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Pups and Tykes

Chapter 22

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to purpleranger for betaing.

I am glad you all enjoyed the last chap. I was worried because it was my first lemon and I was afraid you would all see it as pointless porn. But the reason I added it was I wanted to show a dark side to paul and show how he was affected.

He embraces the violence of the wolf better then the others, but even he fears his new instincts and how they affect his imprint.

This chap we see the return of Tony and Seth and see what they are up to, plus a quick glance at the brothers three.

Seth P.O.V

I was at home. I was in my room thinking. Thinking about what had happened. With the Makah’s, with Max and of course with Tony.

To say he had been morose and depressed since having both arms amputated was a severe understatement. I have been doing my best to try and be there for him and support him. But he hadn’t made it easy.

He was worse then Leah had been when she first became a wolf. He was angry, bitter, and did his damndest to push everyone away. He was still living at Quil’s. I had been keeping him company.

Since Richard found his imprint and knocked her up him and his family had been busy building a new house for the two of them and their baby to live in. Sadly Tony could not help. What with him not having any hands and all.

Today I was going to bring him over to my place. I had no idea what we were going to do. Hard to do things when you lack hands.

Things were tough right now. We were still reeling from Max and what he did to our wolves, Jake still in his coma, trying to find these brothers who will help us, not to mention the looming threat from Makah.

Leah was really being pushed to her max. The pack was bigger then it had ever been tempers were running high as well as egos. The Makahs way of life was clashing horribly with ours.

Luckily Leah had been able to snap Sam out of his funk. He had been a lot of help in getting the younger wolves to work with the Makahs. Now that the wolves from Sam’s pack had stronger wolf instincts and since the Makahs already had strong wolf instincts it was harder for there to be such a large pack.

It was hard enough for the Makahs to have such a large pack, but now it was worse. They fight over anything from girls, to games, to territory. I mean were in one pack now for god’s sake. Does it matter who hangs out where or who lives where?

I had been trying my best to help, but my main concern was Tony. He wasn’t doing so well. All that sparkle and shine he once had was almost gone now. All his dreams would never come true now. He could no longer play the violin, he could never drive a car, he could not type or play games, he could not feed or cook for himself, and he would always be dependant on someone for the rest of his life.

I was sometimes afraid he was suicidal. He wasn’t sleeping well, he was obnoxious and rude. If it wasn’t for the fact Leah was my sister I would have given up long ago.

Even his family was being pressed to their limits. He was rude and snappish to them to. We were all afraid for him. He had made mentions of suicide. In a joking manor, but there wasn’t much humor to them. Carlisle said we could try putting him on anti-depressants.

I couldn’t give up on him though. He was my boyfriend. He needed me now more then ever.

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Tony P.O.V

I stared at the ceiling.

Just stared and stared. I had stared so much that a little indent was beginning to form where I stared. Or that could just be some insanity talking.

The stumps that were once my lower arms were itching again. I needed to put some cream on them. I stared at my arms. Or what was left of them. Max had crushed my arms. Carlisle inspected what was left. You didn’t have to be a doctor to know we couldn’t even reattach them. Max had crushed them beyond repair.

He had torn them off just above the bend of the elbow. So I had these freaky stumps that could bend around and remind me what they had been attached to once.

I got up and walked over to my dresser. The cup of cream was on there. And guess what, it was a screw on cap. I moved the cup until it was against my stomach. Keeping it pressed with my stump I used the others stump to try and twist it off.

It didn’t work. Growling in frustration I picked it up with my arms and brought it to my mouth. I tried to grip the cap with my teeth but it was too wide. It slipped from my grip and fell to the floor.

“Shit!” I cursed.

“Need some help?”

I looked up and saw dad. He walked in my room I shared with the others and picked up the cream. He uncapped it and I felt a surge of envy. Just a little twist off a cap and I envied my dad. How messed up was that.

“Thanks,” I said. He put some of the cream in his hand and began to rub it on my stumps.

“You know if you want to come with me and the others you’re more then welcome,” he said.

“And sit and watch everyone be useful and use their hands? I think not,” I said bitterly.

“You can still help, you still have arms, and you can help lift some things.”

