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"He's A Keeper"

Alex remembered his cadet days quite fondly, particularly two moments that made him think of those words.

But he wanted to start from the very top, and jump from moment to moment. The first thing he felt when he met Miles was that of fear. Not out of how intimidating he was. That white wolf was adorable, handsome, strong and muscular, and quite adept at shooting.

His father, however, was the very definition of fear. Who had turned out to be their training instructor. No one would've believed they were family apart from their red eyes. Their large muscles may have been coincidental, or their bodies being powerful workhorses that wouldn't break a sweat in the next several months.

Alex himself was a blue-scaled dragon, rougher on the outside but could not compete with Miles' strength. He was able to do 250 push-ups and do 250 more before he got tired. He himself could only do a hundred and that was it. That wouldn't be the quality he fell in love with, it would be his servitude to his fellow cadets.

That night where he only pushed himself just above 125, Miles bore his burden and did more on his behalf while inspiring others with a shout, almost like a howl, against the rain. Alex ended up doing fifty more push ups that night, and two hundred in the next.

Over the next few weeks of their training, under Major Fennix's watchful eye, they all trained rigorously while maintaining utmost camaraderie. A lot of trust fall exercises, as well as carrying each other over their heads in a straight line, and taking turns doing push ups on top of each other. Alex would admit that he wished he did more of that training besides Miles, but that shy- well used to be shy, German Shepherd was always with him.

And let's not get started on the showers, always glancing at the white wolf now and then without making it obvious, or having an erection despite it. But the few moments he caught a glimpse, Miles was packing. He himself was more of a grower than a shower, and maybe the sniper-prodigy saw his endowments too.

And here came the more memorable time he encountered him. Almost a year into their training, marching through the muddy forests of their base's backyard. In full combat gear too with weighted bags and rifles...

"One kilometer left ladies, we are almost there!" Christy shouted. A leopard covered in nineteen kilometer's worth of mud.

Miles was right behind her, "We've gotten this far everyone. Our ranks are awaiting us!"

"Damn right," Alex echoed the enthusiasm though a part of him did not feel it. Not with his entire body aching, fully reliant in motivation to be as good as the second person in their formation.

Miles, however, was leagues above them at that point and everyone still aspired. And he still didn't shy away from helping, having seen him go back and forth several times over to pick up his fellow cadet. Even his close friend the GerShep, and Christy, had gone back and forth to help others too.

Half a kilometer down their last leg of the march, Alex found himself collapsing under the weight of his gear. Those who were already struggling to keep themselves up passed beside. And someone far ahead made a noise, something along the lines of a person down on their knees.

Exhaustion did not let him process that he was in fact down on his knees, feeling the cold Earth underneath but his muscles burned, and his insides felt hollow from it. The mind was far disconnected, thinking he still marched with his comrades, thinking that the white wolf was still moving forward.

Miles was approaching him, gun slinging freely as he crouched beside. "Hey, Alex," he knew his name, "I'm going to help you on my shoulders okay?"

With precious little time on their exercise, everything slowed for them. Alex turned to meet Miles' face, still strong and smiling. He told him, "I got this." The scales on his cheeks emanated a different kind of warmth that relieved his aches for just a moment.

Miles smiled wider at his remark, further empowering the dragon with more desire. But the white wolf stood back up, offering his muddied glove only to take it off and show his white paw. "Here, let me help you get up at least."

This part was a bit hazy for Alex because he always glorified it way more than he should. To Miles, or at least as best as he could recall, they grabbed each other's arms and heaved him up back onto his feet. They went on their way, end of story.

In Alex's version, the sun shone through the clouds behind the white wolf, almost glistening his fur that was untouched by mud. He removed his own gloves and held Miles' hand, firm and strong as he was helped up while their eyes kept gazing at each other. His gear felt lighter, with his back sprouting wings. A fast beating heart, accompanied by the sound of his feet running alongside still holding his bare hand.

Miles smiled at him with flushed cheeks and a wagging tail.

