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It would be easier if Ben didn't love him.

Of course, not all of him loved Andy. Some parts of him ferociously hated the child for all the psychological, physical, downright spiritual suffering he inflicted upon the hare — the sleepless nights, the monopoly upon his thoughts and attention, and the aching muscles and friction-burnt skin. It looked at the innocent little thing and wanted to make it scream in revenge for the teasing it did to Ben and his penis. It wanted to bathe in the mortal agony he could inflict the kid if he crammed his big dick up that plump ass and fucked it with years of pent-up rage. Hate.

But he did love him. At least, he hoped it was Love. Of course it was. Of course it was. Real love. Realer than the feelings he had for Owen. It saw Andy's innocence and youthfulness and throbbed with awe, craving proximity to it to protect it so he could worship it, taste it, drink it down, all his own, all for him. He wanted to be Andy's, and more than that, he wanted Andy to be his. Love.

So it was not easy to love him. But he would shoulder that immense burden. That's what love was, after all. In his eyes, anyway.

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