Author's Note: This fic was something I wrote as a Christmas gift for a friend of mine. They requested I write something Brewie related using a genre that I had never attempted to write for before. Now, I won't reveal specifically what that genre they requested was as I'd feel that would be spoiling the surprise somewhat, but my warning below should suffice as a way of telling readers what lies ahead, though in my opinion the actual violent parts are, for the most part, rather tame considering what they could have been. Even though this was a Christmas gift, it's far from a Christmas themed story (aside from one scene), so I thought it would be alright to go ahead and get it up right now. All in all, I am rather fond of this particular story since it gave me a chance to really branch out into a genre I never thought I'd write for even though I do consider myself a fan of it. Also, this will be my first story that won't be posted up as a oneshot. It will consist of multiple parts, which I will try to get put up every Sunday until it's finished, so my readers won't have to worry too much about when the next chapter will get posted up. I think that about covers it. Enjoy the fic!

Warning: This story contains pedophilia, bestiality, and descriptions of graphic violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Family Guy or its characters.

You Make Me Feel Alive!

Part I

The dog yawned and opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the cold sensation of the metal floor he was lying down on. The second thing he noticed was the naked boy he had pulled against his chest, whose warmth was currently combating the cold. It took Brian several seconds to register where he was and who he was with, but once he remembered everything from the previous night, a small smile poured across his lips.

So it wasn't a dream.

The canine pulled the child closer against his fur covered torso and nuzzled the back of the boy's neck before placing a soft kiss on the top of his head. He had no idea how long he had been asleep or how much time he and Stewie had left, but for now, he was content to just lay here snuggled against the one person who brought him the most happiness, no matter how hard he had tried to run away from it. Sure, the circumstances that finally brought them together could have been better. Hell, they couldn't have been much worse, but there was nothing that could be done about that now. All that mattered was that he was truly content, for what felt like the first time in a long while. The fact that he could feel that way, knowing the horrors that waited outside those blast doors, only strengthened his convictions that this was right. He closed his eyes and caressed the child's side as he thought back to the day that set everything into motion and the events that had gotten them to this point. It seemed like ages ago.

It was a warm day in May, and Brian and Stewie were in the Prius on their way to the local ice cream parlor. There was nothing too unusual about that, except that Stewie had remained completely silent for the entire ride so far. Usually the child would be chatting up a storm, but today, for some reason, Stewie seemed distant. He looked to be thinking about something, and whatever it was, it must have been important. Brian would've been lying to himself if he'd said he wasn't a slight bit curious, if not a little worried also, but he figured if it was something Stewie wanted to discuss; the child would bring it up himself. So he didn't question it. Before long they arrived at the ice cream parlor. He parked the car and unbuckled Stewie, but the child didn't move to get out of the car. Instead he turned to face the dog, a serious look on his face.

"Bry, I need to talk to you about something."

Brian shifted himself in his seat so that he could better face the boy.

"What is it, Stewie?"

The child looked down for a second before lifting his head back up to stare intently at Brian.

"Before I say what needs to be said, I just want you to know that I wouldn't bring this up unless it was something that I simply needed to get out in the open. I've kept this to myself for quite some time, fearing the consequences of you discovering how I…feel…and not wanting to ruin my friendship with you, but keeping these feelings hidden away from you is tearing me apart, and I can't continue to pretend that I'm satisfied with the current state of our relationship because, you see, I want there to be so much more between us."

Stewie reached out his left hand and took Brian's right paw.

"Brian…I'm in love with you."

The child made sure that he said those words with a strong conviction that made it clear he meant what he said. Brian's expression was blank, but he could feel himself tense up at those words. This wasn't a big surprise or anything, but to have Stewie come out and say what he had been hinting at for so long was more than a little unsettling. This was mainly because the dog wasn't exactly sure how he should feel about Stewie's obvious affections for him. On one hand, it was nice to know that there was at least one person out there that loved him in that way, but on the other hand…it was Stewie, his best friend's infant son. It didn't get much more wrong than that. Stewie wasn't saying anything else, obviously waiting for him to respond. He sighed and gently pulled his paw away from the baby's hand.

"Look, Kid. I don't know what you want me to say."

The boy kept staring at him, but his confident gaze faltered a bit as nervousness took over.

"Well…I'd like to know if, maybe, there's a chance you could feel the same way."

