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Well, i hope anyone who was hoping for a part two enjoys this!

"How was ya'lls game yesterday?" Garret asked as they sat down at a table.

Tony sighed, "It was good, we went into overtime," he said. He had been out of town the past week, a game in another state calling his attention. It was funny; he played for a professional team and lived away from them. They were just a city over but he preferred to be away from it, and even more so now. Life was much better now; there was someone to come home to. He was hoping that wouldn't stop anytime soon, but things seemed a bit grim now.

"Did ya'll win?" Garret asked, looking outside a window. His eyes ran over Tony once, staring at the bear for a minute. He saw Tony flinch a bit beneath his stare and looked away again.

"Yep," Tony said, nodding his head. It was a strange relationship with Garret. The dog didn't pretend to keep up with his life, but that didn't mean he didn't care. In fact the rottweiler was the one putting all the effort into the relationship now. Tony didn't hate the dog, quiet the opposite. It was just that they were at a bit of an opposite side. He could tell that the dog was still very upset with him-Garret's eyes told him that much.

"Good," Garret said as a waiter came up. He looked at him, "We'll both have two waters and steak. I'll have mine medium well, and his will be rare," he said. His tone held an authoritative aura to it. He didn't wait for the waiter to say anything, and the waiter didn't dare to either.

Tony bit his tongue. The dog was practically punishing him, he didn't like his steak rare, he hated it rare and Garret knew that. He didn't even like steak too much, fish was much better he thought. There was really only one meat he liked raw, but that was getting much too lewd for his current state. He knew that he'd just have to enjoy the salad and baked potato. He sighed, "So, how have you been?"

"Good...I guess. I had patrol duty this week,"

"Ugh...sounds boring," Tony said and stared at the dog. He looked tired, he had bags under his eyes and his muzzle looked scruffy. He felt bad, bad because he could only guess that it was his fault. When he looked up again he saw Garret looking at him again and looked away immediately. The dog was definitely pissed at him. He regretted it, he hadn't meant to say it.

A few weeks ago he'd brought the dog with him to a party with some of his team mates, just for fun. He didn't even normally go, but he did occasionally, if not to just keep his status with the team intact. While there they asked him about Garret and he said he was a guy he'd just met and decided to bring. The dog became very offended by that, and ever since they hadn't been on great terms. He knew the reasons.

It was because he'd been with the dog for the past six months and when he introduced him to the team he said he'd just met him. It wasn't the fact that he called him 'just a friend' or something, it was that he practically denied knowing him. As the dog so venomously put it, 'you can't just go and say you don't know the guy whose dick you practically know like the back of your paw...actually that you probably know better than that' or something to that extent.

That was just the tip of some of their troubles. He liked the dog, he really, really liked the dog. He was pretty sure that he loved him in truth. They practically lived with each other, but the dog had something he did wrong too. Whenever they were together, it was never at his own place, not once. Tony sighed, he didn't even know where Garret lived. The dog always came over to his place-always. He couldn't say it was as bad as saying he didn't know the dog, that was terrible, but it still felt like the dog was holding out on him. Garret didn't care about that though, he was pissed, and he had been the past two weeks.

Tony knew that he had to make it up to him, but didn't really know how. There wasn't much he could take, it wasn't like he enjoyed the treatment he was getting. His mind ran to what to do, what there was he could do. First the salads came out and he looked down at his. He lifted the tomatoes out of it, "You want my tomatoes?"

Garret looked up at the bear and then looked down again, "Sure," he said. He saw the bear put them on the salad and then the paw pull away quickly. Garret sighed and put a bit more dressing on his salad. He didn't know what to do, or why he was still with the bear. If he didn't even have the guts to say they'd been hanging out then how could they really be with each other; it wasn't like he was asking too much-not like he was asking the bear to tell them they were sleeping together.

The problem was that Tony seemed like he wasn't dedicated. A few weeks ago he'd thought he was getting serious with the bear. He liked Tony, he was kind, strong, and the bear was just fun to be around. They ate in silence; he could practically feel Tony's nervousness. They exchanged a few glances, but never said anything, even when they were eating. The bear hardly touched his steak, in truth the only thing he did was cut it a few times; looking for a piece of well cooked meat which he couldn't fine. He had known Tony was finicky about his food, that's why he ordered what he did. In his anger he didn't really want the bear to enjoy himself, he wanted to make sure that the bear was a bit miserable. Sadly his own steak tasted bland, he was sure it was because his mood was so gloom.

