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Cyril is doubting his plan. He can barely keep an eye open, how can he stop Arjun? Sure the meowscarada is stronger, but Arjun is much more of a morning person than he could ever be. Hopefully, the dhole will just give in immediately then he can go back to sleep. Though, if it were that easy, he wouldn't have to resort to such a drastic plan. This is the only way to find out the truth.

He gets up from the table in the center of the kitchen and focuses on the plants around him that are hanging from the ceiling, and scattered over the various tables littering the kitchen and adjacent living room. The meowscarada can feel their individual needs. He clips off any sick leaves with a claw, moves some of the plants closer to the large bay window taking up one wall of the living room or the smaller ones in the kitchen, and waters the ones that need it.

Sounds of movement from upstairs halts the small watering can in his paw and not long after Arjun comes down the stairs, his orange-red fur on full display. Cyril's eyes wander over to his torso where it turns more of a light, almost white orange and down. Before he can go beyond his waist he snaps his attention back to the plant he is watering.

Arjun doesn't notice him, hazel eyes glued to stairs as he descends them. Once he reaches the bottom and starts to the kitchen he sees dark green foot paws. "Cyril?" His eyes move up to look at his. "What are you doing this early? I thought you just went to the bathroom."

"I couldn't sleep and figured I could make use of it and see you off," Cyril says, keeping his eyes on the plant. He wouldn't be able to lie if he met Arjun's gaze.

"How thoughtful, though, I need to rush out the door a little." He turns around and goes back up the stairs. "I'mma take a shower since you're, apparently, down here. Mind making me a bowl of cereal?" He's gone before the meowscarada can answer.

With nothing else to do, he does as he was asked. When he sits down at the table with the bowl he realizes he's hungry too and eats from it. By the time he hears the water turn off upstairs, most of the cereal and all of the milk is gone. He refills the bowl and continues to pick at it until Arjun comes down again, this time in jeans and a white T-shirt with a lab coat over it. "You make a bowl for me too?" Arjun asks.

"I'm done with this." Cyril slides the bowl to the other side of the table. "You can have it."

Arjun sits across from him and wolfs down the cereal then picks up the bowl and drinks the milk. "Thanks, gotta go now."

When Arjun makes it to the door, Cyril darts in front of him, blocking him. "I'm sorry. I can't let you leave."

"What?" The dhole breaks into laughter. "Your pranks are always so dumb. You get up early just to..."

"I'm serious." Cyril's tone drops the smile off of Arjun's face and a confused stare replaces it. "I know you've been lying to me about Lynn. You can leave when you tell me the truth."

"I told you. I don't know where she went." Arjun attempts to push Cyril out of the way. He has about half a foot on the meowscarada and more visible muscle yet he is weaker and Cyril stands perfectly still. "Get out of the way."

"No."

Arjun reaches into his pocket and pulls out his pokedex that is basically a phone (not a rotom). "Fine, I'll call them and say I can't make it in then we can play this game of yours." He begins dialing; Cyril snatches it before he can finish. "Hey!"

Cyril holds it in one paw while the claws of the other start to glow a deep purple. He slashes it cleanly in two. "I can't have you calling for help." He lets the pokedex fall out of his paw.

"What the fuck, Cyril?!" Arjun yells. "I get you're lonely without me, but you can't just break my stuff."

"I wouldn't be lonely if you would tell me where she is." Cyril wants to match Arjun's rising anger, but hopes being calm convinces him.

"I wish I knew!" He tries to push Cyril out of the way again. "This is fucking ridiculous!" He goes to one of the many nearby tables and starts rifling through its drawers. "Where is it?! Come ON!"

"It's right here." He holds out an empty paw and then the other covers it. When he reveals his palm again there is a pokeball. The bottom half is painted the same dark green as Cyril's legs, and the top is painted in the pink of his collar. Over the button is a black mask identical to the one over the meowscarada's face.

