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so before this one shot starts i want to thank you guys for over 10k, although my chapters barely reach 100 anymore. Still thank you, i love you guys so much x

A long hall, full of students and people running around with backpacks stuffed with assignments to hand in, notebooks to write in and books they use for class. It's all a blur as Michael takes it in, just standing there in the middle of the chaos that is called college.

His small grey kitten ears flatten as he sees a dog hybrid in the hallway. He hisses as he feels his tail, that's out of his pants, thicken. His green eyes narrow as he watches the small puppy walk past him, turning and walking into one of the many classrooms.

The small boy's green eyes shimmed over the crowd, searching for someone who's equally as terrified as the new boy, but to no avail. He couldn't see anything as all the tall dominants from the higher classes walk past, him bowing down his head in submissiveness. His tail was now the thin shape it used to have, while his ears were perked up.

In 3098 the system was introduced of dividing people in two groups, dominants and submissive's. Of course, the first three generations had some trouble, but when the time grew longer and the system advanced, the submissive's were submissive's from birth, and the dominants naturally possessive and tall.

''Classroom eight, on the fourth floor it is.'' He sighs to himself as he hoists up his own stuffed backpack, taking small steps towards the huge staircase. As he steps on the first step his eyes flatten immediately, scared of the noise coming from all of the people on the staircase.

His long grey tail wraps himself around Michael's waist, curling up to protect the small boy his stomach, walking up the stairs. The small boy had been at this college for over a week now, but still isn't used to the full hallways, the sharing of dorms, the sounds everywhere, nowhere a silent place to be found.

Except for the library that the green eyed boy beauty goes to after his classes. After his long legs carried the boy upstairs, he tries to push his way gently through the enormous group of students, all rushing to their classes, just like Michael. He sighs as he finally reaches classroom eight-zero-four, walking into the classroom through the still open door.

The small boy nods at his teacher, who's standing with his legs spread just the tiny bit, his feet firmly on the ground as the six foot five inches dominant nods back at the small boy. Michael shivers as the man's almost grey eyes stare into his soul, and the green eyed boy regrets even looking at the man.

Michael slowly makes his way to an empty seat, somewhat in the back of the room. Of course, everyone could see the teacher, hear him and even feel him sometimes because his voice was so loud. The seats were set up like an auditorium, every single row a little higher than the one in front of it.

The petite boy slid into his seat, immediately opening his backpack that he had pulled of his back and grabbing his notebook for this class, art history.

Michael loves class. He likes the way his teacher tells the stories of the people had mastered the skill of painting and art just a few hundred years earlier, before the small boy his mom was even born

His mum. The green eyed boy sniffles thinking about the woman who raised him without the safety of a dominant in her life. Michael's dad died in an awful car crash when he was about to go home. A drunk driver, they told his mom. It wasn't a drunk driver, the lilac haired boy found, years later.

It was an execution, meant for someone else. But, they didn't catch the right guy, they crashed into Michael's father before the boy turned seven.

The small boy sighs, focusing his eyes on the huge interactive whiteboard hanging on the huge wall in front of the classroom.

''Welcome class! Attention on me please.'' The loud voice of Michael's teacher roared through the room, every single submissive bowing their heads in respect of the dominant, the other dominants in the room tensing their shoulders just a tad bit.

Luckily, Michael sits in between two other submissive, also kitten hybrids, during this class. English is a whole different story. The small boy is supposed to squeeze himself in between two dominants, who fight a lot with each other.

A shiver goes down Michael's spine as he feels a gaze resting on his back. He slowly turns around to see no one in particular looking at him, so he turns back, the weird feeling of being watched returning once again.

Michael tries to ignore the weird feeling of being watched, but can't stop looking over his shoulder every few minutes. The pale boy doesn't see anyone staring at him every single time, but the gaze returns even though.

''Clifford! Are you even paying attention?!'' The teachers voice roared through the classroom once more, a few steps on the stairs, looking straight at Michael.

The small boy gasps, his head bowing immediately. His ears flatten on his head, his tail wrapping around his waist before he slowly nods. He hears snickering behind him,

''Use your words!'' The loud voice makes Michael squeak, his mouth going dry from embarrassment. ''Ye-yes s-sir, I'l-I'll p-pay ate-attention sir.'' He slowly stutters out, his voice high and shaky. The teacher nods before walking down the stairs, taking his place on the small stage in front of the class once again.

