#dogshit!chron

Yaoi.

YAOI YAOI YAOI YAOI

Never knew why he called him that. Never understood just how deeply rooted his obsession was with him. Not a single clue why. Well, maybe it was because Chris had taught others how to pieces of DogShit with his TV shows and hosting gigs. Pain equals laughter. Laugh at the teenagers who risk their lives for nothing more than a billionaires pocket change. Don had just wanted to make things right, Chris was going to in-sensitize the next generation… that, and the fact that he was acting upon his own jealousy. Jealousy breeds both contempt and obsession. So, Don found it fit to kidnap Chris and lock him in his dingy old basement, even had the gall to take a shitty photo of them on an old camera. Finally got what he wanted.

Don could handle a question, might get emotional but he could handle it.

Chris could hardly.

It had been about 6 months since he first entered that basement, sometimes Don wouldn’t feed him, that was okay. Chris could talk to the hallucinations in his head by now. There was also sleep, sleep was good when it came easy. Sometimes, he’d imagine Chef was standing next to him, broad arms crossed over broad, brown chest, gruff voice calling him out. Telling him to man-up.

Telling him to get up and take Don head on. Not so sure if he could do that.

How do you take a man on in a fist fight if you could hardly handle his words?

How do you throw hands with the same man who beat you down int a sniffling mess in the corner of you so much as answered him back wrong?

How do you punch the monster who excuses himself and all of his actions as human because ‘it was for your own good’?