This was something the dog had been asking himself for quite some time. Whenever he did have the occasional thought of what a relationship with Stewie would be like, it was never as horrific as it probably should have been, and as far as whether or not he was attracted to the boy in any way, that was a matter he just wasn't sure he was ready to confront himself on yet. He wasn't gay or anything, but there was definitely something about Stewie that appealed to him in some way, but he'd be damned if he were to let the boy know that. Still, he had to say something. He really didn't want to hurt Stewie, but even if he did have feelings for him, the stress from keeping a relationship like that up would just be too much. There was no sense in giving the kid any false hope. A relationship between them would never work out.

"I'm sorry, Stewie, but that can never happen. I mean, I care about you, but it's not like that, and I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise. Besides, even if I did feel that way about you, a relationship between us would never be normal. There's no way we could keep something like that up. I'm sorry you feel the way you do, but nothing is ever going to happen between us, so the best thing for you to do is to just try and move on from this phase."

Stewie slammed his fist down in frustration on the edge of his car seat.

"This is exactly what I was afraid you'd say! Damn it, Brian! This isn't a phase! I'm not going to just 'move on'. I'm. In. Love. With. You. And those feelings aren't going to change. You may not realize it, but I know that, deep down, you could feel the same way if you'd just open up your mind to the possibility of it. We're so close, Brian! Taking things to the next level wouldn't be that much of a leap. So what if we can't have a normal relationship? We've never had a normal relationship. What are we to each other anyway? I know what you are to me, but what am I to you? Just a friend? A family member? I want to be yours, Brian. No one else will do."

The child lowered his head and shook it, fists clenched.

"This isn't a phase. I wish it was…but it isn't."

Brian felt his heart swell at Stewie's words. He'd never heard anyone talk that way about him before, and it felt incredibly good. Under different circumstances, he'd give Stewie a shot in a heartbeat. It's not like things could get much weirder between them, but this was still wrong on so many levels. It killed him to see Stewie like this. The child looked so defeated, completely lovesick and knowing that there was little to no chance of his love ever being reciprocated by the one he desired. Brian knew that feeling all too well, and he wanted nothing more right now than to make the boy feel better. Unfortunately, the one thing that would make Stewie feel better right now was something Brian could never give him in good conscience, and continuing to discuss this would only serve to make it even more difficult to remember that. Stewie was just a kid, a screwed up one at that. The last thing he needed right now was to get mixed up in what could quite possibly be the sickest romance to ever grace the planet. Brian only had one thing to offer at the moment.

"Do you still want some ice cream, Kid?"

Brian's words were void of any emotion whatsoever, and he felt like a complete jackass for acting like he was completely ignoring everything the child had said in his heartfelt speech. The dog wasn't surprised when Stewie looked back up at him with a mixture of shock and anger on his face.

"Fuck you, Brian."

The infant's words came across as cold and disappointed. Brian didn't get angry at Stewie. He knew it must seem really insulting for him to be trying to change the subject at a time like this, but the longer he dwelled on the idea of he and Stewie together, the more uncomfortable he became.

"I take that as a no."

It was another emotionless reply, and he could tell that it only angered the infant further to continue to have his feelings ignored. Stewie huffed in annoyance and sat back in his seat. Brian buckled him back in, making sure not to touch the baby anywhere that would add insult to injury in this situation, and cranked the car. He pulled out of the parking lot and turned to head back home. The ride there was completely silent and the atmosphere was unbearably tense. Stewie was looking outside the window, with his arms folded, fuming. On some level Brian understood why the boy was so angry with him, but really, what was he expecting?

Did he really expect for me to feel the same way? Did he really expect that things would work out? He's smart. He knows how wrong something like this is. Then again, he's never given a fuck about right or wrong before, aside from a couple of instances. How did this happen? Why does Stewie have to feel this way? Will he ever forgive me for shutting him down like that? Is this the end of our friendship?

The dog felt a pang of sadness at that thought. He didn't want to lose Stewie. The kid meant too much to him, but maybe this was a situation where he would have to ignore his own pain and focus on what was best for Stewie. He wasn't sure where things would go from here. He was hoping they could just forget this ever happened and move on, but that really didn't seem likely. He had a lot to think about.

At that thought, Brian drove the car up into the driveway of their home. As soon as he stopped the car and unbuckled Stewie, the boy immediately went to open the car door, but Brian, grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him.