Alex sighed, relieved, smiling back with cheeks just as red and his tail wagging too.

He never thought of feeling this way towards someone, especially as his blue scaled cheeks were covered in red. What started off as faint pink had more darkness to it. Warm but what followed was something wet. Thick?

Blood. Not his own.

In a blink, the forest had become urban. Surrounded by low-lying buildings struck by shelling, streets with corpses, debris, and craters. The stench of phosphor, and burnt meat wafted around. Some of these he felt responsible for.

Given the nature of their foe, it couldn't be helped. Hiding in civilian infrastructure, wearing normal-day clothing with weapon concealment, and even using hostages as of late. To follow orders blindly was inexcusable, and he should've protested more against striking their current spot the week prior. At least now, their target was much farther down the road.

Yet they themselves had become a target. Alex's foxhole had been lobbed with a single hand grenade. The last thing he could remember was Pvt. Gutierrez shouted that there was one before tackling him down to protect him from the blast. He still heard him grunting for a moment before their shells detonated, and the ringing and concussion followed with something covering his eyes.

Fight or flight had taught him to keep himself still, pretend that he was dead. Ignore the charred bear on him while holding his breath, and maybe he could get out of this alive. Or if he was still alive. This felt like a transition, having laid down with his entire body desensitized from the blast. If he was any less optimistic, he'd be another corpse on the street then.

Memories flashed before his eyes; his parents getting him a bike at the age of six; his father taking him fishing and they caught a massive trout; or his mother taking care of him after he caught the measles. Last two were his military graduation, and that one time Miles helped him up.

And when the ringing stopped, with the sound of gunfights happening around him, Alex firstly moved Pvt. Gutierrez aside. Adrenaline kicked in, the remorse for his fallen comrade turned to cold and calculated despicability towards these terrorists.

He wiped his forehead clean of bear blood and unholstered his sidearm while peeking his head out from their foxhole. Its mortar emplacement and ammunition were charred, as was the body of their comms officer Sgt. Bay, an otter, that had been tossed over the sandbags. He wasn't too close with him but he knew of someone who died in the hospital attack some days prior. At least they were together.

Alex sighed out in deep remorse, fuelling himself for his own form of retaliation. The other soldiers that had been patrolling on top of the buildings already started shooting down at them, and slowly shifted the tide. Some of the terrorists hid behind burnt vehicles or crashed themselves into buildings.

One thing they got right was temporarily disabling their light artillery, but he would deliver all the wrong things at them. He saw two tigers hiding behind a turned over SUV, one with a sewn up bag with bottles bulging out of it. The tiger got himself a molotov cocktail, while the one beside him was trying to find a lighter.

"Alex," who also turned out to be called Alex, "you dumb fuck, where'd you leave the fucking lighter this time."

"Shut up," the tiger Alex frantically searched for the many pockets in his cargo pants. Tossing out a variety of tools, and even a few grenades. Possibly the one who lobbed at him earlier.

The dragon Alex took proper aim at the one holding the molotov, waiting for them to light it up before he himself could light them up. It took the tiger about ten seconds, where the last three of which had been full of insults from his brother, and the harsh thanks of being passed a kitchen lighter of all things.

A small lit flame burned the rag protruding from the bottle's mouth, and that's when the dragon fired. One shot struck the car's wheel, and he corrected his aim before firing another shot at the tiger. He oriented his aim to center around him, and it struck his stomach instead, and he hadn't thrown the bottle away.

"Throw it Duke!" The other tiger tried to wrestle it out of his hand but a bullet went into his right eye, courtesy of the other Alex. His screams of pain was music to the latter, having felt vindicated.

Duke figured to avenge his clumsy brother and mustered his strength to toss the bottle at the dragon. The bottle shattered as its contents ignited right on top of him, and the fluid spread to them, and the turned over car beside.

Both of the tigers screamed in pain, and all Alex could think of then was 'Good fucking riddance. They deserved that. And he, in turn, got another response as bullets flew just over his head, almost scratching his helmet as the impact struck the sandbag behind him.