''Grab your message tablet. A message has been send to your inbox. Read it, and follow the instructions carefully.'' This time, the dominant his voice is lower, softer even while he looks at his students who rush to grab their message tablets.

Every single citizen on earth received one on their fifteenth birthday, it was a sign of the journey you began to adulthood. Michael was so excited when he got his, but the rules about the tablet, those were the ones he didn't enjoy, at all.

Every single submissive must hand their message tablets to their dominants when they are pared, security procedure.

The green eyed boy slowly types in his code, opening his inbox right after to read what the message is about.

Good morning Michael Clifford, number 7553.

The instructions that are mentioned in this message must be done, strictly the way it's said to do so. This is your paring letter.

1. Every single class from now on is cancelled, for the upcoming week.

2. Proceed to your student dorm and grab your suitcase, only the essentials for a week will be put in your suitcase. A suitcase has been send to your door.

3. After you've grabbed your suitcase, proceed to the main hall.

4. You will be transported to the Paring Hall that's in your state, in your case you will be travelling by light train to New York City.

5. Once you arrive, you will be taken to the pairing rooms.

6. After this, you have been paired with your dominant.

7. Further instructions are given to you after you have been paired.

As mentioned, follow these instructions strictly. When that's neglected, you will be fined.

Have a nice day,

The ministry of pairing.

Michael gulps as he reads the letter over and over. His green eyes scan the letters as they seem to dance in front of Michael's eyes. He got his pairing letter. His future is in his hands, right there, the letters are really there on his tablet.

He raises his head, finally looking away from the paper to see people already standing up and putting their stuff in their bags. So, Michael stands up and grabs his backpack before shoving his notebook and pencil case inside. He closes his back, slings it over his shoulder and starts to walk down the stairs.

''Exciting, eh?'' He hears someone say behind him, so he turns his head to look at the person. The lilac haired kitten frowns as he sees that the question wasn't meant for him, his grey tail wrapping around his waist to once again protect him from people.

''Good luck, I'll see you next week.'' Is said to the younger boy before he walks out of the classroom, rushing towards the dorm building. The small boy rushes, because a time isn't mentioned on the picture, and Michael definitely doesn't want to be the last person to arrive in the main hall.

The ears on top of his head flatten as he sees the amount of people rushing to their dorms, and he sighs. He won't be paired, right? He'll just go to his dorm and live a long and lonely life without anyone but himself.

''Walk faster.'' Someone says before shoving Michael into the wall. The kitten boy hisses at the person although he's already far away, and he pouts. Why are some dominants to mean? He thinks before he pulls himself together once more, and continues his journey towards his dorm.

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The Pairing Hall Of New York City is full of adolescents awaiting their future as Michael walks in. His ears perk up at the odd silence, he'd expected a lot more chaos than this. He had expected people running around, laughing or even crying. But no, a strong silence found his way into the small boy his kitten ears. A slow, soft tune of classical music was being played in the background, calming Michael almost immediately.

''Group C, please proceed to room thirty seven.'' A low voice interrupted the heavy silence in the building, the intercom blaring out instructions. During the ride in the Light Train, Michael was instructed to follow group C. So, he sees people standing up and walking off, and he follows right behind them.

The group is full of submissive, the small submissive senses as he walks along with them. Every single human being walking to room thirty seven their shoulders are just sagged a little bit, their heads bowing with every person they pass. Some of them are also hybrids, the small boy notices. He sees at least four other pairs of ears in the group, a long black kitten tail right in front of him.

No one was talking, no one breathed through his mouth or stomped his foot just a little too loud, the long corridor leading to room thirty seven was full of an almost deafening silence. It soared through Michael's ears, his veins were full of silence it seemed as he carried on walking, following the group until a man in a black jacket stopped them.

''Submissive's from group C, enter here.'' I was obvious that the tall man was a dominant, so Michael bowed his head when he walked by the old man. He estimated the man to be around his forties. His hair was a tad bit grey, his face just a little crinklier than the younger generation.

''Seat yourself.'' The man says, making everyone shiver. The dominant's voice is really loud, scruffy and dark sounding. The small boy slowly sat down, placing his grey suitcase next to him. Michael looks around to see his fellow group C members also sitting down in front of their computer, putting their suitcases next to them carefully, all without any noise.