He'd barely been with Tony the past month, which was about the time they had gone to the party. After that he just didn't want to be around the bear, and to avoid him he had been working overtime. The first two weeks the bear called him everyday, trying to get a hold of him, but he always ignored the calls. After that the calls came slower, and it was finally him who called the bear, but he'd gone out of state. This was his first time seeing him in a month, and they could barely look at each other. The air was heavy and he hated it. Feeling for the bear made him want to be near him, and he was beginning to think that it was love. He pushed his plate away and stood up, pulling out his wallet.

"I'll cover it," Tony said, gently placing a bill onto the table. He stood up and began to walk after the rottweiler. It was too much cash to put down, but he didn't care all that much. He could afford to waste a bit of cash, and it got him away quicker. He got outside and could tell the dog was close behind him. He felt a paw on his shoulder and continued to walk, the rottweiler following him. They were walking down the street, to no where really, and eventually Tony built up his courage. He glanced back and saw the rottweiler still following him, "I'm sorry..."

Garret looked at the bear and moved closer, walking by him now. He looked over at the bear, "What are you sorry for?"

Tony looked over at him, "You know why...are you going to make me grovel?"

Garret stared at the bear, they had both stopped walking now. A few people pushed their way past them, some telling them that they were in the way. He began to move forward again, "No...I guess I just want you to be a bit miserable right now,"

"I'm sorry that I denied knowing you in front of the team...I freaked and didn't really know why,"

Garret nodded his head, "Because you were scared,"

Tony looked over at the dog, but stopped his words. Garret hadn't meant them in an offending way, it was just the facts. He nodded his head, "Yeah...I was. Can I ask you something though?"

Garret looked at the bear and then nodded his head.

"Why don't we ever go to your place? For that matter...where do you even live? The first three months whenever I woke up I was alone again...with just a scent to remind me of the night. October the eighth..."

"Hmm?"

"That's the first night you stayed with me and I woke up to you," Tony said. He didn't really worry about where they were. The city was pretty big, he doubted anyone was paying attention to them. Who would think twice of listening to them as they just walked down the street. They were two big guys, one wearing a cop outfit and the other wearing a sports jacket, and both with the build of a strong build. Tony was often complimented for his build, and he enjoyed the praise, though the dog's praise was even better. "Even then...I think it was just because you didn't get up early enough to get away. You never stay the night fully, I've begun to wake up earlier though...it's kind of funny. Instead of needing an alarm clock I just have to listen for you leaving,"

Garret looked down at the ground; it was strange; the bear had turned the tables on him quickly. He knew that Tony was sorry; the bear wasn't one to lie just to get out of trouble with him. Now the bear was telling him that he was the one who wasn't being committed, and in truth, it was a good argument. Tony had messed up, but that was only a momentary mistake, while his behavior was a problem. Before he could say anything Tony was continuing again.

"Now...I'm not saying I was right to do what I did...what I did was terrible, and Garret, please believe me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I also want to know why you're holding out on this relationship too. I like you, a lot more than I do anyone else, but if it's just a good night where we both end up panting for each other with the ocasional nice conversation then I want to know so...I don't want to put into something that's already reached its limit,"

Garret just continued to walk. He didn't know what to say to the bear. There really wasn't a reason he never stayed over. "Why would you ever want to come over to my place?"

"Because I have no idea about your home life...I mean...a home says a good bit about you. I think I know you pretty well Garret, but I don't know if I know that. It's that I just want to know more about you...I mean, are you hiding something from me?"

"No," Garret said, nearly shooting the answer at the bear.

"OK, I believe you..." Tony said and made a U-turn.

"Where are you going?" Garret asked.

"You're taking me to your house," Tony said, his voice full of surety.

"Wh-what...I mean, why?" Garret asked.

Tony increased his speed, "Because I want to know about you,"

"Could we not though...my place is really boring," Garret said, growing a bit nervous.

"Why don't you want me over?" Tony asked, turning around and looking at the rottweiler. He crossed his arms in defiance-just because he played football didn't mean that everyonce in awhile he did something a bit 'off', something that told more about his preferences

"I have a roommate, so there was never a reason for you to come over,"

"I could still just come over and hang out,"

"Yeah...having you around wouldn't raise questions,"

"Does he not know your gay?"

