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Hurried footsteps echoed inside the town hall, the employees stood aside trying not to collide with the 17 year boy who was running through the hallways like every day.

Theodore Grambell, the workers are used to being around here going from one place to another, resting and joking with some parents who come to adopt a child. He easily avoids the Home Sweet Home caregivers who come looking for him to get him back to his daily activities. He always manages to escape with the same excuse that he calls “angel.” Everyone knows who he's referring to. In fact, he's heading to his office right now.

- my angel! –the boy shouted, opening the wooden door of the office with a bang. The person standing behind the desk looked at him tiredly and affectionately, loosening his tie around his neck. Calmly closed the door behind him and leaned on a bookcase to the right of him. – The caregivers didn't want to let me go from Home Sweet Home but Stella convinced them to let me go for a while. –he smiled a lazy smile, sometimes he looked like a laughing cat.- I won't come back.

- I told you not to call me that Theo, they might think badly of us -the teenager ignored what he said, as is customary, and approached to surround him with his arms and rest his chin on his head. He is taller than the worker, sometimes he misses how small he had been when he met him, now he is much smaller than the brunette and his coworkers can't stop making fun of him about this but it doesn't really bother him. He smiled reciprocating the hug, he loves receiving these signs of affection from Theo, they make him feel revitalized. - You should come back after we go to lunch, you cause a lot of trouble for the poor caretakers.

- No one has complained about what I call you -he snorted, rubbing his cheek in the worker's fluffy hair as if he were a cat asking for pampering.- Besides, everyone at Playcare knows that I like you, they can't think any worse than they already do. –he whispered close to the contrary ear, blowing playfully, generating chills to the body in his arms.

- Theodore, no -he scolded, placing his hands on his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away, but he was quickly grabbed by the waist and slammed hard against a nearby wall. his lips were caught by the brunette's who lowered his hands to his thighs, lifting him up, he wrapped his legs around the boy's hips and pressed the clothes on his broad back as his tongues played in each other's mouths, letting out wet sounds.

This was the real problem, the reason the caregivers tried to keep young Grambell away from him is because the boy refused to stop trying to court him.
At first they thought it was something childish, after all, he was barely ten years when he had brought a bouquet of daisies to the office during break time clinging to the hand of a suspiciously amused Stella, the boy hesitated for a few minutes before yelling at the four winds that he wanted to be her boyfriend. The reactions were multiple but in general everyone was moved, a loud “Awww” was heard in the dining room, he swore that he had never felt so nervous in his life, it would not be easy to reject a child in front of all the workers, He looked at Stella for help but the damn thing was busy snickering. He sighed thinking about his options, he didn't want to break Theo's illusions, besides, it's a childish love that would probably go away with time, it wouldn't hurt to give him hope, right?

"Thank you Theodore, you are very cute... but only older people can be a couple, like Mr. and Mrs. Hartmann, so you can be my boyfriend when you grow up" he said, receiving the bouquet of flowers carefully handed to him by the embarrassed brunette curly hair and pretty hazel eyes, it had been such a sweet and unexpected gesture. The child asked

"Uhm...soooo, could you wait until I'm older please?"

He didn't have the heart to say no to that hopeful look. "Of course, Theo."

But the years passed and that childish love never left, it is as if with each year he clung more to what he had told him, he did not know the magnitude of his words until Theodore began to escape from the caretakers to go visit him daily. Sometimes he appeared with a gift in his hands, other times he just enjoyed him company and very few occasions ended like this, the young Grambell telling him how much he liked him and then having a small argument and ending up kissing inside the office as if they couldn't live far away from the other's lips. The worst thing about it is that he doesn't find the strength in himself to stop these encounters, it's so fucking wrong, it wasn't even legal even though Theodore was about to turn 18, he's still so problematic. If anyone found out how this stubborn teen eats him mouth until he's breathless, sliding his hands over him hot skin, pulling on him nipples and rubbing his clothed erection needily on him ass, they might melt into his touch until he faints. Oh fucking god, he'd go to hell happy if it meant he could be subdued by this naughty brunette every day.