''Of course,'' The man stars, and all submissive's bow their heads, their eyes just barely registering the man. ''The government knows almost everything about us, citizens, but, even though that's the case, you have to fill in some of these questions, so we can pair you all to the best of our abilities. So, basic instructions. There's a camera made into this computer, just look at it for ten seconds straight and it will provide you with all the information we have about you, your family and your life. Press the button 'correct' when the information that appears on the screen is correct. If it's not, you will be able to change it. When you've clicked on 'okay' a few questions will pop up. Answer these questions truthfully and take it seriously. '' The dominant waits for the submissive's to nod,

''You may start now.''

The room falls quiet again as Michael slowly turns his head towards the computer, widening his eyes just to make sure the computer can scan it. Just when the small by his ears are flattening in sadness and his tail is already starting to sag, the screen lights up.

Michael Gordon Clifford.

Name: Michael

Surname: Clifford

Parents: Karen Clifford, Daryl Clifford.

Birth date: 20th of November 3203.

Birth City: Edison.

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Friends: Had one when he was younger, Jack Delehay.

Hybrid: Kitten.

Height: 5,4.

Specialties: Dad passed away in a car crash when Michael was seven. Mom raised him on his own. An extreme introvert, not very social and scared of huge groups of people.

Michael's eyes scan the information, reading it over and over before tapping the white okay button with his pointy finger. He could've changed that his dad didn't die in a car crash but in an execution, but the small boy didn't want to start trouble. When the screen in front of Michael's green eyes turns white with black letters, he starts to read again.

Is there anything you would like your dominant to know about you?

Answer: Yes, please. I hope he respects me and doesn't leave me.

How did you figure out your sexuality? Is it certain?

Answer: Yes it is certain. I just liked boys more than girls when I was younger, that's still the case.

What do you look for in a dominant?

Answer: Someone who will take care of me, protect me and cherish me. Someone who will love me the way I am and someone who will give me milk in the mornings.

What do you major in?

Answer: Art.

The questions kept coming, and the small boy was kind of tired after answering them all honestly. The screen went back to black and he turned his head to look at the other people in the room to see that most of them were all done.

After a few minutes of waiting and listening to the deafening silence, the dominant stands up from his chair, ''Please all proceed to the waiting room through this door. Your names will appear on the screen with your dominant their name, and you will be taken to a room to meet them. This will go on alphabetical order with your dominant's first name.''

Michael lets out a shaky sigh, he won't know when his name will appear on the screen. He slowly grabs his suitcase once more and stands up, following the other submissive's to the door and entering the other room.

A few white couches are placed randomly in the room, paintings adorning the walls. A big black screen hangs on one of the walls, almost taking up all the space on the wall. ''Sit down please.''

The submissive sit down quickly, grey suitcase neatly placed in front of them. Michael's eyes widen as a beep noise is heard, and he sees something green appear on the screen.

''Ariel Lingtem (D) paired with Geneve Stimp (S)'' The letters were huge and green, slowly making their way to the right side of the screen to make room for two different names. A small girl who sat across the room from Michael. The girl wasn't a hybrid, her long brown hair hid her petite face as she stands up, bowing her head as she pulls her suitcase along with her as she walks towards the grey door the Dominant stands, legs wide and the door open.

After the door closes, all the eyes are fixated on the screen once more, Michael's green eyes wide in fear for what may come his way after he gets paired. Will his dominant love him? Cherish him? Give him the things he needs? Listen to him? Care for him? Protect him?

All these questions came to a sudden stop when the small boy noticed a new pair of names appear on the screen.

''Ashton Irwin (D), Luke Hemmings (D) and Calum Hood (D) paired with Michael Clifford (S).'' A loud gasp fills up the room, the noise startling the small green boy. ''That's unheard off.'' He hears someone whisper, making his kitten ears shiver and his tail stiffen.

''Michael Clifford, follow me please.'' The dominant that was there in the quiz room with them mentioned for Michael to follow him, so the small boy stands up. He firmly grabs his suitcase, slowly starting to walk, his suitcase wheels rolling against the grey tiled floor.

