My wonderful readers! I have published my new Ryan/Dallon/Brendon book with little!Dallon, Top!Ryan and Switch!Brendon and it would make me so happy for you to check it out and read! I know not many will, but I hope that the people that said they would will! It's called 'Little Prince' (:

I wonder if I can get 25 comments in this chapter? That's get me to 600 comments!

"You brought him with you?"

"Well I couldn't leave him in the house, Ryan!"

"And why not?"

"Because he near crapped himself when I left to get a shower! That's why!"Dallon throws his arms up in the air, his voice a hushed shout as they mate at each other over the glass counter of the music store. As much as Dallon hates the fact he has to drag Brendon out of the house to accompany him to work, he has had no other choice and he doesn't want to leave the Hybrid on his own for that long of a time.

It's nearing two weeks now that Brendon has been living with Dallon, and as much as Dallon would like to say that he has kept his distance and not gotten attached, he would be down right lying because he has gotten attached. And so has Brendon, it was obvious now when Dallon would make sure Brendon is tucked into bed at night and wake up to the Hybrid curled behind his back, or to have him mewling outside of the bathroom door every time Dallon went for a shower.

As much as Brendon is a darling - because he is, Dallon can't get enough of the Hybrids curiosity and adorableness - it's starting to get a little annoying that he still remains in his care and not with anyone else. Dallon had expected Brendon to stay for the maximum of a week, and now, he still remains living under his roof.

Staying in his little headspace didn't last long, with Brendon bouncing out of it by the third day and remaining embarrassed and excluded from Dallon for 2 days after. He'd been embarrassed that he allowed himself to sink into his little headspace around Dallon, especially since he hadn't know much of the man and you never knew what could've happened if it was anyone but Dallon, Dallon wouldn't hurt him.

"Dallon, he can't stay here."Ryan stresses, casting a glance at the Hybrid who is curiously having a look at the piano on the other side of the store, out of reach of hearing their conversation.

"And why not? You've been around him, he doesn't do no harm."Dallon says defensively, although his tone holds sweetness to it, following Ryan's gaze to look over at Brendon. The Hybrid is dressed in a pair of Hybrid made jeans, accompanied with a soft blue jumper that falls over his thighs and a pair of vans. His tail sways behind him as he leans forward to have a look at the keyboard.

"We aren't the only people working here, Dallon. And you know yourself that not everyone is okay with Hybrids."Ryan holds the urge to point any fingers. Dallon groans, banging his head off of the glass table in frustration because in a way, Ryan is right. Not everyone is okay with Hybrids and just weeks ago, Dallon wasn't completely okay with them either.

"Daddy Dal!"Brendon gasps from the other side of the room, pressing another key on the piano and giggling whenever it makes a sound.

"Daddy Dal?"Ryan raises his eyebrow at his best friend, causing Dallon to blush all the way to the tips of his ears whenever he stands up straight.

"It's only temporary, trust me. I'll find him a new owner soon."

"Sure you will, and I'm going to become king of the emo's."

"Sorry to break the news to you, buddy, but I think Pete beat you to it."Dallon smirks, pushing himself away from the glass counter to see what it is that Brendon is calling him for. He can hear Ryan engage with a conversation with a costumer behind him, giving him free time to talk to Brendon.

"Look! It makes a pretty sound."Brendon grins, showing the man as he places his index finger on one of the keys and plays a a G note. He's almost vibrating with excitement as he looks at Dallon."What is it?"

"This is a piano, it's a musical instrument used to play music."Dallon tells him, taking a seat on the long stool provided in front of the piano and patting the space beside him for Brendon to sit."These are called Keys-"

"Like House keys?"

"Different kind of Keys, baby."Dallon laughs, pressing a key at random."Each key has a different sound, and when you okay certain keys together they can create a melody of a song."As he speaks, he places his fingers over the familiar keys of the piano and plays the first few notes of a memorised song just to show Brendon what he means.

"That's so beautiful,"Brendon compliments, his kitten ears standing high as Dallon stops his piano playing."I-I wish I could play the piano."

"I can teach you if you want? I can play other instruments too, like the Bass and Guitar."Dallon speaks with so much passion as his fingers dance over the piano keys distractedly. He doesn't have the time like he use to practice his music, but when he does it was like playing for the first time all over again.

"I can't even tie my laces a-and you can make music!"Brendon gasps in awe, cautiously bringing out a hand to copy the melody that Dallon has just played, gasping whenever he can hear the same tune as before."I did it! Daddy Dal, I made music!"

"You did! Well done, Brendon!"Dallon chuckles, feeling a rush of warmth whenever Brendon grins proudly at him before turning back to piano and pressing random keys in an attempt to make his own tune. The human watches fondly for a moment, laughing whenever Brendons face creases when he makes a mistake."We can start off with simple tunes, like little nursery rhymes-"

"Excuse me? Can you help me with something?"An elderly lady is interrupting the pair, causing Dallon to turn his attention to the customer. He forces a smile onto his face, standing up from where he sits at the piano which causes Brendon to whine and grab onto his hand.

