In the Peace of Wild Things

(Full summary) Hunter is an oblivious child growing up in a broken home. Dakota is quite aware of his situation and Hunter is his only escape when things get really tough. Robert is their pedophilic father whose problems surpasses them both. With a future as uncertain as theirs theres no telling what life has in store.

Warning: This story will contain violence, profanity, drug use, incest, sexual activities involving a minor/minors(over 14), consensual/non consensual(?), lots of humor +. You have been warned.

A/N I have no beta so please excuse mistakes found. u.u

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It was happening again. The cries heard from Hunters spot in front of the T.V were getting too loud to be ignored. His little head turned up towards the stairs- a frightened expression on his face. He wasn’t too sure what he should do next. Dakota had told him to stay put when he heard things like this. It meant he was battling the monster -whose been trying to eat him- in his closet.



“You don’t want to get eaten do you?”



No he did not.



So he was to be a good boy and wait until it was all over to come up. The small child turned his attention back towards the children’s sitcom.



Bang!



Bang!



But the sounds were too disturbing to disregard.



Kota needs my help. I can help him fight that monster. I’m strong too. He thought childishly, standing up. He took one small step on the first stair- stopped, listened- then another, quietly he crept intent of taking the monster by surprise.



The closer his socked feet got, the louder the sounds became until he was right in front of Dakota’s door. Taking a deep breath he bravely pushed it about an inch way open, peeking inside.



Expecting to see a creature with the conventional makings of a monster-you know, big creepy eyes, green fur or at least a set of scary claws- Hunter was surprised to see nothing of the sort. There wasn’t anything in that room that resembled a monster but there was his dad- their dad- moving in a strange manner in which Hunter had never seen before on top of his older brother. His golden eyes widened curiously.



Dakota’s hair was tousled around him, his eyes squeezed shut and his pale face- flushed red-a red that travelled to Hunters cheeks as he watched his brothers legs spread further apart. The five year old didn’t know exactly what they were doing but he did know that whatever it was-was making him feel strange.



There was a bizarre chill that ran up Dakotas’s spine at that moment- the type of chill that ran through you only when someone you couldn’t see was watching you. He then opened his eyes and turned his head locking onto the little boy by the door peeking into his room.



“Hunter!” He gasped, startled. Turning his face he pressed both hands up into the hard chest above him.



“Stop! Hunter’s watching!”



“Then let him watch.”



A warm tongue lapped against Dakotas full reddening lips and disgusted he pushed it away; visibly angering the man that was supposed to be their father. He struggled fighting against the heavy hands that were now seeking to hold him down.



“No!!”



Amongst the hysteria, he turned to see his brother still watching; the look on his face horrifying him.



“Robert, please!” Dakota cried out- his hands, finally caught and trapped on either side of him. But Robert didn’t stop instead the thrusts grew harder-erratic and more painful.



“Hunter get out!!” He yelled.



“Don’t look get out!!!”



But the small boy just stood there, hypnotized, with his mouth slacked open, and his eyes- unmoving.



“GET-OUT!!!”



Shaken by his brother’s voice Hunter fearfully slammed the door shut and ran back down the stairs tripping over the last step, he fell. His petite chest heaved up and down scared of what he just saw.



Was their father the monster his brother had been fighting this whole time?



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Bright aurous eyes followed Dakota as they watched him make breakfast in the kitchen the next morning.



“Kota.” Hunter whined staring attentively at the fifteen year old with both hands pressed against his olive cheeks.



“What is it Hunt?”



Dakota had been avoiding those questioning eyes since yesterday afternoon. Unable to look straight into them and answer truthfully when asked:



“Kota, what was daddy doing on top of you yesterday?”



The same question asked at least 500 times since waking this morning. He realized then the questions wouldn’t cease until this inquisitive child was given a satisfying answer.



“Daddy was...playing a game with me.” Dakota lied nosily going through the cupboard.



“Can I play too?”



“NO!” he shouted, turning. Hunter flinched and seeing this the older boy instantly calmed.



“I mean, you can’t... because...because it’s something daddy only plays with me.”



“Why?”



Dakota stopped, wondering himself.



“I don’t know why.” He answered honestly.



“Is daddy the monster in your closet?”



Dakota circled back to the contents boiling in the small pot staring at the bubbles as they grew, and popped.



“Yea... daddy’s the monster alright.” He muttered under his breath.



“Is he?”



“Did you finish your homework?” Dakota asked skillfully, now aiming to change the subject, but Hunter didn’t fall for it.



“Hey stop trying to change the subject.” He giggled.



“You caught me, your just too smart, how about I give you dollar as a reward.”



“A dollar?”



“What am I going to do with a dollar?”



“I want ONE hundred dollars.”



“Then I can buy a race car, like the one Logan’s dad has!”



Dakota’s eyes dulled as Hunter rambled on.



-Children and their warped sense of the value of money.



The air in the room stilled as the sound of footsteps above the staircase travelled into the kitchen area. Hearing those heavy steps caused Dakotas whole body to glitch and he opened the fridge immediately pretending to look for something that obviously wasn’t there.



“Good morning daddy!” Hunter chirped as a, young looking man- tall in stature, lean in muscle, with light brown hair and gray-blue eyes- came walking down the stairs fully dressed in corporate attire.