Alex did not see the shooter but there were several voices that did not speak in military terms, aware of what he just did.

"Canuck in that foxhole, somebody get him!" An energetic voice yelled out. There was a loud boom far distinct from the other gunshots, and it came from the city. Afterwards came the death grunt from that same person who yelled.

"Canuck sniper!" Another yelled, followed by another gunshot. But rather than another death, unfortunately, it was a chunk of concrete shot off a wall.

Alex's tail wagged, knowing one of the few people who made strides in the last few days. Another loud boom, and another pop followed by a splatter. It was disgusting yet encouraging for him, knowing that it was Miles watching over him.

The city, his comrades, and his soon-to-be victims called him, as exhibited by another gunshot resulting in another tango down; the Halifax Reaper.

"Tossing a grenade!" Pfc. Craig yelled, with an explosion following. The rooftop of the store he was on had smoke pluming from the top. And the burning car in front of it resulted in an even larger explosion that set the building's front on fire.

Alex reloaded his gun and peeked out to notice the two dead bodies on the road just before an apartment complex. And one by the door, with about two hostile gunmen inside noticing him and aimed their guns at him. Muzzle flashes erupted from the receptionist area and whizzed towards him, knocking off the dragon's already loose helmet.

"Fuck!" He yelled out, keeping his head down. The helmet that sat in the crater was useless, with its top split in half by the bullet.

"Hostiles in the Vergil Apartment Complex," one of his own from behind on a taller structure shouted and fired at the building.

Alex was relieved of the suppression and immediately peeked out to return fire, shooting into the bullet-ladened entrance to no effect. If he were to guess, they were hiding in the fire escape or behind the receptionist desk, the latter being the likely case.

"That scaled son of a bitch killed my brothers," one of them shouted. "Fuck you!" With a sudden muzzle flash, a dead body plopped to the side of the desk, a fox's, with a tiger peeking out.

Alex gulped as his eyes met the tiger's who was extremely pissed. He looked to the side, seeing the still and burning bodies of what resembled tigers just moments ago. "Shit," he said to himself. But there was no way the third brother would make a move, not when three eyes were watching his position.

The tiger hid behind the desk once again, and Alex went down his foxhole too. He didn't have any ammo to spare, and there were two in his current mag, three on the one he swapped out earlier. Switching it with the latter and about to peek out, a shot rang out from the apartment followed by a shout.

"I'm hit!" The soldier said.

Alex could hear the crunching of broken glass turn to rapid stomping on pavement as it approached him. He peeked out immediately, thinking their pace made them inaccurate. The focus, instead, was on the assault rifle's gun barrel pointing at him, unleashing a muzzle flash that coated his left field of view in red, with a hot stinging pain that seared his cheeks while deafening him.

"Fuck!" Alex yelled out, unable to hear his own words from the ringing. After blinking again, processing what just happened, the tiger stood atop of the fortification with his finger pulling on the trigger. Silent thumps of gunshots matched the searing sensation on his body, his first reflex was trying to hold himself back from screaming- holding back the pain. Holding back death.

The tiger glared down at him, frustrated with the murder of his brothers, and his inaccurate gun unable to permanently close the dragon's eyes. And that's when he lifted the gun closer to his tilting head, one eye between the nub and arch of the gun's iron sights, aiming between the blue scales on his nose.

What he remembered after, however, was half the tiger's head just gone, ripped apart in a gruesome manner. And there were additional bullet holes on the dying body as it limped back onto the road. Alex fully laid down on what was his helmet, gasping out as his adrenaline had gone, pain going through his entire body. And here he challenged the belief that people see the light before they died because all he saw was the enveloping darkness.

Perhaps Alex had thought himself right too soon because it was moments after he saw the white light. Relieved to say that at his final moment, all he could think of was Miles looking at him, in the same way back at base some years ago.

And that in itself was too soon of an assumption once more for the white light was not Heaven. It was the hospital light on a white ceiling, yet Miles was looking at him, smiling gingerly. And he felt his hand, ungloved, squeezed by the same bare hand of the white wolf.