“Yeah, because nothing says full of spirit like an armless freak moving shit around,” I said.

“Tony.”

“Because lets face it its not like I’m good at anything else.”

“Tony.”

“But hey I still got my legs and feet; I suppose I can tap dance about that at least.”

“Tony enough!” dad snapped.

“Sorry for stating the obvious,” I snapped back.

He put his hands on my shoulders. “Son I know you’re going through a rough patch right now, but you need to try and find the positive side of this.”

“What positive side dad? I’m an armless freak! I can’t even wipe my own ass with out having someone help me. What is the positive side of that?” I asked.

“You have Seth to wipe your ass,” he said trying to be humorous.

“Oh yes dad that’s real romantic. Nothing says love and romance like having your boyfriend take care of you for the rest of your crippled life.”

“You’re not a cripple son; you just lack a pair of hands is all.”

“I can’t take care of myself, I can’t support myself, and I have to depend on those I love to take care of me. I’m a cripple dad.”

“You’re our kin Tony. Family takes care of each other; you’d do the same for us. Now get ready Seth will be here soon.”

He hugged me and left me by myself. I sighed and closed the door. Dad was right I would do the same for any of my family. But the thought of me living out the rest of my life and depending on those I love. Like a parasite living off the lives of others in order to survive.

I admit I had put a lot of thought into committing suicide. What life was this for me? What life would it be for Seth? We just got together and instead of being happy we were reduced to this? Him giving up so much to take care of me.

We were supposed to be equals. We were supposed to take care of each other. But thanks to Max I was reduced to this sad pathetic state. I still have nightmares. That night keeps on playing over and over again. Him tearing off my arms, and then sadistically crushing them beyond repair.

Why couldn’t he have taken my legs? I wondered at first. Then I realized he knew. He knew my hands were so important. He knew without them I could no longer make my sweet music.

I was never much. I had been the omega in the pack. Omegas are basically the punching bags for a pack. We’re too timid and submissive to defend ourselves and unless we have someone’s protection we were anybody’s punching bag. The only thing I ever had for me was my violin. I had always wanted to go to college and learn how to hone my skills. But because of the pack I would never be able to go to college.

I had wanted to make music, to make people hear what I hear. A sweet melody that surrounds us every second of every day. I wanted to go to concerts, I wanted to be apart of a concert, I wanted to be apart of something great and beautiful. (Not counting the wolf pack)

Now look at me. A sad crippled homo Indian kid who is also a werewolf/shape-shifter. I’m even useless as a shifter. I tried going wolf. You know what’s more pathetic than a human with no arms. A werewolf with no paws. I miss being a wolf. I miss running so fast you were a blur, I miss wrestling with my brothers, I miss feeling the earth beneath my paws, I miss touching Seth’s face as we kiss, I miss cooking my own food, I miss being able to draw, I miss being able to make a phone call, I miss being able to type on a computer, I miss being able to play a video game, I miss being able to wash myself in the bathroom, I miss being able to feel Seth’s hair between my fingers, I miss being able to hug someone without feeling awkward, I miss tracing Seth’s lips with my finger tips.

But most of all I miss making music. I miss the feeling of the vibrations from the strings on the violin; I miss the movements of the bow as I moved it over each and every string. I miss the feel of the wood in my hand; I miss the feeling of my finger tips stretching the strings to adjust the volume of the music.

Why? Why did it have to be my hands? Why couldn’t it have been my legs? I have a better chance in life if I had no legs. I could still make my music, still take care of myself, still touch Seth, and still be more useful then now. People never really appreciate having a pair of hands. It’s all about the legs. Well let me tell you legs are underrated. It’s the hands that really matter.

A dark form began to cloud my mind. A familiar feeling of shame and despair filled me. Was this how I was going to spend the rest of my life? So sad, so pathetic, so small.

Unable to deal with this pain I quickly went to my bed. I reached under and felt what I wanted. With a little patience I picked the box up and with my teeth I unlocked the locks. I threw open the lid and looked at my violin.

I tipped the box over and it tumbled from the box. The bow fell on top of it and I tossed the box to the ground. I sat down on the bed and placed the violin in my lap. Using my stumps I picked up the bow. “Come on!” I growled.

