Spaghetti Family part 12, all is lost without you

The morning hits me all wrong, and too overexposed and way too bright.

Robin is in my arms fast asleep, but I feel that something is going to happen and it is not going to be good.

He wakes up and says good morning.

“Morning, darling,” I whisper, holding him close.

“Hmm. Did you realize that we have seen Colin before?” Robin says in a soft quacking yawn. I sit up in the bed and it creaks a bit. “I remember we went through that same lesson before.”

“Yeah, we did. Course, we did,” I wrap my arm around him and pull him close and he sighs in a flustered manner.

“No. I meant this is the third time. The last time Colin said he loved us and gave us some special spherical computer. Don’t you remember that?” Robin says in a frustrated manner.

I felt something inside twist so badly I stood up, and gasped in a deep, unsettling way that turned into a cough.

“You-you remember? Finally?” I jump up and down in a rapid pace and feel an excitement boil down from my red feet to my hands.

“I think so… wait… that… ugh.. my head….” He lays back and covers his head with his hands.

I jump back in bed and gently caress his forehead, “Just relax my love, everything is okay. What…” his eyes meet mine and he sighs. “What else do you remember?”

“I remember our house.. our other home… I remember when we… first… kissed…” Robin says with a smile.

“Oh, you mean by the kitchen sink?” I grin.

“Yes! And you put your hands on my face and kissed my face a lot…” Robin lowers his beak into my chest and whimpers.

“I like your face,” I say simply and he simply nuzzles closer.

“I do too… I like your face too…” he says and we hold each other close.

“I’m so happy you finally remembered. I thought I went loopy and hallucinated that stuff… it was happy stuff, but still..” I sigh in an relieved way.

“No, you aren’t crazy. Well, in any case, I can say with certainty that either we are all crazy or all sane,” Robin concludes and I laugh dryly.

“That rings true,” I agree.

“Wanna go wake up Manny for breakfast,” Robin says and I grin wildly and jump up in the bed.

“Yes. Sure, my darling!”

“Why… why’re you acting so weird?” Robin says in a sarcastic tone, tilting his head in a concerned way.

“Oh, I just.. you remembered that we do that as a family! That we always wake up Manny to eat breakfast and meals together!” I hold his hands in mine.

He fluffs his front feathers and rolls his eyes, but smiles in spite of himself. “Of course! That’s how a family works, man!”

“True. Uh… May I kiss you again?” I ask and he nods without pause.

“Yes, you’re practically my husband. I recall that. So, go on ahead. Not too rough, though. I am a bit tired this morning,” Robin explains. I nod as I gently lean in, kissing his cheek.

“Hmm! That’s not even a proper way to kiss!” Robin whines, and crosses his arms over his chest. I laugh.

“Oh, darling, you just told me to be gentle…” I say and he frowns.

“No, I meant…” he suddenly jumps into my arms and plants a passionate smooch right on my lips.

I moan into the kiss and he wraps his hands into my hair.

“How about we just make that puppet love now? What do you say?” Robin whispers quickly in between the hot tongue kiss.

“Oh you are a bit more…” I wink at him… well, I think I am, but either way he presses his body against mine and I feel flush and happy he is all mine. “Cheeky..” I lower my hands and squeeze his bottom.

“Hah. Double entendre!” Robin laughs and I laugh too. I nuzzle my face against his and feel an intense feeling building up in my lower stomach, traveling up in my chest.

Suddenly, the room seems to be enveloped in a hot, shady love nest, and our hands can’t stop roaming about each other’s different layers of textures, as though we were meant to mine into our patterned plush, felt and fuzzy bodies like expertly crafted machines, to know each stitch and seam inherently, as we belonged to our stitched together hearts, magically.

“Oh, Harry, get on with it and fuck me,” Robin whispers in a husky voice as he grabs my hand, and physically points to a loose seam inside his pants, his hips are joined to mine as we press our felt together in a soft smoothness, the nothingness that joins us but feels like a moist, tangible hotness.

“Robin; my sexy old man, I’ll wreck you…” I breath into his mouth as we kiss, and my tongue slides over his cute beak.

He whimpers and moans as we move against each other in an agonizingly slow pace and my hand slides in his pants, going to his bottom where he led me.