"Listen, Stewie. I'm sor…"

The baby yanked his arm free and scoffed at the canine.

"Save it, Brian. I've heard enough. You don't care about me or my feelings, so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop your acting and just leave me be."

Without giving Brian a chance to say another word, Stewie hopped out of the car, leaving the door open, and ran inside the house. The dog sighed, reached over, and closed the door. God, he felt like such an asshole right now. He'd done the right thing, but it sure as hell didn't feel that way. What it really felt like was that he'd just thrown the best relationship he'd ever had out the window, and that idea was causing an overwhelming feeling of grief to take over. Just the thought of losing Stewie was more painful than he'd ever imagined it could be. He laid his forehead against the steering wheel and hit it with the side of his fist. He'd finally gotten the one thing he wanted most out of life, but it had been from the one person he could never accept it from.

Typical.

Whenever he and Stewie had a falling out, it usually didn't take too long for them to patch things up, but this time, things were different. While the initial anger Stewie had harbored against him had quickly faded, for the remainder of the week, the child had still gone out his way to avoid him. People say, "You never know what you have until it's gone." This must be what they were talking about. Brian had never really thought about it much before, but for a long while, the majority of his time had been spent with Stewie. Just a couple of days without the child constantly in his ear made him feel like something was desperately missing in his life, but it did provide him with the necessary time he needed to sort out his thoughts about what his next move should be now that Stewie's feelings for him were finally out in the open. As the days rolled by, Brian spent most of his time sitting on the couch, thinking about what he should do. The first step in figuring all this out was finding out the answer to a question Stewie had asked him that day in the car.

What is Stewie to me?

He mulled over this question for days. The simple answer was "many things". Stewie was a friend, a family member, a partner, the only person he felt safe turning to when the world was against him. Stewie had become his safe place. He was at his happiest when he was with Stewie, but did that equal love? Brian tried to ignore how morally wrong something like that would be and just focused on how he truly felt. There was a deep emotional connection between him and the child. There was no denying that. It was a connection he had always longed to feel with a woman, but no matter how much he forced himself to feel something for the women in his life, that connection had never really been there. It wasn't there with Lois, and it wasn't there with Jillian.

It was there with Stewie.

He gulped. It was a frightening revelation to him. Just thinking it felt so much more right than it should. All this time he'd been searching for his female Stewie, but what was the point in that when he could actually have the genuine article. It seemed like a no-brainer. He should accept Stewie's feelings and see if a relationship could actually work between them. Sure, there was that whole issue of him not being gay, but the feelings were there. What did he really have to lose? That's what would make both of them happy. But still, it was unequivocally wrong. And who was he to decide that Stewie could actually handle something like that. Sure, the kid was smart beyond his years, but he was still just that, a kid. Brian sighed.

He's too young to be involved in a serious romantic relationship, no matter how much he may think it's what he wants, and I'm a sick bastard for even considering giving him a shot. I care about Stewie, and I'd hate to lose him, but maybe the best thing I could do for him right now is just pack my shit and leave. Maybe we've gotten too close, and we just need to get away from each other. If I stay here with him, there's no guarantee that I'll be able to resist him. No good can come from us continuing this relationship. I could get sent to prison, and he could end up scarred for life. He's still young, he'll get over me leaving one day, and it's not like I have many years left to grieve over something like this anyway. It's time for us to go our separate ways.

He hated it, but that was the right decision to make here. He had to get out of this house before he did something he would regret for the rest of his life. Even with his mind made up, it took him several minutes before he was able to muster up the strength to hop off of the couch and make his way upstairs to the hallway. Stewie was in his room, the place he had remained for most of the past week. The dog walked up to the door and knocked twice.

"Stewie…can I come in? We need to talk."

There was no response from the other end, but Brian was able to make out the sound of something being removed from in font of the door. The child must have barricaded himself in to prevent any unwanted intrusions. The dog waited a moment before opening the door. Stewie was sitting at his small plastic table, facing the wall, with his back towards the canine. Brian shut the door behind him and walked over to take a seat beside Stewie. The child kept his face turned away, not wanting to look at the dog. Brian took a moment to collect his thoughts before beginning.