I tried to move the bow against the violin. It wasn’t working. Violins work best with hands, not on your lap. Growling in frustration I put the bow in my mouth and used my stumps to try and pick up my violin. At an awkward angel I tried to play.

The sounds were awkward and horrible. I wanted to make sweet music, not this horrible shrieking sound that was making my ears hurt. My music was my release from the world, when ever I was sad, or angry, or lonely I would play my violin.

But now look at me! I am pathetic! Just a sad cripple who was more useless now then I was before. I ground my teeth in anger and the bow snapped. “FUCK!” I shouted.

I threw the Violin to the ground and it smashed into a dozen pieces. I stared at the pile of wood horrified by what I had just done. “No!” I began to cry I knelt down and tried to gather the pieces back together. Tear drops fell from my eyes and landed on the broken wood.

I had so many good memories with this violin. How many hours did I practice with it? How much of my soul had I put into it? It was like an extension of myself. And I smashed it.

I stared at my stumps. I began to shake. Anger and rage coursed through my body. I hated this. I hated Max for what he did, I hated life for doing this, I hated myself for not being stronger, and I hated fate for making me gay in a non-gay culture, giving me a boyfriend then yanking the happiness out from under me. I was just so full of hate.

I phased then. My cloths went flying in all directions and my face slammed onto the floor. I tried to sit up but I had no paws to support my weight. All I could do was lie on my side and cry huge tear drops from my eyes. I was right next to the broken pile that had been my violin.

I stared at it. My violin, the extension of my body, a piece of my soul made real. The symbol of whom and what I was. Shattered, unfixable, like me. Broken, useless.

Why was I even crying? It’s not like I could ever play it again. But looking at it, see the pieces left….it was just a reminder of my life now. Broken and barely worth anything now. God how can this get any worse?

The door opened and Seth stood in the door way. “Tony?” he asked.

Great, just great.

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Seth P.O.V

I opened Tony’s door and found him in wolf form on the ground. “Tony?” I said confused.

He looked at me and there were tears flowing down his face. His eyes held a painful mixture of shame, hate, and fear. I saw his violin was next to his head, it was broken. “Oh Tony,” I said.

I walked in and shut the door. I didn’t want someone to see him like this. It would only add to his shame if his dad or other family members saw this. His family had been smothering him with attention. I understood why they were but even I thought they were over doing it. If they saw him in this state it would only worsen things.

I walked up to him and began to pet his head. “Come on, phase back,” I said.

He didn’t do anything. Just sat there with his eyes closed.

“Come on Tony, phase back. Its okay I’m here now.”

He shuddered and phased back. He cried on the ground, so helpless and so naked. I eased his head on my lap and began to run my fingers through his hair. Gently, soothing. He reached with his stumps and picked up a piece of his bow. It had been snapped in half.

“Tony what happened?” I asked.

“I was trying to play,” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

“I had to try Seth.”

“Tony…you know you can’t, remember last time.”

Last time had been a few days after the fight with Max I found Tony in his bed crying. He had been trying to play his violin. When I tried to stop him he snapped and got so mad he phased. He fell to the ground and thrashed around, unable to stand because of his stumps.

The commotion attracted the others and they came running in to see what was wrong. It took a mixture of me and his brothers to make him stop thrashing around. It took a few hours but we got him calmed down enough to phase back to human.

“I know!” he snapped. “But it’s the only way I know how to vent. The only way I can get it all out…I had to try Seth. I have this desire building up in me to play, but I can’t and it’s driving me crazy!”

I leaned down and kissed his forehead. I took the broken bow piece and put it back in the pile. “Come on, let’s get you dressed and out of here, let’s go for a walk. I was thinking maybe we can go to Jake’s and see him real quick,” I said.

“Seth I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me,” he said.

I grabbed his face and made him look at me. “I am not sorry!” I said firmly. “All I want is for you to be happy Tony, I don’t care how many limbs you lack, nothing will change the way I feel for you.”

“But I’m a freak…a useless freak; I can’t even help you fight. Why would you want to be with me?”

“Because I love you.”