"She does" Garret said, adding emphasis onto that part, "...but she doesn't know I'm seeing someone-especially not a someone like you...shouldn't you be wanting to keep a low profile,"

Tony shrugged his shoulders, "Can't you just tell her we're friends,"

"Yeah, you're the friend I go to every night and don't go home to till early morning...just friends, right?"

Tony sighed, it was a bit difficult. He looked over at the dog, "You're annoying, you know?"

Garret chuckled, "Sorry...but if you want to you can come,"

Tony didn't really feel like going anymore, he didn't really like the idea of someone knowing about him and the dog. It wasn't because he was ashamed, but it wasn't anyone else's business either. He looked over at him, "Maybe you can give me a tour when your roommate isn't around,"

Garret walked closer to the bear and nodded. It was silent for a moment and Tony was the first to speak again. They were walking to their cars, in a parking garage.

"Are we good?" Tony asked, looking over at the rottweiler. Garret didn't answer him though. It was unnerving for a few moments, and they arrived back at their cars just as he was about to ask the question again. "Are we go-" he was asking before being cut off by Garret. The dog leaned forward and planted a kiss on his muzzle, and he was pinned against the car. He could feel the dog's tongue run over his own. His eyes were wide open for a few moments, surprised by the suddenness.

Garret continued to kiss the bear until he felt Tony return it, which took a few seconds. When the bear did begin to return the kiss it was just as strongly as he was kissing the bear. He wrapped his arms around the bear and groped Tony, the bear moaning into the kiss. After a minute he felt the bear push him away though. It didn't stop him though, and he continued his action, a combo of his and the bear's spit in his muzzle. When Tony mumbled something through the kiss he pulled away and looked at him. He still ran his paws over the bear, "We're good now. Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah...shoot,"

"...I think I'm starting to love you,"

Tony smiled at the dog, "Hmm...Well, I love you, and I think I've had those feelings for a while...and that didn't really help to tone it down any,"

Garret moved his paws inside of the bear's pants, "Why would I want to tone it down?"

Tony moaned and pushed the dog away, "Garret...please,"

"What?" Garret asked, smiling at how quickly the bear's breathes became ragged. He moved his paws down and groped the bear's large rump, Tony grinding against him as he did so, though the bear was trying to stop himself.

"Not here,"

"Your place then?" Garret inquired, moving his paw to the front of the bear's pants and rolled Tony's large sack in his paws.

Tony gripped the dog's paws and pulled them away from him, hating it as much as he was sure the dog did. He looked at him, "I can't tonight...I fly out at three A.M and I'll be out of town all week,"

Garret frowned, "But you just got back,"

"Coach wants everyone out to the place...we're gonna workout two days and do a relaxed workout before the game...I'll be back on Friday,"

Garret felt his ears go down a little, "That's not a week...it's Thursday right now...you'll be gone longer,"

"Just a bit..."

Garret frowned when Tony pulled even further away. He sighed, it seemed like the bear was really getting away.

"Hey...I really am sorry for all of this. You know, how I acted before, and that I can't stay too long,"

Garret shrugged his shoulders, trying to not let his disappointment show through. He knew that with the bear being a player that at this point in the year that he wouldn't be able to see him as much as he would've liked to. The good thing was that during off season the bear was practically all his though. "I get it...just be careful,"

Tony smiled, "I will be...you do the same," he said and leaned forward kissing the dog once again. This was such crap he thought, that he couldn't stay the night with the dog that he'd fell for. He got into his car and started it up, then rolled down the window. He smiled at the dog, "You better be ready when I get back...clear your weekend, you won't be leaving my place,"

Garret smiled, "How do you plan to keep me there?"

"I'll just cuff you to the bed...you have some I know," Tony said and smiled at the rottweiler. When Garret came over he kissed him on the cheek, "Cya later love,"

Garret smiled as the bear drove away. He knew that the week would either pass like a blink of an eye or be as slow as Christmas. Sadly it was the later. Everyday seemed to take a millennium, and his thoughts were always on the bear. They were not always lewd though, many times he actually just thought about being around Tony. He was really beginning to develop feelings for him, but he didn't fear them. He knew that Tony liked him, the bear said he loved him, and he was sure he was working his way up to that also.

Sometimes at night he would talk with him, he would ask him how the city was, or what he'd done during the day. It was weird, the conversations were boring, but he wasn't bored. With anyone else he would've wanted to just hang up and go do something else, but he didn't mind talking with Tony, in fact he enjoyed to do it. Instead of watching a show he'd think about him, or instead of going out he'd stay home and talk with him; his behavior changed to be near him.

