and hugged him close. “Ren I love you but shut up.” He told him firmly. “You know I am here for you. When you need nose boops, jaw licks or just a hug dude.” His voice was hoarse with emotion as he tried to get Ren to understand. Doc was here for him. Forever. No matter what. He felt like shaking the man, trying to get the idea into his mind because it seemed like nothing he did otherwise did it. He pulled Ren away to look into his life. “Ren, please understand, it is going to take a bit more than you being sick to get rid of me okay? And you aren’t pathetic, you are unwell… It is normal to be hurt, and need comfort. You aren’t pathetic or weak or anything else that brain of yours is lying to you about. Besides, you should see me when my cybernetics act up, then trust me, I am going to be lying down in pain and I want nothing more than you to cuddle me instead.” He suggested lowly. “You gonna think I am all weak and pathetic then?” He challenged, cupping Ren’s jaw and slowly lifted Ren’s jaw up, making the hybrid meet his eyes.

Ren met his eyes slowly, he could see how he was whale eyeing a little, obviously still processing everything and being unwell. “My dude.” His eyes filled with tears again. “You are never weak or pathetic my dude. You are my Doc, my rock, my main man, my Everything, my ma…” Ren suddenly cut himself off and dove to throw back up some more in the bush, his entire body shaking with the effort as he threw up what looked like pure stomach acid and bile into the shrubbery. Doc got back into position, holding Ren’s hair back and rubbing his back as the man truly purged what seemed like everything he ever ate in his existence. Doc kept stroking the man’s back until finally Ren straightened.

Doc helped the man gingerly walk back to their shelter and collapse on the fallen log they were using as seating, around the fire place. Doc managed to snag a water bottle and held it out to Ren. The way the man snatched it up and drank it down, concerned Doc. He was pretty sure Ren more waterboarded himself than hydrated as the man spilled most of the content down his face and chest. The man shook his head, sending cold water over Doc. Doc grumbled and wiped off the cold droplets, but still he grabbed another bottle and offered him it. This one Ren used as intended and drank down properly, sipping at the liquid and sighing in content. Doc hesitantly wrapped an arm around Ren’s shoulders. “Better?” He asked softly.

Ren nuzzled into his side and breathed out heavily. “Yeah my dude. All my problems can be fixed with a Doc hug and some water.” He weakly told him. “You provided both. So you cure all my ills my man.” He told him before yawning widely. “I think my dude, I should try to sleep some more before my head explodificates in the morning.” Ren whispered, getting up awkwardly.

Doc grabbed one of his rudimentary healing potions. “Try to keep this down?” He suggested and made sure Ren drank at least half of it despite the gags. “I know, I know it is a little gritty but you will thank me in the morning.”

Ren pulled Doc into their shelter and chuckled. “I think I can thank you right now my dude, what would I do without you?” He told him between big yawns.

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Doc woke up to see Ren curled up peacefully against him, his face relaxed in sleep. He couldn’t help but watch the man. Ren was pretty like this, Doc could see the soft silver hairs at Ren’s temples, the old white little patch of scar tissue. Doc wanted to trace each of them, and ask for the story for each of them. Some of them Doc knew about but some Doc had no clue and it was yet another reminder that Ren was an entire person with a life, a history and existence outside of Doc and this thing they had. Apparently Ren wasn’t that asleep as when Doc stroked a fluffy ear, Ren spoke up. “My dude, you been watching me again as I sleep?” He asked voice, rough and more of a grumble than his usual speaking tones. “Anyone ever told you that you is like a massive creep Doc?” Ren grumbled. “You are lucky I like massive creepy creepers because honestly no one else would put up with you staring at them all day and night.” He told him softly before pressing a kiss to Doc’s chest. “My dude, I don’t know why you like watching me so much.” He told Doc before pressing his face against his chest and melted under Doc’s scritching fingers.

Doc hummed softly as he rubbed his ear bases. It was obvious the healing potions had worked wonders because Ren wasn’t that ill. It probably helped that Ren purged most of the wine into the local shrubbery. Doc reckoned the bush probably was going to die but it was better than Ren’s body trying to process that mess. He stared into Ren’s eyes unashamedly, he didn’t care. He liked watching Ren so he was going to do it. He leaned in slowly to nuzzle noses, eyes wide open and challenging and Doc’s soul sung as Ren broke out in loud happy woofs and giggles. Doc grinned and pressed their foreheads together. “Stop being so pretty and I will stop looking at you.” He told him firmly. “I don’t think you will ever stop, so I will always be looking at you Rendog.” He whispered, seeing Ren turn a pretty pink. It was such a good look on the man, seeing how the odd freckle stood out on his flushed skin. It made Doc want to press kisses across his cheekbones till Ren squeaked at him in pure pleasure.

“Doc like my dude, you can’t be saying things like that Doc.” Ren whispered back. “My dude!” Doc could see how Ren’s tail was wagging frantically. “I am going to miss our little shelter here but my dude our time is up and we gonna help Charlie tear down their farm.” He yawned widely and lowered his head to press his face against Doc’s chest. “That’s gonna be a couple day’s work you know?” He mostly mumbled into Doc’s skin. “They need our help Doc.” The way Ren almost begged him with a soft plea which made Doc’s heart hurt. “We gotta help them my dude, they gonna get caught and you know what the Watchers are like for world squatters and hybrids.” The words was pretty much a growl, spat out from behind clenched fangs and Doc was a little taken back.

Doc looked down to see Ren was near growling, his ears pinned back, his lip jerking upwards, revealing fangs as Ren clutched the front of his lab jacket, claws digging into the fabric. Doc had rarely seen Ren so worked up, so angry, so feral looking. There was only one response to it. “Of course.” Doc managed to even put some attitude in the answer, showing Ren that any other possible answer was stupid to even consider. His trick worked and Ren slowly calmed down against him. Doc pressed his hand to Ren’s back, over his scars, feeling the man slowly relax under Doc’s touch. “How you planning on us helping them?” He asked a little worried that Ren was going to break out this long convoluted plan to smuggle them onto the next world or something. The image of packing the two hybrids into a suitcase, marked fragile was a little amusing. Doc could honestly see Ren doing something like that.

Ren gave Doc a smile, which wasn’t reassuring. Doc should stop him before he got them kicked out of their world but the idea of running away, just them… away from Xisuma was tempting. He could just let Ren do something dumb and in the inevitable fall out, pick up the pieces and leave with the man. Ren all his. He would have won. They could easily get a private world lease, just the two of them, maybe Charlie and Harvey… Ren was better around other people and Charlie and Renbob would help Ren immensely. Doc could already imagine a life of just them… a life waking up to Ren curled around him… no Etho… no Xisuma… no one making his Everything unhappy. Nothing and no one. Just him. He could provide for Ren, he could give Ren almost everything he ever needed. Ren would be happy. Truly happy. Doc would ensure it. Ren hummed softly. “Well I was thinking we take them to my pack. We have a couple alpha worlds they would be happy. Charlie has no pack officially and you know canine hybrids we gotta stick together!” Ren told him, his disappointedly sane plan. Doc’s day dream of being kicked from the group and living with Ren forever was ruined. Doc swallowed past the crushing emotions in his mouth and throat, it tasted of bittersweet to him. He didn’t know how to reply. Ren continued, oblivious to Doc’s misery and crushing disappointment. “Yeah, so what you think big guy? I mean at least they aren’t going to spring therapy communicative bongos on us or start doing naked yoga in the living room again.”

Doc nodded and pressed kisses to Ren’s shoulder, his mind racing now that the idea was in his brain. Running away…. Forever. Just them… because Ren chose him over everything if only Doc could make that happen then he would know Ren was all his.

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Doc brought the healing potions with him, along with the bread as they slowly made their way back to Charlie and Harvey's place. Ren was pale, a little shaky but was nearly functioning after Doc made him drink another healing potion and eat some bread before their journey. The man was humming to himself, a happy noise which made Doc smile. It was obvious that Ren was doing better and Doc loved watching the man walk between the trees, letting the sunshine hit him. It was Doc’s favourite version of Ren, outside between the trees, happy swishing his tail and looking back so pleased at Doc, as Doc fell behind, too busy admiring the man as always. Ren held his hand out and it reminded Doc of all those pictures online he saw of people’s partners and at least one off world holiday advert. Doc reached out and grasped Ren’s hand, squeezing it with a laugh. Ren raised an eyebrow with a chuckle. “Staring at me again Doc?” He accused sighing.

Doc shrugged. “Told you. Stop being pretty then I will stop looking at you. And Rendog, you gonna be always a pretty pretty man so guess you have to put up with me looking at you forever.” He told him and was promptly pushed against the tree behind him by a Rendog, who captured his lips in a furious and eager kiss. He cupped the man’s jaw with one hand and grabbed Ren’s waist with his mechanical hand, the bag of supplies pressing against him as he pulled him even closer as they made out in the tree shade. It was only his cursed need to breathe which made him pull away although he pressed eager kisses to Ren’s lips as he caught his breath. “What did I do to earn that?” He playfully asked, loving the blush on Ren’s cheeks, the way the man nuzzled into his fingers and giggled so sweetly.

“My dude, if you don’t know. I ain’t tell you. You can experiment.” Ren joked happily and slowly nuzzled noses with Doc. “I might even give you a clue or two if you ask all nicely?” He looked up at Doc over his shades, with that smirk on his lips which made Doc helpless and feeling like he could take on the entire world to earn it. Ren licked his lip slowly, obviously over the hangover now and was more than interesting in winding Doc up because damn if it wasn’t working. Doc dropped the bag of supplies off his mechanical wrist to properly pull Ren in for another kiss. Apparently he had a clue to earn.

Doc grumbled against his lips. “Oh aren’t you kind.” He grumbled. “Offering stupid me a clue.” He tightened his grip on Ren’s jaw, pressing the man’s head back and exposing his throat. “Such a generous and kind man you are, how ever will I repay such kindness?” He whispered and ducked down to press kisses under Ren’s ear, knowing how it made the man. And sure enough the man’s knees buckled, his arms went around Doc’s neck as he tried so hard not to turn into the puddle of horny canine hybrid. Doc pulled him flush feeling the heat from his body, the soft tickle of his fur against Doc’s chest. He grumbled as he pressed more kisses to the spot, each one driving a desperate mewl of desire from Ren. Doc trailed a few down his neck and throat, revealing in Ren’s musky fur, smelling of sunshine, of themselves and of Ren. They had been unable to properly bathe for a while now, as they only had a running stream to rinse off in, and Doc’s more base side was revelling in the scent coming off the man. He growled lowly, admiring the full body shiver that Ren did as Doc pressed his fangs against his throat. The urge to bite was welling up in him, that darkly attractive urge which was getting harder to fight with every passing day. It was only Doc’s concern for poor Ren which stopped him giving in. He couldn’t hurt Ren like this. He moved his kisses over his shoulder and collar bone, nuzzling and nudging his shirt off his form. Thankfully Ren didn’t properly button up this morning and Doc could push the fabric off, revealing his form to Doc’s eager kisses.

Ren gasped and shifted his grip so his claws bluntly scratched at Doc’s skin, his Puppy knowing now how much Doc liked it. The feel of Ren so overcome and needy that he lost control was addictive. Ren wasn’t scared to be rough with him, Ren wasn’t scared to let loose. Ren was clawing at Doc’s neck trying to pull his mouth against his skin with desperate yips which just made heat pool in Doc’s stomach and groin. He could feel himself plump up against Ren. “My dude, fuck, you really want that clue huh?” He asked, pulling his arms down to fumble with his shirt, dropping it easily in the leaf litter around the tree base. “Because you are getting warmer.” He told him, voice rough with need. “Maybe if you use that mouth lower down you might be getting hot… or at least I am.” He told him as he did Doc’s favourite little quirk of his, and grabbed both Doc’s horns and pressed his head down, making Doc moan and fall to his knees in front of Ren. He didn’t care about the wet leaves soaking into his knees, not when Ren pulled his head hard against Ren’s growing bulge in his jeans. “Hmmm red hot Doc, looking so damn good like this.” He growled and unzipped himself, freeing his length before grabbing Doc’s horn again.

Doc didn’t wait a second longer before he had Ren in his mouth sucking hard. The hands roughly guiding his head, the faint burn of claw marks on his skin was driving him to please the man. He couldn’t help it, it felt damn good to feel his hot twitching length push roughly into his mouth. He was already rewarded with squirts of precum as Ren could barely keep control as he rocked into Doc’s mouth. Ren was rough and sloppy as he thrust, making Doc drool and gag a little around his length as he chased his own pleasure. “My dude!” Ren pretty much howled as he came, holding his cock deep making Doc swallow down his seed with a pleased smirk.

Doc suckled him until Ren pushed his head away too sensitive for anything more. Ren caught his breath with a pleased noise. “I think it my turn to make you feel good now.” He told him eager, joining him in the leaf litter with a smirk. “You tell me if I am hot or not.” He cupped Doc’s cock and grinned. “I think I am pretty hot judging by this huh?” He teased before Doc kept his mouth too busy to sass him any more.

