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Part 2) London Need

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Blair woke up in his new home, stretching his entire body lazily, starting by curling his paws into the sheets, arching his back, tail standing straight up and out, before letting his chest fall back to the bed, his claws flexing a little into the cotton sheets as he yawned, his tail swishing a little. Curling up in a ball in the middle of the bed, Blair opened his pale, pale blue eyes, looking curiously at the clock. Let's see, he thought. Asher is probably knocked out still, he mused, his stomach making it very clear that it was hungry and would not wait for its owner to contemplate whether or not to walk through the flat nude or not. Slowly, Blair sat up and stretched again, popping his shoulders as he pulled his arms straight above him and yawned again before padding across the vanilla looking carpet to his door.

Taking a cautionary peek around his doorframe, the stealthy feline pressed himself against the wall, ready to bolt into one of the other rooms at a movement's notice. His eyes darted warily at the door that he found out yesterday lead to the bedroom of a very sexy white German Sheperd with eyes as green as poison, and hair that looked like silk tinsel, it was so shiny. This canine was also his new roommate, and hopefully, his new friend, seeing as it would be difficult to share the flat with him if it was otherwise. Taking one more glance at it, the feline strode down the hallway confidently, making his way to the beautiful kitchen.

The cat smiled and closed his eyes before entering, coming through the doorway with an exaggerated twirl that made him bump into something very solid, very furry, and very pissed. Blair flattened his ears as his eyes snapped open and were meet by those piercing eyes of his roomie. Taking a step back, Blair glanced at the floor before looking at the canine again, noticing he too wasn't wearing any clothing but was holding what seemed to be a shot glass but a little bigger above his head, obviously trying to not spill its contents.

"I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention, I thought you would be asleep still. Not that I would know, because I've never lived with you before, but most of my other shared apartments, the furs didn't wake up until 9... hey, what's that?" Blair said, trying to shift Asher's attention off of him and onto whatever liquid he was holding. Asher looked at one of the cabinets, as if thinking of a good answer to something he obviously didn't want to answer. Finally, he looked back into those chilling blue eyes and lowered his arms slowly, mumbling out his answer.

"It's just a muscle relaxer," the German Shepard mumbled, looking at Blair a little worriedly. Blair tilted his ears forward before taking a quick step forward, getting a whiff of the unknown drink before taking a step back, disgust showing on his face before he could control his emotions. "I didn't know a muscle relaxer smelled like vodka..." Blair took another step back, unable to hide his complete disgust at the thought that anyone could drink this early in the beautiful morning.

Asher was looking down at the drink that had moments ago beckoned his poor parched body and now he saw that he was just that weak. Growling, hating himself for his weakness, he poured the liquid down the drain and set the glass in the empty sink, looking at the feline before him. Blair was giving him a half smile, his face saying that he was glad that the liquid was where it belonged - down the drain. To Asher, it seemed like confession time.

" I'm... well, I have a bit of a drinking problem - I'm not an alcoholic," the canine was quick to add, as the feline's ears began to flatten back again. " I just... I just have these situations I'm always in, always getting disappointed and -and I just need some help." Asher sighed and hung his head, his shoulders slumping in silent defeat, waiting for the disgust to come flying at him; waiting for it to cut him to ribbons.

All he felt was the air shift, not even hearing the feline move behind him, until he felt those smaller paws moving up and down his back, hearing the faint purring as Blair massaged his back lightly before pulling away. He smiled a sad little smile, his green eyes drowning instead of solid and uncaring as the sleek gray cat took his paw.

"If you want a muscle relaxer, why don't you go and slip some shorts on and I'll slip some clothes on and come give you a massage. Want to do it in your room or mine?" Blair watched amazement fill the dog's eyes as a grin split across his dark face, his blue eyes like dancing flames, warming the Shepard. Asher cleared his throat a little before pulling his paw out of Blair's and spoke. "Mine."

