((A/N: My translator is no longer helping me. She finished translating this chapter, so that's why it has Russian in it. From now on, after this chapter, stuff spoken in Russian will be underlined. Thank you for your patience on me getting this typed up.))
"Otetse!" Nyrant said, freezing along with Trevor and Alex. The man blinked, having trouble comprehending the scene before him. His eyes traveled down Nyrant's arm to where he hand was covered by the boy with honey blond hair. Both of their hands were placed on a pack of ice located in Trevor's lap. He moved his gaze from one boy to the other, all of them frozen.
Trevor's face flushed a bright red, but he still did not move a muscle. The same happened to Alex. Nyrant's face had been red since he had put the ice on Trevor's injury. They all three looked like they had been caught in the act, and man had no idea what they were thinking. He smiled, glad his gift had come in handy. "Ya veeshu teey emey ish vesila momenteey stabyo swere," he said, laughing a little. "Pravda?" both Trevor and Nyrant said in a questioning tone, completely confused.
"Tolko, ya ne doomala staba teey boodysh emete vesila staboy drook Trevor," he said, looking sternly at Nyrant, who blushed and yanked his hand away from Trevor's crotch and the ice. Alex did the same, but more slowly. Trevor's face was even more red then before, and Alex had no idea why. "Can you please use English?" he asked, getting the feeling that he was being left out.
"Ah, I'm sorry," said the man, his Russian accent seemingly gone. "Who are you?" Alex asked, getting off of the floor where Trevor and Nyrant were still sitting. "I'm sorry, I should have properly introduced my self. I am Chorney, Nyrant;s father," he replied humbly. The look on Alex's face was able to be described in one word: dumbstruck. "You're... Nyrant's father?" he asked, his expression turning to confusion. If this was his father, why didn't he look upset when he walked in on his son and two other boys? He actually looked a little please. "Wait... so that means it was you who put this collar on after kidnapping me!" Alex said, getting angrier by the second. "Yes," Chorney answered, not even looking the slightest bit guilty. He ran his deft fingers through his short black hair, almost exactly the way Nyrant had done before. "Why do you seem so angry? You don't like your new master?" he questioned. An immediate "No!" escaped from Alex's mouth, causing Trevor and Nyrant to jump.
"Good!" Chorney said, smiling brightly. "My formula worked then." Alex growled, not liking the man's smug expression. "You shouldn't inject people with an untested formula, otetse," Nyrant cut in, seemingly recovered from his embarrassment. He got up off of the floor, leaving Trevor behind. "It was untested?!" Alex screamed, although no one was listening. "I did test it!" Chorney countered, acting like a child fighting with a sibling. "On animals!" his son said, feeling triumphant when Chorney agreed. "You injected me with something only tested on animals?!" Alex interupted, this time catching their attention. "Yes, but I altered it for humans," he replied, sticking his tongue out at the pet. Growling, Alex leaped over to attack him, but tripped over the forgotten Trevor. "Ow!" they all screamed as Alex dragged Chorney to the ground, falling on top of the poor curly haired blond. While Trevor tried to squirm out of the second pileup he had been in since this morning.
A giggle came from Nyrant, who was the only witness to this funny scene. He reached inside his drawer as Trever was flattened to the floor when the other two tried to claw each other's eyes out. The click and flash of a camera made them all look at Nyrant, who was standing there with a high-tech digital camera/camcorder/MP3 Player. All of their eyebrows shot up questioningly, momentarily forgetting the reason they were beating each other. The red haired pretty boy smirked, looking at his latest picture. "This is one for the photo album!" he said, touching the shut down button and placing it back into his dresser. "What was that for?" Chorney asked, his hair in Alex's fist. He slapped the hand away, scowling at him. Alex stuck his tongue out, glaring back at him. "It was for my own amusement," Nyrant said, laughing at the sight of all three of them tangled on the floor.
"I was not willing in this fight! They fell on me!" Trevor yelled, trying to squirm out from under Alex, who was sitting happily atop him. Chorney was half in Trevor, half on Alex. "But you enjoyed elbowing Alex in the ribs!" Alex said, rubbing his injured left side. "Yes, and you enjoyed scratching me with those long nails of your's!" Trevor retorted, pushing the boy off his lap and onto Chorney's. Nyrant was absolutely giddy, bending over, cradling his gut in pain as tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. He was laughing loudly. "I'm glad some one's having fun here," Alex mumbled, leaning back onto Chorney's chest. The raven haired man growled, not liking the way Alex was getting comfy on his lap. "I'm the pet, right? I have the right to sit on my owner's lap," Alex purred, getting a kick out of the way Chorney twitched, not used to having unfamiliar boys sitting on him.
"So, first Nyrant, now his father?" Trevor hissed, standing up and running his hands down his jeans to get it unwrinkled. "Huh?" Alex asked, scratching his head and causing dry flakes of skin to fall unto Chorney's black pants. The wearer of the black pants growled and pushed Alex off, getting up to stretch. Alex pouted at Nyrant, faking that he was feeling sad about being pushed around. His evil little plan worked. Nyrant walked over, helping him off of the floor. "And back to Nyrant," Trevor mumbled, glaring at the pet as he cuddled up to his owner, who blushed fiercely.
((Translations: Father!
T see you're having fun with your new pet.
Huh?
But, I didn't expect you to be 'having fun' with Trevor... ))