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Warning: Be advised that the following contains a light male/male relationship. If this should offend you, then please leave the story page.

AN: This story is also on the KoDraCan Deviant Art page, with the same title. I hereby dedicate this to the following people: KnucklesRedFury207.2 and RyokoDarkwing

It Started

It started with a question.

"…I had a nightmare…can I say with you?"

I didn't mind. I, who still had nightmares, was relieved to see someone other than me have them. There he was, unsure, sad, and nervous, holding his tail as he asked. In other words, he was still impeccably cute.

"It's okay." I told him.

"R-really?" He asked me.

"C'mere, Otto." I smiled, beckoning him to come close. He smiled that cute 'thank you!' smile that I love so much and scampered over to my bed. He got in and got right under me before going to sleep.

I had the best sleep ever that night.

That's how it started three years ago. Every other night, he'd have a bad dream, knock on my door and ask me to stay. I never minded, because he's my friend. He's one of my best friends in the whole world. Having him around chased away some of the demons lurking around in my dreams. I loved waking up to green fur near me, hugging me in my sleep. On some days, he'd be up and chirp, "Morning, Chi-chi!" to me, after I'd explain to him for the billionth time to NOT call me that…

I stopped thinking about it after the first year. I grew used to having him around me. Then another year with my friends passed and he started giving me hugs and purrs. Still I didn't mind. I loved it when Otto hugged me. No matter who tried to deny the healing in his embrace (cough-Gibson-cough), you'd always be in a better mood after. Then the hugs would end with a kiss on the cheek. It was just a peck at first, then really meaningful ones on the cheeks and forehead when we were alone. He still came into my room and we'd cuddle up and go to sleep. It was nice and it gave me something to look forward to.

Then he kissed me on the lips one day.

At first, I wasn't sure if he meant to kiss my lips. He was always affectionate. After a while into it, I knew he meant it. And you know what I did?

I kissed him back.

Our kiss led into us into realizing that maybe we were more than friends. After all, two years of sleeping together (in a platonic way), hanging out with him in my available free time, and going to him for comfort—what did it mean? Before I could do anything else with Otto, I decided to search my feelings.

One year later, we end up in my bed, cuddling at always.

Only this time, I'm in no need to sleep. The monkey beside me isn't sleeping either.

"Can I stay with you?" He asked me.

"Sure you can, Otto…stay with me for as long as you want." I smiled.

He smiled that cute smile and kissed me one more time.

Three years ago, it started with a question. It ended in a relationship.