A shaky gasp escaped his lips as he felt a hand slide into his pants, squeezing his butt with desire, the kisses trailed down his chin to his neck stopping at his exposed collarbone, he doesn't know when he took off his shirt but the feeling of his abnormally sharp fangs digging into his flesh is so fascinating and pleasurable that it forces him to cover his mouth with one of his hands, muffling a moan while with the other he clings to the pretty curly hair. Small drops of blood slide down him shoulder, being chased by a hot tongue that comes down to play with one of him nipples, biting, sucking, damn it, the hand inside him pants separates one of him buttocks allowing the erection clothed in the other brush directly with him entrance. The friction is delicious, he feels his own pants getting wet with precum, his sensitive member trapped between the clothes and their bodies being stimulated by the constant movements.
The heat is unbearable, his body burns, he needs to free himself, the opponent's clothing bothers him so much that his trembling hands try to remove the jacket he is wearing but a sudden and strong attack makes him let out a high-pitched moan, stopping his work to cover his mouth. His face turns redder with embarrassment, if that's even possible, he feels the vibrations of Theo's amused laughter in his chest, this brat.

- Don't do that suddenly, dumb, they could discover us, Ah! –He let out another moan when he felt how they squeezed his butt. He snorted indignantly, hitting the boy's head with one of his fists, who only laughed at how weak those blows were. - Theodore Grambell!

- Oh yeeeees, I love it when you shout my name, pretty angel -he whispered, bringing his lips closer to the other's without bringing them together completely. The short one glared at him before pulling him into another needy kiss. He smiled in the middle of the kiss, he's really so in love with this fucking sweet and hot man.

- Thi... This pretty angel needs your cock inside, now -he said, separating with a trembling voice, he saw how the youngest's hazel eyes opened in surprise, being quickly replaced by lust along with a terrifyingly satisfied smile.

- Asking me to fuck you without saying please? What bad manners, little angel -he purred, squeezing his butt and kneading it. – You must be educated, I'm younger than you, I learn from you.

- You...perverted...damn horny teenager -refuses to have to beg him, he won't do that in a million years.

- Say please -he demanded in a deep voice, moving his hands away from the older man's pants. He sighed satisfied when he saw him make a face of resignation and anxiety. I hold his chin forcing him to keep his eyes connected – come on, say it.

- Please -he whispered self-consciously, suddenly he was placed on his desk, he heard some things being thrown to the floor and he couldn't care less when he felt sharp teeth grazing his neck.

- Please what? Speak properly -the youngest growled, holding both of the worker's legs open for him, caressing his thighs over his clothes.

- P...Please fuck me -he held his breath for a moment, waiting for what would follow next,

- Take off your pants and on your back, now. –he said, walking away from him while calmly taking off him jacket.

The worker obeyed, taking off his pants and underwear with some difficulty due to emotion, he quickly rested his chest on the cold wooden base that collided with his swollen nipples, raising his butt, moving it slightly before the hungry gaze of the minor who hit a of his buttocks leaving a red mark. He rubbed his erection between him soft buttocks, giving a few strokes that little by little painted them bright red, finally with the precum that dripped from his penis he wet her fingers and sank two into the entrance of him pretty angel eager to be fucked.

In reality, he wasn't even loosening it, they had done this so many times that him pretty body was used to receiving his penis without lubrication but he loves to tease the angel beneath him, it didn't take him long to hear him moans, watching him hips move to insert his fingers deeper. he pulled him fingers out of him, shifting them to the tip of his wet cock, rubbing the rim of his throbbing entrance, an annoyed moan from his angel making him laugh.

- Don't worry dear, I'll put it on -he said, rubbing circles on him soft little waist.

Without waiting for a response he completely entered the little angel who had to bite the palm of his hand to stifle a loud moan. It didn't take long for the thrusts to become deep and fast. It was like a necessity for both of them to stay connected, feeling each other's bodies tremble with pleasure or anticipation, the clash of skin could be heard echoing in the empty office along with loud gasps and barely concealed moans.
he can see how his cock disappears with each thrust into the other, feeling the heat enveloping him, he leaned forward crashing his chest against him pretty arched back, his hands gripping him slightly wide hips, pressing and leaving fresh bruises over the marks from previous encounters. His mouth, eager to taste the opposite skin, insisted on leaving marks on his neck and shoulders, knowing they would be difficult to hide later.