The dhole reaches for it, but green light comes from Cyril's paw and by the time he reaches the pokeball, all he finds is dust. "That was..." The anger melts from his posture and he looks to the floor, eyes distant. "...really expensive, you know." His voice is so quiet that Cyril's large ears struggle to hear. "I'm going back to bed. Don't follow me."

Guilt freezes Cyril in place as Arjun goes upstairs. His pokeball was the only thing Arjun had that could do anything to him. He had to destroy it. No, he could have just hidden it outside. He went with the easier way since it always sat unused in the drawer anyway.

Why is Arjun so attached to it? There is no way it was more expensive than the pokedex. So what made him so sad? So defeated? He surely didn't want to go to work that badly.

The meowscarada creeps up the stairs, knowing he has to follow through with his plan, but realizing he didn't fully consider how it would affect his mate emotionally.

The pictures along one wall of the hallway at the top of the stairs don't help. There are a few of Arjun as a cub by himself or with his father then Cyril joins as a sprigatito often replacing his father. In the ones before Arjun was happy, but he was even happier with the sprigatito crawling, licking, and nuzzling all over him. They are fond memories that remind him that he isn't currently making any.

Eventually, the pictures give way to a door. He opens it and finds Arjun on the bed. Naked and seemingly already asleep. Cyril crosses the room and sits on the bed next to him, a paw stroking aimlessly through the dhole's fur. He lifts his other paw in the direction of one of the plants hanging from the ceiling and a root comes out of the dirt it sits in. He uses it to tie the dhole's wrist to the bedpost and makes sure it is wrapped around enough so that Arjun can't cut through it with his claws.

Cyril is tempted to just curl up with his mate and forget today ever happened. It did and needs to happen so instead he kisses the dhole on the cheek and forces himself off the bed. He looks out a window right next to him and to the earth below. In his fatigued state, the three, thick vines come up slowly. He places them in front of the window in such a way that the rays from the sun still reach the plants inside, but not spaced enough for Arjun to fit through.

He repeats this for every window and door in the house which takes hours. The house is in the middle of the woods, far away from any of the main routes so no one will be suspicious of the vines. After he finishes, he finds all the sharp objects in the house. The plan was to destroy them, but after seeing how Arjun reacted to the destruction of Cyril's pokeball, he decides to put them in a small box to throw outside. He also puts the power cord of the router (the whole thing wouldn't fit) in the box so Arjun can't use the computer to call for help.

He's double checking the house for anything else sharp when he hears scraping upstairs. He's not concerned that Arjun is going to escape so he takes his time, examining the pictures on the other wall of the hallway this time. Which is when Lynn comes in. The first one is just her and Cyril as floragatos, hugging. He remembers the joy of reuniting with his sister. The rest Arjun is in, at first helping the pair get used to bipedal movement then the trio cuddling up into each other. While the pictures have the same effect as the others, it also reminds him of why he needs to do this.

The scraping becomes faster breaking him out of his reverie. He rushes to the bedroom and sees Arjun dragging the bed across the floor. "What are you trying to accomplish?" Cyril asks.

"I need to pee." Arjun's voice is gloomy still.

"And how are you going to get the bed through the door?" The bed was queen sized, taking up half of the room. He wouldn't have even been able to get to the door because of the desk along one wall blocking the way.

The dhole shrugs. "I figured you would help me before I got that far." Cyril rolls his eyes and wills the root to untangle. Arjun runs past him and to the bathroom.

As the meowscarada moves the bed back, causing his fatigue to hit him again, so he lays down and almost falls asleep if not for footsteps coming into the room. "I see you've redecorated the windows. Looks real nice," Arjuns says.

"Are you going to tell me now?" Cyril asks.

"Nothing to tell." Arjun joins him on the bed, resting his head on his chest and holding him with one arm.

"Then I'll have to explain how this is going to work." The meowscarada sighs. "You're free to move about the house. You can even use your computer if you want, though I cut off the internet. I'll have to..." He's interrupted by Arjun's paw wandering down his body and cupping his sheath. He bats the paw away. "No mating."