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They eventually made it back to Charlie and Harvey’s farm, still picking leaf bits out of their clothing and trying to make themselves look somewhat presentable. Doc didn’t care too much though, it wasn’t as if his knees would dry in time and he knew he had the widest happy grin on his face which he certainly couldn’t hide. He found himself even jauntily whistling as he walked holding Ren’s hand. It was moments like this he wished that lasted forever. He could see Ren out of the corner of his eye, occasionally looking up at Doc with such a happy smile on his face. He wondered what Ren was thinking about? Was he reliving the fun they had earlier? Was he dreaming of new stories for them to play out? Was he just happy to be walking in the woods with him? He didn’t know but he had a preferred option.

All too soon they arrived at the farmhouse door and Ren knocked on the door. He fidgeted and straighten his shirt as they heard someone groan in pain, and shuffling. Eventually the door was opened and a tired looking Harvey answered and greeted them between badly covered yawns. “Hello… Um… You are welcome to come in, uh Charlie is still… in bed… he is feeling under the weather.” Harvey politely excused his partner, lying through his teeth to try to save the man’s dignity. It was sweet and pointless because Doc already spent his night and morning dealing with Ren who drank just as much as Charlie, and therefore knew exactly what state the other dog hybrid man was in. Doc held up the bag of food and potions and Harvey had such a grateful look on his face that Doc felt awkward again. He wasn’t used to being so… needed? All the Hermits was pretty much self sufficient and they didn’t tend to ask for help for minor things. Doc had a faint worry floating through his brain about these two becoming reliant on them and it was terrifying. The idea of being responsible to look after another creature was bad enough, hence why Doc rarely kept pets outside the self sufficient ones. “Oh my void! Is that healing potions?” He asked and snatched the bag from Doc. “Charlie will love you forever… and so will I.” With that Harvey turned and walked back into the house but left the door open behind him, as an invite to follow.

Ren, thankfully took the lead and pulled Doc through the door into the cottage. He never noticed how small it was, having to stay behind Ren as he walked through the rough hallway. The narrowness meant that his shoulders brushed against the sides of the walls as he walked. He could see now, by the light of the day, how ramshackle it was. The joists not meeting in the roof above, the way the stone floor dipped in places, at best it could be described as built with more enthusiasm and love than skill and ability. Doc wondered how much did he have to drink last night considering he spent time under that floor. He could see the bowing and figured that honestly they might not have to tear down the place, it looked like the place was half way to falling down itself. Ren had pulled them into the living room and onto the sofa. Doc looked around as Harvey left them and Doc looked at Ren before giggling as a thought came to mind. He felt like a teenager picking up his date from his parents. Something he never actually done but had heard about and saw mention of on the internet. He leaned into whisper in Ren’s ear. “I promise to get you home by 11.” He told him lowly. “But I might take you the long way home, to the lover’s lane.” He giggled.

To his delight Ren picked up on it immediately and turned to whisper back. “My dude, you gonna get me grounded.” He giggled back and leaned into kiss Doc’s cheek. “You gonna get me in the back seat and make me forget all about being a good boy huh? Saving myself for a bond.” He looked at Doc over his sunglasses, his smirk wide. “I guess it is okay as long as you say we are going all steady, I get to wear your jacket right?” He told Doc, making mention of some stereotype or social convention Doc wasn’t familiar with but the context allowed him to figure it out. Ren placed a hand on Doc’s thigh and squeezed, and even though they had fun not long ago, Doc’s cock twitched. “You gunna pull out right?” He winked.

Doc snorted and leaned into whisper, knowing the homeowners was likely near. “Nope, gonna make you so hot and bothered, you beg me all sweet for it.” He growled seeing Ren do a full body shudder, his eyes dark with need. He chuckled in his ear. “Oh yeah you gonna climb into my lap and beg me, ride my cock and grind yourself down, begging me for it.” He hissed seeing the way Ren’s mouth fall open and his cheeks turn red. “You want me to breed you up don’t you?” He suggested darkly. “I saw the way you fucked yourself back on my cock, like a needy little bitch in heat.” He growled, as Ren went wide-eyed and swallow before hiding his face against Doc’s neck. “You want me to stop darling?” He whispered gently, cupping Ren’s head, worried he went too far, Ren seemed more than a little flustered, it seems like he hit one of those cultural things which made Ren all shy and guilty.

Ren whimpered softly. His fingers went to Doc’s lab coat, and he played with the lapel nervous and fidgeting. He was breathing out in harsh little pants which tickled Doc’s skin. Ren shook his head rapidly, his voice all high and excited. “My dude, fuck, you have no idea how hot that is, fuck… You shouldn’t be saying stuff like that but dude, fuck, maybe later can we do a roleplay where uh… we do just that?” He suggested quietly, his claws catching on the fabric. “Fuck my dude, we are in someone’s house.” He squeaked looking around as they heard loud footsteps above them and they managed to pull away from each other quickly before they were caught.

Harvey shoved his head around the door and gave them a smile. “You guys okay? Charlie is almost alive. Why don’t I put some tea on?” He suggested. “If you don’t mind entertaining yourselves?” He told them and headed off, leaving them alone.

Ren couldn’t help but lean in and whisper. “I don’t think he means what we were talking about but honestly if he didn’t interrupt then, he may have found us entertaining ourselves all over the sofa, against the wall and maybe over their coffee table.” He joked.

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Charlie came down not long after, clutching Harvey’s arm and looking still a little ill. “Sorry guys I guess I was a better or worse brewer than I thought. I really appreciate you guys coming all this way to give me some potions and some bread.” He flopped down on the other sofa, and groaned in bliss as the worn and sagging sofa almost swallowed his aching body. He pulled a blanket over himself and only moved when Harvey joined him on the sofa. “Hey baby?” Charlie mumbled and shifted to pull himself over Harvey’s lap. The phantom hybrid cuddled the man and stroked his shoulder. “Hmmm yeah baby. I am all pathetic and I need the cuddles.” He whimpered, reminding Doc of Ren so damn much.

Ren laughed to himself at the sight. “My dude, you remember what we talked about last night?” He asked trying to get them back on track. “Or was you too out of it? Because we made plans last night my dude. I hope it wasn’t the drink talking but no worries if you don’t wanna join the Ren-Diggity-Dog’s pack.” He offered, emotive but not too loud, mindful of Charlie’s sore head. Doc tilted his head, thankful he had now had answers to last night’s conversation. Caninese was just an unknown language, it wasn’t a written language so it was incredibly difficult to find any reference so unless someone who spoke it taught you, you couldn’t learn it. It was probably why people thought the language died out so long ago. Doc was ensuring he was doing his bit to keep it secret, he had deleted all the footage he had of it, and encrypted his notes because he wasn’t going to betray Ren.

Charlie perked up, ears high and his tail lashed back and forth. “Ren-Diggity-Dog?” He repeated. “You are RenDog!” He announced loudly before grabbing his head and wincing. “Too loud.” He complained about himself. “Oh man you got any more of those healing potions?” He asked Harvey who got up and brought him another of the potion bottles. He took it greedily and sipped half of it down before shuddering. “I am sorry, I love your videos!” He enthused and Doc felt pleasure as he watched Ren go red, it was a darkly amusing to watch Ren go through the freak out that Doc did earlier. He watched with true glee as Ren looked shocked and unable to talk. Charlie continued on oblivious. “I watched all your tutorials! I never thought I would get to meet you! Much less you helping us so much, and taking us into your pack! I… I…” Doc had to look away as Charlie became overwhelmed with emotion and started crying.

Thankfully Harvey got in place to comfort Charlie and cuddled him while the dog hybrid made garbled noises of happy or sad emotion, Doc couldn’t tell nor did he care to be honest. His brain was stuck on Charlie joining Ren’s pack. That sounded like a bonding thing and Doc felt a cold nasty feeling wash through him. Charlie was nothing but a fan. A pathetic worldless fanboy. He couldn’t stop the ugly feelings and thoughts. He grabbed Ren and pulled him close, his arms going around his waist tight and Ren laughed. “My dude, pack is family you know. Just my brother from another mother, my mister from another sister.” He told Charlie and Doc felt a little disgusted with himself, just how quickly he turned from liking the man to resenting him. Ren meant like family like sibling not like mate or lover. Charlie was bonded after all. Doc buried his face against Ren’s shoulder and nuzzled at him, trying to soothe himself with his scent. Ren giggled loudly. “See Doc is all about you joining our pack.” He placed his hand on Doc’s arm and squeezed as Doc make a choking noise. He was pack. Ren said he was pack. He really felt like a dick now and squeezed Ren, taking comfort from his Rendog.

Harvey had join in on the tearfest and cried softly into Charlie’s hair. “You said… you said your pack has worlds? We… we can have a home?” He sounded so hesitant like he didn’t want to dare to hope that they had an out, and at Ren’s nod, Harvey burst into noisy sobs. It was now obvious that Harvey had be trying to be strong for so long, and carry his worries without complaints but now they had a way out, he finally let himself show his fear, worry and stress. He sobbed nosily. “We gonna get settled and have that garden you always wanted, we don’t have to hide any more.” He gasped before falling into unintelligent noises as the pair clutch each other and cried.

Ren squirmed happily in Doc’s lap. “Yep my dudes, it is an alpha world as you know so you ain’t got like copper but they still good worlds. You got redstone and some developed biomes.” He explained. “We ain’t very redstone farm heavy so you know but there is still some and some of the Rens’ does basic redstone so you can find someone to apprentice under, Harvey.” He grinned widely. “Plus you know we are all about that eco life style so welcome to the pack RenCharlie and RenHarvey.” He held his hand out for the pair to shake rapidly. “Of course you don’t have to take the Ren name if you don’t want.”

The pair sat back looking at them a little stunned. Harvey swallowed loudly and managed to finally speak up. “Thank you but I think we will stay as Charlie and Harvey.” He awkwardly told him as if he expected Ren to pull his offer away because they decided to do something other than what Ren suggested.

Ren just laughed. “Oh yeah I can see why, there is enough with the Ren name, don’t worry. So if it is okay with you, I was gonna suggest we pack this place up and head to our pack lands you know, before you get caught and me and Doc is gonna help you pack up the place, clear out and get you to the world. We got a lift coming soon and it is on the way, my dudes so you ready to start your new life?”

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Packing up the farmhouse was taking longer than Doc ever expected. He had ended up moving their shelter closer so they could spend more time at the farmhouse. It wasn’t the physical labour which was taking them the time, it was how Harvey and Charlie was packing up their life and everything seemed to be tied to a memory and moment that they wanted to explore, the first couple of times it was adorable. It made Doc want that with Ren, a home between themselves filled with memories and stories. He wanted that so badly, it hurt. He wanted a chipped door way because Ren insisted on being carried over the threshold only for him to catch his foot on it, nicking the wood. He wanted a pile of half done projects that they was working on, tucked away in a box against the sofa, where on slow, rainy days they could just work on their projects, in quiet industrial companionship. They didn’t need to talk, they didn’t need to work on the same thing, they just worked quietly on their own thing, occasionally brushing against each other reminding themselves that the other was there. He wanted that so badly and he was sure Ren was going to share his base next season. He would have to make them some living spaces which was a new thing for him but he wanted it. He wanted a space to live with Ren, outside of farming and working. He wanted to build him a home, filled with them, filled with their life together.

However after the tenth exclaim and trip down memory lane, even Ren had stopped cooing over it and now stood awkwardly with Doc as the other pair held a chipped mug and giggled loudly together as they relived another memory. Ren slipped his hand into Doc’s and pulled him outside to the little garden and sighed. Ren turned his face into the sun light letting it warm his skin while leaning against the worn wall behind him. Doc took a photo planning on painting it in the future. Ren looked so damn good like that, as if he was one of those famous paintings with some poncy name which the scholars gushed over like Hybrid Contemplates. Doc’s fingers twitched already knowing the brush strokes which would capture Ren but not capture his spirit, his soul. Ren turned his head to look at Doc and gave him a smile. “My dude, they are so in love, it is annoying.” He complained before giggling. “Oh my void, it is going to take us forever.” He grouched, kicking at a loose stone. He put on a fake voice. “Oooooh Harvey remember this cup, this is the first cup I dropped on the floor of our new home!” He dropped the voice. “I am being a dick I know. I know it man but we came here for you know some alone time and they are needy.” He looked about guilty. “Yeah they are pack but you know I wanna get out of here and sleep in a bed again?”

Doc hummed, relieved that he wasn’t the only one feeling the same way. Maybe that was why they got on so well, they both had the same selfish streak in them. Doc reached out and pulled Ren in for a kiss. “Baby…” He whispered and kissed him again. “You just want to head off, it is normal to feel a little put upon.” He told him quietly. “It doesn’t make you a bad person, you aren’t going to say or do anything against them right?” He cupped Ren’s jaw, feeling the man shake his head no. He leaned into kiss him again. “See not a bad person you just needed to vent a little. I feel the same. I miss our bed, our toys and our peace and quiet.” He admitted between presses of his lips. “I even miss the fucking awful shower because I love how we just fit in it.” He growled lowly. “No where to hide from me, no chance of escape until I am done with you.” His hands fell to Ren’s hips and squeezed him making Ren shiver all red faced under his touch.