- Oh god...A...Ah! Fu..Fuck! Yes...yes!..right there...Ah! –he moaned particularly loudly, moving him hips back trying to make the thrusts deeper. The thrusts stopped, he was going to complain but a hand was placed on his neck forcing him to keep his head on the hard surface of the desk and his right arm was pulled back sharply along with new hard thrusts on his prostate that they made him scream. – Oh shit!…Oh my…fuck!…Theodore!

- I'll make you come without touching you -he bit his ear, feeling the man tremble beneath him from the stimulation. His balls were slapping against his butt deliciously, causing even wetter noises. At some point he worried that they might be heard outside the office, which probably already happened, but if no one had come in until now, it's a good sign. That and because he doesn't want to think about anything other than ruining the little angel who is so full of his penis right now.– I will fill you with my semen until your stomach swells

- Yes..Yes!..I want youuur..Mhm!..oh!..I want your semen..ah!...inside!..inside me! –He groaned, his hands clung to the edge of the desk seeking to hold on to the movements that made it grind, saliva escaped from his lips combining with the sweat of his body making a mess of fluids under him.

The thrusts became erratic, seeking the release of both, the worker came hard, leaving strings of semen on the floor and part of the desk while his entrance tightened, his sensitive penis was held by the teenager, masturbating him without stopping his movements. attacks. The overstimulation on both sides made him sob desperately.

- N..No please Ah! .. Uuuuhm... No... I can't... I caaaaan't -he begged, feeling how he was turned around looking face to face at the minor who placed his legs on his shoulders, sinking deeply into his hot interior. His nails dug into the brunette's back. – Please... I... no... Ah!... I'm going to cum... cum!

- Cum, cum for me, little angel -he said and finally the pretty boy shuddered, arching his back but nothing came out of his penis, he was having a dry orgasm. Theodore was excited by the spectacle and no longer able to hold on any longer he ended up cumming inside his opponent, pumping long strips of semen into his stomach, collapsing exhausted in the chair behind him, attracting his angel in the process, still sitting on the table his cock.

It took a few minutes to come down from the haze of pleasure, it was somewhat uncomfortable for the worker to still feel the cock stuck inside him but he did not have enough strength to remove it and Theodore did not seem to want to do it on his own. He sighed, snuggling into the child's chest, this had been… he prefers not to think about it, they would probably act like nothing happened next with the other employees.
A hand gently caressed his hair, picking up a rebellious strand and placing it behind his ear, an intimate and sweet gesture that caused him anxiety, now is when he remembers that this teenager is in love with him. he's taking advantage of his feelings by making him believe that he has a chance because he's not brave enough to tell him no, to tell him the whole truth about him and his purpose in the company. he's not the angel he calls him, nor could he be his partner even if he wanted to because he's not completely human and yet he feels so alive next to him. But at some point he'll get bored of him, right?

- I love you -said without stopping caressing him, he felt other people's tears sliding down the skin of his chest, this had also happened again and again after having sex. Like every time he hugs him in silence.

- I'm sorry -he whispered weakly, he's so pathetic, apologizing as if he could fix something.

- I know. –He said sadly, used to hearing those apologies. He may receive a different answer when he comes of age, or maybe not, but he prefers to continue believing that he is doing this not because of his selfishness but because it is something that they both mutually want and are not capable of admit.

. . .

