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He was here. He actually showed up. Doofus' Friend Present had actually came to his birthday party. That was truly the best present any one of the fakes here could have gotten him. Llewellyn had come to his mansion with some blonde woman, most definitely not his family, but no one here was ever actually related. That was part of the fun, however, watching his guests go at each other's throats for the chance to gain part of his fortune. 

That's what Doofus had been hoping would draw in his darling Llewellyn, the money. And it worked, the bait worked. He watched him from afar, the very last of the guests to arrive, before his servants announced his 'arrival' to the party. Although that had been his original plan, that was before his Llewellyn showed up. While his attention was on the giant shell display set up in the middle of the pool, Doofus took the opportunity to get close to him. He effectively trapped him against the pool, before announcing his arrival. "Hellowyn, Llewellyn." 

He watched gleefully as he watched his Friend Present screamed and jumped, before quickly turning around and rightfully correcting himself. "I mean.. Happy Birthday!" 

He smiled, looking his Llewellyn in his eyes for a moment before addressing all the other, less important, party guests. "It warms my heart to see all my wonderful friends and your loving parents. It reminds me," He moved in closer to Llewellyn, though without outwardly paying him any mind. "Of my dear, departed Geememama." His servants repeated the phrase, reminding him of their inconsequential existence. "The only parent I've ever known." He smirked a bit, though didn't pay attention to whatever else they may have had to say. He announced that he knew that there were liars, exposing one man, he already forgot his name, just to show that none of them were safe. It was monotonous, the same schemes, different guests. He only paid attention when he heard his Friend Present whisper to the woman that he could "smell lies". It was cute, how panicked he got at the smallest thing Doofus did. 

He ended up dropping the man into his Honey Bin, getting rid of the least convincing guests along with him. There were three total "families" left, one of them being his Llewellyn's of course. Another of which was Mark Beaks, with a child that looked a lot like him, could they actually be real? Possible. Hm. He pondered this a moment before moving on to the next pair. This being Flintheart Glomgold, who was doing a pitiful ventriloquist act; it was entertaining, soothing in a way, how he puppeted his "son". He mostly just watched as the guests intermingled with eachother, though he occasionally exchanged conversation with "Sharkbomb", the Scottish one's puppet. 

Soon enough, each family began trying to expose one another, showing pictures of their kid. The Grey Parrot had a lot, clearly some sort of social media influencer. All precious family memories, reminding him dearly of his tragically departed Geememama, which he made sure to show his guests. Scotsman had some tacky 80's esque photos of him with the puppet, not convincing at all, though sort of cute in their own right he supposed. Llewellyn's.. mother? Whatever they had claimed she was, she didn't seem to have any pictures of him, considering the fact that his Friend Present had snuck off toward the photo booth. Doofus found this odd, not because they were being fake and blatantly suspicious, but how anyone who's ever met his Llewellyn could not have any pictures of him. He had several himself, something he's certain that his Friend Present would appreciate. 

Llewellyn returned as quickly as he could have, the Blonde Lady having stalled for much longer than was believable. Had he not had been partial to him, he would have likely been escorted out of the party. At the very least, the Woman would have. 

...

That's an idea.

He could easily drop the woman into his honey bin, drop all the other insignificants as well. Keep his Llewellyn this time, of course. Afterall, this time he could be more careful. Keep his Darling away from the likes of even his servants. He would keep him forever, could give him everything he could ever want, everything he could ever need..

Later, perhaps.

"That's nice."  He responded to the photo he'd been shown of his Friend Present, having just been staring in it's direction for a moment. Not the best picture, but it was charming in a way. Bored of this part of the game, he announced the next activity, "Pool time!" His servants had ripped his normal clothes off, revealing his swim suit, and proceeded to carry him off and into the pool. He made a mental note to grab the picture later.

"Sharkbomb, get in the pool you wee whippersnapper! Don't tell me what to do, old man! 'Old man'?! Could an old man do this?!" The Scotsman proceeded to argue loudly with himself, crashing Doofus' scooter to prove a point. To the puppet. What an inconveniencing old man. He was kind of glad that he would be the next to go.

He listened passively as his Llewellyn and his "Aunt Goldie", as he'd figured out through their conversation, came up with a quick scheme to get the Scotsman, Glomgold, removed from the party. 

Llewellyn swam over to the puppet, asking to talk to it in private. He didn't bother listening to what he'd say, already knowing the jist of what was happening. He still found himself watching the two intently, just to watch the show unfold, of course. 

Unfold it did, he remarked to himself casually as the elderly man screamed, "You're makin' me look like a fool!!" at the puppet. The man and his "son" tussled for a moment until he'd finally gotten the upper hand and tore Sharkbomb's head off. What a performance. He tried to quickly stick the puppet's head back on with his saliva, gross, and shot Doofus a thumbs up. Remarkable audacity from this one. He ended up dropping the man into his honey bin, even though he stubbornly held onto the edge of the pit.

"Don't let go, Sharkbomb!!" The Scotsman screamed at the puppet before letting go and tacking on a quick, "Don't tell me what to dooooooo!"

Certainly an odd man.

And with that, all that's left to do is to get rid of the parrot family. The boy, Boyd, shoved his Friend Present all the way out of the pool, knocking him into the bouncy castle.

 That. Brat.

He had half a mind to remove the parrots from the party right then and there, maybe leave the smaller one in the honey bin to rot, but to keep it semi-fair, he had to let Llewellyn and his aunt handle the heathen. He could tell from the looks on their faces that they would get rid of him. Doofus just had to play along with whatever they thought up.

That didn't make his anger at the parrot lessen. He just covered it up a bit.

The kid was surprisingly easy to like, or at least pretend to like. He was playing with the pinball machine, allowing Doofus to pet him as he did so. However, he knew this wasn't going to last much longer. He could hear Llewellyn and his Aunt talking, finding a way to get rid of the boy next to him. 

"He's a robot!" He heard the two of them exclaim in hushed tones. For a moment he was baffled, but he supposed it made sense. The kid was too good to be true. He didn't really get along with most real kids, the only exception being his Llewellyn. Now, the question is, what was his Friend Present going to do about the robo-boy?

Doofus supposed he would soon find out, as the previously hidden pair emerged from the other side lf the arcade game. 

"Wow, Boyd, you said you've only been playing since yesterday?" Llewellyn asked, seemingly innocent. Doofus knew better. He watched the two converse with curious eyes.

"Yes! Daddy took me to Funzo's, and we played all the games, and then we had icecream and flew kites!!" The overcomplicated microwave said excitedly.

"Big day," his Llewellyn feigned interest, a smirk playing at his beak as he asked, "What did you do two days ago?"

"I.. I can't seem to remember," the robot parrot started panicking, moving away from the game and looking to his creator for guidance. "Why can't I remember?!"

The taller parrot looked almost equally as panicked, "I dunno, sport. Uh, maybe it was all that ice cream, huh?" He attempted to explain away the detail he so obviously neglected to program.