“Doc my dude, you trying to start something we ain’t gonna finish and I am going to be trying to be all pleasant with a semi.” Ren complained softly but still didn’t try to move away from Doc. “Dreaming about my man while listening to them two.” He grumbled before kissing Doc and this time he didn’t pull away but deepened it, licking into Doc’s mouth, bracing himself with a hand on his metal horn, keeping him there even though Doc had no plans on moving. His Puppy needed him and he was willing to take every scrap of affection Ren wanted to dish out. He growled as he felt his cock stir. He looked about as Ren pulled away, panting

Doc wanted to pull him close again and carry on, when a thought came to mind. “Why… why don’t we go over to the shed over there and pack that up for them. I am sure they are going to be busy commiserating over that old mug for a while.” He suggested lowly, giving Ren’s hips a squeeze. “It will take us a while to uh… clean up that place. I am sure they won’t miss us?” He suggested, licking his lips. He could feel Ren give in, the way the man rutted against Doc’s thigh, showing how much Ren needed this as much as Doc did. And Doc needed it. He was already chaffing for their nest, their space and he already knew that it was going to be a while before it was just him and Ren again. Doc decided for them and snatched Ren up who giggled. He carried the man easily to the shed and kicked the door open.

After a lengthy session, Ren was in a much better mood and was snuggled into Doc’s side, limping a little as they left the shed. Ren grinned up at him, over his sunglasses. “My dude, I don’t know how special that observer was to them but to me it is always be the observer that DocM77 railed me over hard enough to see the void.” He chuckled. “Suddenly I get the whole special item thing Doc, reckon we could snag it for ourselves? It was perfect height.” He mused as they walked back into the farm to see the pair was still cooing over the mug or maybe it was a different mug, Doc couldn’t tell.

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Eventually the house was torn down and their belongings was packed up in a couple of barrels. Harvey realised pretty quickly that they couldn’t take much of anything so they decided to give their stuff a burning ceremony and pack it all into chests and set fire to it while it was afloat and just like that Doc was back into the packing thing. Nothing like a bit of casual arson and destruction to brighten up his day. He had made sure to be in charge of the redstone to ignite the boat with a fire arrow, and if his redstone was a little complex and just had to use a certain observer to trigger it, that was between him and Ren judging by the way the man turned bright red as he saw the machine. It made Doc feel like posturing, preening that he had such an effect on Ren. He grinned proudly as his redstone worked flawlessly burning the boat and the no longer needed belongings.

The rest of it was packed up and the area turned to grass flatland as they hauled the boxes and barrels to the sunflower field Doc and Ren was dropped off in. Their own shelter took a flint and steel and half an hour to burn completely which they did the morning of. It was probably said something about their head space that they kept themselves busy as it burnt by fucking slowly, watching the flames as Doc gently rocked into Ren’s body. Ren had sat in his lap so sweetly, all flushed from excitement and the heat from the flames that Doc couldn’t resist and already made plans to fuck Ren while watching a world eater, the feeling of the world shaking as he destroyed it under him as he filled Ren was darkly attractive. The idea of a massive hole in the earth, scoring the world to make a home for the pair, destroy anything and everything in his way and rebuild it all for Ren echoed and sounded in his soul. He hissed loud as he came, making Ren cry out and finish not long after. Clean up took a while, they spent more time gently touching each other and kissing than trying to get presentable. Eventually though they deemed themselves at least neat enough to go find the other and they met up with Charlie and Harvey. Both couples not mentioning how the other pair was equally as flustered, crumpled and flushed. It was obvious that they both had been busy saying goodbye to this world in the same way.

They stood around in awkward silence until Renbob more crashed landed than landed and came to a stop at the edge of the sunflower field. “Hey!” He exited the RV in a cloud of weed smoke, sitars playing loudly over the RV speaker system. “Like how’s my pack doing!” He asked as he hugged Ren and Doc. “You two look better, more mellow, man. The vibes are better!” He grinned wider and toked hard on his blunt. “Like Ren!” He exclaimed and Doc could see how his tail was wagging hard. It was obvious that Renbob needed a break from them as much as they needed a break. He wondered what mischief the man got up to. He did say he was going to a protest so maybe he spent the month getting fucked in a teepee off his face on drugs. Doc genuinely didn’t know and figured it wasn’t really his business as long as Renbob was safe and Renbob could look after himself and make his own decisions and mistakes. Doc did hug the man back because he was pack after all. He was happy to see him and what he represented, freedom.

Ren grinned happily at his cousin and hugged him back hard. “My dude! So yeah lemme introduce you to the two new Ren pack members. Charlie and Harvey.” Ren told him with a dramatic wave of his hand. “They are bonded and they gonna be joining the pack at the alpha world so we gonna drop them off.” He told him, making Doc realise something. Ren pack… RenDog… RenCharlie… RenHarvey… RenBob? Was it is just an adjective? Was it a naming scheme? Was it something important that he missed? Did that mean Ren’s name was actually Dog? He had questions and he found himself compiling them in a notebook file for later when he finally got Ren alone. He felt a little stupid to be fair that he hadn’t realised it before. Was there more Ren’s? Was it a family name? He pushed down his questions and busied himself hauling the barrels to the RV as Renbob greeted the other two like lost family, hugging them and speaking in caninese rapidly. He managed to get the boxes stashed and he sat back as everyone piled into the RV and he realised something else.

The RV was cramped there was now 5 people and belongings in the RV. Doc felt his eye twitch as he realised Charlie had began searching through the cupboard and stashing some of their own stuff amongst Ren’s and his. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much. It felt intrusive and rude in a way he didn’t know how vocalise. He just felt uneasy and he found himself biting his tongue to stop himself snarking at the pair to make themselves at home and surely their special precious things deserved somewhere better than their RV. He slowly calmed down as Ren slipped his hand in his and entwined their fingers. Doc pulled their joined hands up and kissed Ren’s hand sighing as he felt himself relax a little.

At least until Charlie looked around confusedly and asked a simple question. “So where are we going to sleep?” He asked and walked towards the curtain. “Is this a bed?” He asked only to fall back into Harvey’s arms as Doc couldn’t stop the loud hiss escaping him. He didn’t like this any more. Any kindness in him was gone, all he could feel was rage and protectiveness as they intruded on their nest.

Renbob walked forwards holding his hands up and tucked the kitchen table down. Just like that the table became a double bed and Doc could breath again. He didn’t even know how much the idea of anyone in their bed and nest upset him but he realised that he was a little unhinged about it. It was a line in the sand which was going to be written in blood if the pair didn’t watch themselves. He pulled Ren close and buried his nose into Ren’s shoulder. Renbob looked at the pair. “Like this is your bed pack mates.” He told them sounding less floaty and more direct in a flat voice which screamed warning.

Ren looked confusedly at everyone, obviously feeling the tension in the room, his arm going up and Ren almost bit at his wrist before he realised he had his cuff on. He turned to the bed which was a table and chairs not long ago. “I had no idea that was a thing? I mean you could have told us Renbob… Doc been putting up with my nightmares for a while now.” He tilted his head, looking uneasy.

Renbob gave them a smirk and played innocent, which Doc didn’t believe for a second. “Sorry, like it must have slipped my mind.” He shot Doc a wink as he walked back to the front. “Okay guys buckle up! Let’s go back to the pack! Like hold onto your tails!”

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Doc could barely wait until they were cruising before unpacking the tools again. Ren, of course, was on the same wave length and knew exactly what he was doing and began to help. Charlie spoke up a little nervous. “Um what are you doing?” He asked holding Harvey’s hand as the pair sat on the bed which was their kitchen table not long ago. “Um not that we are grateful for everything just why do you need that?” He asked as Ren measured out the wooden dowel. Doc had gotten to work selecting the brackets and screws they needed.

Ren spoke up gently reassuring. “We are making you two your own space. If we put up some curtains, it gives you two some privacy and your own area? Not that we don’t like having you around, it is just me and Doc here had gotten used to our own zone my dudes and I just want to make sure we are all comfortable you know? Nothing against you two just I don’t think you wanna hear me and Doc get all busy at night you know?” He let out a downright dirty sounding chuckle and Doc wrapped an arm around Ren’s waist, so damn happy that the man explained it. More importantly though it wasn’t just him feeling like this. Ren understood. Ren felt the same. Ren was also smart and kind enough to explain it in a way which was far nicer than anything Doc would have said.

Charlie breathed out obviously relieved. “Yeah, yeah uh that makes sense.” He did seemingly understand and relaxed now he had an explanation. Doc did wonder what the man was thinking they were up to beforehand? Doc genuinely had no idea. Maybe some sort of sex thing? Which made no sense as Charlie was bonded. Maybe a cult thing? Which made more sense. It wasn’t unheard of for the Hermits to join or make a cult when they got bored but it was never serious unless it was the Button, which was serious. Charlie rubbed at an ear nervously. “Thanks for all of this by the way. I know we are intruding a little and you guys be so good to us, we really appreciate it.” He told them truthfully and Doc relaxed a little. Charlie took a deep breath and squeezed Harvey’s hand. “Um so how long until we get to the new world?” He asked, ducking his head. “Not that we don’t like hanging out with you, it is just that we wanna start our new life and stuff.” He fidgeted and brought his free arm up to chew at his wrist fur until Harvey gently pulled his hand away.

Ren helped Doc fix the pole up, screwing the brackets in place as they effectively set up a pole around Charlie’s and Harvey’s bed. He grinned and smacked Doc’s stomach with his tail. He gave him a happy smile which Doc knew that it meant he was going to fold his Puppy in two soon enough. He found himself grumbling lowly, his hands itching to reach out and grab Ren and pull him close. He wanted their bed now, he wanted to pull Ren close and bury his face and cock into the man until it was all he could think about. He was barely paying attention any more as Ren stepped back to answer the pair. “Hmmm shouldn’t take too long, a couple days at most. Renbob will know exactly my dudes. You can ask him in a bit if you like? He likes company sometimes while he is driving.”

Harvey kissed Charlie’s damp wrist and let go carefully. “So is there any rules or stuff we can do to make it easier on you two… I know we are sharing a small space and you guys have put up with us but how can we make us less obnoxious?” He asked and Doc was reminded why he liked Harvey. The man understood. It might have been his hostile mob side or maybe the predator side of him but he got it. Harvey understood that they were grating on Doc’s nerves. Doc never had to share such a small space before, and Ren didn’t count. Ren just fit. Doc didn’t make have to make much space for the man in his life or bed, Ren filled the space and filled it perfectly. Even though Doc didn’t even know he had that gap in him and his life. A Ren shaped gap. He reached out automatically and entwined their fingers, needing to touch.

Ren shook his head because Ren was kind like that. Ren could be as kind as he wanted, but Doc had qualms at being a bastard and the bad guy. “Stay out our nest.” He told him plainly. “No naked yoga. No threesomes, foursomes or any other somes unless Renbob is into it. We aren’t.” He listed easily. “Don’t take too much time in the shower. We have the time clock for sleeping times and eating times. Don’t touch anything without asking. It is our home.” He flatly told them, squeezing Ren’s hand. “You are guests, pack but it is our life.” Doc felt a little hot faced as he realised everyone was looking at him. He wasn’t going to back down. This was their home. Their space. They deserved to be comfortable in it. He wasn’t going to let anyone make Ren or him uncomfortable. He did see Ren’s questioning eyes on him and he did soften a little. “We do have communicative bongos if you have anything to discuss.” He admitted and was rewarded with Ren’s tail brushing against him.

Ren let go of his hand to grab some blankets to hang. “Yeah and the same for you guys. This is your space you know? We aren’t going to intrude on your space too. Or take your stuff. But yeah Doc is right.” He agreed making Doc feel better. He was right. Ren agreed him. Ren backed him up. Doc could have kissed the man, then Doc realised he could and pulled Ren in for an eager kiss making Ren giggle pleased against his lips. “Doc we be intruding on their space with our loving my man, keep it for our den nest yeah?” He groaned after pulling away, eyes lidded. “They gonna communicate bongo us into not doing that my ma… man.”

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Eventually everyone had settled down and Ren had pulled Doc to their nest. They had quickly closed the curtains and Doc joined Ren in flopping back with a sigh. He couldn’t help it. He felt on edge and uneasy. He pulled Ren to him and buried his face against his shoulder and breathed in his scent. He rubbed his nose up and down his collar bones, pressing kisses to them making Ren groan. “Doc, Doc… I wanna play a game with you.” Ren told him, whispering. “I mean we are finally all alone and I miss my bonded mate.” He looked up at him all sweet and Doc couldn’t breathe. His kink flared up along with his cock. He grumbled happily and reached down to cup Ren’s arse. He pulled Ren into his lap and kissed him eagerly. Ren groaned against his lips. “Doc my dude so what about that then? Maybe we just bonded somewhere, snuck away from the Center and now in a cheap hostel.” He invented. “People across the way but we don’t care. I am all yours.” He purred, rubbing against Doc’s hard cock eagerly. “Sounds fun?”