''Proceed to room nine. Your dominants will be seated there. Further instructions are given to them.'' It was weird to hear 'them' instead of 'he' or 'him'. The green eyed boy always thought that you couldn't have more dominants than one, he has never heard of someone having more than one dominant.

It was weird and exciting at the same time.

The kitten boy nods his head at the dominant, mumbling a 'yes sir,' and walking off on his search for room nine.

The corridors are boring in Michael's opinion. The walls were a broken white colour, the grey tiles on the floor clean enough to eat from them, and no colour whatsoever on the walls. The small boy preferred purple, or maybe a light pink on the walls, a cute painting here and there.

His train of random thoughts halts when Michael spots a grey door with a huge white nine on the front. A small sigh leaves his small body before placing his hand on the handle, putting power on it and clicking the door open.

The whispers that fill the room bounce of the walls into Michael's ear, making him shiver. Those are three dominants he's about to deal with. The kitten ears on the small boy's head perk up just to be able to know what the other gentleman are saying, but it stops as soon as they hear the click of the door opening.

''He's here.'' A soft whisper was heard, a small smile appearing on Michael's face before he slowly, and clumsily, stepped forward and pulled his suitcase with him.

His eyes widen at the sight in front of him. Three young looking man are seated onto a few stools, seated at a white table, looking up at him. The first one has curly hair, his eyes a strict hazel. The man was very masculine, his biceps visible through the fabric of his suit. The man in the middle his blonde hair is quiffed up, a lip ring hanging onto his bottom lip, a pair of sea blue eyes staring into Michael's boring green ones.

The third man had a light tinted skin, just a little browner than the usual American and pair of beautiful brown eyes. The man jawline was on point, Michael notices, the man's muscles also pushing against the tight fabric of his suit.

Michael gulps slowly as the three gentlemen stand up, walking in his direction. The smaller boy doesn't budge, though. His dominants start to eye him from up close, fingers softly caressing his body through his clothing, one of them touching his tail, making it wrap around Michael's waist automatically.

The tinted man quirks up his eyebrow, making Michael nod at him in apology. ''I'm sorry sir.'' He whispers, his voice soft and slightly higher than his usual voice. The man shrugs at him, pulling the other two away from Michael, making him frown just a little bit before bowing his head.

''He's absolutely breath taking.'' He hears one of them whisper, and Michael blushes slightly before putting up a straight face again, looking at his white Nike shoes, tapping the noses together like he used to when he was younger.

''I know right, I love his kitty ears.'' Another low voice is heard in a soft whisper, making Michael blush once again. ''Michael.'' The smaller boy his head shoots up, his green eyes wide with curiosity as to why his dominants are calling for him.

He sees his three dominants staring at him, the curly haired one waving him over, so Michael does. He slowly lets go of his suitcase and walks up to them, his head bowed down just the slightest, his kitten ears full on display and his tail carefully wrapped around his waist as a protection of some sort.

A hand with slim, long fingers slowly clasps around Michael's chin, pulling it up so Michael is looking at the three.

''I'm Ashton Irwin.'' The man says, letting go of Michael's chin and steps back. Michael nods, ''Hello Sir.'' Ashton's eyes slightly widen, biting his lip and nodding. ''I'm Luke Hemmings.'' The tallest of them all says, his piercing blue eyes eyeing Michael a little more. ''Hello Sir.'' The smaller boy politely replies, nodding his head at his dominant as well.

''I'm Calum Hood.'' The third one says, making Michael nod once again, ''Hello Sir.'' He tells Calum as well, before putting a smile on his face and looking at all three of his dominants.

''Are you okay with this, with three dominants?'' Luke asks, his eyes scanning further along Michael's body and halting at the boy his tail wrapped around his waist.

''Yes Sir, I am.'' Michael answers quickly, maybe a little too quickly as he sees Ashton's eyebrows shoot up, making the smaller kitten boy his cheeks turn red. ''Amazing.'' Ashton says, his eyebrows going down again, flashing a small smile towards Michael, hoping to relax the boy a little. The small boy his ears perk up as he hears a different pair of footsteps from coming from the hallway, and he smiles at his dominants before the door is opened.

Michael immediately turns around, because hey, it could be a dominant, and he bows his head. ''Tilt your head up, Michael.'' He hears Luke's low, strong and dominant voice bounce through the room so the small boy looks up, his green eyes growing wide by seeing a man standing there, full in smoking.