Doofus, to keep up the act, moved toward the boy-bot, cradling the smaller's head in his arms. "What's wrong with my friend?" he asked to no one in particular, though giving his Friend Present a pointed look before glaring at his servant, who was carrying more presents into the room. "Is it something my butler did?" The man in question dropped his presents to the ground, rude, looked around, and proceeded to jump off the balcony of the treehouse. A smart decision, he supposed.

His Llewellyn carried on with agitating the robot. "I think he's a little overstimulated," He replied to Doofus and then turned his attention back to the fake parrot, "We'll have to remember that for your birthday. Hey, when were you born again?" An innocent, curious looking smile crossed his face as he asked him this, likely knowing that it would be the breaking point of the already overstimulated bot.

"Yesterday!" He said cheerfully, but quickly realizing his error and glitching & attempting to correct himself, "Wait, that's not right."

The inventor of the machine seemed even more worried, letting out a string of "no"s before shouting, "Do not peek behind the curtain of reality, bud!!" 

This didn't stop the little robot from starting his rampage, in fact it may have made it worse. "Does not compute. Compute? No, I am not a computer," He destroyed various things around his playroom, flipping the cake onto his maid and shooting lazers at and into his elevator. With one last call of, "I am a definitely real booyyyyyy," He finally tired himself out, his eyes melting out before falling into the pool. He was mildly disturbed by the scene as it played out.

The oversized can opener's creator spoke up after a few seconds of hesitation. "Oh man! I'm gonna need, like, a real big bag of rice!" 

"My party!" Doofus exclaimed, gazing around at his ruined treehouse as he simultaneously dropped the grey parrot through one of his trapdoors. He couldn't think of what that one led to in the moment, being overcome with anger at the trainwreck that had been made around him. He ran around in a blind rage, likely making the situation worse. 

Eventually he ran back to his Llewellyn, calm enough to confront him about the problems he (and his aunt, he supposed) had caused. "I swore, after last year, no one's eyes would melt out of their heads!" he shouted animatedly, following up immediately with, "Who is responsible for this?!?" Even though he knew who. 

His Llewellyn seemed panicked, looking to his aunt and whispering something about running out of people to blame. Said family member in question, though, immediately pinned the blame on his innocent Llewellyn. She pointed at the boy with a claim of, "He did it," Leaving his Friend Present with a look of horror and betrayal on his face as he made a little shout of bewilderment. As if it wasn't already on him, Doofus' attention was now solely on Llewellyn. He smiled maniacally at the boy, thinking over the next course of action. "Llewellyn Duck, I am so disappointed..." Doofus has stopped listening to her for a moment, tuning back in to hear the end of her rambling, "...Who raised you?!"

"Not you, lady!" His Llewellyn screamed at her before turning to Doofus, practically pleading as he attempted to save himself, "She is a fraud, sh-" The lady clamped a hand over his poor Present, cutting him off mid sentence. Doofus hated her more with every breath she took.

She said something towards his servants, he hadn't any clue what though. His gaze was still trained on his Llewellyn, certain as to what his next move was. If he wanted to keep the boy this time, he'd have to make sure he couldn't escape. This lady was turning on him quickly, so all he had to do was get her to leave. His Llewellyn would be left here alone, and that would leave Doofus to take care of him. What a wonderful birthday gift he was going to get. The thought played over and over in his mind, making him absolutely giddy. His Gift was looking at him as if he knew exactly what he was thinking. Such a clever boy he was.

The woman came back over, ushering his Present away and towards the door, telling him off as she did so. "You march home right this instant. And to teach you a lesson, I'm going to take your gift bags and donate them to charity." She crouched down to whisper something to his Friend Present, which just further enraged the boy. While they were distracted, he pulled out the phone that the robot had been controlled by. The two continued to whisper back and forth for another moment, then the lady straightened up and declared, "I want you gone, mister!" 

This gave Doofus an opening. "That can be arranged," He told her, flaunting the phone to the pair for a second before he began to type in commands. He set the boybot to kill mode, and in a matter of seconds it was re-emerging from his pool, eyes trained on His Birthday Gift. He was certain it must have said something, but all of his attention was on His Llewellyn. The boy was terrified as he came to realize the situation he was now in, face slowly draining of all color. He drank that horror in graciously, fear painting his face beautifully pale. 

It took off after it's target, and the chase began. Doofus typed in commands when necessary, making sure that it would eventually capture it's prey, but His Friend Present was dodging skillfully for now. It was cute, the boy kept making attempts to stop the killbot, trying to plead and reason with it as he ran away. But it was also annoying, that he didn't even make an attempt to beg it's controller for mercy. Perhaps he knew it'd be futile. But perhaps that was the reason he put the chase to an end, having the overdramatized alarm clock shoot a rope out of it's mouth and tying up his Gift. And if the boy got a little roughed up from being dragged on the ground? Well, that was just a little cherry on top, wasn't it?

"What are you doing?!" His Present's aunt asked him incredulously. He had forgotten she was still here, and she seemed appalled at the scenery unfolding in front of her. An unexpected set back, but he would find a work-around. He had to. His Llewellyn could not going to escape again.

"It's piñata time. I'm the world champion," he bragged to her,  gesturing towards his display of previous victims. "But I've never hunted the most dangerous piñata... Man." He grinned sadistically, looking up at His Gift, who was now being properly strung up. The poor thing was still trying to talk his way out of it, panic setting in as he realized he wouldn't be able to. 

Doofus would never actually let the thing kill His Friend Present, wouldn't even dream of it. But as the robot began swinging it's newly acquired baseball bat at His Dear Llewellyn, he thought about letting it get close to it. The boys eyes shut as it got closer and closer, awaiting the inevitable.

Suddenly, the woman accompanying His Birthday Gift was darting into the narrow gap between the boy and the robot. "STOP!!" She cried out, cringing backward as the easy-bake-oven wannabe continued swinging. 

Doofus' grin only widened as the bat crashed into her head, knocking her out and onto the floor. A small pool of blood began to spread on the floor around her. He had made sure to keep His Precious Llewellyn safe from harm, stopping and powering down the robot immediately after the woman had been hit. 

"Dispose of her," He said idly to his servants, though his eyes didn't stray from the boy hanging in front of him. Petrified eyes met his own, the only sound around them was the footsteps of his staff as they cleaned up the mess that was made on the floor. "See to it she gets her party favors as well."

"I should probably help them with that, so if you could just please let me down i could get out of your hair," His Gifts voice got smaller and smaller as Doofus approached him, only stopping when they were mere inches apart. How cute that he thought that he could leave now, that he could leave ever. 

He distantly heard the clank of the precious metals as they faded out and were brought to the elevator by his servants, but that didn't matter. He had gotten the only thing on this Earth that he really wanted for his birthday this year, that's all that mattered. The only thing he hadn't been able to buy. "You don't need to do anything more, My Dear. You've given me a great birthday gift, Llewellyn," He told him as he placed a hand on the boys cheek, cradling his face. He smiled sweetly at his Friend Present. "Yourself."