The dhole finds the sheath again and strokes it enough that the pink tip comes out. "Come on. Fucking is the only thing to do in this house."

Cyril finds it harder to will his paw to remove the one on his sheath, however, he manages. "Tell me first." He brings his cape to cover his growing erection and incidentally his flower to his mate's face.

The dhole moves away from the flower while caressing the cape and the hardness underneath. "Fine." For a moment he thinks he is agreeing then his paw stills and he relaxes further into the meowscarada's fur.

Hours later they can sleep no more and reluctantly go to the kitchen to quell their stomachs. Arjun is digging through the pantry while Cyril sits at the table. He's long given up with cooking. Both because his three-digit paws make using the utensils difficult and because Arjun likes doing it anyway.

"Couldn't you have pulled this after we went shopping? All we've got is some pancake mix, cereal, and noodles," Arjun says.

"Figured I have to go to the lab anyway. Can't have them looking for you." Cyril is watching with his head in his paws and elbows on the table.

"Yeah? And how are you going to speak to them?" The dhole takes the mix out of the pantry.

"I don't know, professor, I might have to exercise the fancy invention of writing."

"Nobody can read your handwriting." He finds a bowl and a pan in the cupboard at his feet. He fills the bowl with some mix then water directly from the tap.

"If they made things for my paws..." Cyril holds them out then they return to holding his head. "You write it then."

"And why would I help you imprison me?" Arjun puts the pan on the stove, forgetting to turn it on, and mixes the batter with a spoon hanging from a rack above the counter.

"You want to eat don't you?

"Clever. Starve me into submission." He takes two plates out of the above cupboard. They are upside down so he has to flip them before he puts them on the counter. His first paw does it just fine, but the other loses the plate and it shatters on the ground. The dhole immediately bends down to pick up the glass shards and nicks his finger. He shows the blood to Cyril. "You mind cleaning this up while I get a bandage?"

"Sure." Arjun runs upstairs and Cyril carefully picks up the shards. He isn't too concerned with his thicker pads, but doesn't want to embarrass himself. Just before he throws them away, he feels something is off. With the other paw he grabs the plate off the counter. The weight is different. He attempts to reconstruct the broken plate and finds he can't. There's a piece missing.

Cyril bolts up the stairs and to the bathroom door. He shakes the handle in vain a few times then he kicks it. It doesn't budge. He can still hear Arjun on the other side and frantic cutting sounds. He blossoms his flower into a spherical bomb and plants it at the bottom of the door. He makes a few more and leaps back before they detonate.

Wood splinters everywhere and when the dust clears the door is gone. Cyril doesn't see Arjun beyond the doorway, only a bloody shard of the plate on the floor. He darts to the window. He sees the vine in the middle of the window is severed and, when he looks down, Arjun on the ground below, attempting to get to his feet. The meowscarada manipulates the severed vine to go back to the ground and wrap around the dhole's midsection. He clings to the ground to prevent being lifted, but he merely takes it with him as he is brought back to the window. He lets the grass fall out of his paws.

"You know sleight of hand is supposed to be my thing," Cyril says as he grabs one of his mate's paws and helps him through the window. Cyril notices the blood all over Arjun's other paw. "Arjun, your paw."

The dhole yanks his paw out of his then turns away from Cyril and to the sink where he washes the blood and dirt out. "Did you really need to destroy the door?" He gestures to the doorway with no door.

"Is that expensive too?" The meowscarada mends the vine to reseal the window.

"Yes! It is. Imprisonment I'll tolerate, but stop breaking shit." He finishes washing his paw and begins wrapping it in gauze, awkward since he injured his dominant.

"Didn't seem like you were tolerating it to me." Cyril can tell his mate is struggling, but also that he doesn't want help.

"Whatever." He finishes bandaging his paw and walks out of the bathroom, not caring about the wood splinters getting into his foot pads. The meowscarada eagerly follows.

