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Play Date (Dadceit pt. 2)

TRIGGER WARNING: mention of blood, swearing, mention of bullying. Lemme know!

So a few of yall wanted more of this. Here ya go!

Dadceit pt. 2

Damien was chasing Virgil around the house with a hairbrush in his hand. Lunch was made and the kids were dressed, but Virgil’s full head of dark hair looked like a complete rat’s nest and Damien needed to get it brushed before Patton arrived with Roman and Logan.

“Virgil,” he called out, sighing. ‘Damn that kid is fast…’ “Get back here! Now!” He ran a hand through his own hair. Remus was currently picking up the play room, so no help from him. ‘The house isn’t even that big.’ Damien glanced around, smirking when he saw a slight bit of purple fabric hanging out from the blanket cabinet.

He quietly walked over, opening the cabinet and grabbing Virgil. “Gotcha, munchkin!”

Virgil squealed. “No, Daddy” he giggled, squirming in Damien’s grasp. He was trying to get away again.

Damien held tight, gently brushing through Virgil’s hair with the brush once the kid settled down in his arms. He sat him down, Virgil instantly running off and going towards the play room. Damien rolled his eyes.

The doorbell rang and Remus called out, “I got it, Dad!” He ran to the door.

“Nuh uh!” Damien said, running to it with him. “Remus, you’re not allowed to answer the door without me here. What if it’s a stranger?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Dad, it’s Uncle Patton and his kids. I’ll be fine.” He opened the door, revealing the three of them.

Patton smiled, looking happy to be there with his friend. “Heya, Damien!” His curly blond hair was in his eyes as he smiled, his blue eyes shining happily, surrounded by the square frames of his dark glasses. He had on his normal attire, a light blue t-shirt with a grey cardigan wrapped around his shoulders, and some jeans and tennis shoes.

At his side were two young boys, Roman and Logan. The two were biologically brothers, unlike his own kids. However they couldn’t be more different.

 The younger of the two was Roman. He was 7 years old and had light brown hair and dark blue eyes, and honestly short for his age. He was wearing a dark red shirt that said “Prince” in golden lettering on the chest, along with some blue jeans. The kid was grinning ear to ear.

Logan, on the other hand, was 12, being two years older than Remus. He was wearing a black polo and a dark blue tie. He had on some black slacks and dress shoes, He had curly hair that was a dark brown, nearly black. His eyes were a hazel color, and he had the same glasses as his dad. He had a book in his hand, smiling only slightly.

Damien grinned, moving aside to let the three in. “Hey, Pat! It’s been a couple weeks, how’ve you been?” He watched as the four kids all ran into the play room, leaving the two to talk.

Patton shrugged, “It’s been….a rough couple of weeks. Roman got into a fight at school, someone talking bad about Logan. I knew he was in the right, but he threw the first punch…” He sighed, shaking his head. “I grounded him for a few days, but nothing more really.”

Damien nodded. “I get that...Remus gets himself into fights a lot, mostly because I swear that kid has no verbal filter.” He chuckled softly. “He told one kid that was mean to him that he’d...what was it….oh yeah. That he would shive rocks down his throat until they came out his ass. Those exact words.” He laughed with Patton, remembering the day. “I brought him home and he got grounded for a weekend, but being fair, the kid had called him a bunch of mean things.”

Patton sighed. “Kids are so mean these days...I guess not much unlike when we were little, huh Damien?”

The other nodded. “Kids are cruel. That’s why Virgil isn’t in school, why I homeschool him. He’s sensitive, I don’t want him getting hurt.”

The two adults kept talking about more things, basically just catching up. Therefore, let us turn our attention to the kids in the other room.

Roman, Remus, and Virgil were all coloring, Logan sitting in a chair and reading his book. Virgil had a small smile as he colored a picture of a bat, knowing Damien would hang it on the fridge if he wanted him to. Once he finished he crawled up next to Logan, situating himself in the twelve year olds lap. Logan didn’t stop reading, instead instinctively putting an arm around the toddler and starting to read the story aloud.

Roman had a coloring page of a knight, putting the man in shiny armor with a red plume. He made the horse have brown fur and a light colored tail, smiling. In his mind, he had already made up a story where the Knight was on a heroic quest to save a damsel in distress. The Knight had to slay a dragon witch, defeat trolls...Roman ended up finishing the coloring and grinned down at it.

Remus, however...yeah. He had originally had a coloring page of Winnie the Pooh, but he had been practicing drawing, mostly of animals. He decided to add slimy tentacles coming from Winnie’s back, and giving him a menacing grin. He colored the tentacles green and black, deciding to add blood coming from the ends of them as well as from the bear’s mouth.

Both boys looked at one another’s sheets. Roman’s eyes widened in horror. “You ruined Winnie the Pooh, Remus!”

Remus rolled his eyes. “C’mon Roman, where’s the fun in not being creative? You didn’t even add anything to the drawing!”

The two started bickering, getting louder with each retort. Virgil ended up covering his ears, whimpering. His ears were sensitive, so he hated loud noises. Neither of the boys heard him, still growing louder.

Logan sat down his book, holding the toddler protectively. “Roman, Remus,” he said, just loud enough for the two to hear him and look over. “Keep it down you two, you know Virgil doesn’t like loud noises.”

Roman and Remus both quietly apologised before quietly agreeing to go show their dads the colorings. They each grabbed their own, heading out. 

“Dad!” they both said, holding up their drawings.

Patton let out a soft awe to Roman’s drawing, smiling. Damien looked at it and chuckled. “Very nice, Roman.”

Then the two looked at Remus’s. They both forced smiles, saying words of praise. “That’s very...creative,” Damien said, smiling at his son.

Patton nodded, “Both of them are! How about you put yours on the fridge, Remus, and we’ll put Roman’s on ours when we get home?”

Both boys nodded, running to put Remus’s picture on the fridge. Damien and Patton looked at one another and laughed.

Patton was the first to be able to talk again after a few minutes. “How did we end up with those two?” he giggled out.

Damien shrugged, chuckling. “No clue. But I wouldn;t trade them for anything.”

The other shook his head, “Me neither. Is lunch ready?:

Damien nodded. “It should be, I’ll get Roman and Remus, can you get the other two?”

Patton smiled, “No problem, Dede.” He left the room, headed to the playroom. 

He shook his head, smiling, and Damien got up to go get the other two. Once he had them situated at the table, he heard Patton call his name.

Frowning, Damien went towards the playroom. He stopped at the door and smiled.

On the chair was Logan, asleep, holding a sleeping Virgil who was curled up on his chest, Logan’s hand was in Virgil’s hair, as if he was playing with it, and Virgil had his fingers dug slightly into Logan’s shirt.

Both dads got a picture, agreeing to just feed the two lunch when they woke up.