Asher watched, uncertainty curling through every ever corner of his body as he watched the graceful cat smile and slink off, his movements like liquid as he disappeared around the corner and down the hall. Looking back at the empty glass in the sink, Ash made his way slowly to his bedroom, closing it and looking around the hush of his bedroom. It's so plain compared to rest of the house, he thought in silent dismay. Sighing, the Shepard walked across the room, standing to one side as he opened his closet, some boxes tumbling dangerously close to his feet. Digging a little into the boxes, he produced a pair of cut off jeans, slipping them on without underwear, not caring because that stud of cat would never see if he was or not. He was as straight as a pin - right? Pushing the boxes back into their usual disarray, he heard a gently knock at one of the two doors leading to the room.

"Just a sec," he called, closing the closet door as quickly as possible before Blair said anything about how untidy he was. That riled him a little. He was not cleaning up for a boyfriend; it's just his roommate. In defiance against the part of him that wanted the place to look good for the slim feline, he opened the door and let a few boxes fall out, pulling a few more boxes tumbling down, creating a mess before walking to open the door he had heard the knock emanate from.

Blair stood there, hands behind his back, allowing the Shepard an uninterrupted view, which he took. Blair was taller than him by at least an inch, not including the tip of his ears. His coat was one solid, silky color, as if he had been dipped into the gorgeous grey color, even his tail not stained by the usual white tip. His eyes were startling beautiful, a little paler than the color of a Husky's, looking his body over in the same fashion Asher was looking over his. Clenching his jaw, he moved out of the way for the feline, watching that sexy tail swish almost seductively from side to side.

Blair looked around the robin egg colored room, before his eyes stopped, lingering on something that Asher couldn't make out clearly. With a mischievous grin, the feline bent down and picked up a purple thong and waving it in the air. Blushing, the Shepard leapt across the room, attempting to tackle the cat in hopes of wrestling the underwear from him. Blair just side stepped him and walked around the bed, out of reach and in reach of the other door for a quick escape. Slowly, Asher got up.

"These your... girlfriend's or something?" The feline taunted him, moving the skimpy pair of underwear towards his nose. "'Cause... these don't smell like pussy... these smell like -" The feline tried to dart again but he was effectively tackled and pinned to the ground, the smaller fur growling in his face, making him laugh. Hoping to shock the dog on top of him, Blair kissed his cheek and wiggled his hips, making the dog yelp and jump back in disbelief. The pair of undies in question were soon thrown up to hang around Asher's muzzle for a second before he reached up with one of his pale paws and snatched it off, throwing it back into the closet.

Shuffling across the room, a blush creeping through his white fur, Asher commenced to push his boxes unceremoniously back into the closet, closing it firmly and leaning his forehead against the wood. He heard his bed creak and turned, looking at Blair, who had sat on the edge of the bed, smiling and patting the bed, reminding the canine why Blair was in there to begin with. Asher blushed a little redder, making Blair laugh out loud.

"And I thought you looked good in white - you look even better in pink!" Ash ducked his head, his ears going flat as he walked towards the bed that was being occupied by the thing that had haunted his dreams last night. The cat just laughed again and grabbed the Shepard's wrist and tugging on it, unbalancing him hard enough to send him sprawling on the soft unmade bed that was comfortably big considering how tall both furs were. Ash did a sort of push up and repositioned himself, his head turned to face the dreaded closet and the secrets hidden inside. Blair reacted to the repositioning of this gorgeous canine specimen as an invitation to get started.

As soon as he felt the bed shift, Ash tensed, wondering if Blair had given up on him after all, until he felt his hips being straddled. The canine yelped as if he had just been struck, his body jerking up, making the cat either ride him or fall off as he turned an even brighter shade of pink under his thick fur. He wrapped his arms around the pillow his head rested on for dear life, burying his muzzle in its depths, trying in vain to hide his embarrassment. The feline just chuckled and leaned towards his laid back ears.