Stella was standing outside her coworker's office holding some documents with a dismayed look, yes, everyone knows what happens between experiment 1188 and her coworker who he has insisted on calling "angel", the reason why the fact that they have not yet called the police or taken matters into their own hands is because 1188 is much more docile when next to “angel” which benefits the scientists in charge of the wide body project.
Theodore Grambell has always been a perfect candidate to become the next wide body that would be called Catnap, but due to his antisocial nature since he was a child, he could not be interacted with normally, since he met “angel” he became much more docile and even outgoing. It was a surprising change for her and all the Playcare staff but not for the scientists, after all, “angel” was created to have that effect on children.
What was never expected was that there would be some type of sentimental or physical attraction, but far from displeasing the company, it ended up interesting them even more to the point of postponing the transformation of 1188 just to see what could result from this situation.
But going back to the papers she had in his hand, years agos he thought that "angel" knew absolutely nothing about his status as a perfect experiment and the things they did to the company's children, so when he discovered all this by chance she kept silent for fear of reprisals. she knew it was strange that “the angel” from experiment 1188 had not realized his immortal status. She didn't once see him panicking over seeing the others aging naturally and him with his appearance intact. She also doesn't understand how Theodore hasn't realized that him angel doesn't age, while she already has all her white hair, her partner doesn't have a single gray hair, he's so impressive. All Playtime Co. employees are prohibited from saying anything about it but this does not include the orphans, however they also do not say anything, the situation only made her more curious and she ended up sneaking into her coworker's office to find some clues. In the end, she found these documents inside a folder with the title "Containment Project", each page is a detailed investigation of the company's activities, she has no fucking idea why this was hidden, there are even things in the documents that she didn't know. What is experiment 1006? Where do they get the poppy liquid from? And above all, why did the documents have her name on them?
he probably wanted her to find this information one day, was it too late or too soon? This is a jumble of emotions, the worst thing is that from what she just heard inside the office it is more than clear that her colleague is not in a position to do anything about it. she doesn't know if she can save the children and stop the company from committing these atrocities. Perhaps if this “relationship” between 1188 and the angel results in something that greatly benefits the company, they will leave the children alone.
She can only hope so.

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He left his office exhausted, rubbing one of his sore shoulders from the hours of work as he walked aimlessly through the halls of the city hall. It had been another exhausting day of parents worrying about their adopted children and constant yelling for an explanation, as if he could give one when he absolutely knows shit, he and Stella aren't paid enough for all the shit they have to put up with. He stopped in front of a colorful sugary drink machine with drawings of the company's toys. Only employees can use the machine with a special key, although he has seen some give a drink to an orphan. It is included in this list, they are too adorable. He took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, of which a pastel yellow one stood out, which he used to turn on the vending machine and select a Kissy cherry cola. He smiled at the ridiculous name, opening the can and consuming the contents slowly. He stayed for a moment, in silence and enjoying his drink.
It was already very late, the only thing that illuminated the whole place were the artificial lights on the poles and the neon stars in the fake sky, sometimes being underground for too long without seeing a real sky makes you lose track of time, it makes you more anxious than he already is. Lately, not only were the desperate parents a problem, the children began to disappear every weekend but instead of returning like previous times they did not appear again, each time the excuses were more absurd when he asked about them.

Where is Kevin?
He was transferred to an off-site hospital because he is very sick, he will get better.
But Kevin never came back.

What happened to Jude?
Some investors adopted her unexpectedly, we took care of the paperwork personally, she's in a better place.
But he never saw the adoption papers filed at city hall.

Where's Ollie?
Stop asking unnecessary questions

Ah, this whole situation was making him very nervous, the other workers in the medical area had been refusing to answer his questions, he doesn't understand, it's normal for him to worry about his children, Stella was doing the same thing but one afternoon she appeared nervous in his office and he didn't talk about it again. he loves each one of those children, having them disappear without a trace sets off him alarms and if no one was going to give him answers then he could look for them on him own. He heard a sound coming from the entrance door of the town hall, he turned around curious to know who it could be at this hour, he saw the small silhouette of a blonde child with messy hair and purple pajamas with a pattern of kittens looking at him in surprise, It seems that I didn't expect to find someone. The employee stared at him, he didn't remember seeing him before, maybe he arrived a few days ago by the cable car or he was in Stella's care, in any case, He assumed that the boy would run away like any other who is caught doing something prank, but contrary to what he thought, he simply stayed there, looking at him without making a sound. Quite unusual.

- Hello darling, what are you doing up at this hour? –he said in a soft voice, there was no other worker in the city hall besides him, which made the fact that the kid came here even more strange. He crouched down to the height of the boy who seemed to be 7 years, who managed to take a few steps back, playing with his fingers while his nervous gaze was directed to some blind spot behind him. He turned around trying to see what caught the infant's attention but he saw nothing but the monotonous color of the halls of the town hall.

- Water -he blurted out suddenly, drawing his attention. He seemed to be quite undecided about whether to continue speaking or not, returning his gaze to his hair and playing with a rebellious strand as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. The adult smiled at him, standing up and stretching his hand out in front of the child for him to hold. The little boy looked at him without understanding why he had not been reprimanded or punished. It was a completely new and different reaction for him, who was used to being hit or ignored..