Cyril is starving with how much he is using his powers today and is hoping Arjun is going to forget all of this and make him food. Instead he stops and enters the bedroom. "What about the pancakes?" Cyril asks.

The dhole looks back at him and shouts, "Make your own damn pancakes!" Cyril flinches a little, however, he keeps following as Arjun sits at the desk. "I'm allowed to use the computer so that's what I'm going to do." He boots it up.

Cyril didn't realize how upset his mate is and the guilt from before returns. "I'm sorry. I didn't see another way. I promise I won't break anything else." Cyril stands awkwardly behind him, unsure what to do. They rarely have any arguments and most of them involve Arjun apologizing.

"It's fine. Just..." He sighs and opens a couple drawers. "Get me something to write with and I'll give you the note. Should be something downstairs."

Cyril wants to do anything he can to make it up to him so he rushes downstairs without thinking. He starts with the drawers of the tables, but finds nothing except photos and nick nacks. The photos here are all of Arjun's mother, put out of sight by his father. There's not a lot of them since she was the avid photographer responsible for most of them.

He tries the drawers in the kitchen with the same luck. Why would it be down here anyway? he thinks, Wouldn't it be in the desk where Arjun does all of his writing? Not knowing where else to look, Cyril climbs the stairs. He hears the computer from the hallway, but it sounds strange. Louder than it should be. As he gets closer he realizes it's because it's two different sounds. Two machines whirring, at slightly different pitches.

He throws open the door and sees Arjun snapping the mouse around while the other paw types with the only finger not bound by gauze before the other paw helps. Then he sees the router across him with all the lights on the front. He lunges forward, drawing dark power into his claws, and slashes it. He tempers his strength out of concern of hitting his mate so his claws get stuck in the machinery inside. Still it's enough to mute it and for the lights to turn off

"Arceus!! CYRIL!! What do we just talk about?!" Arjun doesn't look at him, instead trying to send the message on his computer.

"Stop trying to escape then! Wouldn't it be easier to just tell the truth?!" The meowscarada's claws are stuck in the router and when he finally gets free he nearly hits Arjun in the process.

"Why are you so convinced I'm lying?!" Arjun turns his chair so he's looking at Cyril who is only a smidge taller with him sitting. "I miss her too."

"Because your story makes no fucking sense!" Cyril emphasizes his anger by slamming his fist into the desk.

The dhole glares at him. "She was hungry so she ran off to get food. What doesn't make sense about that?!"

"EVERYTHING!!" Cyril screams and throws his paws in the air, nearly hitting Arjun again. "Why didn't you follow? Why didn't she come back? Where was this food? The closest restaurant was five blocks away and closed." The words are coming out as fast as he can make them. Every time he tries to have this conversation, Arjun interrupts and he's not going to allow it this time. "I trusted you, Arjun! I assumed Lynn lied to you and she ran off for a different reason. But then..." He rests his paws on the armrests of the dhole's chair. "...tell me again how she said she knew there was food."

"Her nose, obviously."

"So obvious, yeah?" He leans closer to his mate. "She was born without a sense of smell, you imperceptive dunce!" That's not entirely fair. Cyril sometimes forgets that too which is why he didn't realize the hole in the story until recently. "You could wave a steak in her face and she would have to open her eyes to tell you what it is!"

Arjun stares at him for a moment then stands up, showing his height advantage again. "I'm going to make your damn pancakes."

Cyril steps aside. "Fine!"

The instant Arjun is out of the room, Cyril's anger fades into regret. He crosses the room and lets himself fall face first onto the bed. The arguments they did have never involved screaming and always ended with one of them apologizing. The best ones even involved mating afterwards. This one ended without the disagreement being unresolved instead left hanging to weigh on him. Arjun walking out seems to be an admission that he is lying, so why not just confess already? Does he really want to keep him from her? He could go downstairs to get answers, but he doesn't trust himself to not start another screaming match.