He brought his left stump up and caressed my face. I didn’t shudder or move away. I nuzzled his mutilated arm like when you move in to a lovers touch. Tony and I had yet to do anything too physical. We hadn’t had the chance before the fight.

“What did I ever do to deserve a guy like you?” he asked.

“You were born,” I smiled.

I kissed him on the lips and he kissed me back. I trailed my hand down his back and he shivered. My hand traveled all the way to his bare ass and I gave it a quick squeeze. “Seth!” he jumped.

I smiled at him and kissed him on the head. “Come on, let’s get going.”

I helped him up. He got shy when he realized he was naked in front of me. I did my best not to look at anything private. But I couldn’t help but glance at his ass every now and then. I didn’t want him to feel like I was frustrated or anything.

The ass squeeze had just been to show I did not care about his appearance. I had helped him bath and change. He had protested strongly at first but since everyone was busy fixing Max’s mess it was up to me and he relented. He always shied away from my touch, like he was ashamed.

I got him dressed real quick and tidied up his room. I got a plastic bag and put what was left of the violin in the bag and put it under the bed. I didn’t want to throw it away. Tony looked like he wanted to cry when I was tossing it in the bag. I didn’t want to hurt him more by tossing it in the trash.

We left the house, locking it on the way out. Tony wore a hoodie and kept his arms in his pockets. None of the normal folk knew about his arm loss. We were keeping that quiet.

We talked a little on the way to Jake’s. I told him what had been up with the pack and everything. I did most of the talking. It wasn’t like he had much to say, he hadn’t been out much.

“Mom is coming to stay for a while,” he said. “She is thinking about just moving out here.”

“I swear all you Makahs moving in here, we might as well just move your whole damn tribe in,” I said.

“Yeah, seriously. What do the norms have to say about the sudden increase in their population?” he asked.

“Elders told them it’s a joint thing between us and Makah. They sent a whole bunch of their people over to help with renovations, fix broken houses, help the community, and stuff like that.”

“Well we are trying to help the community in a way. Any word on those brothers three?”

“No, I have been looking all over the internet. Nothing. No legends, no myths, no stories, no movies, no aliases. I even checked the social networks. MySpace, twitter, facebook.”

“Facebook?” he asked raising an eye brow.

“I wanted to be sure,” I said blushing.

He laughed. “Vampires and facebook, they could call it fang book.”

We laughed.

“Carlisle has been calling all his vampire friends and see what they know. He hasn’t called those Volturi guys though. They’re the oldest coven in the world. Some of them predate Jesus by a thousand or more years. But he is afraid if they learn what’s going on around here they might use it as an excuse to kill us shifters by saying we’re a threat to the secret and all.”

“Hasn’t that psychic vampire been able to find them?”

“No, it’s weird. Alice says it’s like something is blocking her from finding them. Like something is interfering with her visions.”

“What could possibly be powerful enough to stop her from seeing something?”

“We don’t know, makes me a little cautious about these guys. I mean we don’t know who they are or what they are.”

“I hope we find them soon. The thought of us beating Max only to lose to Tristan and the nexus sucks ass,” he said.

“Yeah, I know. Merck has been trying to find the location of the nexus, he still hasn’t figured out how Tristan found it. We’re hoping if we find it we can take it from him,” I said.

We talked a little longer. We drew closer to Jake’s and we saw a few cars parked there. I recognized Edward’s Volvo right away. We knocked on the door…or I did I mean and Edward answered. “Hello Seth, Tony,” he greeted.

“Hi Edward, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“Trying to help the shaman. He is trying some techniques to pull Jake out of his come, I’m trying to listen in and see if there is any change.”

“Is there?”

He shook his head. We went inside. Emily, Kim and Nessie were fixing the house. Billy would be coming home in a few days and they wanted the house to be perfect for him.

“Hello Seth, hello Tony,” Nessie greeted.

“Hey Seth, Tony,” Emily and Kim greeted us.

“Cullen get in here!” Merck called.

Edward sighed. “I swear that man is using up all my patience.”

“Cut him some slack,” Leah said walking from Jake’s room. “He’s pissed about the nexus thing and not being able to wake Jake up is hitting him in his shaman pride. Hey guys.”