Doc growled lowly. “Oh fuck yeah… Mine.” He told him and cupped Ren’s jaw. “My pretty little bonded, all sweet. Been telling me to wait until this moment and now I get to make love to you.” He whispered as he pressed eager kisses to Ren’s throat. “Been telling me to wait and now I don’t have to any more.” He mouthed at his throat, not biting down but playing with the feeling of how it would feel if he did. It was addictive.

Ren giggled as he grabbed Doc’s horns. “I see how it is Doc my dude. You only bonded me to finally fuck me huh?” He teased pulling his face away from his neck to look him in the eyes. “Doc is that true? You bonded me to finally get that creeper cock in me?” He asked in a goading voice, just begging Doc to play along with him. “Because I refused to put out… and now you got what you wanted, to fuck me proper, all raw and breed me. Was that your plan Doc?” He asked lowly, his voice a near pleased growl. Doc could feel Ren’s cock hard against him. It was obvious the man was into the idea. His kinky little Puppy playing into his desires, making his own storylines and Doc should play along but he couldn’t.

“No… I bonded you because… you are my Everything.” He ducked his head. “I bonded you because you fulfil me. You are smart and funny and sweet and I live to make you smile.” He rushed out unable to just go with Ren’s storyline. He really didn’t like thinking Ren thinking that was all he was. A fuck. Ren wasn’t. Maybe at the start when Doc had no idea what he wanted or was doing maybe? But now? Ren was his well Everything in everything but a true bond. He nuzzled him desperately before giving him a kiss to Ren’s giggling lips.

Ren pulled away. “Doc my dude, it is role play you know… we are just playing a role. You sweet silly bastard.” He told him before nuzzling noses with him. Doc shamelessly grinned at him, not caring. He lived for moments like this. Ren was smiling so happily at him, so soft and perfect that Doc’s heart ached. It was almost everything he ever wanted. “Doc can we try this again. This time when I say stuff like that, you play along like you are my first love who finally gets to go all the way with me?” He huffed before kissing his nose. “I know you aren’t like that really. It is just hot you know… Thinking you are my first and only and you finally get to go all the way and fuck and breed me.” He whispered softly. “I know you like that idea…”

And just like that Doc’s cock was aching, pressing into Ren’s behind. His first and only. Doc swallowed hard before nodding. His voice was a needy harsh growl. “Um yeah we can play that.” He grumbled. “All mine Rendog.” He told him, hands going to his waist and squeezing. “Finally going to get to fuck you. Been teasing me all this time with it and now you are mine. Gonna fuck you all night. Mark you up so everyone know just who you belong to.” He growled and gave Ren’s arse a light spank. “Strip for me. I wanna see you all bare, see my pretty bonded beg for my cock.” He ordered shifting to sit up at the top of the bed when Ren climbed off him.

Ren stripped slowly, his hands trailing over himself making a show of stripping, as he watched Doc over his glasses, until all he wore was them and the smirk on his lips. “My mate likes what he sees?” Doc licked his lips at the sight. He could see Ren naked every single day of his life and it still would be majestic. Even when the silver hairs became silver streaks then silver colouring and his canine hybrid became more of a silver fox. He was looking forwards to it. He wanted to see Ren age. He wanted to age with him. He wanted him for the rest of his life and right now he wanted to join him in nudity.

Doc kicked off his trousers grumbling as he realised how tight his trousers had gotten. He had been working out during his time off, lifting heavy stones just to watch Ren watch him so hungry. He would have to pick up some bigger clothing at the next shopping stop they made. He fisted his own length as Ren crawled up the bed and over him to kiss him eagerly. “Ride me.” Doc ordered. “I wanna see you take me all good, how much you want to be fucked.” He growled lowly and just like that all his worries was forgotten as Ren scrambled to find their lube and they spent the night reconnecting in their bed.

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Doc eventually got up the next morning, sore in a delicious way that reminded him of holding Ren’s thighs as the man rocked them completion. He pulled on enough clothes to be considered decent; a pair of boxers and stumbled out to get coffee on the go. He grinned as he heard their curtains rustle and felt soft kisses over his bare shoulders. He turned his head to watch Ren all sleep crumpled in his Mind Crack tank top, which by now, was more Ren’s than Doc’s since it no longer fitted Doc, and a pair of shorts, press soft affection to him. Ren’s voice was hoarse from sleep or maybe the way Doc had fucked his throat the night before as he quietly whispered. “Doc my dude, pancakes?” He asked softly. “We ain’t had any since before the camping trip and I got a hankering for some Doc special.”

Doc giggled to himself as he made the coffee. “Oh? I thought I gave you some of my special pancake batter last night, I remembered you licking it off my spoon…” He grumbled at him before ducking his head down to kiss his lips. “I suppose if you ask me all nicely, you might get seconds or thirds.” He growled lowly before what looked like a knitted hat was launched from the front of the RV, through the beaded curtain to hit Doc in the shoulder. “Ayyyyyy!” He called out. “Renbob! I didn’t know you was awake.” Doc laughed and picked it up before putting it on Ren. He didn’t suit hats Doc decided, he much preferred to see those cute fluffy ears, swivelling and showing off Ren’s happiness. “Sorry man!” He called out.

“Oh like now he says sorry.” Renbob answered sounding like he was laughing. “Like we talked about this. Doc my pack brother, no pancake sexy talk like.” He complained pulling the beaded curtain aside to give Doc a very red eyed glare. “Like I don’t wanna be eating those delicious discs of fluffy tastiness and thinking the secret ingredient is anything more than like your love! Not your ‘love love’.” He reached for a blunt and toked on it hard. “Like you better be grabbing that pan my pack brother and be making me some pancakes. I got the munchies.” He giggled, sweet smoke drifting around him.

Usually Doc would bristle at anyone trying to make him do anything. But this was Renbob… Renbob who called him pack brother, Renbob who was indeed his pack brother. He sighed. “I see how it is, you two ganging up on me, putting this poor creeper hybrid to work. Ren just wants my body, while you just want pancakes!” He fake complained and burst out laughing as the pair of canine hybrids just nodded. “Oh I see how it is! The GOAT is just a love and pancake slave to the Ren Pack?” He teased as he grabbed a pan. “Oh no what a terrible existence.” He teased as he got to work. It was a silly thought but he could see the very familiar plotting look on Ren’s face, and he just knew that Ren was busy making some sexy storylines for them to play where Doc was a love slave for him and he couldn’t wait.

Doc could already imagine the storyline. He could be bound up, wrists tied in front of him as he was led to their bed. Ren would have to teach him how to please him. How he liked to be fucked… Ren so demanding, pulling Doc into place and correcting him when he was lacking… the idea of Ren grabbing his face, his horns, his cock and forcing him to fill him just as Ren wanted was so damn good especially if Ren spoke to him in caninese, just Doc not understanding anything but being trained all for Ren and Ren’s pleasure. Maybe they could try that cock ring or something, Doc unable to cum until Ren deemed him worthy enough. He never thought he would enjoy the idea of someone dominating him, or denying him his orgasm but Ren made it different. Doc couldn’t wait for whatever ideas Ren was going to come up with.

Charlie spoke up hesitantly. “Um sorry to interrupt? But uh what do we… do about food?” He bit his lip before nervously joking. “Um as part of the Ren Pack, do we get access to the love and pancake slave too?” He asked before turning bright red and scrambling for words. Doc was a little distracted by Ren cuddling into him, making it harder to make pancakes when he had Ren shamelessly licking at his jaw. “… I meant just the pancakes! I don’t need or want any love slave apart from Harvey! I mean Harvey pleases me enough I mean… more than enough! No I mean...” He blurted out rapidly until Harvey sighed and put his hand over Charlie’s mouth finally stopping the frantic hybrid from talking, much to everyone’s relief.

“Charlie means to say, we are happy to cook our own food if needs be, but we would love to try your pancakes Doc.” Harvey requested sounding long suffering. Charlie nodded still in Harvey’s grasp. “Charlie here sadly suffers from chronic ‘footinhismouthinitis’.” Harvey joked and pressed a kiss to Charlie’s forehead. “It is one of his more lovable quirks. Your love slave is safe Ren.” He let go of Charlie who hid his red face against Harvey’s neck. “We just want breakfast if that is okay with you guys.” Harvey finished up, stroking Charlie’s head chuckling as the man just made distressed noises, obviously embarrassed and now all shy.

Doc laughed deeply, almost dislodging Ren from his affection. Doc pulled Ren into a cuddle, using one hand and kissed Ren’s temple. “Sure, I know what you mean.” He told them giggling still. “So what do you want with your pancakes?” He asked as he began pulling the things out to make the pancakes.

Renbob spoke up sounding fazed. “Like it is all good my pack friends, Doc is good at multitasking and like his pancakes is true righteousness in your mouth.” He told them and smirked. “Though Ren likes the batter more.” He joked before offering them the blunt.

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Doc felt a little proud as he fed his pack, all of them happily munching on his food. It was a new feeling, providing and not getting paid. Usually he got diamonds for his efforts, but honestly the happy noises and the pleased kiss to his cheek from Ren was so much better. He would have to do something like this again, in the next world, maybe invite NHO over for just a hang out and meal. He paused as he realised it would involve Etho coming near Ren and he found himself frowning. He wrapped an arm around Ren’s waist and pulled him closer. They were sitting on the end of their bed so Ren more fell into his lap face messy with pancake syrup. Doc pressed a kiss to his lips, tasting his sweetness and smiled as Ren kissed back, all sticky. Ren pulled away giggling so pleased. “Thanks Doc.” He told him and Doc didn’t know if it was for the food, the cuddle or the kiss or all three. He liked to think it was for all three.

Doc grinned happily and ate his breakfast one handed. “You are welcome.” He helped himself to another pancake or two from the stack he made. He was really damn hungry… no wonder his clothes wasn’t fitting any more. At least they had made plans to stop off at a Giga shop soon enough. Renbob had made contact with the pack to let them know of their plans and they had sent back a three page shopping list for them. It was stuff like treats all the way up to medical supplies. As an alpha world they weren’t on any proper trade route and they didn’t have the funding for a Nexus hub link so they resorted to just getting stuff themselves, or trying to make it on world. “I think we should clean up?” He suggested looking around the place and seeing a bottle of lube stashed on a shelf and some of their sex toys dotted about.

Ren spotted where Doc was looking and also saw the knot lock laying forgotten on the side after their last play session. He met Doc’s eyes bright red. “For sure man, my dudes me and Doc wasn’t expecting any guests you know so yeah we gonna clean up for a bit if that is okay.” He gave them an awkward smile and laugh. “You guys are new to the pack and you did so much so why don’t you just relax and let me and Doc do the work.” He suggested and tried to be casual as he picked up a tea towel and placed it over one of their toys, to hide it as he picked it up. “Doc… mind putting this somewhere safe?” He commented lightly, while winking, as he handed over the hidden bundle. “Like our bed?”

Charlie look confused as he watched Doc tuck what looked like a tea towel behind the curtains. “Okay, are you sure we can’t help?” He asked trying to be helpful. He looked around and grinned. “You don’t have to be shy Ren, I found like 5 bottles of lube tucked away between the cushions of our bed. Me and Harvey are a bit adventurous… you aren’t going to shock us any… I mean we once even you know played around a bit with… a toy.” He told them, pink and giggly. He held his hands up over his mouth. “It was for Harvey’s birthday and you know I was thinking I could make it special and I ordered something real special for him… a vibe thing you know…” He continued despite Harvey groaning and hiding his face against Charlie’s shoulder.

Harvey was sounding mortified. “Charlie!” He whispered shouted. “Please do not tell them of our sex life. That was… private! They are going to think we are some sort of perverts for playing around with that sort of stuff.” He hissed. He turned his face to actually face them. “I am not a pervert or anything! We aren’t. It just looked good and we didn’t keep it.” He defended them rapidly, bright red and failing his hands a little bit, as if he could waft the shame away. It was pretty hilarious actually the pair being so shy and horrified by the idea of them using toys or being a little kinky.

Doc couldn’t help but look at Ren and the pair had a silent conversation. They could never even mention half the stuff they got up… with the role play, toys, assorted lubes, and even costumes. Doc knew that if the pair knew they would never meet their eyes again… actually that sounded good. He could easily imagine them hiding away in their bed, too scared to come out and find out more about having a decent sex life. Doc couldn’t imagine not playing games with Ren in bed, it was too much fun and exciting to do it. He loved planning a session, picking out a storyline, what things they were going to do, what lube, what toys and more. It was an entire set up much like setting up a flying machine or a hopper clock.