"Your boyfriend came through Ad," Miles turned to the German Shepherd who had fallen asleep on the chair, waking up to his remark.

"Huh?" Adrian shook his head to wake himself more.

"Alex is conscious," the white wolf glanced back at him.

"Fuck yeah," Adrian came into view.

Alex chuckled, smiling at the relief that they weren't partners. Apart from the other important factor that Miles saved his life. He looked at him with one eye, his left blacked out. He worried, "What did I lose?"

"Three bullets that were lodged in your body," Miles chuckled, picking up something on the bedside drawer, a pan of three discarded bullets stained with dried blood.

The blue dragon found it cool, and Adrian was curious as well, having gone up behind and peeking over the white wolf's shoulder. Alex said, "That makes them souvenirs then," he chuckled, only to be cut short by the slight pain still there. But he laughed through it nonetheless.

Both canines laughed along, and Adrian went back to his seat.

"How long was I out?" Alex wondered, only noticing that he had been sustained on dextrose hooked up to his left arm.

"A few days man, but Ad and I checked up on you whenever we could." Miles looked away, seemingly blushing.

But Alex didn't want to jump to conclusions, rather he expressed his gratitude. "Thanks for saving my life back there, Halifax Reaper."

"Oh my God," Miles scoffed and covered his face in embarrassment.

"Told you it'd pick up." Adrian commented.

"It suits him," Alex replied, smiling as he reached out and held the wolf's elbow. "I like it."

Their eyes met again, Miles smiling as their blue and red eyes gazed at each other. "Well, I'd say I got a good nickname for you, based on what you pulled off in that foxhole."

"Oh yeah?" Alex raised his only visible brow in wonder. "What would it be, Halifax Reaper?"

"The Hidden Dragon."

Some years later...

"The Hidden Dragon?" A white wolf in pup gear and chaps walked around him with a similar outfit too.

"Yeah," Alex caught on with the name because of his hidden prowess, flexing his muscle in this almost bare form.

An audience of one was all he needed in this bedroom, but by no means was it his own. Though, the amount of times he'd been here, coming in and cumming on, it may as well be. They were in a well-hidden strip club in Langford, called the 'Sexy Studs'. Only those who sought it out would find it by the faint pink glow of its neon sign, only visible after making three turns in an alleyway.

"I like that name," the wolf said, finding his hands on those azurian scales. Kneading them, admiring the efforts of the Canadian army program.

"And what would yours be?"

"I call myself the White Wolf of Wonderland," he answered.

True to his name, they were in an erotic wonderland. Everything in the Sexy Studs can be tailored to your liking for as long as you have the coin. One could have a room full of monkey bars and leather hanging from the ceiling, or a large hot tub for ten horny men. Alex himself kept it simple, having the backdrop of the Wild West behind his bed in 8K UHD, with hidden heaters to add to the experience. This one they were in was full of mirrors, and he liked it.

There were some angles of himself that he never thought looked good until he saw them that evening. Never would he find the bullet scars on his back actually good. They were like tattoos the way it deformed the growth of his scales around those spots. At first it dismayed him looking at the mirror, but it didn't bother anyone else. Hopefully Miles wouldn't find it unattractive.

And this white wolf certainly didn't, rubbing around these sensitive areas as he gently embraced the blue dragon. "My my, where did you get these scars? Is this what you meant by the 'Hidden' part?"

Alex embraced him tightly, feeling his erection too as their pup masks rubbed cheek to cheek. He stuttered at first, finding the right words as he shook his head, "No. Got it from a bad firefight long ago. Saved by a white knight."

"Is that so?" The white wolf lowered his voice, the embrace more intimate as both men felt each other's beating heart. "What's the name of your dashing white knight, hm?"

Alex smiled thinking about it for a moment. And he leaned back to come face to face with, "The Halifax Reaper." Those red eyes had found him wanting as much as he did him.