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"You don't need to do anything more, My Dear. You've given me a great birthday gift, Llewellyn," He told him as he placed a hand on the boys cheek, cradling his face. He smiled sweetly at his Friend Present. "Yourself."

The boy in front of him recoiled at his words, or at least as much as he could whilst still being tied up. Ungrateful, Doofus thought at first, but perhaps it was shock. Whatever the case, such behavior would not be tolerated in the future. Instead of teaching him in that moment, though, Doofus merely patted his Llewellyn on the head.

"You're adorable, you know that?" He informed him as he reached into his pocket where he'd likely keep his phone. "You won't be needing this anymore, my dear," He pulled it out and dropped it on the ground, keeping his eyes trained on his Llewellyn to catch his reaction as he crushed the device under his foot.

His Present's face twisted in anguish as he cried out, his eyes going wide at the destruction of the only device he would have been able to use to contact the outside world. "Why?!" He shouted out, clearly distraught at the situation. And as brief as the moment began, it ended as all anger in his face drained when he looked back up at Doofus.

"Don't you DARE question me, brat. You need to learn your place, considering you're fully at MY mercy." He grasped his face firmly, squeezing slightly as to make sure the impudent child wouldn't speak out of turn. "Don't you EVER speak out of turn again, you hear me?! This is MY house, you will respect my rules or you will be punished severely from here on out. Do you understand?!" He let go of him momentarily, allowing him to answer.

His Llewellyn nodded quickly, and Doofus immediately calmed down. "Good boy," He purred, beginning to untie his Gift from his bindings. However, this task quickly proved to be too much work. "SERVANTS." He called out loudly, causing his Birthday Present to flinch due to the volume. Miraculously the two workers appeared within seconds of being summoned. "Untie my Friend. Now." He demanded, gesturing toward the still dangling boy.

They immediately got to work, uttering a quick, "yes, Master Doofus," before they did so. He smiled slightly, at this, only hoping that he could get his Llewellyn that well trained soon. Hopefully, he wouldn't be too stubborn, maybe only getting himself hurt a few times. With this thought in mind, he turned away, walking purposefully down one of the many hallways connected to his playroom.

As he walked off down the hall, he distantly heard his Llewellyn make an attempt to persuade the servants into letting him go. Oh dear now, that was just too cute. But it wouldn't slide. Or work. Since their first meeting, Doofus had banned his servants from speaking directly to his Friend Present. They were to completely ignore the boy, only exception being when they're ordered to, otherwise they'd face punishment. Speaking of, his Gift would really need to learn that rebellion had no place in the mansion. Ah, but he'd deal with that when he returned.

He rounded another corner, and promptly found the room he was looking for. He unlocked the door, revealing his Llewellyn related collection. Now, Doofus wouldn't call it a shrine, but even he had to admit that it looked like an obsession. The walls were covered with photographs and custom paintings of his long-desired present, often being depicted as injured or otherwise suffering. In the center of the room there was a display case, within it was three pieces of golden jewelry. He smiled, walking toward the case as he gazed at the images coating his walls. He admired each one closely, though none of them came even close to comparing with the real deal. Some things just weren't able to be seen through a frame, the fear that washed over his Llewellyn's face when he was at risk of injury just couldn't be replicated. Oh, the boy was just absolutely adorable, he couldn't have received a better gift.

Soon enough, he was standing in front of the display. Incased in the glass, lying on a maroon velvet pillow, were two of his gold magnetized bracelets, friendship bracelets. In between the two bracelets, however, was something new that he'd recently bought. Alike to the bracelets, it was solid gold, but this one had a break in the middle, where it could be more easily attached to the body. For it's intended use, it would go around the neck, operating with the same purposes as the bracelets, except this would moreso brandish the ownership Doofus had over his Llewellyn. He grabbed the jewelry and stuffed it all into his pocket with he remote that would allow him to control the devices. He took one last fond look around the room before he headed back out, prepared to meet back up with his Beloved Llewellyn.

He returned quickly to the main playroom, noticing how his Darling just sat calmly on the same pedestral he'd been fixed to on the day of their first meeting. Nostalgia rushed through him as he remembered that beautiful day, smiling as he recounted everything that had happened before his only friend had made his escape. He walked calmly up to the boy, stopping right in front of him. When his Gift met his eyes, Doofus gently took one of his hands in his own, pulling a golden bracelet out of his pocket with his other hand. His Friend Present's eyes widened, but he made no move to pull away. Doofus took this as a sign that he was learning fast. He carefully slipped the bracelet onto his wrist, pulling out the remote and magnetizing the bracelet to the base of the pedestal before he repeated the process with the other hand.

"Gorgeous," he muttered under his breath, tilting up his Darling's head to attach the gold collar around his neck. He smiled widely as he smoothed down the feathers on the other boy's head. "My Dear, you look so beautiful in gold," He told him, though all he got in return was a slightly disgusted look. No matter, it was dinnertime now. He deactivated the bracelets and took his Llewellyn gently by the arm, guiding him to the elevator. "Are you hungry, my Sweet? I can have my servants prepare you any meal you desire." He pressed the button to the floor just above the one they were currently in, which would bring them to the dining room.

"Uhm, yeah, I could eat," his Darling replied, glancing nervously between him and the bracelets adjourning his wrists. The elevator stopped then, and the doors opened to reveal a long table, gold legs holding up a mahogany platform, intricate designs carved into the edges. Several matching chairs surrounded it, and he pulled his Beloved Llewellyn toward the farthest end of the table, seating himself at the chair there, and having the other boy sit at the chair directly next to him.

Shortly enough after they were seated, the servants rushed into the room, carrying several trays of food in with them. They sat each one in front of the two of them, opening them immediately after they did so. He watched his Llewellyn's eyes go wide with awe, each tray revealing one after another of his favorite foods. The boy glanced at Doofus, who just smiled and nodded at him, encouraging him to go ahead and eat. He had made sure his kitchen was stuffed full of food that he had seen his Gift enjoy before. And of course, he would be served Cherry Pep with his meal, his favorite beverage.

Doofus just watched as he ate, not touching the food himself. His Friend Present took each bite hesitantly at first, glancing his way after everytime he swallowed. Eventually, after nothing happening for so long, he stopped being so unsure of himself. And Doofus just watched. With each bite the other took he smiled a little bit, then his face would immediately fall again, remembering where it was made and where he was. It made him frown slightly, but he knew that it wouldn't take long for him to become adjusted to his new way of living. Not when Doofus was going to give him literally whatever he wanted (except his freedom, of course).

"Are you enjoying your food, my Dear?" He asked, and his Llewellyn flinched, as if he had somehow forgotten that he was there.

"Y-yeah, it's really good, actually," he replied, punctuating his sentence with another bite as if to prove his point.

"Wonderful!" He exclaimed, before clapping his hands twice, summoning the servants once again. "It's getting late, I'll show you to our room!" He smiled and stood up as the servants cleared off the table. He offered a hand to his Llewellyn, who didn't take it but stood up on his own. He grabbed his hand anyways.