- Let's get some water for you, sweety -he finally felt his small hand cling to hers with a slight tremor, the kid seemed not to want to take his gaze off the union of their hands, it's adorable.

He walked slowly going to the kitchen that the employees used on their break, he thought about going inside Home Sweet Home but if the child had left there just to ask for water he probably wouldn't want to come back, it's strange that no caregiver has noticed the In the absence of the little kid, they were very meticulous with their nightly rounds since some orphans would wake up due to nightmares or would try to escape to play. He let out a tired sigh when he saw the light on next to the open kitchen door, his coworkers are so irresponsible, leaving the work to him, It would be best if you check the entire place before you leave in case there is anything else, you don't want there to be a possible fire.
He approached the shelf where all the containers were without letting go of the child's hand, it was difficult to look for glasses with one hand but it is not impossible, he found his own cup that he uses to drink coffee sometimes, it is light blue with drawings of white cats. He wants to ask the little kitty, looks like one, his name and if he just wanted water. he thought about giving him some hot milk or maybe some cookies but he doesn't know if he is allergic to lactose or if he likes sugar, could it be that he doesn't like milk? Maybe giving him cookies is a bad idea since they have chocolate in them but he can spoil this sweetie if no one is watching, although he might not be able to sleep afterwards because of the sugar. He should think better of it.

- Theodore -the tiny voice whispered next to him. The worker looked at him with a sweet smile on his lips. The boy felt embarrassed but unable to stop seeing this new, kind person. It is strange to be treated with so much affection without feeling like you are being bothered, the adult does not force him to talk and does not ask him questions about his actions, it is as if he is trying to make him feel comfortable. He felt the largest fingers gently rubbing the palm of his hand, this gesture made him finally look away from the stranger's face, focusing on the ground or any other place. He can feel his hot cheeks.

- Thanks Theodore, now, would you like to have some milk? There's also orange juice -he said, bending down, he approached a door under the microwave, it's where the cleaning products are kept, after a while fumbling with his hand inside he pulled out a box of chocolate cookies in animal shapes, triumphantly realizing it. He put it next to his cup. - Well, I thought you might also want cookies, but if you don't want it, that's fine.

- Milk -Theo whispered, he didn't actually think he would ask him what he wanted to drink, it's nice to have someone who is so concerned about his preferences. Before the adult approached the refrigerator to take out the box of milk, the child pulled a little on the joint of his hands, drawing the attention of the older man who looked at him attentively. – Thank you –that had been difficult for him to say, not because he was thanking him but because he very weird said it without feeling obligated, he felt the caresses in the palm of his hand again. He feels like he's going to die of shame.

- You're welcome, honey -this child was filling his heart with sugar, now he understands why he hasn't seen him before, he's so shy and not very talkative that he probably prefers to stay inside his room instead of going out to play, the thought depresses him slightly. Would there be a caregiver to keep him company in his loneliness? He could ask later, just in case. After heating the milk and pouring it he gave the cup to Theodore who had to reluctantly let go of his hand to hold the cup.

Now with his hands free he took a cookie out of the box, he looked at it for a moment to see that he had taken out one in the shape of a dog, he chewed on one of his ears, he loves to eat these types of cookies. everyone at work knows this but they can't make fun of it since he also convinced them to try his cookies and they ended up liking them. he look at the boy focused on finishing his cup of milk, this was a peculiar night but it definitely lifted his spirits, he has to stay strong and stable for the children, he won't allow them to keep giving him shitty excuses every time one of them disappears. However, If he's going to investigate and go against the company's policies, he must be careful, he is not stupid, he knows that some overly curious employees have disappeared for sticking their noses where they shouldn't, he is facing something very big and they are afraid of disappearing like the others, should I leave a record for Stella? She also works with him, although judging by her behavior lately he might know something.oo.

- Cookie -he heard, breaking him out of his thoughts, he looked at Theodore who had his hand extended in his direction. – Please – he sighed with a smile and gave him a cookie at random, curiously it had been a cat, now that he sees it better, the boy seems to really like this animal judging by his pajamas and the weak smile when he saw the shape of the cat. cookie-cat. Adorable.

Yes, it would be worth the risk, but he has to find someone to help him in this investigation, perhaps a private investigator. Oh, he'll have to make some calls.