Ren managed to snag a couple more of the toys before slipping them onto their bed, covering them with a blanket. “Oh don’t worry, you know once you are bonded, you find things to spice it up a little.” He waved it off easily. “Don’t worry about it.” He repeated as he moved to snag something else only for it to fall loudly loudly on to the floor, the tags jangling as it rolled to a stop at Charlie’s foot.

The room fell silently as everyone look at the leather collar. It must have been in Scar’s gift to Doc. Doc could see Ren go timid, curling into himself, looking so damn guilty and embarrassed shooting Charlie fearful looks. Doc was reminded of the shy nervous was Ren asked for a collar and it all made sense, it was again one of those cultural no no things that Ren felt guilty over like being called a bitch or enjoying sex or being dominant. Doc could see Charlie’s disgusted expression as he picked it up, holding it out.

Doc swallowed before making his move. He snatched it up and smirked. “Thanks, I hate to lose my collar. Ren, you should put it on me before I lose it again.” He knelt in front of Ren who shakily took the collar and put it on Doc. Doc looked up at Ren and grinned easily. He could see Ren was calming down, as Charlie giggled softly. Doc didn’t care about what they thought about him, he was the one on his knees being claimed by RenDog so Doc reckoned he was doing damn good. Doc got up, tags jingling against his throat. “Let’s finish cleaning up huh?”

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Doc could see and very much smell Ren’s need. It was musky and heavy in his nose as Ren found every reason under the suns to touch him or brush by him as they cleaned up. He wanted nothing more than to grab the smaller man and pin him down. He wanted to run his fingers along that cock teasing tail as he had spent most of the day with it brushing against his thighs and crotch, usually accompanied with Ren giggling and looking over his shoulder and over his sunglasses, with a smirk on his lips, just daring Doc to do or say something. Of course two people could play that game and Doc gave soft little hisses when Ren did so. The way Ren shivered when Doc produced some monstrous vocalisations, told him just how needy the man was, probably almost as needy as Doc was. Doc even kept catching Ren watching him lift stuff up. There was no reason for Doc to move those heavy storage crates, they really didn’t need to brush under them but the way Ren stared at him as he lifted them up easily, muscles barely straining at the weight, made Doc feel damn good and sexy. At least this trip was good for something, Doc reckoned that he never been in better shape before and Ren was loving it.

Doc looked over at Ren before looking at the clock. It seemed to be so long before it was ‘sleeping’ time on the clock and Doc’s hands twitched, wanting to turn the hands on to bed time, he knew it was going to be a damn while until either of them got any sleep. Doc made another low hissing noise as he saw the way that Ren was swaying his hips at him, begging to be grabbed and pulled into Doc’s lap for sinful things. He moved closer only pausing when Charlie spoke up sounding rushed and embarrassed. “Oh um… look at the time… Why don’t we uh skip dinner and head to bed early. I think all this cleaning up has left us very very tired.” He told them much to Ren and Doc’s obvious relief. Now they had the perfect reason to go to bed and fuck. It would be embarrassing if they had to tell Charlie and Harvey that they really wanted to fuck and needed to go to bed early for it.

Ren was in the same boat as him because he pretty much dragged Doc to bed, the only way it could be hotter would be if Ren grabbed the collar D ring and pulled him to the bed. Doc couldn’t wait until they were alone. He was going to get Ren a nice leash to do so. Fuck even the idea of Ren holding his leash pulling him to the bed made him ache. He was hard enough to break bedrock as he finally closed the curtains and he was alone with Ren. Ren had gotten their bed ready, switching on the strings of fairy lights draped over the bars and all the little tea lights led things that Ren liked. He even had music playing softly and Doc had a feeling like he was being seduced which was hilarious that Ren felt like he had to do extra to get Doc to bed. The man at this point could just point at the thing and Doc was ready to go. Doc did appreciate it though, just like the whole role play thing he was finding he loved, the whole making it special with lights and music and nice sheets was damn good too. It said Ren was looking forward to it, looking forward to Doc and their fun. He put some effort in to make it special and Doc turned to cup Ren’s chin. “Rendog, you spoiling me?” He asked playfully. “All for your pet monster?” He grumbled happily seeing Ren’s reaction of dark eyes of pure need.

Doc was pretty sure he could see himself in his pupils, reflected back in those pools of want and need. Doc smiled all fangs as he realised Ren was steeling himself up. He had heard of this version of Ren. The Ren who played Death, with the GrimDog and the mad Red King… So serious, toeing the line between madness and brilliance. He wondered if this was a Ren that would have existed in a world where anything that could be perceived as aggression from a hybrid was taken the wrong way and could be seen as feralness which came with another set of issues. He wondered if Ren hadn’t been a hybrid what he would be doing now. Would he have to hide his more dominant traits behind characters? Would he feel like he could be forward and dominant. Strange how humans was dominant and leaders while hybrids showing the same traits was seen as aggressive and primitive. If Ren was a human, Doc reckoned he would be a CEO by now, snapped up by one of the major companies to sit in a boardroom somewhere and talk mergers and plans and profit points but he was a hybrid so he hid his traits behind characters and lied to himself about who he was.

Doc’s thoughts was cut off by Ren tugging on the D ring just like his fantasies. Ren was smiling as he pulled Doc close, that happy little smirk which made Doc’s heart flutter. Maybe it was just indigestion from missing lunch he didn’t know. He found himself staring at Ren. Ren chuckled lowly. “Doc… My dude, you are miles away man.” He teased playfully. “Where did you go man? I am right here and needing my pet monster, my dude.” He cooed giving the collar a little tug. It wasn’t much pressure on Doc’s throat but it stole his breath as he followed the gentle force as Ren guided him onto of him. Doc hissed lightly, seeing the way Ren shivered and licked his lips under him. “Yeah Doc dude, that’s better huh?” He grinned up at him and Doc had to agree. As much as Ren should be in a board room somewhere, Doc was happy that instead he was in his bedroom even though it made him realise that he was being selfish.

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Ren grabbed his horn, forcing his head down and to him as Doc grinned helpless down at him. He couldn’t help himself. Ren was looking all serious and in charge and it just tickled Doc’s funny spot. Ren snarled a little. “Look at me pet. I am your… Owner.” He tried and Doc nodded, trying to take him seriously but Doc knew for sure that he was grinning all goofy at Ren. He really couldn’t help it. Just seeing Ren acting like this was so good in more ways than one. He took a deep breath and tried to find the right character and stilled.

Doc could see how Ren was breathing heavy already. His eyes was dark with his pupils blown wide. He was really really into this and Doc was loving it already. They had been teasing each other all during the clean up and now it was time. Doc spoke in a slow and measured voice, hoping to hide his excitement. “Yes… master.” He tried, not sure how to address Ren like this but apparently he was right because Ren let out a little moan.

Ren made more noises before he began guiding Doc’s head to his throat. Doc got to work kissing at it, fighting the urge to just bite down. He did suck a little at his pulse feeling the way Ren press back, begging him for more. Doc shifted to rut against him, letting him feel how his cock was hard and aching, trying to reassure Ren that he was doing good. It was working. It was hot. If Doc was honest Ren could destroy his redstone in front of him and Doc would probably be a little bit turned on… actually that would be pretty damn hot. Ren covered in redstone dust daring Doc to stop him.

Doc pulled himself out of his fantasy of having sex with Ren to focus on having sex with Ren. He gave the man a wry smile wondering if other people had that issue. He wondered if Ren, his storyteller had it too. He saw it often. They would be talking and Doc would say something and that was it; Ren would lose focus on everything and drift somewhere else, imagining something wonderful. At first Doc would try to snap him out of it, but nowadays it was prime Ren watching time. Doc would just wait for Ren to come back to him

Very much like Ren was doing to him right now, Doc realised sheepishly. Ren giggled, a sweet noise, telling Doc that Ren wasn’t really upset with him. His puppy understood him. Ren looked up at him so amused. “Welcome back Doc… you know if you are a little distracted… we can just cuddle for a bit… I know we been pretty heated earlier but if your mind ain’t into my dude, we can hold off.” He told him sweetly. “I am happy to cuddle my Doc as much as you know mate with you.”

Doc couldn’t have his puppy thinking that he wasn’t into him. He was very much. “I know but I really really fucking want you.” He whispered and moved to prove it. He pulled Ren up to kiss him again, hungrily claiming his mouth only pulling away when he was out of breath, his lips tingling. "Now... I believe you were going to tell me how you want your pet monster... do you want me to fill you up or do you want to fuck me?" He asked, finding he loved the idea of both. "You are in charge tonight Puppy." He gleefully told him.

Ren hummed thoughtfully, a hand coming up to play with the D ring of the collar Doc wore. The man tugged it playing absent-mindedly but each yank brought soft noises out of them both. Doc hissed lightly, at the pressure. It was hot. Fuck, it was hot to let someone control him like this, so casually. Ren gave up pretending after a couple minutes of acting like he was deep in thought. "I want your cock, my dude." He told Doc excitedly. He had that familiar look on his face, saying that Ren had a story in mind and Doc really couldn’t wait to find out what his Puppy was planning. "It's been like a couple hours at least and I miss feeling you just pressing me into the bedding and doing me all sweet." Ren told him, the words going straight to Doc's cock.

Doc hissed a little louder, until Ren tugged the collar a little more harshly, cutting off his breath and his hiss in one. Ren grinned lazily. "Bad monster... You are mine." He told him, and how correct he was. Doc looked at him, panting lightly, as Ren continued. "Of course I got myself a nice big monster, with a thick cock so I gotta prepare. You gonna watch me ain't ya?" Ren told him grabbing one of the posh scented lubes that Scar had sent them. It was only when Ren opened the bottle and the scent hit him, Doc realised that Ren had grabbed the creeper hybrid musk and the scent of it was adding to his more primal side.

Doc tried to keep his composure but seeing his Puppy finger himself open, so quickly and roughly using the musky lube, was almost too much. He wanted to grab Ren's wrist and slow him down but he couldn't. He was just a monster pet for Ren so he sat there, on his knees, hands on his thighs, panting and almost drooling as Ren stretched himself so roughly. Doc wanted to move but Ren hadn't let him, so the only movement he made was his heaving chest, and his cock bobbing, already slick with want as he watched Ren. Ren pulled his fingers out apparently judging himself well stretched. Doc wanted to snatch the lube and properly open him up but Ren was already grabbing one of the silk ties, and slipped the end through the D ring and tied it off to itself, making a leash of sorts.

That was already hot but then Ren pulled the tie around the bed post and settled in, face in the pillows and ass up, before tugging the tie, leading Doc over him. Doc followed the pressure and covered Ren. Like this he was trapped effectively, unable to pull away from being over Ren. Doc didn't want to think too much about why it was hot, only that now he could slide his cock against Ren's barely stretched hole. Doc wanted to ask if it was okay but it must have been, Ren was in charge after all. Ren was setting the scene and speed so if he wasn't for this, he could have stopped Doc. Doc still halted a little unsure but Ren tugged the leash hard, pulling Doc properly over him.

Ren panted into the bedding. "That's it. Fuck... good monster... yeah that's it. Hmmm you gotta a nice little bitch to fuck, you can smell me..." He panted and Doc shoved down his reluctance; Ren was very much into it. He shifted so his cock began inching into him. He went slowly because of how tight Ren felt as he filled him even with Ren tugging at his collar to get him to go quicker. He bottomed out with a choking hiss and settled over Ren, pressing him hard into the bedding as he lay against his back.

Ren groaned into the pillow and yanked his collar again. "Yeah, that's what I wanted. Fuck good monster, love your cock. Gonna train you up so good to be my stud monster. Gonna teach you how to fuck me in every position and train you to take my cock as well." It was really unfair that Doc couldn't talk in this scene. There was so much he wanted to say back but instead he focused on how Ren was hot, slick, tight and good around his cock. He didn't dare move just yet as he didn't want to lose it so early. He wanted to give Ren a real good time. He always did to be honest. It was again the tugging on the leash trying to get Doc to move, which spurred him into action.

Doc couldn’t help but obey, as he always did. He followed the tugging leash for the speed Ren wanted to be filled. He let out desperate hissings as Ren was relentless, needing it hard and fast and deep and Doc did his best to obey. Thankfully he managed to push Ren over by grabbing his hips, his blunt claws digging into his sides as Doc tried to pull him back to meet his thrusts. Doc was covered in sweat, dog hair and lube, he was exhausted and pretty sure his throat was now a mess of bruises as he covered Ren, weakly humping at him before finally finishing. He rolled to the side, slipping out of him, panting and riding out his high with Ren removing the collar and giving him kisses all over his face, until Doc fell asleep.

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It was Doc’s favourite time of day. It was early in the morning before they had to get up and deal with travelling with near strangers. Doc didn’t want to leave the bed, even to get coffee as Ren was the sort of sleepy boneless half awake. He would snuggle up and say stupid half awake things if prompted and Doc had learnt that he could get him to say some very stupid things indeed. Doc looked around nervously, even though the camper was dark and the curtains were drawn shut, he still expected someone to almost jump out and call him out for this, someone like Xisuma. The thought alone made him pulled Ren tighter against him, a low feral hiss escaping him. He couldn’t help it. No matter how much Doc thought about stuff, actually thought about it. He still couldn’t shake the dark streak in him, the feral streak, the mean streak in him which was turning into seething hate towards the admin. He looked down at the man asleep in his arms to calm himself down a little and it worked.