"Our room?" His Darling repeated as Doofus pulled him back to the elevator, bring them back down to the floor they had been on.

"But of course, I need to keep an eye on you, to keep you from leaving," He explained, leading them out of the elevator once the doors opened. He began heading down one of the many hallways, twisting and turning through the path to his bedroom. Now their bedroom, he thought giddily. He typically hated sharing, but for his Beloved Llewellyn, it would be an exception.

"We're here!" He announced as they stood in front of a large double doorway. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the doors, swinging them wide open and gesturing for his Gift to go in first.

The boy walked in, gazing around the room. The room was mostly bare, with him keeping most everything in his playroom. However, in the center of the wall adjacent to the door lay his bed. It was a king-sized mattress, golden pillows contrasting the salmon blankets adjourning it. On either of the two surrounding walls were doorways, one leading to his walk-in closet, and the other leading to someplace else.

He followed suit, and opened the door to his closet. "We can find something for you to sleep in in here, come along now," he waved him over, pleased when he did come forward. "Now, I know that you have a fondness for emerald
green, so I had a wide variety of clothes tailored to suit your preferences, made with real emeralds!" He spoke happily, revealing the arrangement of clothes to him. "Pick out what you'd like for tonight," He reached past him to grab himself some clothes, "And if none are made to your taste, we can have some more sewed by tomorrow."

His Llewellyn just nodded, looking through the many different outfits. Doofus smiled briefly at him, then walked out the door and locked it behind him as he went to go prepare himself for sleep.

When he returned, his Gift was sat well-mannered on the bed, wearing the pajamas he'd bought for him, and looking out at him like a dog after it's owner comes home from work. He was almost overwhelmingly adorable in that moment, and it took everything in him to refrain from mentioning it. Instead he just walked over to the bed and lied down on it, patting the space next to him, inviting his Darling to lie down close to him.

His Friend Present was very hesitant to comply, but as soon as he had gotten within reach Doofus had pulled him in close, wrapping his arms around him as though he were a teddy bear and taking the opportunity to sniff his hair.

He wasn't sure when it happened, but at some point his Llewellyn fell asleep. Doofus just grinned widely, running his fingers through the boy's hair and watching him lovingly. As he too drifted off to sleep, all he could think about was how peaceful his Darling looked when he slept.

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When Doofus woke up that following morning, he noticed that he was distinctly alone. A quick stretch and a glance around the mostly bare room backed up that fact, and he let a small smile play on his face. He grabbed his remote from his pocket, pressing at a random button with a yawn.

A yelp, followed almost immediately by a thud, were heard from just down the hall, toward his playroom. With that mystery solved, he was half-tempted to lie back down, sleep better knowing that he wouldn't be abandoned. But alas, it was against his nature to be a bad host. 

Another yawn exited his his mouth as he slowly got out of his bed. More awake now than just a moment ago, he noticed that the closet door had been left ajar. Lying on the floor was a pair of pajamas, tossed aside carelessly, possibly frantically. One of the day outfits had also been taken, which made sense he supposed. He grabbed and changed into one of his many copies of the same outfit, adjusting the collar of his shirt slightly and combing carefully through his hair shortly afterwards. 

With a satisfied hum, he left the room and began his stroll down toward where he had heard his Llewellyn scream, a plan already in mind for when he found him. The near quiet of the hallway was quite peaceful, though breaking through the tranquility were faint sounds of struggle and panic coming assumedly from the other boy. Oh, it was adorable, he had created that panic, that fear. He'd done that, and oh wasn't that such a fun feeling, to have created an emotion within another being was such a powerful ability. Oh, how he loved it, craved more of it.

He had found his Lost Love quicker than he'd expected himself to, and found himself having to stop rather abruptly just to take in the scene in front of him. Tethered to the ground by his neck, face pressed against the floor while he clawed at his throat in a futile attempt to escape from it's hold on him. His eyes were wide with panic, darting around a moment more before they landed on Doofus. Once they did, he could see the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. 

It.

Was.

Breathtaking.

Hearing it was one thing, but watching it happen, watching it get worse, it was gorgeous. And it was all because of him! His Darling was already so beautiful, but god, he was absolutely stunning when he was frightened. He crouched down in front of him, watching him attempt to cringe into himself when he caressed the side of his face.

"Hello, my Dear," He murmured, a wide smile painted across his face. He let his hand trail down past his Llewellyn's face, down his neck and to the collar. He traced his finger along its edge, stopping where it met the floor.  "I believe that you may have gotten lost," He hummed, "Let me help you."

Doofus pulled out his remote, using it to detach the band from the flooring. Before the boy in front of him could even think about trying to leave him again, his fist closed around the collar. He stood up abruptly, bringing his Llewellyn partly up with him. Without waiting for the other to regain his balance, he began dragging him back toward the bedroom. Clearly not knowing better, his Brat struggled against his hold, going as far as to attempt to pry his hand away. It took only a few seconds of it before it grew too irritating.

He quickly turned around, using this momentum to practically throw his Llewellyn into a wall. He crumpled to the floor as soon as he hit it, a whimper falling out of his mouth as he did. 

"You don't know your place here. You have disrespected me, IN MY OWN HOME, time and time again." He snarled, towered over the boy.  "I own you now, you need to act like it." He pulled the remote back out of his pocket.

"Stand up." He demanded, and when he didn't immediately obey, a sharp kick was sent to his leg. "I said Stand. Up." He repeated, before reaching down and lifting his Present up by the neck, pressing him back against the wall. 

As soon as he had, he pressed another button on his remote, effectively pinning his Darling to the wall. With that, he let go of him, letting him stand there on his own for a moment or two. He truly couldn't help the smile that slowly grew on his face as he gazed at what was his. And he gazed right back, a pained, almost broken look on his face. The key word being almost. It was becoming a goal of his to remove that word, letting him just be broken. If he was broken he wouldn't run, and he'd always rather have a broken toy than a lost one.

Speaking of lost toys, "You really hurt my feelings when I found out you'd been trying to escape, you know," He sighed, putting a hand to his heart to feign disappointment. "You should really apologize, especially after you deliberately continued attempting to leave when i had already caught you. That behavior was bad, but you can be good again." With a small smile, he pressed another button, and instantly each gold band began sending electicity through his Llewellyn's body.

He immediately began to convulse, letting out a pained gasp when it first began, followed by several half-screams-half-whines as well as a few stray tears. Though so far, no apologies. It wasn't even on that high of a setting yet. He waited another moment, and all he got was a shaky, "please," from him. So, naturally, he turned it up.

His Beloved let out a gutteral scream, tears falling heavier and steadier down his face as he begged for it to stop, much more frantic now. Doofus just hummed and tilted his head, waiting to get what he wanted. Another minute or so went by before he increased the voltage again.

