FOP- Daddy Comes Home

Summary: Papa Cosmo has come back!! But...what's this? Not everything's the way he had hoped it would be for a good ol fashioned reunion. Nega-Timmy's on the prowl again! Yaoi/Slash involved R&R please!

A/n: Forgive me for the wait on the sequel to the Anti-God Parents, and yes, this is the sequel to it! YAY! Anywho, I do not own the original characters, but I do own this story and Angelina Chrysillie/Turner. Enjoy!.


AJ frowned a little bit as he leaned over the microscope, taking out the small petri dish that held the blood sample of the injured animal he had found just outside his house the night before. Vampires? He quickly shook his head, erasing the little images that crossed his mind. Vampires aren't real, genius! I'm starting to sound like Chester now!

The young scientist let out a sigh as he started to clean up the mess on his desk. It was close to nine o'clock. If he didn't disguise his lab back into his bedroom soon, his mother or father would burst into the room unnanounced with that battering ram. He froze in his tracks just after he hit the button, his bedroom coming back to life.

Something was wrong. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he had the strangest feeling that he was being watched. He stole a glance from the bedroom window, which was partly open now. But he closed it when he had gotten the blood sample, didn't he? He frowned, walking over quickly and shutting the window. "Just what is going on?" he asked himself, rubbing his temples.

"Nothing to worry that big brain of yours about," he jumped upon hearing the breathy whisper near his ear.

"Who are you and how did you get in?" He demanded, trying to sound brave, but his voice came out just a little bit on the shaky side.

AJ cringed a little bit upon feeling his neck being licked, arms wrapping around his waist. "Through the window, how else?" the voice whispered again, this time, kissing the boy's cheek.

"Doesn't answer my first question. Who are you?"

"An admirer."

He frowned, not liking the answer at all. He turned his head around to meet a pair of red eyes, just before a clawed hand covered his eyes, craving lips pressed against his. He wanted to push the other boy off of him, but the grip around his waist was too strong. He felt himself give in, slowly, ever so slowly, wrapping his arms around the stranger's own waist.