His stomach convinces him to do so anyway. He gets out of bed and pads to the stairs, keeping his eyes on the floor. He smells the pancakes as he is descending the stairs which hurries his steps. He sees Arjun putting the last pancake on a plate then sees another plate already on the table. That one is made just the way he likes it, with tons of butter and a little syrup.

"Hunger finally bring you down?" Arjun asks as he moves his own plate to the table and sits down. Cyril sits across from him and digs into the food instead of responding. "There's no point in lying anymore so I admit it. She didn't just run off."

Cyril looks up at Arjun. "So? Where is she?"

"I'm still not going to tell you what happened." Arjun begins to slowly eat his pancakes.

"Is she...dead?"

"No and that's all I'm going to tell you. We can play house for as long as you want."

What is Cyril supposed to do now? They could last months on Arjun's savings, but surely Cyril can't keep people away for that long. He thought that since he proved that he was lying he would just tell the truth.

An idea strikes the meowscarada causing him to jump out of his chair, leaving his pancakes half-eaten. "I know that look," Arjun says. "What are you plotting?"

Cyril walks around the table and puts a paw on the dhole's breast. "Stand." He doesn't let him get all the way to his feet before he throws him into the refrigerator behind him, knocking the chair over in the process.

Arjun tries to push the paw off of him with his good paw with little success. Then roots from the plants hanging from the ceiling and on the above cupboard wrap around his wrists. More gently with the wounded one, they tug his paws above his head. More roots join them and his paws become bound in place. "What are you doing?" Arjun asks.

"Torturing it out of you." Cyril's paw circles his mate's areola then he lets a claw come out and tease the nipple.

"What..." Cyril's other paw seizes his sheath. "Oh I get it. You're going to edge me into submission."

He brushes through the fur of the sheath. "You just gotta come out for me."

"No."

The dhole's body begins responding anyway and Cyril extends his strokes to include the erection. "One head says 'no' and the second..." He teases the tip. "...says 'yes, please' Curious."

"We're not in agreement at the moment." Arjun attempts to slide his hips away, accomplishing nothing. "Fine. I may as well enjoy it." His movement goes from side to side to forward and back.

The meowscarada keeps his grip loose since Arjun is already preing all over his pads. Even while barely touching the cock, he could feel the desperate throbs. His other paw trails down and cradles his sack getting ready to release. He's always a quickshot when Cyril plays rough.

When he hears Arjun's breathing quicken his paw leaves the maleness. Arjun is ready for it, and trusts the roots to hold his weight as he grabs Cyril with his legs. He pulls the meowscarada's stomach into his cock. The fur would have been enough stimulation if not for the pain in his shoulder. Cyril is biting him just enough to break the skin. Arjun ignores the pain and attempts to grind into the fur more, but the meowscarada breaks through his bind and becomes out of reach.

The dhole lets one leg drop to the ground while the other reaches for his cock. He's just a couple inches shy so he brings his black tail around. Not enough sensation. He yanks on the root tying his good paw. No dice. "Well I'm out of ideas," Arjun says.

"There is one you haven't tried and you might want to soon. I've heard blue balls is a bitch."

"Haven't felt it yourself, huh? I wonder why that is." He looks toward one of the plants on the cupboard. He lets his weight go on the roots again and, after some maneuvering, kicks it off. It goes from hanging him to hanging off of him, but doesn't actually accomplish anything.

"What are you so scared of happening if you tell me?" Cyril steps forward, watching his mate's legs, and puts a paw on the bottom of the pot of the plant, then tells it to let go.

"Come on. Isn't it obvious? What do I care about the most?"

"Me?" Cyril puts the plant on the table behind him. "So you're scared of losing me?"

"Yes!" Arjun pushes off the fridge with his legs, one arm getting farther than the other. "Who's the imperceptive dunce now?"

"There's no way you were responsible so why would I leave you over it?"