“I’m not old…” he helps my hand go into his wanting seam and he gasps out loud. “I’m …you-yours…!” He cries out as I finger him slowly, his hips bouncing on top of my own hips, legs spread wide in a sleazy, inviting way.

“That’s right,” I agree in a low whisper. “Be a good, smart boy and say you’re mine again. All mine,” I arch my fingers deeper and he cries out louder, making me smile in a quiet satisfaction.

“I-I’m yours, all yours..” he moans, gripping onto my arms tightly.

I suddenly pull him closer, unintentionally making the pressure more intense for his body and he almost screams out my name.

He’s breathing heavily in my ear, and I think he’s so fucking beautiful. As a human man and like this.

All mine and beautiful and in my arms so safe and in mind blowing pleasure.

“I love you, Robin,” I say, kissing his face, and he locks eyes with mine, in a quiet euphoric awe.

“Aw, and I love you too, my dear,” Robin says back in a soft kiss, and I hold him close as I begin to slowly bring him to a cataclysmic sort of overflowing, ripping orgasm, though I can’t understand how, as we’re puppets and our bodies have no sexual organs. But—-I did it, anyway, I got my partner to climax hard, and that made me feel amazing. Robin told me in a quiet discussion that he thinks the reason it felt so good was because he knew I loved him in how I handled him because he felt so well taken care of, all of his needs were met without much questioning or concern for myself. I told him that just knowing he felt good made me feel good, so that was important.

The conversation made me feel like we were living on an eternity of an afterglow, rich in shared warmth and affection, and I was so happy.

We cuddled for a bit after, too. It was wonderful. Bliss.

After that, we cleaned up and got ready for the day, as Robin made breakfast and I woke up Manny so we can all eat together.

Robin outdid himself and made a full English breakfast with tea and homemade raspberry jam with butter biscuits, and we all gobbled it up, licking our fingers like sausages and laughing about our family tickle fight with the dry spaghetti the day before. I clean up with the help of Manny and we think of plans for the day.

“Let’s go out and go for a car ride!” I suggest, and everyone agrees, but it feels all wrong as we get ready to go.

As we step outside, the harsh sunlight hits me everywhere and I feel it seep in my very core.

“You’ve all been overindulgent I see…”

I hear a startlingly female voice hit above my hearing, and it’s above my head, though I’m too afraid to look up.

Robin eyes me and takes my hand.

“Are you okay?” Robin asks.

Manny climbs in the car, and I notice it slamming shut before he can barely get his feet inside. His hands were in view as it closed, and appears to be locked.

“Uh, sure I am, hop in, love,” I say, but I rush in to open the door and check the entire exterior, and rush to get in first.

“You sure are acting odd again!” Robin tells me as I start the engine.

I hope that’s all it is, I think, but as Robin settled in the passenger seat, I realize that this car ride may not worth the family fun time it promises, as the doors seem to fuse automatically in a hissing, steaming hot lock.

We cannot scream, but instead, I feel forced and compelled to drive.

My hands are glued to the wheel, and my foot on the motor, making it go to the floor.

“Dad’s going too fast!” Manny cries in a scared voice, and I try to talk but my voice is taken from me, and Robin looks shrunken down in his seat.

I feel absolutely helpless as I can’t stop the car and help my son or my partner.

Suddenly the car itself slows down, but the surroundings speed up. And I hear a creepy voice talking to Manny.

I look in the rear view mirror and see Roy climbing over the seats and grabbing Manny.

“Son… come with me..” Roy says in a grumble.

Robin turns, seeming to gain his strength back. “He’s never going with you! You pig! You monster! Get out of here!” And shoves the abusive excuse of a parent as best he can, but I see he’s tumbling into a pile of….

Mush?

My eyes can’t take it, but I can’t look anywhere else.

Manny rushes over to Robin and clutches at Robin, sobbing, “Papa, papa!”

Suddenly, there’s vapor, and a cloud of smoke, and he’s gone, but I don’t believe it.

How can you be gone after I just held you in my arms so tight? After we just laughed and cried and talked of our future? I try to hold Manny, as my shaking form is being controlled by someone or something and he falls on me in a deep painful set of sobs. It hurts to see my son this way. I can’t stand even a moment of it.

All is lost now without you, my love, and though you were taken from me, I’ll get you back.

Even if I have to kill some bitches first.