The man has slightly long black hair, straightened and just falling a little on his shoulders. The man his light green eyes looking down on Michael, his six foot four making him tower over the small boy his five foot four frame. ''Tsk, Hemmings.'' The man says, his voice low and he squints his eyes at Luke, Michael guesses, he can't look behind him.

''So, as you may have noticed,'' The tall man folds his hands in front of himself, a small smile on his face before he continues, his voice loud and clear, ''This is different. We've only had two other cases in the entire time this system existed, that someone has more than one dominant or submissive, in this case Michael Clifford has three dominants.'' The man explains, making someone behind him sigh.

''We already figured that one out.'' Calum's loud voice was taunting. Calum was taunting another dominant. Michael's tail tensed and fluffed up at the sight of the tall man his eyes turning a darker shade, the smaller boy his ears flattening themselves as he lets out a shaky breath, he hates fights.

Since Michael was a little kid he hated yelling, shouting or even when someone just raised their voice a little more than just the normal volume. The person didn't even have to talk directly towards Michael or the boy would flinch away. So being in this position made him terrified. His hands started to shake just from looking at the taller man slowly stepping towards Michael, walking past him making the smaller boy gulp softly before he turns around to look what is happening with his dominants and the strange man. ''I suppose you don't know who I am, Hood. Cause I know who you are. You think you are a whole of a lot, with your two friends standing next to you. You think that you can do whatever the fu.ck you want, when you want and with who you want. But, that's going to change now, pal. You have an actual human being to take care of now, for the rest of your life if you don't screw up.'' The man his voice is low and husky, and his words make Michael shiver, are his dominants that bad?

''But, if you guys want to pull back and retake your test sometime, that's fine. I have multiple dominants standing in the room you guys just left who were also compatible with Michael Clifford, almost as much as you guys, but I'm pretty sure they will be fine.'' The man chuckled at the end of his little rant/speech.

''Right, sorry, Quinn.'' Calum looked to be intimidated by the man his words. ''So you guys want him?'' The man asks, looking at the trio now. ''Yes, Quinn.'' Luke answers, throwing a wink towards Michael, making the small boy blush a little. ''Of course, Kellin.'' Ashton says, his voice low, making shivers run down Michael's back.

''Well then. You can take Michael home if he's okay with it all.'' The tall man turns to look at Michael once again, making Michael bow his head slightly, his ears pointing at the taller man his lower abdomen. ''Are you, Michael.'' A sharp breath was taking in by Michael when the intimidating dominant placed a gentle hand on his tiny shoulder.

He heard someone else take a sharp breath, Michael couldn't figure out who it was though. ''I'm okay with it all, sir.'' Michael answered, his voice slightly shaking from the hand that was still covering his tiny shoulder.

''Are you sure?'' Michael nodded slightly, making someone take another sharp deep breath, making him shiver. ''Yes sir.'' Michael vocalised his answer, guessing one of his dominants meant that when he took a sharp breath. ''Okay, good. I wish you guys well. And I swear to god, if I hear one of you went too far with him or hurt him in anyway, I will take him in myself.'' The man spats the last bit of his words towards Michael's dominants, making the trio tense their muscles to try and intimidate the other dominant in the room.

''Yes Sir.'' The three dominants answer, nodding. ''Alright, I'll come and check up on you guys in a month or so.'' They all nod towards the taller man, before the man walks out. ''That was Kellin Quinn.'' Luke says, making Michael nod at him.

''You haven't said much, why not?'' Calum asks all of the sudden, making Michael look at him with wide eyes. ''I-i-I'm a l-little n-nervous a-and i-I didn't know i-if I was a-a-allowed too...'' His voice is silent, just above a whisper, his head hanging low. Michael frowns when he hears a coo,

''You can talk whenever you want, as long as you don't talk over us or embarrass yourself or us. Also, you can talk when you look us in the eye.'' Ashton says, so Michael immediately looks up and smiles a little. ''Thank you, sir.'' He whispers, making Luke chuckle.

''Guys, i think we got a good one.''

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It's been a few weeks living with his dominants in the huge mansion the three boys owned, and Michael had loved every single bit of it. From finding out how the trio became friends in middle school, to the cuddle sessions on the couch with everyone, to the times Michael was alone and could explore the beautiful house he now lived in. The small kitten boy was in the clouds when he found out there was a library and a little arcade just for him.

