Alright, So this is a response to CIF-Lover's story "The Worst Possible Way to Get the Last Seed" You should read it first otherwise this wont make sense. It'll be in 3 parts: 1 for Oncie, 1 for the Once-ler, and 1 for them meeting again. Please review and tell be way you think because I have never written anything like it before.

After a couple of hours, Oncie was finally able to coax the Lorax into letting him free. The magical creature really had no choice but to help when an hour after leaving him, he heard the boy basically begging someone to kill him from inside his tent. He ignored the annoyance at first until the deaths he was describing got out of hand. It really wasn't easy for either member; the Lorax didn't really want to be anywhere near the kid even with his Oncie Jr. now resting, and Oncie wanted nothing more than the bed to swallow him up forever. Unfortunately neither got their way. And so here he was untying the other man's feet. (The Lorax wanted to put off climbing into the bed with the naked man as much as possible)

"Beanpole, why do you put yourself in these kinds of situations?"

If Oncie's hands were free he would have face palmed at the sheer irony in the others words. Instead he replied with, "HOW could I have possible tied up both my feet AND hands?" his face a permanent shade of red since the incident.

The guardian of the trees paused at the truth in those words. By then he had finished untying his legs, so he jumped on the bed as Oncie stretched his legs happily. The Lorax planned not to look anywhere but the boy's face and up, but he couldn't help but notice the trail of what looked like teeth marks peppering his pale chest all the way down to his pelvis. His eyes quickly moved back up his torso in embarrassment. He slowly reached out and touched one of the blemishes. Oncie flinched at the contact, and the orange creature was almost positive it wasn't from pain.

"Do you MIND?" the black haired boy hissed narrowing his eyes.

"Kid," the Lorax said seriously, "what happened to you?"

He didn't think it was possible, but Oncie's face turned a whole darker shade of red. He was almost purple.

"I really don't want to talk about it." he mumbled not looking the other in the eye anymore.

This worried the Lorax, "Kid..."

"LOOK, MUSTACHE, I REALLY DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT OKAY!" he snapped. The hurt look on the Lorax's face made him soften his tone a bit. "Just, uh, could you just let me go and pretend that this never happened?"

On any normal day the Lorax would have instantly refused and left the boy there until he confessed, and yet something was different about the way he asked that made him untie his hands with no objections and leave.

Oncie felt bad for snapping at the little guy but instead of getting dressed and going after him, the inventor had the over powering urge to shower. He wasn't surprised. As he slowly sat up a literal pain in his ass stopped his efforts. He yelped and laid back down instantly. He inwardly and outwardly cursed his other self as he tried once again to get out of bed. By the time Oncie reached the end of his long, painful struggle to the bathroom he had used a whole dictionary of colorful vocabulary he wasn't even sure existed.

After two or three days the blue eyed man saw the Lorax again. Like promised he never mentioned the bed thing but Oncie could tell by the look in his eyes that he was dying to ask. The boy refused to give in. He just wanted to forget the whole nightmare ever happened.

At least that's what he believed he wanted. After all if that was true wouldn't it be easier to ignore? Obviously his mind clearly had other ideas. Every night since then he's had vivid dreams of his other self showing up and claiming him as his own. Each night was more descriptive and left him to wake up panting, sweaty, and with morning wood.

It was two weeks after the original event and this morning was no different. In this particular dream Oncie had just finished making pancakes for all his little animal friends. They left as he cleaned up the mess when he heard his voice behind him.

"Aww, isn't that sweet? Little Oncie still looking out for the forest critters." his tone was mocking and assertive, and somehow Oncie liked it.

He turned around just to get his back slammed onto the table as the Once-ler stood over him, the usual devious smirk that he had in every dream playing on his lips. He ripped open Oncie's vest and button up shirt in one powerful yank and he couldn't help but feel his pants grow tight in excitement as the broken buttons clattered to the floor. The Once-ler bent over the others stomach and placed his tongue just below the navel. Oncie shivered as the tongue slowly worked its way up his torso and neck all the way to his mouth which he attacked rabidly as soon as he reached it. Oncie's mind was instantly filled with bliss as his eyes rolled back and the warm tongue prodded and stroked his mouth. All too soon it was over as he was roughly flipped onto his stomach bent on the table. He felt his pants literally get ripped off of him and his boxers pulled down. Oncie couldn't fight it and for some strange reason, just like in all the past dreams, he didn't want to. He felt the other man position himself at his entrance and as he slammed into him, making him scream in pain and ecstasy, he woke up.