"I'M SORRY!" His Gift finally screeched, before repeating it over and over and over again, though with less volume than at first. Doofus grinned widely, waiting just a few extra seconds before turning off the electricity. In an instant, his Darling was slumped over, breathing heavily. He walked over to where he was still attached, tilting his head up to look at him. He was visibly tired, his eyes seemed to look past him rather than at him, though it was clear that he was trying. He was still crying, though less so than a few moments ago. Though what he found to be most prominent, was that he hadn't attempted to remove himself from his touch this entire time he'd been holding him. He didn't even flinch. A promising sign for their future together, he was sure of it.

"There there, my love. It's okay, you're okay now." He spoke comfortingly, brushing away his Llewellyn's tears with his thumb. He detached the jewelry from the wall, letting his Beloved fall into his arms. The boy was only really half conscious, this he knew, but he still adored how he leaned on him for support as he continued to lead him down the hallway back to the bedroom. This is how he always wanted it to be between them, no fights or struggles, just trust, just acceptance. Maybe now he'd realize there was no room for rebellion. But just in case, he was still going to follow through on his plan.

He quickly found himself in front of the door to their room, though opening the door had proved to be difficult while taking care of someone who is mildly incapacitated, so he fully let go of him for just a moment. Luckily, his Llewellyn was able to stand, a little wobbly but still capable. This gave him the opportunity to open the door and quickly usher his Present inside. He made sure to lock the door behind them, in only as a safety precaution.

While still holding his Darling close to him with one arm, He walked toward the door opposite of his closet, then swung the door wide open. Inside was essentially a prison cell, except fancier. It was made entirely of gold, with emeralds embellished along the bars that made up the door to the cage. It had a few blankets and pillows tossed on the floor, but other than that there was no decor in the small room. There was enough room vertically for Doofus to fully stand up, and seeing as how his Llewellyn was a few inches shorter than him, it would be plenty of height for him. There was only really enough space to lie down, facing any direction, when looking at the floor plan. With the limited space, he would be begging to leave the cage permanently within days. He unlocked and opened the second door, walking his Present inside and carefully lowering him onto the pile of blankets.

His Beloved Llewellyn looked up at him, still a bit dazed and much more confused. He was absolutely adorable, and it was making it much harder for Doofus to leave him in here. But he couldn't just sit there and wait for him to make another escape plan, now could he? No, this was the only way to ensure that he would stay.

"I know, my darling. But you're going to have to stay here until I can trust you not to run off again," He spoke to him as a parent putting their child in time out would. 

His Gift didn't verbally respond, but nodded distantly, as if distracted. He supposed he was still suffering the side effects of his consequences. He ran his fingers through the boy's hair, the feathers on his head were softer than any others he'd felt before he'd met him. He let go after a moment, turning away and exiting the cage. He closed to door to it, sitting down on his bed, watching his Darling through the bars of the cage. Seeing him like this, much more helpless, much weaker, it was enticing. He could do just about anything, and he wouldn't be able to fight him off. He wasn't even certain he'd remember, in the state he was in right now. He licked his lips at the idea, his mind helpfully supplying endless ideas of what he could do with him.

Too many of them involved letting him back out of the cage, and that would be too soon for his lesson to really stick. But with the door locked, and there were no windows... He shook his head, dispelling those thoughts from his head for now. There was plenty of time for activities in the future, there would be no more running. Even if he didn't deserve to be punished in the future, there were other ways he could reinduce this state of mind. But for now, he had to wait for this to work.

At some point, his Llewellyn seemed to have fallen asleep. Temptation, temptation. With a sigh, he stood back up and left his room. He still hadn't had breakfast yet, with all the trouble the morning had put him through. He took the elevator up to his dining room, sitting down at his usual spot at the head of the table. Within the next minute, a variety of food was carted into the room by his servants. They placed the several trays of food in front of him, though occasionally glancing at the seat his Darling had sat at the night before. 

As his butler filled his glass up with honey, he tentatively began to speak. "Uhm, Master Doofus, if you don't mind me asking, where is your uh, your guest?" He asked him, keeping his eyes trained on pouring the drink that Doofus requested every morning. 

"He's sleeping in this morning," He replied easily, taking a bite of pancake afterwards. It wasn't fully a lie, his "guest", as they put it, was asleep at the moment.

The servants shared a glance, which was suspicious. he narrowed his eyes at them, just daring them to speak against him. After a moment, his butler just replied, "okay," and that was the end of it. Good. He shoved away the plate of pancakes after only a few bites, then guzzled down his cup of freshly poured honey, straight from the honey bin. He continued to feast on the several plates of breakfast foods, eating a hearty portion of most. Once he was done, he shoved all the leftover food off the table, leaving to let the servants clean up the mess.

Back down the elevator and into his playroom, he spent most of the rest of the day switching from activity to activity. None were particularly intriguing, not even when he put the killer robot to use, using it to smash antique vases and the like. Though he did like how much damage it did, he could definitely use it against any potential intruders. 

He wasn't stupid, he knew that he had, on a technicality, kidnapped a McDuck. They could be breaking down his door in a matter of days. However, he wasn't sure they actually knew he had him. Sure, he'd come here with his supposed aunt, but she had been knocked out and removed from his home before she could have possibly known that he hadn't left. And the rest of his family never seemed that attentive, from what he had seen at least. 

In truth, he wasn't that certain they were going to find out. But in case they did, he watched as the turbo toaster obliterated some old greek face statue thing, he was prepared.

Besides, they can't take what they can't find, and it was well in his interest to make sure they would never, ever, find his Friend Present ever again.

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Goldie woke up with no memory and the worst headache in the world. For a second she thought she might've been hungover, but it felt too different for that to be the case. But, on the bright side, she awoke with a giant sack of treasure next to her. You win some you lose some, she supposed. Speaking of which, how much did she lose? She was certain that the little sharpie would have taken a pretty decent cut before waltzing on back home. 

She looked in the bag, but it was immediately obvious to her that none of it had been pilfered. That was the first sign that something was off. The second?

Louie was nowhere in sight. Why would he run off home with no treasure? Something wasn't adding up. She dazedly looked around, and she found was on that psycho kid's doorstep. How the hell-?

Everything came back as quickly as it had vanished. She remembered the kid getting strung up like a piñata, and the robot kid was gonna beat him like one. She had stepped in, but immediately went down. Shit, had she accidentally led the kid to his death? Some "aunt" she was. She stood up slowly, careful not to aggravate her headache—possibly a concussion?—further. She pulled out her phone, and found several missed calls from Scrooge's number. He always kept his the same, and somehow always found hers when she changed it. She smiled slightly at that, before immediately letting it fall when she remembered why he had been calling her.

She considered her options in that moment. She could take things into her own hands, demand the kid back and hope that he wasn't injured or dead. She could declare this as not her problem and make off with the money, ignoring the guilt until it eventually hopefully went away. Or she could call Scroogie back, and help him stage a rescue mission for his great nephew.

It had been a while since she asked someone for help with something, but this was important. She began trekking to his mansion, hoisting the treasure over her shoulder. She pressed the call button on his contact, and not even one second later his voice was blaring out of the speaker.