"You know, real men look good in pink and my - you must be a real man!" Blair leaned back and laid a gentle paw on the squirming male's ass underneath him, using it as leverage as he adjusted, or that was his excuse if questioned. Ash just silently whimpered a little before Blair took over again, starting on the pale ears with their light pink insides. He massaged the very tip before going to the base of the ear, working at the muscles around it, loosening them up gently before skritching on the thin fur on the outside of the ear. Ash relaxed as Blair delved his dark paws into the smaller male's shoulder length hair, purring at the texture, soft, like feathers almost, though if felt as if you could feel every single hair, even in a handful of it. Regretfully, Blair just used the handfuls to move it all to one side so he could get access to the neck.

The cat's eyebrows met in a small frown at all the knots in the muscles just around the neck and shoulders, having to apply just the right amount of pressure to be forceful on the stubborn ones but not hard enough to damage the sensitive tissue and muscles. He worked slowly, taking time to marvel at the shape of the German Shepard's back, the curve of his spine that led to the firm ass he was sitting on. His paws splayed, curving around the ever-moving ribcage, just feeling the simple mechanics of Asher's breathing - just breathing.

Blair groaned inwardly at the way Asher just laid there, waiting for him to take him. No, he reminded himself firmly, having to pause a moment in his administrations to clear his head. Asher was lying there, waiting for him to finish massaging his back, and then go to his room and act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Just two, normal roommates, no attraction, mutual or otherwise, whatsoever. Right. Sure.

Asher arose out of his current state of spacing out enough to notice that Blair had gone still above him. Twisting his body a little to look over his shoulder fully at the gray mass of sexiness sitting on his rump, he noticed a strange look in the cat's eyes moments before Blair leaned down and kissed the slightly parted lips. Before Ash could protest, start to kiss him back or even think straight, Blair was gone. And so were all the feelings of contentment and safety.

Slowly, the canine lifted a shaky paw to his lips, touched the moisture there, just to make sure he wasn't imagining it all and jack-knifed out of the bed. Ash headed out the door that had been swung open in haste, darting down the hallway towards Blair's room. Sure enough, there was Blair, but not in the state he expected. He was on his cell phone, jabbering in a language that was in a blur to him, to fast to even start to try and figure out actual sounds and what his brain was supplying. The feline was a bundle of contained violence and energy, almost pacing a path through the carpet and to the floor below. Clothes were being thrown into the duffle bag as he moved, the cell balancing precariously on one shoulder, held only by the feline's soft cheek.

Frustrated and confused, Ash walked over and snatched the cell out from under Blair's cheek, putting it to his own ear, listening to the slower, more soothing voice on the other line, which he quickly recognized. He should have known; like brother, like sister.

"Hey Eli, Blair's going to have to call you back." Before Deliah could complain, Asher was already closing the cell phone in front of Blair's nose, which twitched in response. They stared at each other for a moment, defiance beating into anger and confusion, neither willing to break the silence first until anger won.

"What right do you have to kiss me and just leave, then start calling your bloody sister, getting her involved when you and I can fight this out without her! You didn't have to start packing up your clothes, because you aren't going anywhere." Ash nearly snarled the words at Blair before stomping out of the room with the cell phone, slamming the door shut behind him. It was almost immediately opened by Blair, who came stalking up to the smaller male.

"Listen here, you don't have the right to barge in and grab this," Blair said, snatching the cell phone away from Asher and holding it up to show him before slipping it into a place where Ash didn't quit catch.

"Well you listen here, if we're going to do this, we're going to have to work at it, that's what mates do!" Everything froze. Ash looked stricken and paler than usual, his eyes staring without blinking into Blair's. The feline just stood there, too shocked to focus on anything at the moment, letting the words replay in his head again, a little more slowly.

"I mean roommates... that's what roommates do..."Ash attempted lamely, his mind fumbling with a way to fix this situation.