“Hey Leah, can we see Jake?” I asked.

“Sure, come on in.”

We followed her and Edward to Jake’s room. Jake was in his bed. Jasper and Carlisle were in there too. Merck had a large stand up. Propped up on it was a large old yellow piece of paper. There were stones scattered on it. Some were larger then others, some had different colors from black to white.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“It’s a map of the dream world,” Tony said. “We use it to help wake people trapped in the dream world. Shamans also use it to help them in their vision quests.”

“Wow…is it working?” I asked.

“Hell no it’s not working!” Leah growled. “This is the biggest waste of time! We’ve been at this for hours and not a damn thing has changed.”

“This is a mystical come, magic must solve magic!” Merck snapped at her. “I know what I am doing; the path I have laid for him will help lead him into the land of waking…or straight to the realm of never ending nightmares.”

“What! You don’t even know if you’re leading him to the right place! For god’s sake if you’re going to bury him in la, la land at least place him somewhere he can be happy!”

“This isn’t an exact science! Space has no meaning in the dream world. It is infinite and resonates through the consciousness of all living things. I don’t want to accidentally get him stuck in someone else dream.”

“Oh enough of this!” Leah snapped. She walked up to Jake and gripped his shoulders and began to shake him. “Wake up Black right now!”

“Will you stop doing that woman?” Merck yelled.

A wave of calm filled the room. I was wondering if this was why they brought Jasper. For Jake or for Leah and Merck.

Nessie came in with a bowl of soup. She was two years old now but she looked eight. “Enough, time for his lunch,” she said.

She sat the soup on the table and jumped up next to Jake. Edward held him up so she could get the soup in Jakes mouth without spilling it down his mouth. Nessie had been diligently by his side. She spent her whole day at Jake’s now, waiting for him to wake up. She would stay all the time but Edward and Bella said she had to come home.

With all the excitement going on with the pack and the potential danger from Makah they wanted her close. Leah allowed the Cullens on our land to help with Jake. We had to be careful, with the wolves new instincts they were more volatile around the Cullens.

Merck tried moving the stones around on the paper. “Okay, maybe this will help.”

“Let me try,” Leah said. She walked over and began moving stones around. “Lord knows a man couldn’t read a map if his life depended on it.”

“Don’t do that you’re leading him straight to the realms of pain!”

“Better then the realm of never ending nightmares!” she snapped.

“Are you trained in the mystic arts! No, so back off and let a professional do this!”

“Well we’ll just be going now,” I said.

They ignored us and continued to bicker with one another. We said bye to Kim and Emily as we left and headed back to my house. We didn’t talk as we left. Tony seemed to be in deep thought about something.

We arrived at my house. Which was now fully fixed? All the things we could replace we did. You couldn’t tell that a few weeks ago it had been ransacked and wrecked. Sam and the others helped fix it.

We walked into the kitchen and I began to make us a sandwich. I hummed to myself as I worked. I put his sandwich in front of him and sat down next to him already digging in. After I finished I picked his up and held it up for him to bite into. He didn’t open his mouth.

“Come on Tony, aren’t you hungry?” I asked.

“Seth, it’s over,” he said.

“What?”

He looked at me and I put the sandwich down. “Us, it’s over.”

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“Seth lets face it, this relationship isn’t going to go anywhere. You might as well just take me home and leave me alone.”

“Tony.”

“No, I’m serious Seth. It’s nice of you to humor me and try to make me feel better but lets be real, I know you didn’t want this. Who would?”

“Tony please don’t say that,” I said.

“You want to spend the rest of your life taking care of me? Bathing me, feeding me like I’m a baby? Is that how you want to spend the rest of your days?”

He looked away from me. Bitterness clung to him like a second scent. I grabbed his face and made him look at me. He tried to fight me, he pushed at me with his stumps but I made him look at me.

“Look at me Tony; I don’t care about your arms. I don’t care I have to take care of you. When are you going to realize that?”

“Maybe I don’t want your help, maybe I am sick and tired of you, you ever think of that?”

I smiled. “I know what you’re trying to do Tony and it isn’t going to work. After everything you and me have been through you think I am going to just dump you over a little thing like losing your arms?”