The dhole gives up his struggle. "Because she was kidnapped and you would go after them."

Cyril edges closer. "By who?"

"Fucking...Team Rocket, okay?" The plants let go of him unexpectedly and he stumbles into Cyril. The meowscarada pulls him into his arms and rubs his stomach across his erection, his own coming up to tease the base. His paws travel down his back and on to his haunches. Then Cyril hefts him onto his shoulder causing the dhole to finally get his release as his cock trails across his torso.

Cyril doesn't pay that much attention, instead focusing on carrying him to the stairs and carefully climbing them. He only has his tail for balance and Arjun's quakes of pleasure aren't helping. Still, he makes it to the top without falling. He picks up his pace and enters the bedroom, thankful he left the door open. He lays Arjun on his back who, despite having slept nearly all day, starts to drift. "You're going to have to tell me the whole thing, Arjun," Cyril says as he lies down next to him, heads adjacent.

"Yeah, just give me a minute."

*

The wind bites right through Arjun's clothes and his fur beneath. The wide open street offers no cover. The meowscarada next him is surely faring no better in just her fur even if it is thicker than his. "You sure you don't want to go in your ball?" he asks.

"The cold is far more tolerable," Lynn answers. "Though, if you're cold I'm sure your new favorite will gladly keep you warm."

"He's tired and not my favorite. I care for you just as much."

"I sure hope not in the way you've been 'caring' for him recently." Before Arjun can respond she stops and points to an alleyway. "Maybe we can cut through here. It could be faster."

The tall buildings would protect them against the wind, but also block out the moonlight, so Arjun can only see outlines. "We were told to stay on the street."

Lynn goes into the alleway despite his protest. "I can grow bombs off my back and you're concerned about getting mugged, tchah."

Arjun wants to argue, but she wouldn't listen anyway. And if one pokemon chucking bombs isn't enough, Cyril can chuck some more even if he is a little tired. He hurries after her, stopping for a brief second to let his eyes adjust to the darkness.

Lynn's already at the other end and, just before she steps back into the light, she snaps her head up at one of the buildings. The dhole follows her gaze and sees only shadow. Still, something is off so he keeps his eyes locked on the spot as he inches forward. "Behind you! Fire escape," Lynn shouts and Arjun whips around in response. He scans the fire escape from top to bottom and sees nothing until he's looking directly ahead.

An orange blur comin right at him then an green-white one. He blinks a few times and the figures come into focus. Lynn in front of him, favoring her left leg and, beyond her, a centiskorch.

A flash of lights accompanied with a chain of booms come from where Lynn was. He turns to see an azumarill struggling to their feet and several bipedal figures beyond them.

"MOVE!" Lynn screams. Indecision of where to move freezes Arjun in place as the centiskorch rears up. Lynn lunges forward and brings her cape around the centiskorch, preventing even an ember of its Inferno from reaching Arjun. Once the flames are gone she collapses onto the centiskorch who then slithers out from under her.

The dhole snatches Lynn's pokeball off of his belt, but before he can recall her a beam of energy from above vaporizes it, leaving only dust and tingling in his paw. He looks up and sees a swoobat hovering near the top of the buildings.

"We just want the meowscarada." The figures have come closer, four of them total. He can only make out their eyes and the red "R" on their chest except for a lithe, black wolf who is speaking. "Run along."

"I won't leave her." Then what will he do? He thinks about sending Cyril out, however, he knows there is no way he'll be able to fight this many pokemon. All he would do is get him injured too.

"If you insist, we can take you as well." The wolf moves closer while another figure kneels down and inspects the azumarill.

"I..." He is about to agree, thinking that anything is better than abandoning her. Then again he remembers Cyril. He can't let him be captured too.