"Of course, what is it that you need help with?"He asks politely, not shaking away Brendons touch whenever the Hybrid grabs onto his hand. She is much smaller than that Dallon is, making it noticeable when she casts a disapproving glance to Brendon and then directs her attention back to Dallon.

"I'm in search for a birthday gift for my grandson, I was wondering if you could assist me on what to buy for him."She continues to speak, a tone in her vice that wasn't there before she had spotted Brendon.

"Of course, just give me one second please."He excuses, turning his attention to Brendon for a second who continues to look at him with wide, glossy brown eyes."I need to help this customer, I'll be a couple of minutes, okay? You can wonder about but don't leave the store."

Brendon nods his head hesitantly, watching as Dallon gives him a small smile before walking away to help the lady who interrupted their talk. He was enjoying listening to Dallon play the piano, it was such a calming sound and the way Dallons whole face lit up when he started talking about music was beautiful in Brendons eyes.

The piano takes up some of Brendons time, trying to remember the tune that Dallon had demonstrated for him until he comes bored with making mistakes. The store has become increasingly busy since Brendon came in, with people having a glance at all of the musical instruments or at the CDs and Vinyls that Dallon had showed him when he came in.

The Hybrid takes a wonder around the store, glancing curiously at CD cases and cocking his head at the side of others. The world is filled with so much music, Brendon had realised that over the past 2 weeks, he didn't think that music stretched out further than from the knowledge he knows, which isn't a lot but he'd like to say he has the best taste in music.

"I'm taking an early, are you good on your own?"Dallon asks, leaning over the counter so that Ryan can hear him from where he's stacking boxes in the back room. Ryan peeks his head around the corner, raising his eyebrow at the man.

"You never take an early. Are you okay?"He asks.

"I'm fine, Ry. I'm just going to grab some lunch and then take Brendon home, I think he's getting a little overwhelmed with the amount of people."He points out."So you're good?"

"Yeah,"Ryan says a little distractedly, giving his best friend a once over."Pete is coming in after his shift at subway and then we're going out for drinks anyway. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Fucking hell, can't a guy take an early without alarms blaring?"Dallon groans in annoyance, rounding the counter so he can collect his and Brendons jacket from the back room. He shrugs his coat on, pulling the collar up and taking his scarf out from his pocket.

"Drive safe,"Ryan shouts after the pair as they're both leaving the store.

"Don't set the place on fire,"Dallon calls back, the chime of the bell an indication that they've left, leaving Ryan in charge of the music store.

Dallon grabs the pair lunch before making their way home, engaging Brendon in friendly conversation which quickly turns into excitement whenever Brendon starts to speak of the different kinds of music he had found while wondering the store. It was fascinating hearing Brendon speak of the new things he's discovering, it brought back some of that innocence that the world has lost.

"Do you like playing music?"Brendon asks whenever they're sat at the kitchen table, delicately eating his sandwich that Dallon has bought him, trying his hardest not to get any of the filling on his new clothing.

"I love to,"Dallon tells him truthfully, smiling over his glass of water."I've been playing since I was young, I guess I just picked it up as a hobby, something to do during my free time and from there on I got myself into a band, it didn't last long and now I'm practicing my own stuff."He rambles on.

"Wait. You were in a band?"Brendon gasps excitedly, eyes wide and kitten ears standing."Were you famous? L-like Queen?"

"Defiantly not."Dallon laughs, shaking his head."It was a garage band, just a tiny band."

"C-can you sing?"Brendon asks mid way through a bite of his sandwich, causing his voice to be muffled.

"Yes but not well."

"I bet you sing beautifully!"Brendon reassures through a mouthful of food, a little shocked to hear Dallon speak badly of himself. He doesn't like to hear much negativity from someone like Dallon.

"Thanks,"Dallon can't help but to blush, taking a slow bite out of his own sandwich. He admits, having Brendon around has been much more of a comfort than Dallon thought, it gave him someone to talk to, it made him less lonely when he came home."How about you? Do you sing?"

"Not really,"Brendon shakes his head, his ears lowering into hair out of self consciousness at the conversation being directed towards him once more. Dallon notices the sudden change."But I like music, like Frank Sinatra and Queen and David Bowie. T-that's all I've really listened too."

"I have to introduce you to more music, I got a stash of CD's you can have a look through later on if you want. I don't look at them anymore."Dallon suggests, offering the Hybrid a smile whenever he looks up.

"You're so kind to me, thank you."The Hybrid smiles shyly, fiddling with his hands as he looks over at Dallon with those glossy brown eyes and adorable smile, kitten ears twitching in his hair innocently.

Yeah, Brendon is making his way into Dallons heart. Fuck.

Please tell me your opinions!

I'm going to have Dallon talk to Brendon about the scars soon, I have it planned

What do you think Dallon should do? Do you think he should just go with his feelings?

Who wants more characters to make an appearance?

Ryan's concern over Dallon?

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