"Oh yeah?" The white wolf giggled, having been found out. "Why don't you tell me more about him?" He turned to his side laying down, pulling the dragon along much stronger than Alex anticipated for he was now on top.

Those blue scaled cheeks, especially one with the scar, had that shade of pink the wolf was familiar with before. And he smiled, resting his bulge against the other's. "He saved my life, y'know?" Alex nuzzled along the exposed cheek underneath his pup mask. While his own hands explored the white fluff hiding far stronger muscles, massaging them similar to how he had done it earlier.

"That's it?" The white wolf goaded, wanting more. Expecting more.

"He's very handsome," And his hand rubbed the top of his head, sliding his finger along those exposed ears. "Beautiful red eyes, like yours." He gazed for a moment before winking. It had gotten both of them worked up, "And a big dick that I saw in the showers long before."

"How big was his dick?"

"Almost as big as mine," Alex pecked his lips but Miles expected something more, leaving his dipstick tongue hanging out. There was a grin in his own face as he moved aside his thong, revealing his entire length of ten inches that caught the supposed Halifax Reaper staring.

"H-huh," Miles stuttered, his own cock twitching between the dragon's chaps. Those red eyes were fixated, in disbelief that someone was larger than him.

"What's the matter, wolf?" He teased, "Finally found the true wonderland?" Leaning back with his fingers tugging downward the underwear. Lo and behold the second largest cock in the room. Daresay in the entire building too. Two big black rods throbbing with their balls touching, and he frotted them together.

Miles moaned, nodding, "Mmhm, yeah." And he reached out and held Alex's hand again. They both shuddered at the sudden spark, looking at each other again past their masks.

Alex had the words on the tip of his tongue, leaning closer as he tried to speak them. But alas he didn't have the courage, fighting an ambush was far easier than admitting what was true then and there. Seemed to be the same for Miles too, who leaned up slowly without the words. Together, they opted to kiss each other on the lips as their eyes shut.

Miles' hand was led downwards to their frotting dicks, and joined in the stroking. Throbbing, and pre being rubbed against the other. Tongues touched, body to body, and hearing the other moan.

Alex used the opportunity to find the spots that Miles liked; the bits of pink that were his nipple. The wolf liked it when he licked them slowly, with his hands brushed on his sides as it elicited a louder reaction, and kissed him deeper when he did. That resulted in a hug that pulled his head closer. While the scars on his back were touched, it made him grind against his shaft harder.

And Alex never thought, or even dreamt, of learning about his crush in this manner. Under the subtle pink light as jazz, Miles' preference, played in the background. They both played along with the rhythm as they played themselves, fingers connected and jerking to the pace of the song.

It honestly was the most thrilling night both men ever had. And after having cleaned up the mess themselves, both dragon and wolf bearing the scent of them combined, they made out one last time under the plentiful mirrors. The song played now was slow, violin-only, and romantic to a tee.

After the kiss, Alex leaned his head back and opened his eyes and made sure it really was Miles Fennix the whole time. Those red eyes never lied, and in fact only loved as their fingers were still intertwined. He could tell that he enjoyed their time together too, wishing it could be spent outside the room. Beyond the club's walls.

And as the dragon stepped out and walked away, his heart felt hollow. A part of him had gone and stayed inside that room and he then wished to have never left it at all. But... he didn't know. Alex took to the bar and drank more than he usually would, and refused to make eye contact with anyone.

That last part of him hoped that Miles would check up on him but no one did. Left him sullied and drunk on his fifth shot of Scotch. And by the time he'd sobered up, it was three in the morning of the following day and was crying in the showers having worried that he messed it up. They had a good evening though! Which was true, but what if he took it as a one-night stand? That's how some of the romance novels went; the allure of finding 'the one' in some well known strip club only for them to have been but a dream in the following morning.

On his way back to the apartment, he urged himself to text him. Now doubting if it really was Miles that night. Could've just been another wolf with red eyes, who happened to notice his scars and goaded along. The 'Halifax Reaper' was popular enough he was being plastered on top of the billboard advertising coffee. Which, ironically, made him feel bitter inside because it could've just been a poser.