"Go or stay. I couldn't care less." The wolf is now crouching in front of Lynn and rolls her over. He can see her breathing, but how can he save her? He clutches the dust in his paw. Throw this in the wolf's eyes, grab Lynn, and run, he thinks, it probably won't work, but I've got to try something. However, he can't bring himself to do it. His only solace is that they haven't noticed the other pokeball on his belt since it's on his side facing away from them. He can't save her, but he can protect Cyril. So he runs to the empty side of the alley, making sure the pokeball stays out of their line of sight.

*

"I reported her as kidnapped and all they did was give me a pamphlet. A fucking PAMPHLET!" Arjun slams his fist into the bed while his injured paw continues to trace Cyril's ear undisturbed albeit more vigorously.

Cyril is resting his head on his mate's stomach, running his paws through his fur. "You're right, Arjun," he says, then takes a deep breath. "I am going after them. I can't just live out my days here now I know who to go after."

"No, I..." Arjun kept his voice steady throughout retelling the kidnapping, only letting anger show through, but now it is breaking. "I won't..." He wraps his arms around the meowscarada and presses into him. "I c-can't lose you too."

"Come with me then." Cyril slides up through his arms and settles his head underneath the dhole's muzzle. "We can do it together."

"I can't do ANYTHING!" His grip around Cyril becomes iron. "If you're going to go it would be better if I didn't. You'd be stuck protecting me just like Lynn was."

"Just because you can't fight doesn't mean I don't need you."

"What then?! What do you need me for?"

"Literally everything else." Cyril nuzzles into his neck. "Mainly, and I hate you're making me say this, you're smarter than me. I spent a week thinking of every way you could escape this house and covered every one. In a day, you thought of things I did not."

"So what? You need me to tell you if Team Rocket has a spare power cord?"

"Stop being difficult." The meowscarada nuzzles more insistently. "You know what I'm saying."

"Yeah it's just..." His mate pushes back into the nuzzles. "I'm scared."

"I'm scared too, but we have to try."

"I-I guess we do, don't we?" Arjun's grip finally loosens, allowing Cyril to breathe deeply again. "But we're going to be careful. We're not going to be as reckless as you've been with our house."

"That's exactly what I need you for."

They hold each other for a while, no longer needing words, only their love for each other to pass through their touches. Amazingly, they fall asleep for the final time that day.

Cyril wakes the next morning, in the same position he fell asleep in, with a problem. Something that was neglected earlier. The meowscarada tickles Arjun's nose with his flower. "Hey!" Arjun says. "I've told you before, don't touch me with your lethal weapon."

The meowscarada giggles into his neck then lifts himself up to look at the dhole. "It's only lethal if I want it to be and very useful to see if you're awake."

"If you need me awake I take it you need help with something, hmm?" Cyril grins in response. "Get on your back for me." The meowscarada throws himself off the dhole and onto the other side of the bed. "Eager, eager."

Arjun rolls on to his side to see Cyril already ready for him. Cock at full mast, eyes pleading, and tailing brushing into his thigh as it swings across the bed. No foreplay is required nor wanted judging by the whine ringing through the air. At his mate's continued stare, the meowscarada brings his paws in front of his chest, wrists slack and paws hanging forward.

Usually if he is needy like this, Arjun would crank the teasing up to the max. But instead he reaches right for his maleness, giving it gentle strokes and breaking the whine into a whimper, while crawling over to him with his other three limbs. He engulfs the maleness the moment he is close, his muzzle fitting it perfectly inside.

His tongue carefully avoids the barbs and glans as he pulls back, clearly not able to stop just a little teasing. Then the next descent he hits the sensitive spots causing the meowscarada's legs to jerk against his. Arjun's injured paw comes up to Cyril's as he settles into a slow, steady rhythm.

All of Cyril's anger and frustration from the previous day melt away. Even the sadness is temporarily forgotten. All that remains is the pleasure Arjun is giving him and the love he's expressing in giving it. Knowing just how to make him squirm and moan, but not bring him to climax too quickly.