Doc couldn’t stop himself either from doing this too. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Ren’s head, not quite enough to wake him up but enough to make him grumble. Doc started the recording, feeling so wrong and dirty for recording this. But it soothed that side of him watching them back. When he felt the dark streak in him grow, he could counter it with a clip of this. Doc looked around again nervous and checked that Ren was in the REM stage which was the best for this… Doc had tested and found that Ren would sound almost like himself when he was at this stage. Doc whispered. “Ren?”

Ren’s eyelids twitched but the man didn’t open them. He stirred a little in Doc’s grasp and let out a breathy noise. “Y… Y-eah?” He mumbled quietly. He rolled over in Doc’s arms to snuggle up, placing his hand on Doc’s chest, right over his heart, his claws pressing lightly into his skin. He nuzzled hard at Doc’s skin and mumbled something else as he pressed his nose against Doc’s colder than him metal pec. “Nnnngh? Me...metal…. Man titties?” He nuzzled a bit more before seemingly recognise him. “Doc?” Another nuzzle. “Doc.” Ren confirmed while still fast asleep. Ren found so many ways to impress Doc; Doc had no idea how Ren did it but Doc realised that Ren was fast asleep yet could recognise he was face deep in someone’s chest then worked out it was him. Maybe it was his heart beat? His smell? His feel? The idea that Ren knew him as well as that, made Doc melt a little bit.

Doc quietly shushed him and petted the man till he relaxed, it was sweet but it was also funny. Doc was trying so hard not to laugh as he was sure it would wake Ren up and it would ruin his fun. “Yeah it is just me Ren, Doc… your Everything.” He whispered. “And you are my Everything, aren’t you?” He prompted, making sure he was recording. He even leaned into gently nuzzle his nose against Ren’s. It was so wrong and Doc was a terrible person for doing this. He knew it but he didn’t stop himself. He should have but he didn’t.

Ren while still asleep nuzzled him back before responding. “Yea… Doc… I… love him.” He told him in a faraway voice. “Doc… Doc… is my... Doc is…. My mate.” He managed eventually, which was good but it wasn’t what Doc wanted. It wasn’t what Doc needed! Doc knew he was Ren’s best friend but it wasn’t his Everything! He needed Ren to say the words and for him to have them filmed. Doc bit his lip and waited and Ren did continue. “… love him.”

Doc sighed and tried again even though he knew it was a bad idea. He just wanted to hear those words so badly. He needed to hear those words. That Ren was his Everything. Even if it was a lie, just Doc messing with his sleeping mind. He tried again and whispered. “You are Doc’s Everything. Say it.” He ended up pleading with the sleeping man in his arms. “Please Puppy say it for me.” He found himself begging, wondering what happened to him being normal about this? What happened to the Goat, resorting to begging a sleeping man to lie to him so Doc didn’t go tear off one of his oldest friend’s heads for saying something?

Ren squirmed in his tighter grasp and mumbled. “Everyt… thing? Doc…” He mumbled and Doc held his breath. They were so damn close to it. Ren just had to try a little harder and Doc would have what he needed. “Doc Everything.” He finished and Doc had to stop himself from shaking Ren. This wasn’t Ren’s fault. It wasn’t Ren. It was Doc. Doc had to try to calm down and be normal and let Ren sleep.

Doc let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He forced himself to loosen the grip he had on the dogman and closed his eyes. He counted to 10 before opening his eyes again. He had years to get this right. He didn’t need to force it right now. He had endless mornings to wake up with Ren in his arms and therefore he had so much time to get the audio clips he wanted. Doc still could get Ren to say other things. “RenDog…” He whispered, watching the man squirm listening in his sleep. “RenDog… you happy?” He asked, needing confirmation. Doc was a bad guy. He knew it but if Ren was happy then was it all that bad?

Ren made a snuffling noise. “… ye...yeah? Ha… ha… happy Pu… Puppy.” He told him sounding genuinely happy and it made Doc’s heart leap. It was all he wanted really Ren to be happy with him. It wasn’t a bad thing right? It couldn’t be? He was making Ren happy and himself happy. Doc couldn’t see the harm in that right? He squeezed Ren softly. He could see the man stir a little. “Doc?” The man’s eyes fluttered open and he yawned widely. “Hey dude? It is morning already?” He asked sounding so sleepy as he looked around.

Doc shook his head. “Not quite, all quiet here, you can do back to sleep my Puppy if you want.” He told him, learning down to kiss his forehead and Ren smiled up at him so happy and content that all of Doc’s thoughts about how wrong he was, went away. It was simply that easy. They were safe. They were happy. Was there anything else they needed?

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Doc could see Ren was quietly sitting… Too quiet. Ren’s tail was drooping and his ears was scrunching slightly to his skull and Doc’s stomach dropped. Ren was not good. This wasn’t a happy Ren, this was an upset Ren who was dealing with something. Doc was damn good at knowing what was upsetting Ren and he was used to seeing Ren upset over bad dreams, over hurt memories, over rude dicks at the space station. This slump had Doc quickly trying to figure out what had happened to trigger this. Ren wasn’t sleeping good but he was doing better. Having Charlie and Harvey around helped a little, letting the social man have some interactions. Doc didn’t like not knowing.

Doc approached quietly. He sat next to the man on the sofa. He didn’t bring it up. He knew from experience that he couldn’t force it from Ren, it would evoke Ren’s defences and it would get so much more worse before Ren would admit the current reason why he was upset. Doc sat next to him, enjoying the way the man curled into him, making Doc wrap his arm around him. He stroked Ren’s arm feeling his bracer. He could feel some gnaw marks on the leather and made a mental note to make some back ups. Ren had tried to avoid chewing on the leather but when he got too stressed he couldn’t help it. Doc didn’t mind that one bit. He had made them to help Ren so feeling the damage made him feel better. Better some leather than Ren’s wrist.

Eventually Ren spoke up, his voice a little too joyful for Doc’s liking. “Hey dude, so uh how you managing the whole hiatus thing? You know between worlds with your channel?” He asked confusing Doc. Doc knew that Ren followed his channel, watched his videos and followed his online accounts. Doc therefore knew that Ren had heard and saw the posts but this wasn’t Ren genuinely asking, this was Ren talking about his own issues in a roundabout way.

Doc hummed thoughtfully, pausing to let Ren know he was taking it seriously. “I told everyone I am taking a break and blocked the haters.” He admitted and squeezed Ren. “Yeah I mean my ad revenue dropped and like my channel hasn’t really grown either but I didn’t expect it to. I had some side content scheduled so you know it isn’t like getting smaller.” He waved a hand. “It is what it is. You know… what about you?” Doc asked, trying to sound casual now he knew what was Ren’s issue.

Ren sighed and buried his face into Doc’s chest again, prompting Doc to stroke his ears carefully. “I… I hadn’t been posting my dude.” The words sounded much more like a confession. “I mean… I had like a bank of stuff to go up! I was ahead of the game and then… I sorta couldn’t do stuff with my silly brain and man, once you get off that treadmill, it is fucking hard to get back on it. So I… I just didn’t Doc. I used up my saved up stuff and tried to find stuff to inspire me. Like you know I love me a good plot line and narrative in my videos. I know what I want to say and where I want to take it but dude my head wasn’t in the right place and the longer I left it, the worse it felt.”

Doc held Ren tightly, feeling the man shake in his grasp as Ren vented. He knew that Ren hadn’t been posting for a while and some of his latest stuff was a little more rushed. He figured the man was taking a break because of his mental health. He didn’t realise that the break was also making his mental health worse. Ren loved to create stories and make content. His videos were always so much fun and quirky and Doc loved to watch them, the man’s enthusiasm for everything inspiring Doc to do more, to push his own video style, to tell stories and try new things to. Plus sometimes they would help each other out and make videos together if they were working on a project together. And they would inspire and encourage each other and Doc always left those days, aching from laughing so damn much.

Ren took in a shaky breath. “It isn’t fair man. I don’t know why I left posting so long? I guess maybe because I felt like I wasn’t the same person I was when I started it? I dunno. I mean it isn’t as long as other people I mean… 108 days.” He mumbled. “I am surprised if I still have an audience man. Who wants what 3 posts a year if that’s my new cycle.” He sounded so not like Ren, that Doc just hugged him hard, pulling the man onto his lap.

“Puppy. I say this lovingly but stop.” Doc told him firmly. “Do you hear yourself right now?” He asked trying to sound authoritative which was hard when all he wanted to do was bury his face against Ren’s ears. “You are listening to those voices in your head, which lie and try to hurt you. You know who would watch you? Me. I don’t care if it is 1 video a decade. I signed up for Rendog. You didn’t sign a contract or agreement with me right?” Ren shyly nodded and Doc continued. “Exactly, so you do you. And block the haters, you tell your stories when you want to. If your head space is wrong or if you are busy healing then it is okay. You do you… and maybe let me do you once in a while.” Doc finished with a joke, hoping it would land.

Doc added some kisses to his temple, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ren smile slowly. It was only a small smile but it was a smile Ren didn’t have before. He earned that. He kissed his cheek. “You can post what ever or nothing you want. It is your channel, it is yours. You can do whatever you want and trust me I will be there to watch.” He nuzzled his temple seeing Ren’s tail wag.

Doc thought he had made progress but apparently it now brought up new issues as Ren tilted his head and let out a sad sounding whine which made Doc’s heart hurt. “I know but I want to make content!” Ren huffed quietly. “I dunno Doc. What would I would even film right now?” He whinged and Doc felt a little better. It seemed the worst of Ren’s mood blew over and now he was making plans.

Doc pressed more insistent kisses to his face and Ren broke into giggles. “Dooooooc, my dude… we are not filming… that.” Ren turned to nuzzled him back. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, some Doc lovin’ would get me all the views but my dude I don’t think I would be allowed back on the site but damn if people won’t learn what the M stands for man.” He giggled before kissing Doc.

Doc growled happily as Ren ground down on him just like he liked… well until Charlie and Harvey came back from talking with Renbob and the pair made a noise as they caught Doc just as he got Ren out of his shirt and his tongue down his throat while working towards proving he earned the M in his name.

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Renbob must have either pushed the RV to the limits or maybe he knew a shortcut because Doc was fairly certain that they weren’t supposed to be arriving this early judging by the shock on Ren’s face when Renbob came out and told them that since it was their last night before they would be landing on the clan’s world. Renbob didn’t say what had changed with the original plan but Doc had an idea, judging by the look of relief on Charlie and Harvey’s faces. Doc could understand… over time they had been finding the additional company was grating.

It wasn’t like one major incident past the collar thing but it was lots of different awkward moments, just stumbling into each other. Finding the bathroom busy, finding food and water running out sooner, clean up and chores. The lack of privacy really getting to them, and Doc found himself spending more and more time in bed, curtains drawn, waiting for Ren to join him again. It wasn’t even sex, it was just spending time together alone in a sense. Doc didn’t feel comfortable any more outside of their bed and it was worse when the other people in the RV even came close to their bed. He didn’t like it but he was certain these… territorial urges would stop once they were alone again.

It was probably why at the celebratory dinner he picked at the mushroom surprise that for once Renbob cooked. Not just because it was a plate of mushrooms cooked in what smelt like hemp oil. He ended up sneaking it back into the casserole dish not to offend the man. For someone who was good at being baked, he was so bad at baking. It didn’t go down well with anyone as soon as Renbob returned to the front of the bus, Ren promptly dumped the contents of his full plate back into the casserole dish and looked around at Charlie and Harvey who had tried a couple mouthfuls to appear polite, but soon dumped their dishes back in the pan.

“We are hiding this. There is no way we are having this as leftover dudes.” Ren told them flatly. He soon emptied the dish into another container which was then carefully wrapped up in layers of cling film and stowed in a small shelf above the kitchen seating area. They all were sworn to secrecy as Ren made a plan to dump it at the next space gas station they pulled in at. It was bad fresh, Doc shuddered thinking what a couple days in the fridge and reheating would do to the greasy slimy mess of a dish.

Charlie and Harvey had been convinced that Renbob would notice but he didn’t. It was pretty much forgotten about the next day as they approached the Clan world. At least the landing was perfectly smooth compared with the previous landing attempts by Renbob. The RV pulled to a graceful stop on the designated landing strip and custom check in. It was strange to see an early world, this far away world from the current explored reaches was a nostalgia. He could see the old grass species and how bright it was. He could see the old familiar biomes through the chain link fence. It was odd in a way knowing that there wasn’t copper or deep dark or even some biomes yet on this early planet.