Right now, the small boy could be found in the backyard, weeding some of the plants. His hands were a slight brown from the dirt on his hands, his nose a little too from when his nose itched and he had to wipe it.

''What are you doing love?'' He heard Luke ask, so the small boy turned around, smiling at his dominant. ''I'm weeding the plants, Lukey.'' The nicknames Michael made up for his dominants were always the cutest according to his dominants. The small boy called Calum Cally, Ashton was Ashy and Luke was Lukey. So far, the dominants didn't complain so Michael continued calling them this way, while the dominant all had different names for him.

Luke usually called him love, or babe. Ashton always said Mikey, while Calum called him kitten or baby, and Michael loved every single one of them.

''I can see that babe, but why? Lydia will do the plants tomorrow.'' Luke says, putting a hand on Michael shoulder, making the tiny boy relax a little. ''I know.. I just love these plants so much, they remind me of my mom a lot.'' Michael grabbed one of the beautiful Dahlia's which was just blooming.

Michael told his dominants about his mom the second day he was in the house. He stumbled across the garden and saw the flowers for the first time, and he immediately teared up. The boys were full of understanding words and calming caresses all over Michael's body, he felt loved.

''They are so beautiful, yet sophisticated. They are one of a kind, but still seen a lot. Just like my mom used to be..'' The small boy sighed as he let go of the flower, slowly standing up, turning to his dominant and blinking. ''Love, don't cry. She's watching you, every day. She may not be here, but she's in your heart and she will forever be there, as long as you live.'' Luke whispered as he pulled his sad submissive close, kissing the small kitten boy right in between of his ears, making Michael purr a little.

''I know, Lukey, thank you.'' Michael whispered, making Luke smile. He loved the nickname Michael gave him. ''Are you coming? I think Calum has dinner ready.'' Michael nodded at his dominant. ''I've got to wash my hands first, Lukey.'' He says, making the blonde boy nod.

''Do it fast yeah, I'm pretty sure Calum and Ashton are waiting for us in the dinner room.'' Michael nods at his dominant, making Luke smile and kiss the smaller boy on the forehead, before turning and walking down the long corridor.

Michael quickly turns around, his tail spinning with him before he takes off to the closest toilet. It took the kitten boy a few days to get used to the immense mansion his three dominants owned. Compared to his college dorm, this was heaven. He liked to walk around in the corridors, or play hide and seek with one of his dominants in the long walls and the huge rooms.

Michael loved his life, and nothing could ever ruin that.

He quickly found one of the many toilets in the house, and took a pee. He washed his hands quickly, before pulling open the door and walking out. He closed the door behind him and rubbed his hands on his legging, before taking of and walking towards the dinner room.

The kitten boy hummed one of the many songs he knew in his head as he walked along the white, sometimes mocha coloured walls, his hands neatly folded in front of him as he walked, his shoes sometimes clacking on the tiled floors.

''Hey baby! We're eating spaghetti today, your favourite.'' Michael blushed as the taller, raven haired dominant towered over him, smiling like an idiot as he softly pets Michael's kitten ears.

''Thank you, Cally!'' The younger boy squealed, wrapping his arms around the dominants neck and standing on his tippy toes to peck his dominants cheek. When the smaller boy started to pull away, Calum chuckled, wrapping his arms around Michael's waist very tight. ''You're not leaving that quick, baby.'' Michael giggled, catching the other dominants' their attention.

''Come here, I'm hungry!'' Luke whined from the dinner room, making Michael giggle even louder. ''By the way I'm Michael's big spoon tonight!'' The younger boy of the four heard Ashton claim him for the night, making him blush. Ashton had the tendency to get very jealous sometimes.

''You can't ju-'' Luke got interrupted by Ashton once again.

''Yes I can.'' Ashton's voice was prominent, so when Michael entered the room, Calum trailing behind him, the younger boy sat down next to the curly haired boy who claimed him for the night.

''I'll cuddle with you tonight, Ashy.'' Michael said, making Ashton smile. ''Thank you love.'' The older boy answered, bending over and kissing the spot between Michael's kitten ears.

''Let's start dinner, boys.''

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