“But how can you want to spend the rest of your life with a cripple?” he asked.

His eyes had pain in them. Pain that comes when you think someone is lying to you, pain when you think someone will leave you and you will lose something good and dear to you. It wasn’t easy, I admit. It was frustrating and took a lot of time. But it was worth it.

Tony needed me now, more then ever. He lost his arms trying to protect me. It wasn’t guilt that kept me with him, it wasn’t honor, it was love. Love that had slowly grew between us over these few months. A desire to see his happiness return, to see that light in his eyes once again shine.

I would not leave him, not now not ever because in the weeks I spent taking care of him I learned some things about myself. No matter how bad things get, no matter how much he pushes me away I won’t leave him. I love him.

“Because, I love you stupid,” I smiled. I leaned forward and kissed him.

“You’re not doing this because you feel sorry for me?”

“No, I do it because I love you and I want to make you happy.”

He hugged me. His head rested against my shoulder. “I’m sorry Seth. I’m so sorry,” he cried.

I didn’t ask for what he was asking for. I knew what. It was guilt. I knew he felt guilty for having to depend on me and his family now. I had a long talk with his dad and brothers about what to do. The best we figured was to be there for him. To help him, to love him.

“Its okay Tony, I’m here, I’m not going no where.”

“I’m so selfish. I should make you hate me, I should push you away. I shouldn’t make you be with me out of pity.”

“Weren’t you listening? I am not here because of pity; I am here because I-love-you.”

He smiled and hugged me tightly. “I love you to, I’m sorry for being such an ass.”

“Its okay, we’ll be fine, I promise. Besides Carlisle might be able to fit you with some prosthetic arms that would give you some more liberties.”

“That sounds great.”

After he let me feed him we went upstairs to my room. We undressed until we were in our undies and we fell on my bed. We kissed, we caressed but it went no further. Eventually he fell asleep and I held him, listening to his steady breathing.

My life had changed so much, I was a werewolf, I was a practicing homosexual, and I had to fight killer vampires and crazy werewolves. Who says life is boring?

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The brothers P.O.V

In a dark cavern lit by candles and a fire the brothers three sat in a circle around the fire holding hands. They sat with their legs crossed and their eyes were closed. They did not move or breathe, had you seen them you would wonder if they were alive.

Finally the middle brother snapped his eyes open and growled. “God damn it!”

The oldest brother sighed. “Patience Akakios.”

“Patience my ass! How in the hell are we supposed to wake that idiot up if that bitch and old geezer keep messing around with his mind!”

“We must try; we have to bring him back to the waking world.”

“I don’t see why we have to get involved, none of our business Aristides,” Akakios said.

“Ekion saw us help,” Aristides said referring to their younger brother.

“If he saw you jump of a bridge would you do it?”

“Seeing how it wouldn’t kill me, probably yes. Might even be fun,” Aristides smiled.

“I just don’t want us to be dragged into any shit okay? We have stayed hidden this long, why break our silence now?”

“Ekion sees us helping the Quileute’s. Plus if the nexus is opened it will affect us to, you know that.”

Akakios rubbed his head like he was trying to rid himself of a head ach. “It’s just so hard; if he was dead this would be so much easier. I wish they would stop jerking him around dream world, just when I lock on to him he disappears.”

“We must keep going, time is of the essence and they must be told the story.”

“They know the Volturi brother; what if Aro reads their minds? Then he’ll know we are alive and will come for us.”

“It’s a risk we must take,” Aristides said.

“It is coming, he is coming, they are coming, it is all coming together, just like before, all this has happened before, it will happen again,” the younger brother Ekion said.

Akakios’s stern face softened when he looked at his younger brother. “There’s that face again. I can feel him in the dark moving around, he is so restless.”

“He’s been waiting for this moment for a long time, can you blame him. Now let us continue.”

They held hands again and closed their eyes. “Just remember I said this was a bad idea,” Akakios said.

Fusedtwilight: Poor Tony. Seth is such a nice guy. Why must the brothers meet with Jake and what story must they tell? The answers are coming soon and the threat of the nexus opening is only the tip of the ice berg. Please review.
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