"Goldie! Are you and Louie still out wherever you went? We haven't been able to find him all day!" He questioned immediately, squashing any remaining hopes she had that Sharpie had gone home.

She explained the entire story to him, every detail that she could even hazily remember was recounted to him. She told him that she was already on her way over, to gather everyone up so that they could get him out of there as quickly as possible. 

"Be fast, Goldie girl, there might not be much time to save him." He told her before hanging up. She sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to forgive her very quickly this time. Family was everything to him, if Louie was hurt in any way then there was no way he'd be willing to let her see the sharpie in the future. Or even let her anywhere near the mansion at all, for that matter.

And that was all assuming the robot boy hadn't bashed his head into mush. 

Dread and guilt pooled in her stomach, and she ran just a little bit faster toward the McDuck mansion. 

Please don't be dead.
Please don't be dead.
Please don't be dead.
Please don't be dead.
Please don't be dead.

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It was well past lunch, and his Llewellyn was still passed out. He sighed out loud, boredom dominating his brain. He had done everything by himself for years, when he finally gets an interesting toy, it does nothing but sleep and attempt to leave.

He felt his eye twitch. He was fine. He would wake up. Even if he had to make him. He took a deep breath inward, continuing to gaze at his Friend Present. He was so peaceful in his sleep, so much less angry at him. He released the breath in a sigh, flopping backwards from where he had been sitting on his bed. Doofus could wait. He could wait for him to wake up, for him to learn to like him. He was getting quite good at waiting on his Gift now.

tick tock tick tock tick tock

Impatience ended up getting the best of him. He sat back up almost immediately after he'd laid down, staring at his Friend from between the bars of the cell for about five seconds in hopes that he'd wake up, before reluctantly standing up. He opened the cell door, walking over to his Friend and sitting directly in front of his face. 

"Wake up." He tried, not quite raising his voice, but not making any attempt to keep quiet either. He poked at his face, getting nothing but a slightly disgruntled look in response. The poking quickly turned to petting, Doofus running his fingers through the feathers that made up his hair and slowly tracing down the side of his cheek, ending at his jawline, at which he restarted. He received no real reaction, the occasion twitch of a muscle or a hitch in his breathing, but he decided to chalk it up to a side effect of the electricity that had been ran through him. So, he took it a step further, pulling the boy's head into his lap as he played with his hair. Part of him was trying to elicit a reaction from him by doing things that he knew that he would hate, to make him wake up that way. But another part of it was truly just self indulgence. What could he say, physical touch was his love language. 

After however long, he grew bored of his ever unresponsive Present, lifting his head and setting it back down just off to the side of where Doofus was sitting. He stood up, stretched for just a moment, then walked back to his bed. His "attempt" at waking his Llewellyn was unsuccessful, but that was no matter. He was just back to waiting. He pulled his phone out, playing around with different apps to take his mind off of his own impatience. 

When he later checked the time, he found that it'd been nearly ten hours since the boy had first passed out. Doofus would have suspected that he'd killed him, if he couldn't still see the rise and fall of his chest with every slow breath he took. It was excruciatingly boring, and his phone was about to die. He would have to have one of his servants fetch him a new one shortly. Idly, he checked the security footage through the house. There was nothing out of the ordinary, the servants were in their room, both sitting on their bed, both in similar states of dispair. There was no other movement or life in his home, and nothing of note outside. Anymore, he added to himself as he used a security feature to shoot a squirrel off of the wall of his treehouse. 

Sadly, that was the only vermin that he could see on his property. With that overwith already, he moved his attention to another part of the security, and that was the boy who lay unconscious just ten feet in front of him. There were several angles of him shown on the screen, at least one camera hidden on each surface of the cell. He smiled to himself, checking the different settings to access his Darling's breathing, body temperature, heart rate, etc. Just as he did, he noticed the rate at which he was breathing was going up. His smile widened as he looked up from his phone, this meant that his Gift was finally waking up!!

Excitedly, he stood up and walked up to the bars of the cage, watching him closely for any movement. His Llewellyn slowly began to stir, his eyes opening hesitantly, hopeful. It immediately dropped when his eyes lay on Doofus, a look of disappointment, confusion, and fear, adorable fear, replaced it. 

"Wuh-" He started as he began sitting up, wincing as he did so. His Present seemed to still be in pain because of earlier. How intriguing, he thought with a grin.

"Hello, my love," His Friend Present cringed slightly at his greeting, "You were out for quite a while, three days, in fact," He informed him, entering the cell.

"W- three days?" His Llewellyn asked incredulously, shrinking in on himself ever so slightly after he did so.

He nodded solemnly, "Yes, three days," He repeated.

"What ab- what about my family? Didn't they try to rescue me? To see if I'm okay?" His Gift seemed distraught, looking up at him with big, sad eyes. It was almost more than he could bear.

He shook his head, "Truly, I thought they would, it's been a while since they've last seen you. But apparently they're currently adventuring to a place called—what was it again?—Big Rock Candy Mountain?"  He strolled over to him, hoping that this would elicit the response he was looking for.

"Big Rock Candy Mountain.?" Llewellyn echoed, in a questioning tone that sounded completely and utterly heartbroken. Doofus had to keep from grinning. "The only place I've ever wanted to go, and they go without me?" 

"I suppose that they just don't want you anymore, my dear," He hummed, running his fingers through his hair, relishing in the tears that slowly began to flow from his Beloved's eyes. "They just don't love you as much as I do."

And, as though reaching a breaking point, his Darling fully broke down into sobs. 

After whispering a quick, "I'll be back soon, darling," to his Gift, he exited the cell, headed to the dining room alone for the third time in a row. Now, his servants had had suspicions the last two times he'd entered alone, and if they kept looking at him like he had killed his Present, he was going to get annoyed.

...

He got annoyed.

The servants weren't permitted to speak at all for the rest of the week. They had not only given him more of those suspicious, filthy looks, but had also dared question why he wasn't bringing his Friend Present to any meals. As if it was anywhere near their place to pry into his business, to question his decisions.

He re-entered the bedroom, still peeved from his previous interaction. The irritation he was feeling only slightly lessening as he did so, if only for the solace that he wouldn't have to deal with such ingrates again until the morning. He walked over to the door of the cage, practically throwing it open as he stomped over to grab his Present. He dragged him out of the room and to the elevator, rapidly pressing the down button.

"Where are we going?" His Darling tentatively asked, and already some of the tension he'd been gathering was fading away. 

Doofus turned his head slightly to look him in the eyes, "We're going to blow off steam." He replied sharply, because even though just being near his Gift made him feel better, he was still in a bad mood. When the elevator finally brought them down to the ground floor, he pulled his Llewellyn over to one of the many rows of priceless artifacts, shoving the fire poker he'd used he first time he came here into his hands. He himself preferred to use his bare hands, but it reminded him so much of the day they'd first met, he just couldn't resist handing him the weapon or destruction. Nostalgia, or whatever.  "Focus on anything that reminds you of the filthy peasants I have working for me." He spoke with disgust, already breaking what he knew to be his maid's current favorite vase.