Bah! He yelled out as he slammed the door shut in his home, ran to his bedroom tossing the bag into his closet before collapsing on the bed. Memories of the last evening were hazy but the sensation of being touched, and admired lingered. And he wanted it to go away.

Alex turned himself around and pulled out his phone while he still laid down. There was this app that had been advertised in Sexy Studs before, during a promotion of it being a hook-up site. Didn't take off after one night on the whole idea of 'secrecy' and being 'supposedly hard to find'. It was what got him to that place in the first place, and maybe 'him' too. Enough about that though. He downloaded the app called 'Rail-r', and maybe he could find a fling that would stick.

The app was simply Rail-r in purple, surrounded by a golden ring with very inward ridges, almost like an asshole. Very interesting design choice. The initial pages were not too far off from setting up a social media account, or even his Army ID. Added categories were your position in bed; he's a sub. Type of relationship; he wanted a romantic one and not some one night stand with a probable impostor. Stolen valor was a heinous crime after all. Interests and kinks would include light BDSM and cowboys. And lastly, most important, he had a ten inch cock.

His profile was set up, under the name 'The Hidden Dragon'. There were candidates in his local area that ticked some of his interests, but none of them for the long-term. And he let out an irritated sigh with a snarl under his breath.

Alex figured it wouldn't give a good first impression if he met someone while angry. Taking a deep breath, he tried to not let the previous night linger too long.

Though it did, especially now. He was at the park some months later, sitting down under one of its many trees. Thanks to Joel, Adrian's bf, they managed to convince Miles to get into the app where he showed off a lot more.

One video was the white wolf in chaps and hat, but with his dick swinging out, strip dancing on a beach. Alex didn't want to take a look at it then so that their first civilian meet wouldn't be too awkward, but wow did it make his heart race.

He glanced over their messages again, the latest one from him that stated ???? ?? 2?? ????. It meant that he looked forward to the wolf. And hopefully he wouldn't shy away from telling him how much he loved him for quite some time now, and looking forward to a future with him.

And Miles' text before his was 'omw', and Alex couldn't stop thumping his feet on the ground as he giggled to himself re-reading that message over and over.

That made him wonder if what he wore was appropriate; an unbuttoned shirt, t-shirt underneath, black denims, and those leather shoes that were technically rubber shoes. A casual attire, but if he closed his shirt it would become smart casual. The shoes were comfy and it worked with his blue scales.

Ring! His phone got a text that almost made him yelp in joy. Alex got up on his feet almost immediately, faster than the soldier drills he'd been instructed to before.

The message read 'here' from the notification screen, and he stepped out onto the stone path as he patted his bottom of dirt and grass. Then a car honked behind him, turning to see the white wolf, Miles himself, stepping out of the car in a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

Adrian on the driver's seat waved at him, with Joel leaning forward to do so too. But Alex stood there frozen, both hands to his stomach clutching his phone tightly. The couple giggled at his predicament, as Miles paced towards him smiling. Calm, collected, and very glad to see him in a civil manner too.

Miles greeted, "Hey Al. Y'don't mind that nickname, right?"

Alex simply shook his head, and trembled as he pocketed his phone and offered his arm for a handshake.

Miles scoffed upon being within arm's length, and spread his own to go into a hug instead. "Hey." And pulled him closer, chin resting on the dragon's shoulder..

Alex blushed, speechless, but his arms acted on its own and embraced the wolf too. All his scars tingled, and both his hands did too as he embraced the white wolf and felt the thickness of the fur that covered his muscle.

And a sudden motion of being pushed back gently caught him off guard but he immediately let go of Miles who held both his shoulders. He whispered to him, "Listen, Al, I forgot to tell you something back in that 'place'." His head tilted in the direction of Langford.

Alex, mesmerized by his ruby eyes, only had one thing to say as the pent-up emotional warmth and desire finally moved up to his chest, and through his words, "I love you."

"And I..." Miles smiled, tail wagging. "...love you too."

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