"Stewie, I know how upset you are with me right now, and you have every right to be. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did after you told me how you felt. It was wrong, but you have to understand, I didn't know what else to do. You're feelings may be genuine; I have no doubt that they are, but they're also unnatural. You're too young to be worrying about things like falling in love and wanting to spend the rest of your life with one person in particular. For goodness sake, you're only one, Kid. You may not see it that way, but it's the truth, Stewie."

He stopped, waiting to see if there was anything the boy wanted to say. When he got no response, he sighed and kept going.

"I said the best thing for you to do is to just move on and forget about me, and I still believe that's what's best for you, but there's no way that's going to happen while I'm living here. That's why…"

Brian paused, knowing that what came next would not go over too well no matter how he phrased it. There was no sense in sugar coating it.

"I've decided to leave."

The child did nothing for a second before slowly turning his head to face the dog.

"W-What?"

Brian couldn't stand the pained look in Stewie's eyes, especially knowing that he was the cause of it, but he continued, though his voice was slightly shaking now.

"I'm leaving. This relationship we share, it's all wrong. You were right. We're very close, but there comes a point when close becomes too close and the only right thing that can be done is to break ties with the person you're closest too, especially when that person is someone as young as you are."

Brian went to say something else, but he was stopped by Stewie launching himself at him and gripping him into a fiercely tight hug.

"No! You can't leave! I can't live in this house without you! I'm sorry, Brian! I take it all back! I was just being stupid! Don't leave me!"

The boy was crying, tears wetting the dog's fur. Brian wrapped his arms around the boy, forcing himself to remain strong despite wanting to break down into tears as well. They stayed like that for a while. Stewie's crying began to get quieter, so Brian began speaking again.

"You weren't being stupid, Stewie. You meant what you said. I'm sorry, but I have to go. It's what's best for the both of us."

He gave the infant one last squeeze before releasing him and forcing their bodies apart. Stewie just stared up at him, not wanting to believe that this was happening.

"I'm packing up and leaving tomorrow. I haven't told the others yet because I figured you should be the first to know. I'll tell them tonight after dinner."

He got up out of the chair and went to leave the room, but before he could open the door, he heard Stewie behind him.

"You're pathetic."

The dog turned around and froze. The child's eyes were still shimmering with unshed tears, but beyond that, the gaze Stewie was giving him was one of emptiness. He seemed almost hollow, and the dog found that he couldn't bring himself to look away no matter how much he wanted to in that moment. After realizing he had Brian's attention, the boy kept talking.

"I don't know why you're leaving, but it sure as hell isn't because 'it's what's best for the both of us'. Out of all the things I've done, why, tell me, why would you finally draw the line at something like this? What you're doing doesn't make any sense, Brian. I'd rather you just flat out rejected me rather than have you just up and leave. That's what will really mess me up, Brian. I have no fucking clue what I would do without you as at least a friend."

The dog sighed.

"I've never been completely ok with everything you've done, Stewie, but really, those are things you would have done no matter what I said anyway. At least with this, I can actually prevent you from making a huge mistake. You may think you'll be ok continuing this friendship, but something like that will destroy you emotionally. I have to go."

There was nothing left to say, He had made his point. Brian turned around and opened the door.

"I love you."

The child's voice was barely audible as he whispered through a sob, and Brian chose to ignore it as he walked out the door.

That night he told the rest of the family. When they questioned him about his reasons for leaving, all he could tell them was it was just something he had to do. Nobody questioned him beyond that. They probably figured he'd be back just like he always was, but they had no way of knowing how serious he was this time. After that, he didn't see Stewie for the rest of the night. Which, he thought, was probably for the best.

The next morning he loaded all of his belongings into his Prius and said goodbye to everyone except Stewie, who was unsurprisingly absent during his departure. Everyone made him promise to keep in contact. He lied and said he would, not wanting to try and make up an excuse for why that wasn't an option. After one final wave goodbye, Brian hopped inside the vehicle and started the engine. As he went to put the car in reverse, he took a minute to look up at Stewie's bedroom window. The boy was there, staring at him. Brian couldn't make out the mixture of emotions on the infant's face, but he felt a chill go down his spine for the brief second their eyes met.

Ignore it, Brian. This is the right thing to do.

He gave the boy a small smile in a pathetic attempt at reassuring him. Stewie immediately turned away from the window and walked away. The dog felt his heart sink. As far as he was concerned that was the last time he would ever see his little buddy, but little did he know, fate had other plans. He put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway before driving down the road, away from the life he once knew.