Still Doc had spent a lot of time on these early yet developed worlds, it was in these worlds he met Ren and the others. They held good memories, and Doc would take Ren over worlds with wardens any day of the year. He could see in the distance colourful housing and out buildings as he stepped out the RV. The sun was bright and the feel of firm ground under his feet was almost a novelty as they approached the little stone building for sign in.

Doc felt nervous as he walked along. These were Ren’s people. Ren’s actual people. He was going to meet his family, his clan, his pack and Doc was now terrified. What if they found him lacking? What if he embarrassed himself? What if he embarrassed Ren? Doc found himself nervously sweating from more than just the sunlight beaming down on him. He moved to walk next to Ren, his hand twitching as he realised he wanted to hold Ren’s hand but was that allowed here? Did Ren want people to know about their thing? He was wearing Doc’s bracers… but that might just be Ren forgetting to remove them. Doc didn’t know and he was now panicking though on the surface, he tried to school his features to his usual stoic look.

The stone building was rustic, but functional. Doc wondered if he was spoiled from working with some of the best builders in the universe that what was probably a better than average build was subpar in his eyes? He didn’t know as he ducked into the building; the doorway being too small for him. He didn’t know what was normal here as he stayed at the back, watching Renbob approach the simple desk. In some worlds it was obsidian lined and iron bars but this simple little world had a female canine hybrid sitting behind an oak desk which Renbob presented his papers to.

The woman quickly flicked through the papers and stamped them, before turning to a large leather bound ledger. “Name, Nexus Identity Number and purpose of visit, Renbob.” She kindly requested, obviously knowing him but still doing her job dutifully.

Once Renbob answered and Ren stepped up to do the same, he gestured for Charlie and Harvey and introduced them as the newest members of the Ren Clan. She happily stepped from behind the desk to give them a hug and chattered about everything before logging their papers. “It is a good thing that Harvey is already your bonded mate Charlie. As the Nexus Custom Territory Clause states that if you are not a canine hybrid then you are not allowed in the main compound overnight if they are not a bonded mate.” She rattled off the rule as if she legally had to tell them each and every time. Knowing the Nexus Government it was. They loved themselves a rule or several.

She gave Harvey a bright smile as the man waited for Doc before she turned her attention to Doc. “My you are tall! Hello, could I please have your Nexus papers?” She asked sounding a little startled as if she just noticed him. But Doc wasn’t really hearing her. Ren, Renbob and Charlie had mostly moved through the back door into the compound but Doc was frozen there. Doc felt like the chirpy woman had just thrown a bucket of cold water over him. He wasn’t allowed on the compound at night. He would never be allowed on the compound over night. If Ren stayed here then Doc would never be able to join him over night unless Ren slept in the landing strip with him.

Harvey must have caught the look on Doc’s face as he approached cautiously. “Doc, do you have your papers?” Doc shook his head, unable to talk. Harvey continued. “Guys I will help Doc to get his papers and we will catch you up!” He told the canine hybrids who were talking to each other in, stilted in Charlie’s case, caninese. Doc followed the phantom hybrid out back to the RV and snapped out of his stupor as Harvey whirled on him. “What the fuck Doc? I saw your face… you and Ren? You aren’t mates.” He hissed as he called Doc outside the RV. “What fucking game are you playing at?!”

Doc turned to face Harvey hissing loudly. He was doing this? Doc was more than up for a fight right now, his hands clenched tightly, claws digging into his palm.

It was fucking go time.

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Doc was pretty sure this wasn’t the first time he wanted to beat someone in a car park. This was a reoccurring theme and he was surprisingly okay with it. This wasn’t for him, this was for Ren. For Ren, Doc would beat anyone, friends, family if he had it, admins anywhere it demands, as long as afterwards it meant that Doc could go back to Ren in their bed, and have the man kiss his bruises and clean up his split lip and knuckles. It didn’t matter as long as Ren was his.

Doc was bristling up and his hands were clenched into fists as he took in Harvey, the phantom hybrid glaring at him back and didn’t back down. Harvey stalked towards him still demanding answers. “Are you fucking around with him, dragging this whole thing out for fun, promising him a bond only to never do it?!” Harvey demanded, and Doc wondered how much he was projecting from Charlie, it sounded like a lot.

It was only the fact that Harvey was trying to defend and protect Ren, that prevented Doc just slamming the man into the RV to knock some fucking sense into the man. Doc was trying so hard not to lose it. Ren would forgive him if he explained but he would have to explain, which meant questions. Like why can’t Doc bond? And that would be impossible for Doc to answer, at least to Ren because then Ren would know… and…

Oh…

Oh no…

Doc was stringing Ren along with the promise of a bond which Doc couldn’t give him.

Harvey was right…

Doc felt sick to his stomach and furious. With himself, with Harvey, with the universe for stealing his happiness away. Doc hissed loudly. “Shut the fuck up.” He demanded, staring the slightly shorter man down. “You don’t know what you are fucking talking about.” He was seeing red, his rage bleeding into his tone as the other hybrid didn’t back down.

Harvey flinched hard, but he didn’t walk away and that was the first of his many mistakes. He screeched, so like the phantoms Doc had follow him before when sleep was forewent in favour of science and the grind, before he had someone to come home to, someone who made it worthwhile to stop and enjoy life with. Harvey squared up, his green eyes flashing angrily. “No! You don’t get to do this. Ren deserves better! Ren deserves someone who can love him properly. I am not sure why you are stringing him along, lying to everyone that you two are together but it is fucking sick. You are messing him up.” He snarled spitting out the same things as the quietly angry voice in Doc’s head whispered to him.

Harvey was right but so wrong. Doc wasn’t bad for Ren, Ren was struggling. Doc saved him. What did it matter if they could bond or not? Without Doc, Ren would have likely chewed his wrists the point of… Doc cut off that thought. He didn’t like the idea of what Ren would have done without him. He was used to lying to himself, he was good at it even. He was good for Ren.

He was.

He wasn’t.

Doc felt so conflicted and angry, he couldn’t focus on anything. The two sides of him warring. The whole situation making his mind almost crash from the emotions running through him. He couldn’t process it. His entire body frozen as he felt unhinged.

He was losing control.

He was losing… Ren.

Harvey spoke louder cutting through Doc’s angry thoughts. “I think you should back away Doc, let Ren heal on his own. I don’t think you should continue this. Ren deserves to be happy, and he isn’t going to find it with you. Not if you are using him like this. You need to either bond him or let him go.” Harvey had gone from anger to almost pleading as if words could stop Doc’s urges. As if words could quell this madness in him.

Doc only heard that Harvey intended to take Ren away from him, take him away and give him to someone else. Someone who could bond him, someone who could give him everything that Doc couldn’t give him, someone not Doc. Doc made a pained hiss, as something washed through him, something feral or primal blanking out any humanity in him.

Doc lost control and knew nothing.

Pain.

Doc came back to aching pain and he looked at where his hand was bleeding, a knuckle or two looked like it was out of place as he stared at his fist embedded into the RV side, the rusty metal dented and torn a little around his flesh hand. He pulled his hand out and stared at it, his heart beat fast in his ears, his hand throbbing in time with it before he looked over to see a white faced Harvey. The man had his hands up and he was staring at Doc wild eyed, terrified. “….Doc?” He squeaked out.

Doc blinked and tried to focus on the pain, to tether himself. “This didn’t happen, got it?” He choked out, the words feeling foreign in his mouth, forcing himself to use human words in an inhumane mouth, to cover an animalistic action. “Ren is an adult. He can make his own mistakes even if that mistake is me.” He told Harvey, now exhausted.

Harvey nodded mutely, and Doc was fairly certain the man would keep quiet. He had a lot to lose, and if he knew better, he would keep his mouth shut, and go back to Charlie and hold his bonded close and keep his nose out of Doc’s business. If not, well they were leaving them behind and they could just forget these nosy strangers. Ren wouldn’t listen to them, not when Doc told him whatever he needed to hear to know to ignore the man.

Doc shoved his bleeding mess of a hand into his lab pocket, red blooming on the white fabric. He would have to grab his papers and another jacket. He couldn’t let Ren see it this bad, he would worry and Doc can’t do that. He just had to get through the pain for a bit, just for Ren.

Anything for Ren.

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As expected Ren soon realised he was hurt. Doc had bandaged his hand tightly in the RV and switched out the jacket but Ren’s keen nose picked up the scent of blood immediately as Doc walked back into the little hut. He had his papers wrinkled in his good hand when Ren dashed over, nose twitching. “Doc? Why do I smell blood? Are you hurt?” He asked almost frantically, his eyes roaming over Doc from over his sunglasses, ears scrunched tightly to his head in worry.

Damn Harvey. This was exactly what Doc was trying to avoid. Worrying Ren. Doc pulled his hand out of his pocket showing off the bandaging attempt he tried. “It isn’t bad. I caught my hand in the RV door Ren.” He lied and looked over at Harvey sharply, eyes narrowing daring the hybrid to sell out Doc after all the trouble Harvey had caused. Message was received as Harvey almost woodenly repeated Doc’s words, giving him a wide berth and clinging to a confused Charlie. It was okay though. Soon enough they be gone and Ren would be all his alone.

Ren still cooed over Doc’s hurt hand and Doc let him. Doc pretty much threw his papers at the woman as Ren cradled his hand in both his. Doc reached down to cup Ren’s jaw, the pain in his other hand vanishing as he had everything… no his everything in his grasp. He stroked a metal thumb over his cheek and watched the blush and smile just bloom on Ren’s face. Doc looked down into Ren’s eyes and gave him a smile. “Don’t worry Ren, I have another. This one is harder to damage.” He chuckled.

Ren pressed into his touch and Doc smiled wider at that. The sight of Ren just happy in his grasp was all he needed to feel better. Ren chuckled as he looked up at him. “I know, but be careful man. We can’t have more of you being lost… I wanna keep as much of you around as I can but if you leaving bits of you in RV door’s who knows how much is gonna be left for the next world?” He asked and Doc softened immediately. Who wouldn’t with such a sweet man being so adorable and kind.

Doc couldn’t help but whisper back just as sweet. “Can’t have that. You deserve every bit of me I can give you huh?” He stroked his face, admiring him and as always the world just vanished until the lady at the desk spoke up, breaking him out of their moment. The flash of primal anger returning made him bit his tongue to hold back the hiss that wanted to escape him. His grip on Ren tightened, and he only noticed when Ren squirmed a little pulling away, which made Doc grip harder instinctively. He let go only when Ren let out a pained whimper.

Ren touched his face wincing and Doc could already see marked red with his finger prints. The digust and self loathing that rose within him choked him for a second. He did that. He hurt Ren. This wasn’t an agreed on thing. He hurt him and now Ren looked at him like that… like he was a monster. Doc approached slowly to try not to scare Ren right now. “I am so sorry RenDog.” He told him in a rushed pained voice. He had to make it up to Ren.

Ren seemingly shook it off in seconds. “No worried Doc, I guess you got startled. No harm no foul?” He told him, already reassuring him and Doc wanted to carry the man away. To rub bruise cream into his cheek and jaw and kiss Ren until he couldn’t even remember his name never mind the way Doc hurt him. Ren turned from the woman and grabbed Doc’s Nexus papers. “Come on man, there is so much I want to show you.” He told him, leading them all out into the world.

Being on such a primitive world brought back such good memories. His early days in Mind Crack. Becoming friends with Etho… and then the NHO. He was pretty quiet as Ren showed Harvey and Charlie around the place, show them the basic village and farms and introduced them to everyone. It was only after a spot of dinner that Doc remembered something. He wasn’t Clan. He wasn’t bonded to anyone in the Clan… He was going to have to leave… he was going to have to leave Ren behind.

Doc tried not to react, hoping maybe that no one would bring it up but he could see the way Ren was looking at him and he realised he was dragging out the inevitable and would end up hurting Ren in a different way. Ren was in charge of this place. He couldn’t been seen breaking the rules and Doc was all sorts of conflicted. Maybe he could sneak back in? Maybe he could say something? Anything but he couldn’t.

Ren stood up and turned to Doc. “Doc, my dude. It is getting late huh?” He looked around and Doc’s stomach dropped. He was being shown the door, escorted out to sleep in the RV while Ren stayed here with his family, his clan, his people… and not Doc. “Come on Doc.” He told him and Doc bit back all the things he wanted to say. Maybe sleeping alone would do him some good. Maybe he could get some control back over himself.

Doc let Ren walk him back to the little office. As it was nighttime, it wasn’t staffed and Ren had to use what looked like a master key of his keyring. Doc did wonder how long Ren would walk him back for. Maybe he could drag him into the RV for a round of sex or anything just so Doc wouldn’t be alone? He kept going back and forth from wanting and needing Ren to thinking he should be alone. “Ren?” Doc asked softly, his voice sounding loud in his ears in the dark office. “You can head back?”

Ren scoffed and grabbed Doc’s metal hand. “Like I am leaving you alone in that RV, man. It already got your hand, who knows what other part it might go for next?” He joked and pulled Doc out of the office giggling. “Better make sure you are safe huh? I got plans for those bits.”