Still it is coming quickly. Any moment now his mate will coil his tongue to stimulate all the barbs at once and grasp his sack with just the right amount of pressure. Though, he seems to be cutting it closer than usual. Cyril breaks his paw away from his, travels down to his forearm, and squeezes. The meowscarada gets a curious look from Arjun which he responds to with the most desperate face he can muster. The dhole closes his eyes and executes.

The individual sensations barely register as bliss overtakes Cyril. His legs jerk into the dhole, rougher than before, and his cradled balls fill the waiting muzzle. His mate joins his moans at the taste and pulls back a little to let it coat the rest of his uncoiling tongue. His paw comes up from his sack to milk the part of the shaft no longer surrounded by warmth.

Arjun keeps the tip in his mouth long after the jets end, until it slips out in its retreat back home. He crawls up to the meowscarada, who hasn't come back down to Earth, with seed still in his mouth. When the dhole presses his lips to Cyril's, they part reflexively and he pushes past them with his tongue, allowing the seed to flow into his mouth. Cyril never understood why he shares his cum with him. He's the only one who likes the salty taste so he should keep to himself. It makes his mate happy so Cyril swallows it down anyway.

The moment he does Arjun swallows what he still has and breaks the kiss. "Got what you needed?" he asks.

The meowscarada is still a little lost so he only manages, "Understatement."

"Would you mind helping me out too?"

The request snaps Cyril back to reality and his attention to his mate's cock. Half out of the sheath and dangling just above his chest. He runs his three digits along it until the knot reveals itself which his other paw wraps around, idly giving some pressure. He focuses on the movements of his first paw. It can be tricky to bring Arjun to completion without thumbs like he has to tease the sensitive bits so he would usually just get a little rough with Arjun. Cyril's not in the mood for that, however. Cyril wants to enjoy giving his mate pleasure and he's always felt that rough treatment gets in the way of that.

Listening to his mate's moans, smelling his building arousal, and feeling his spasms Cyril causes makes him feel wanted, needed even. Especially since when he first did it all he got were encouraging words and now Arjun can't say a full sentence without interrupting himself.

"Never understood how you struggle with a spatula..." Cyril interrupts his mate by twisting his wrist to run his central pad (the softest of the four) along the corona. "...oh fuck...but you're so good at this."

"It's called motivated learning," Cyril responds.

Arjun's knot expands to nearly its full size. The meowscarada's paw can no longer fit around it so he moves it lower until he finds his mate's orbs and rolls them around in his paw. Then he increases the pace of the paw on his shaft. Cyril's speed is the one thing that makes this easier than it would be for Arjun. Experience tells him exactly how fast he can go before it's too fast, even with the pre lubricating, and allows him to seamlessly incorporate the twisting of his wrist. He would never do this on himself, it always overstimulates him, yet somehow Arjun can handle it. In fact, he never lasts long once Cyril picks up, often rambling afterwards that it feels like his paw is everywhere at once.

Indeed, the meowscarada feels the orbs tighten and a moment later his mate thrusts into his paw, attempting to jam his knot into his grip. Even without success, he shoots all over Cyril, fresh cum joining the dry in his fur. The sharp canid musk reminds him to pull his paw back to collect it.

When the streams of seed slow into a dribble, Arjun rests the top of his head on the meowscarada's forehead, eyes nanometers apart and muzzle hovering above his mouth. Cyril brings his cum-coated paw to his mate's nose. "Want some?" Cyril asks.

Arjun sniffs it. "Not really."

"You make me swallow mine."

"Fair." The dhole sticks his tongue, but before he can reach the paw it pulls away.

"Nope. All mine." Cyril brings his paw to his mouth and cleans it with his tongue. The taste is bitter yet delicious. "Lay down already."

"On you? You're a mess."

"Should've thought of that before you made it." The meowscarada yanks his mate down to lay on top of him. "I deserve cuddles."

Arjun struggles for a bit then simply adjusts to a more comfortable position: head next to Cyril's neck and arms resting under the top of his mask. "You deserve a lot more than that."