Inside a large extravagant bedroom, under the comfy covers of a California king bed, there lays two figure wrapped tightly together.

The bigger of the two begins to move around, but having found that it was slightly difficult; he began to examine the source and found himself starring directly at the smaller figure.

Damon was not surprised upon seeing Forrest sleeping beside him, was he mesmerized? most definitely, surprised? far from it.

There has not been one morning were Damon has woken up to not see Forrest sleeping beside him.

This has been going on since the month after the first night he let Forrest sleep with him. No matter what he did Forrest was always the first thing he saw in the morning.

Damon tried everything possible to keep this from happening, yet Forrest was always here in his bed as they cuddle.

Damon tried really hard, he really really did, but it seems as if Forrest was a unstoppable force that never failed to get his job done.

When Damon was out of the country or staying in a hotel Forrest wound miraculously appear in his bed out of nowhere, and every time he asked him how he would always reply with with the word "magic".

Even Damon one night stands that usually stayed till morning would disappear and he would wake up to the smiling face of Forrest.

Damon doesn't know if he should feel amazed or terrified at the lengths Forrest would go through just to share a bed with him.

But if he was being completely honest with himself Damon actually finds waking up to a snuggling Forrest very satisfying.

He had this nagging feeling that Forrest was ment to be his and his alone, that Forrest was tailor made just for him and only him, but he knows that he wasn't the only one to feel attraction from him.

Everyone feels that way about Forrest, hell even the cops said he was jail bait no one could resist and it sure doesn't help that the boy was a natural flirt.

Twenty people once died simply because they placed their eyes upon the heavenly sixteen year old Forrest making their hearts speed up until it bursts.

But even given those situations Damon couldn't stop the thought that his feelings were different.

Damon would never admit this out loud but he has this deep unhealthy obsession with his nephew that grows more and more as Forrest grows up.

His mental health was way pass broken when Forrest turned sixteen, and now looking at this godly being at the age of eighteen was even more damaging for him.

Keeping the monster and it's thoughts inside a cage in the far back of his head was truly challenging.This boy was really bad for Damon's heart, mind and soul.

Soon Damon began to see Forrest waking up so he quickly began putting his game face on as he got ready for bloody war.

Forrest eyes was lidded with is long hair spread measly on top of his head. He rubbed as much sleep out of his eye as he could and began to got up to set on top of Damon's navel, exposing his long tender and creamy legs wearing nothing but one of Damon's shirt.

Smiling down sleepily at Damon as the morning light shined brightly around him, Forrest kissed Damon's cheek and started to sign him his usual greeting.

Morning papi!

Damon never said he was winning the war, but in his case it was only because the other side likes to use underhanded methods.

Okay let's go get ready together!

And he's fucked, see underhanded methods, let's deflect the subject.

The last thing Damon needed was a bath with Forrest. Forrest was to touchy and Damon was to reactive.

Forrest could touch him indirectly and always get a reaction out of him, now imagine Forrest directly touching him. It was like you could almost see him struggle against waves.

As they were eating breakfast Damon tapped on the table to get Forrest attention. When Forrest felt the table shake he swiftly turned his head towards Damon just in time to catch whatever was thrown at him.

Forrest opened his hands to be shown the sight of his hearing aids. Sending Damon a grateful smile he quickly put his aids in and adjusted them.

Throughout the years Forrest never had a birthday present from Damon, every time he ask Forrest what he wanted he would just tell him he would save it for later. Damon has absolutely no idea as to what the boy was saving it for.

Forrest got up and came back with a stack of papers and a pen in his hands. He placed the papers gently in front of Damon and handed him the pen.

Damon couldn't believe what he was reading right now, this couldn't be true.

In that vary moment a lot of Forrest's past actions began to make since, he knew he wasn't delusional, but wait he was also seeing these thing when Forrest was four, so maybe he was delusional.

Just as Forrest was about to go on Damon cut him off because for he was getting a headache this was going nowhere and it was just plain confusing.

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That was the first time Forrest ever said or used his name. Looking a those beautiful unwavering eyes And light smile on the person he loved most Damon didn't have the heart to disappoint him.

And with the click of a pen and voice full happiness letting the words was the most easiest thing that fell from his lips.

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