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Doc lay back on their bed, the curtains wide open as they were the only ones there. They had the whole RV to themselves once again and it felt freeing to not hide away. Doc wanted that but all the time. He wanted to be able to show Ren off, show off his desire, his love, his worship of the dogman. He wanted everyone to see that Ren was his… all his… And no one to come fucking close or touch him. Doc found a hiss leaving him as he watched Ren put away a few bits and pieces around the RV. Doc’s eyes gleamed in the low light, his mechanical one shining brighter as he observed Ren just tease him.

Doc knew it was teasing. Ren wasn’t this house proud… Ren was doing this to be a cock tease. He was deliberately choosing to prance about in just those shorts to wind Doc up and it was fucking working. Doc had stripped bare the second they shut the RV door knowing he wanted to plough Ren into the nearest surface. His cock certainly agreed with that plan, as it jutted harder than ever, thick and already soaked with need, squirming desperately against his stomach, dripping precum all over his stomach hairs.

Doc didn’t touch himself yet, just watching Ren look over at him, all flushed. He could see the way the man’s eyes was drawn over his body to his hard cock. Doc smirked as Ren’s nose flared. He could smell him. He knew what Doc was going to do to him. He wanted it. Those shorts didn’t hide anything. Not Ren’s own hard cock, already with a damp spot growing of Ren’s own need at the tip of his dick. Not his full ass with the short seam digging into his crack showing off those perfectly bite-able cheeks. They were just asking for a spank. Doc knew how good they looked all flushed and jiggling with a fresh bite mark on them.

It was worth it even though Ren would complain afterwards of being too sore to sit down. He certainly didn’t complain when Doc marked him up good, watching the man’s prick stream need as Doc worked him over. All Ren said then was ‘more’ and ‘harder’ until Ren lay there, face first into their pillows, his tail draped over Doc’s head as Doc teased him, his tongue tracing his balls and taint, giving them little suckles and nips before moving upwards, to his cheeks. They always got a lot of love. Kisses, bites, squeezes… anything until Ren too eager would pretty much grind his ass against Doc’s mouth begging for more.

Doc would tease him so badly, breathing over his twitching rim, nuzzling his way between his cheeks to finally drag his tongue up, spreading him until he lapped over his rim. Ren would always shiver and let out such a pretty little needy whine, his voice cracking a little as Doc probed his twitching hot hole with his tongue tip. Ren would be too eager at this point, wanting more and ground back but Doc would always pull away, matching Ren… Ren knew what to do, and what Doc wanted but it was part of the game. To see who broke first. Ren who needed more or Doc who wanted to give more.

Ren always broke first. “Doc please…” He would beg, finally stilling. His needy little hole twitching under Doc’s breath before Doc would move in. He would go slowly at first, pressing kisses testing Ren’s ability to stay still before finally pressing his tongue tip back into his hole only if Ren stayed perfectly still. Of course still didn’t mean Ren couldn’t beg. Because he would and so pretty too. “Fuck Doc, please… fuck I need more. Please just lick me.” He would beg until Doc thought he was sorry enough.

Doc would lick slowly, tasting Ren’s sweat and musk before pressing his tongue into his ass. His well trained rim flexing around his tongue as Doc licked into him. He remembered when they first started doing this. The way Ren would squirm and blush… And now Ren learn how good it was, and how he could cum just from having his ass eaten out. Doc now refusing to even touch his cock during it… Ren had to cum from his tongue alone.

Doc would have to paw at his ass, spreading him as Doc licked deeper into the man. He would always find it so gratifying to feel Ren trembling as he tried his best not to move. Ren would still twitch before he caught himself… Doc would let him get away with that if he was in a good mood otherwise he would pull away and it would start all over again… The light kisses… the licks and sucks until Ren was a sobbing mess begging for his mouth and that he would be a good boy for Doc.

It was then Doc would give him what he wanted and bury his tongue deep in his ass, feeling him finally let loose, rocking back on his thick wet tongue, wiggling deeper as Doc sucked and moaned against him. It never took long after that for Ren to cum with a sob, the man’s face red and damp with sweat and tears and often drool. He would be a boneless mess and his hole now nice and slick for Doc to gather him to him, and slowly feed his own cock into Ren’s twitching hole. Ren would gently sob as he was taken by over stimulation, sobbing softly into Doc’s shoulder as Doc grabbed his hips, rocking the almost senseless man on and off his cock until Doc spilled deep into his greed hole, and Ren would sometimes cum again, cock all red and slick against Doc’s stomach.

Doc knew exactly how this was going to play out… but first Ren had to stop being silly and come to bed for Doc.

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Doc woke up in an amazing mood, which made the way the day ended so much worse. He woke up with Ren wide awake and smiling at him, his hand wrapped around Doc’s length, slowly stroking him, with such a pleased and happy grin on his face that Doc just had to kiss the dogman breathless and panting. He gently pulled Ren’s hand off of him, because this time, Doc wanted to savour and reward the man… for choosing him. For choosing correctly. For making the only choice Ren should had made… Ren certainly was eager enough for his reward, as if he was saying that yes…. This was right, Doc was in the right… Ren wanted this… Even if Ren didn’t know everything. Ren didn’t have to know everything… he loved Doc and that was enough. Ren could love them both enough to make up for it.

Ren lay on their bed, looking up at Doc, so hungry, so happy, so loving… It was almost too much for one goat creeper hybrid to take. He settled between Ren’s legs and watched the man sprawled out underneath him. Ren looked so happy, his eyes sparkling, his face had a wide grin on his lips. He looked beautiful in the morning light, the rays of sunlight that managed to escape into van just danced over his fur, highlighting gold undertones, and the stray grey hair…

Fuck. Doc gently cupped Ren’s face, his long-clawed fingers brushing against one of those grey hairs. “You are beautiful.” He told him simply, knowing it is true. “Shhh, don’t you squirm away from that… I see you Rendog. I see you beautiful and kind.” He told him softly before lowering himself to giving him a kiss. “I know what you are going to say… You are going to tell me that men can’t be beautiful… but you are. Ren inside and out… The most beautiful person in the world.” Doc told him solemnly.

Ren giggled and blushed so delightfully pink. The noise was so alluring… Doc could listen to it for hours. He wanted to. He never wanted to not hear that sweet sound in his life. “Doc my dude, as much as I love you talking about how pretty I am and stuff… People gonna come a-knocking even if the van is a-rocking… So why don’t you put that mouth to use elsewhere and whisper sweet nothings to me later baby.” He instructed and giggled again.

Doc lowered his head down and pressed kisses down Ren’s form, his tongue tracing old scars and marks across his body, peppering them with kisses, as if his affection could go back in time to sooth those hurts when they were new. Doc moaned softly against a hipbone, pressing a kiss to a bite mark he must have left there. “Delicious.” He hissed lowly, looking up at Ren, who was propped up on some pillows watching him work.

“I would say so my dude! You leave me looking like a Rendog chew toy.” Ren told him but with a laugh in his voice, so Doc was certain it wasn’t an actual complaint. Ren reached down to stroke Doc’s head. “As long as you ain’t that chew happy on me manly bits then we all good Doc.” He soothed him so easily, fingers tracing over his robotic horn.

Doc snorted and pressed kisses over his hip to said manly bits. Ren was already aroused, cock jutting proudly. Doc nuzzled at it, staining his face fur with some of his precum. His length hot and musky against him, a paintbrush for him, as he smeared Ren’s claim all over his face, panting over it, making it twitch and bob and leak so good for him.

“Doc my dude, you are gonna have to scrub up real good for me my dude after this. Because there is no way Ren Diggity Dog can walk about his fam with you stinking of that… It is indecent!” He whinged, even though he flexed his cock, making it smack wetly against Doc’s nose, sending precum over it. So, Doc knew that Ren wasn’t that off put by it. Maybe the washing was a good idea… He didn’t want people knowing what Ren smelt like, like this. That was for him to know only.

Doc moved to catch his cock in his mouth… now done playing. He wanted to reward Ren after all. He sucked hard… knowing that going from just playing to this, would leave Ren helpless… and sure enough, Doc gagged as Ren’s cock surged to back of his throat, as the man thrusted hard, bucking into the wet pleasure Doc provided. Doc didn’t pull off though. He let Ren use him, hard, making him a mess of precum and drool, dripping from his mouth, down his chin as Ren fucked his mouth harshly. The sweet kind loving man now just a slave to his instincts and Doc was so fucking pleased that he could give that to Ren.

Soon enough Doc felt Ren grow close, his cock leaking messily in his mouth, his balls tightening, his breath and thrusts growing ragged. Doc pulled away and whined softly, voice rough from the sex. “Over my face… mark me good.” Doc begged, a hand now going to his own cock, stroking himself quickly and roughly, his own orgasm not far off.

Ren fumbled with his spit-soaked length, stroking it furiously, his hand a blur on it as he worked himself quickly… until with a loud howl he came, hard over Doc’s face… So, fucking beautiful as he gave into his wants and needs. Doc didn’t last much longer, finishing quickly over the bedspread, adding to the mess and stains already there as he was covered in Ren’s seed.

The pair finishing and falling into each other. A jumble of limbs and love as they stroked, petted and kissed each other, all giggling and light headed from the rush of the sex they just had and from just being close to each other.

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Ren had insisted that Doc was properly clean so they were a little late rejoining everyone for breakfast. Doc could barely feel the pain in his hand any more. It didn’t matter. He had Ren. He was happy. He could eat one handed… or perhaps just skip breakfast entirely, it wasn’t as if he needed it… he had really been bulking up recently, and maybe missing a meal or two would let him not have to let out his trousers yet again. Besides Ren was more than happy to feed him. The adorable caring dogman must have noticed that Doc was more interested in holding him close, instead of eating because Ren began feeding Doc slowly, just little nibbles of his food but it was enough.

Doc could see how everyone took notice apart from Ren who was dutifully looking after Doc, pressing fruit and bread to his lips. With each mouthful, Doc made sure to press kisses to Ren’s fingers. Sure enough, the simple gesture made the man smile, so Doc’s day was made. He had completed his life’s goal for the day; make Ren smile at him like that. And they hadn’t even finished breakfast. Doc grumbled happily at the man, daring to lean in and press a kiss to his temple, making him break out in giggles which of course led to Doc having to give him more kisses, all over his perfect face until Ren pushed his face away. “Doooooc we in public man… You can’t be macking on Ren-diggity-dog like this my dude.” He complained so after one more kiss Doc pulled away.

“Not my fault you deserving some Doc lovin’.” Doc whispered in his ear, seeing him shiver. “You wait to later… I have something I want to feed you.” He promised and snuck in another kiss. He pulled back, deciding to be good for now… if only to make Ren happy. Doc accepted the bits of food with only a few more finger kisses. Doc took the time to look around the cafeteria style room they were in. The corner table they had taken gave him ample opportunity to look out at the mix of dog hybrids eating, chatting and living their lives. Doc for a moment considered if this could be his life… Just hanging out with Ren on this little basic world, just being… normal.

Doc didn’t care for it truly but Ren would make it worthwhile. Doc could see how Ren fitted in here… But was that a good thing? Ren was the leader… and Xisuma… A growl escaped him for a moment. Xisuma was always busy doing stuff… is that what Ren should do? Answering the beck and call of a load of ungrateful needy people instead of being happy with Doc? That didn’t sound good at all… His previous plan of dragging Ren off to a private world sounded better… No one to bother them… Not like last time where they ended up with others… A private world… Somewhere Ren can just be happy with him… No one else needed or wanted… Ren would be all his… and he can make him happy, help him heal… they wouldn’t need a bond or anything because no one else could steal Ren away…

Doc hummed happily to himself catching Ren’s attention. “Oh man, you are looking mighty happy my dude, what is going through that big brain of yours Doc!” He asked looking up at him so cutely that Doc had to steal one more kiss, their lips meeting in almost a brush of affection… Doc didn’t feel like he was losing Ren now he had his plan so he could enjoy the man and his affection without having to demand Ren’s submission.

Doc pulled away still smiling. “Just thinking about you know the future… and all the things we are going to get up to.” He told him perfectly content and innocently. It was pretty much set in stone; they weren’t going to join the other Hermits for another world… They were going to find their own little place, and live their lives together… No interruptions, no one pulling Ren’s attention away from him. Nothing like that. Just him and Ren… Being happy. Making each other happy and living their lives. No bond needed. No Xisuma… Nothing. Just him and Ren… Happy…

Doc knew that Ren might not see it at first but it was really the best option for them. It was just a matter of slowly introducing the idea to Ren so Ren thought it was his idea and not Doc’s. That way Ren would agree to it that much easier… not that Doc would have to make Ren do anything or trick him… Doc was pretty sure that if he presented the idea to Ren right now, Ren would likely agree with him… Ren must see how good Doc was for him. How much better Ren was… Now Doc was in his life. That Ren didn’t chew his fur or wrists… he slept and ate… so he knew that Ren would agree… Ren knew that Doc knew best right.

It was just a matter of timing it…