His Friend Present hesitated a moment before swinging the poker at a picture that had the butler in the background, slashing it diagonally. Doofus would have smiled, maybe praised him, had his face not been the main target in said painting. He didn't pay it much mind for the time being, focusing such negative feelings on his destruction of the many artifacts. 

Apparently, the both of them had much more pent up rage than Doofus had anticipated, and they were left with just a few paintings, the ones of his Geememama. His Gift had learned better than to come near them since the last time. 

He thinks that she would have liked his Friend, had she been around to meet him.

"I suppose I'll have the servants restock this tonight," He sighed, pulling his phone out to text them, demand they fix it by morning. He was on the verge of selling them and hiring an entirely new crew, but they wouldn't listen as vehemently as his current servants did. They wouldn't fear him as much. He grabbed his Present by his arm, removing the fire poker from his hands before he could think of possibly using it against him, then proceeded to drag him back to the elevator. "We're going to go up to the playroom now, where we can play all sorts of games!" He spoke excitedly, happy to finally have something to play with that would actually be interesting.

"Uh okay," His Darling hesitantly replied, though a small smile donned his face. Perhaps he was finally warming up to him! He willed the elevator to move faster, and as if listening to his thoughts, it stopped right in front of the playroom. the doors opened, revealing once more his impressive collection of expensive gadgets. He animatedly pulled his Llewellyn through the doors, leading him off to the right side of the room. 

"Do you know how to skate? I have a newer routine that requires a partner, and I think that you would be perfect!" He shifted his attention to focus on his Gift, adjusting his grip to hold him by his hands. He already knew he couldn't skate, but imagine the bonding experience of getting to teach him!

As expected, his Friend Present shook his head no, and didn't seem thrilled about the prospect of being his skate partner. He didn't give any sort of verbal response, but conversation would surely follow shortly. If he was going to be staying here, he would have to learn to have a proper conversation.

"Well then, I'll have to teach you! Come with me!" He brought him over to one of the most clear areas in the room, where some rollerskates were laid against the nearest wall. There were two pairs, one a smaller green pair, with emeralds imbedded in the sides of course. The larger pair was newer, different from the ones he'd had the last time he had seen his Dearest Friend. These were a deep navy blue, with gold inflections around the edges and on the wheels. 

He slowly sat down, gently pulling his Present to the ground with him. He took one of the emerald skates and slid it onto his Llewellyn's foot, surprisingly with almost no resistance. A pleasant surprise, certainly, but the it was just a bit suspicious of how quickly his behavior changed, within just one day it seemed that he'd completely flipped his attitude. He put the second one on him as well, tying them both securely before putting his own on at a much quicker pace. 

He stood up confidently, waiting for his Gift to mimic him. After watching him struggle for a moment though, he grabbed his arm and pulled him up. He almost immediately changed his grip to hold him by his hands. His Beloved was incredibly unsteady and had already almost fallen, even though they weren't even moving yet. He found it endearing, if not just a little bit irritating. This was his first time skating, he had to remind himself constantly, he wouldn't immediately be as talented as himself. 

Slowly at first, Doofus began skating. He moved backwards so that his Darling Dearest would be moving forward. "Just pretend you're walking, my love, it's easy as that," He instructed, watching as the other boy tried to follow his guidance, being only semi-successful at doing so. 

Through making baby steps like this, Llewellyn continued to get more comfortable with the concept of rollerskating, now being able to skate alongside him when he was going slow. It wasn't a lot, but it was movement in the right direction. Before long, he'd be a professional, just like him! Especially with all the time they'd have together, he could teach his Present all sorts of talents, and even learn some with him! He had always wanted to learn to tango...

An idea for their future together, certainly, but for now, he focused on helping his Gift improve his skill. He began skating just a little bit faster, challenging him to keep up with him. It wasn't much of a difference, to him at least, but his Llewellyn seemed to struggle greatly. Almost immediately he seemed to be thrown off balance, and in an almost panicked fashion, he clung onto Doofus' arm. He couldn't help but let out an audible "awww," which in turn seemed to have caused his Friend Present to get embarrassed and let go. He would have fallen, had he not caught him just before he hit the ground. 

"Thanks.." His Gift murmured, allowing him to pull him up and into his arms.

"Perhaps that's enough for today," He mused out loud, bringing them back over to the wall where the skates had laid previously. He lowered his Present to the ground first, then sat down himself. Untying the laces of his rollerskates for him, he continued, "We can do something else, would you like to go swimming?" He asked, though it was moreso just a formality rather than an actual question.

"Uh, sure," His Darling shrugged.

They continued to bounce from activity to activity, game to game, until he glanced at the clock, finding it was nearly two in the morning. He sighed, he supposed it was time for bed. "My sweet, " He began, turning to his Friend Present, "Although I hate to cut our time together short, we should really be heading to bed now. Come on,"  He relectantly tugged him back toward the elevator. 

He was met with no resistance the entire journey back to their bedroom, none at all, until Doofus opened the door to the cage. "But.. why?" And his Darling looked up at him with the same big, sad, puppy dog eyes that he'd seen earlier when he told him that his family abandoned him. This time, rather than feeling pleasure at his success, he felt himself struggle to not give in. 

"Aw, I'm sorry my love, but it's for your safety," He placed a hand on his cheek, gazing at him lovingly. "We can't risk another escape attempt, can we?" The second he mentioned it, his Gift shuddered, then shook his head, still dejected. "Don't worry, my dear, as soon as you're properly trained, you can sleep on the bed with me again!"

Once his Llewellyn had finished shuffling sadly into the cell, he shut and locked the door, then climbed into his own bed. And while he missed the feeling of having his Favorite Friend right there next to him, he knew it would only be a matter of time and patience before he could have him there again. And with that final thought, he drifted off to sleep.

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Doofus slowly blinked awake, facing the currently blurry golden cell door. Yawning, he reached for his glasses on his nightstand, clumsily fumbling around for them until he finally managed to grasp them. Now that he had vision, he saw his Darling Friend Present sitting at the door to the cage, watching him with tired eyes. His hands were gripped loosely around the bars, as if wanting to break out but not having the strength.

"Good morning, my dear," he greeted after a few moments of admiring him, a loving smile on his face.

He didn't get an immediate verbal response, his Gift only blinking slowly at him for a minute or so. "G'morning.." he finally responded, and it dawned on him then, though with the slow reactions and blank stare he should have noticed earlier, that he likely didn't get proper sleep.

He slowly got up, stretching for a moment before he made his way to the cell. "Back up, love," he instructed before unlocking the door, opening it slowly to give him time to disentangle himself from the bars. He crouched down just low enough to pick his Present up bridal style, then immediately standing back up to carry him over to the bed. His Llewellyn had a bewildered, untrusting look in his eye, and weakly attempted to push away from him. He paid this no mind as he sat him down gently on the right side of the bed, and proceeded to climb in after him. "Are you more comfortable here, my darling?" He asked, watching as the other visibly tensed up more. He pulled the covers over him calmly. "You must get some sleep, I'll have the servants bring up breakfast in a few hours," he told him, running his fingers through his hair.