“Good morning baby.” He cooed kissing Hunters lips. The older boy in the room turned a watchful eye.



“Dad, Kota said you’d only play that game with him, is that true?”



Dakota gave his little brother an uncomfortable look sighing as he ran a hand through his long brown hair.



“What game?”



“The game of you moving on top of Kota-like this.” Pale green eyes grew twice their size, stunned as Hunter gyrated his hips wildly in his seat.



“Oh...”Robert trailed, smiling with his teeth, he glanced up at Dakota with eyes so predatory the teen was forced to look away.



“Well... it is a game I only play with Kota-“



“-a game you’ll never play.” Dakota hastily added glaring at the man.



“...Right.”



“So next time, be a good boy and wait until we’re finished. Okay?”



Hunter nodded obediently following the empty bowl that was now placed in front of him.



“Aren’t you going to offer me any?” Robert questioned coming up behind the younger boy as he poured some oatmeal into Hunters bowl.



“No.” Dakota answered coldly moving his waist away from the hands that had slithered around them.



“Can you please not do this here.” he whispered through gritted teeth. Ignored, his dark tresses where pushed to one side exposing his slender white neck and the older man leaned forward pressing his firm lips against the skin there.



Hunter watched with absorbing eyes as his brother masterfully swiveled out of reach.



“Oh wow, would you look at the time!” he smiled sarcastically, clapping his hands together. “Time to go!”



Robert smirked looking at his watch as he grabbed his keys.



“Alright, I’ll see you two when I get home then.”



“Bye dad!” Hunter waved happily as their dad headed out the kitchen.



The front door shut and a wave of tension suddenly flooded out Dakota’s veins. Now a bit more relaxed he pulled a second bowl from the cabinet.



“Kota...”



“Yea?” He said quickly opening the freezer grabbing the ice cream in the back.



It was already eight o clock and he was running a little later than usual. He had about fifteen minutes left to take Hunter to the bus stop and make it to school on time-which he never did anyway- so he didn’t really have much time left to sit and eat a decent breakfast.



“This tastes like poo-poo.”



Dakotas’ face dropped.



Well at least what he thought to be a decent breakfast. He sulked. If he had known that beforehand he would have gladly offered Robert some.



Hunter stared questioningly at the slopped mess of oatmeal that glided off his spoon and the older boy couldn’t help but smile sympathetically at the sight. He took the bowl and switched it with his own.



“Here then, have some ice cream.”



“Really!?”



“Yea, knock yourself out.”



“Yay!”



“Oh, actually you know what would be even better?” he added excitedly taking the bowl back from him and opening the microwave.



“What?”



“Ice cream with cereal.”



“Is it good?



“What!? Hell yeah it’s good.”



“Hell yeah!” Hunter repeated.



Dakota grinned, turning just as the microwave beeped.



With the two ingredients set in front of him, Hunter happily watched as his brother poured some captain crunch over the, now melted, ice cream.



“Okay, taste.” The teen said eagerly.



His small mouth clamped dramatically over the spoonful offered and hazel eyes lit up taking the spoon from Dakota’s hand.



“Mmm?” Dakota nodded.



“Mmm- hmm” Hunter followed causing the other to laugh.



“Finish all of it and then we can leave.”



“Okay!”



Rushing out the house they made it just as the bus arrived.



“You have everything?”



“-Yep!”



“Where’s the money I gave you?”



“-In my pocket.”



“Don’t take it out till lunch time kay?”



“Okay.”



“If someone tries to steal it what do you do?”



“I beat them up?”



“Correct!”



The teen bent down.



“Kiss -kiss?”



Hunter cheesed childishly pecking his brother’s lips as he boarded him on.



Dakota was sad to see him go even though he knew he’d be seeing him at the end of the day. That boy was the only good he had left in his life, the only speck of light brightening his darkened tunnel. If he were never born surely he’d be dead by now.



Dakota waited until the bus disappeared from view to look at the time.



8:31am



Fourteen minutes to get to school. He thought. There was no way he’d get there on time. His phone vibrated just he’d returned it to his pocket and taking it back out he checked the text he’d received.



Corbin [0/25]



Goin 2 class 2day?



Nah, don’t feel like it.



Niiice.



U goin?

Fuck no, Me n Aspen jus came bak from bennyz.



We got a “new box of crayons” with some”really cool colors.” lol



Wanna c?



Dakota grinned, texting back.



U no I’m down.

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An Author’s Rambles!



Ah, first chapter! I’m so nervous I could puke!



I have no beta and I’m scared shitless of my story not translating well. But in the end I guess it’s for those who read to decide.



Questions you may be asking...



1) “Omg! Incest!? How could you!?”



Answer: -Omg! Incest!! How come you read this far? ::gasp::



2) “Okay I don’t get it. What the hell could “We got a new box of crayons with some really cool colors” mean? Really, who makes shit up like that?”



Answer- Haha well, believe it or not that was a code kids used to use when I was in high school (presently in college) when they got weed and wanted to get high. Personally, I never did it but you’d hear them saying it all the time until the principal decoded it that is. Then they came up with” frying chicken!” LOL



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