Their silence was broken by the shrill of the cell phone's ringer, which was the tune usually associated with doom in movies. Blair jumped as if his tail had been stepped on, yelping as he fumbled for the vibrating phone. He flipped it open without hesitation, his blue eyes looking straight into Ash, making the canine shiver at the raw determination and raw... something else he couldn't quite understand.

"Hello? No, Deliah, he didn't toss me on the bed and rape me... Of course I'm sure, I would not be answering this phone if he had - now don't start that shit, you'll regret it later and you know it.... Uh huh... Hey, listen, Asher and I have some things to work out; can you call back in, say a few days? No, I'm not going to be needing that plane ticket or the cab.... Thanks sis. Talk to you later. Uh huh... yeah, love you too Del."

Flipping the cell phone shut for the second time, Blair looked a little sheepishly at Asher, who was still in a semi- stupor over the whole ordeal. Thinking for a moment, the feline leaned forward, pressing his nose into Asher's, lips not quite touching but close enough for a sharp intake of breath to put them together. Ash just stood there, his body tingling, his eyes a little wider with shock than with anything else, just listening to the cat's purring. Growling a little, he closed his eyes, determined to see how far this would go before Blair would back out, pressing his lips roughly to the feline's welcoming lips.

Blair felt a little trill of happiness shoot up and down his spine, making his silken fur stand on end before resettling gently. He started to raise his arms to circle around Ash but he hesitated, letting his paws rest gently just above the canine's hip bones, even though his paws were itching to do other things. His fingers could still feel those muscles underneath their sensitive tips, the hardness paired with the shocking softness of Ash's fur, combining to create a heady aphrodisiac for the needy feline. He hadn't wanted it to come out like this to Ash but what he heard last night...last night, he just couldn't get Asher out of his mind and now... now, he could feel the hot interior of the canine's mouth just calling to him, begging for him to slide his tongue inside.

Asher groaned silently at the feel of the feline's paws as the started to create pressure just above his hip bones, just enough pressure to show that Blair wanted to continue this and it sent the pleasure right down to his sensitive member that was starting to grow and press against the coarse inside of his jeans. It was enough to make him whimper ever so quietly as he felt that smooth feline tongue entire his mouth, the tip of it exploring his mouth almost hesitantly, causing Ash to wrap his arms around Blair to draw him closer, wanting the feel of the feline's fur next to his, mixing with his, their scents mingling with each other as the bulge in their pants bumped and rubbed against each other in need.

Their kiss became more wanting, the feline's need nearly rising over the Shepard's need as each sought to eat each other's very soul out of their mouths. Tongues probed more strongly, each fighting for dominance over the other. Teeth bit into sensitive lips as their bodies pressed together, harder and more violently that before. Blair let out a hiss of pleasure as Asher bit into his lip and tugged at it strongly, his canine tongue caressing the texture of the tender lip, causing Blair to rub harder against doggy cock that was just moments from ripping the zipper off. Paws scrambled for the offensive, constraining clothes, groans were released at the feel of somebody else's than their own paws were the paws that were releasing them. With an exasperated growl and muscles straining, Asher lost patience, hooking his claws into the shorts and pulling, hearing the satisfying sound of ripping jeans. Blair growled slightly at the rough behavior, his need to be dominant rising without warning as he slid the shorts off smoothly and grabbed doggy meat that was almost teasingly stripping off it's furry sheath. Asher's breath came out in a whoosh of air as he closed his eyes and groaned at the feel of the cat's strong paw creating firm pressure up and down, in a steady motion, causing the Shepard's sheath to slide down further until Ash gave a little sigh as his large knot popped free. Ash whimpered as Blair released his prey but as Asher opened his eyes, he was glade to see the serious, this isn't over yet look in his companion's eyes.

"Your bedroom or mine," came the low command for Ash to comply with this, to commit fully to the need that was raging through both of them with an alarming ferocity.

"Yours."