His Beloved sat up, adamantly refusing to go to sleep. " 'M not tired," he slurred, looking at him blearily, almost desperately. As if simply sleeping would kill him. He always claimed he was the lazy one, did he not? He couldn't understand why the boy was making such a fuss over this.

And yet, he thought as he sighed, he couldn't help but indulge in the wishes of his Darling. Even if he didn't truly know what was best for himself. "I suppose I can order breakfast now. What would you like, my sweet?" He pulled out his phone, preparing to text the maid.

His Friend Present seemed grateful for once, taking a moment to think about it. "Pancakes, please," he finally replied, his voice soft.

He hummed in a mildly disapproving manner, "That all?" though he'd already begun to type out his message to the maid, 'breakfast in bed. special pancakes for Llewellyn.'

"I- I guess maybe a side of fruit?" Doofus added fruit and hashbrowns to the list. He couldn't have his Gift going hungry, now could he? No, no, he was going to make sure that all his needs were met, as any good boyfriend would.

"Of course, my dear. The servants will bring the food up here shortly," He exited out of the messaging app, moving over to one of his streaming platforms and putting on Ottoman Empire, his Gift's favorite show. Before the boy had shown up for his party a few days ago, he'd been making an effort to get into the show. After finding out how much his Darling loved it, he'd made certain that he could easily access every episode of every season, and he was currently in the middle of season two.

His Llewellyn quickly became entranced with the phone screen, leaning over just the slightest amount to see it properly. He fought back a smile, knowing that too much positive reinforcement would just trigger a negative reaction.

About halfway into the episode, there was a knock at the door. "Enter," He passively commanded, and the wait staff promptly obeyed. They brought in a bed tray with his Darling's breakfast piled on it, with far more food than he'd ever realistically be able to eat. He shooed the two away as soon as they'd done their jobs, watching them leave wordlessly. A satisfied, if not a little smug, smile passed over his face before he turned to his Present.

Doofus grabbed the fork and cut out a bite-sized piece of the stack of pancakes, then brought it up to his Gift's mouth. The boy took a moment to react, but hesitantly opened his mouth, allowing him to feed him. After a few bites, though, his Boyfriend stopped him.

"These taste weird," He told him slowly, suspicously, as if verbally backing away from him. He just hummed, the same dismissive way parents in the movies did when their little kid told them a story that sounded completely made up.

"You probably just need to add more syrup, my love." And with that, he blew his whistle to summon his syrup-jockey. The butler appeared after a few beats had passed, a container of syrup rather than holding it in his hands this time. Doofus narrowed his eyes at the man, but didn't bother to say anything as his Llewellyn, though still suspicious, seemed to appreciate the cleanliness of the transaction that it had lacked previously.

"Thank you," His Present said quietly, and he only realized he wasn't talking to him when he noticed that the butler almost responded. Which would have gone against his punishment, and Doofus would have been forced to resort to physical violence. Luckily (for the butler) he hadn't actually spoken, so he was safe.

He did think about it though. Maybe break the man's leg this time, or perhaps throw one of his smaller marble statues at him. Maybe he could catch Llewellyn's reaction, really imbed it into his brain the knowledge of what happens when you disobey. Make certain he knows who the master of the house is. He thought about it.

He dismissed the butler with a wave of his hand, and brought another fork full of pancakes to his Present's face. Although almost begrudgingly, he continued to eat each bite that Doofus presented him with. Soon, however, although there was still about half of the food leftover, his Precious Gift refused the next time he raised the fork. "I'm full," he said, almost desperately, before Doofus could even think of being upset that he hadn't finished. He put the fork down, instead lovingly stroking the side of his Llewellyn's face. He could never be mad at him, not truly.

"That's okay my love, do you want to get up or stay here? We can watch more of that ottoman show you like?" He asked, already predicting the answer in his head. Of course his BoyFriend Present would want to stay in bed, he was the "lazy" one afterall. And with the sleeping medication that was in the pancakes, it would be better for him to fall asleep somewhere comfy. Although, if they did get up, Doofus could carry him back up, like the good strong boyfriend he is. And, god, how cute would that be? He made a mental note to make his butler find someone to paint that.

"..That sounds.. fine." Came the reply, his words slow and tired. Though it took Doofus a moment to register what the response was referring to, being too caught up in his daydreaming and hypotheticals, he turned on Ottoman Empire for him once he realized.

They stayed lying in bed for a good while, his Gift staying some distance away, and though Doofus only wanted to close the gap, he reluctantly respected his Darling's wishes.

Until he finally fell asleep.

He set his phone off to the side for the time being, and he waited until he was deeper into his slumber, of course. But eventually he lost patience, pulling his Llewellyn into his embrace. He took the opportunity to take a whiff of his hair, it slowly beginning to smell more and more like the rest of his things. He couldn't decide whether this was a good thing (Llewellyn truly becoming his!) or a bad thing (need to figure out which shampoo + conditioner he uses?). He slid his hand up and down his back as he pondered this, slipping it under his shirt after the action got too repetitive and the texture of the pure cotton dress shirt that he'd been wearing since before the electrocution became completely unsatisfying.

He was pleased to be able to note that the feathers here were almost as soft as the ones that made up his hair. he hummed lightly, content with just this level of physical closeness and feeling. Just watching each breath his Darling Llewellyn took, every slight shift of his expression as he dreamed of whatever it was he was dreaming about.

Then he began to feel the itch, the desire for more. The same desire that brought him to buy most everything in this mansion. He was feeling more unsettled and less content by the minute. And, usually he would give in immediately, buy whatever new shiny object he wanted because no one says no to Doofus Drake, especially not himself. He wouldn't even have hesitated. But. But he didn't know what exactly the equivalent of buying a new object would be in this situation. Because he was just laying here with his Favorite Friend. There isn't anything more he could "buy".

Except there is, he reminded himself. He didn't know who he was kidding, he thought about it often enough to know exactly what he would be buying. But his Beloved wasn't awake. It wouldn't be buying if the other person didn't want to sell anything. Or, rather, wasn't awake to sell him what he wanted. He was rich enough to never have to steal, that was always clear to him. He always saw himself as above such a thing.

Was he still above stealing?

Don't get him wrong, he wanted his Darling to agree, to consent. It would be everything to him if he knew his most favorite shiny object wanted him as much as Doofus did him. But he wasn't awake to even ask, and, well, he isn't stupid or oblivious, he knew that he wouldn't want that. He wasn't completely sure that he would even know what Doofus was talking about if he asked. Part of him really could not care less, told him that he owned Llewellyn, that he basically owed him as his boyfriend. However. He was a gentleman, and he was a very patient man. He would never force him into anything he wasn't comfortable with.

He had to get up. He didn't want to risk compromising his entire relationship because of something as ridiculous as this, and he knows his self control can be iffy at times.


It will be fine, he assured himself as he began to sit up, disentangling himself from his Friend present. Some day. Some day soon.