On Thursday night he made sure he wasn't busy. He had the TV on and he was watching the game. He could see the team and looked for the bear, but he couldn't really tell if he was there or not. There were four bears on the screen, two were grizzly bears, and the other was a polar bear; which left Tony. He saw the bear and smiled, happy to see him after the small break from him. He'd never thought he'd be one with esoteric feelings, though he knew that he had them now. It felt strange, to actually have a longing for someone, usually he just wanted to be with types of people, but now he wanted to be with a specific person.

The game passed and they lost, badly. It was better to call it a massacre; they never scored a single point. He knew that the team wasn't bad, they were five wins and one loss now, but to see them lose so badly was a shock. The other team just seemed to walk over them, it was almost sad to watch. He turned off the TV and wondered what it would mean for them.

The next day Garret got up, happy that the bear would be on his way home. He checked his phone and saw he had a text from the bear. "Won't be seeing you on Friday...sorry but Coach is going to make us work hard..." he read out loud and sighed. The message was fresh, only a few minutes actually and he decided to call the bear. After a few rings the bear picked up.

"Hey there," Tony said, his tone seemed happy enough.

"Hi...I just got your message,"

"Oh...I'm really sorry...I was planning on it but we haven't even left yet. I'm on my way to the airport and when we land the coach tells us we're working out...you see the game?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah...it wasn't much of a game...Coach is pissed and he plans to make us pay for what he calls 'the shit we dropped on the field' so I won't be there on Friday..."

Garret couldn't' help but feel sad. Apparently he made some sort of indication that Tony caught onto.

"I'm sorry...I'll make it up to you on Saturday. I was thinking that you could wait for me at my place..."

"I don't have a key or anything..."

"It's all electronic, and I think you can figure out my keypad..."

"Could I? Want to give me a hint about it?"

"Think of nicknames...sort of..." Tony said and sighed, "I got to go, like I said, I'm pretty sure coach is going to be rough with us," he said, accentuating the word.

Garret felt a smile cover his muzzle, "Be careful,"

"I will be..." Tony said and hung up.

Garret smiled and couldn't wait till the day was over. He went to work and was glad that they gave him traffic duty again; it put him closer to the bear's house. He sat at his spot for the next eight hours. He pulled over twenty people in that time, more than he had any other time. He felt happy when the clock finally buzzed telling him he was done with his shift. He moved away from his spot and went to the bear's house. The keypad glowed in the darkness and he smiled as he typed in the password. It was 'roughpuppy' which was what the bear would call him at night, or whenever they were being a bit personal. The gate opened slowly and he was impressed with the house. When he first came he'd thought it was a mansion. The place was two stories tall with a basement, had an indoor swimming pool, and had a large lawn too. It was pretty isolated too, the driveway was amazingly long. When he opened the door he felt around for a light switch, soon turning on the huge house's lights.

He went to the bedroom and feel down into the amazing bed. It was huge, but lonely right now. The bed was large enough to hold a bear rather comfortably, as it was to hold him also, and it was large enough to hold the two of them quite snuggly; though they had to grope the other-neither complained about it. Garret let out a disgruntled sigh and pulled a pillow over his face and decided to sleep, the longer the better.

The morning came quickly and Garret go up around ten. He looked for his phone and saw another message from the bear, telling him to expect him around four in the afternoon. That left him with six hours to do anything he wanted in the bear's house. He decided to go for a run to begin with. He worked out for close to two hours and then made a sandwich with whatever was in the bear's fridge. He got something to drink for his mouth, it was his primary concern right now. When he ran he couldn't help some of his saliva coming from his lips, though it wasn't much, it was just what his species did, right now his mouth felt pretty dry. The inside of the bear's house felt great on his body. He'd run for awhile, something he didn't do often but now his body was practically as wet as a pool. Feeling the moistness of his clothes he stripped to his underwear, hating to wear wet clothes on his body, but not wanting to go around nude in the bear's house. He sat down in the bear's room again and watched a few shows, and soon it was time for Tony to come home. It was three and he began to grow even more anxious.

The next hour passed with him beginning to try and make the place look nice, though it already did. He felt anxious, his energy didn't have many outlets. He busied himself with rummaging through things, hoping that it wasn't too invasive. He found a lot of interesting things around the house, some books the bear read, some magazines he subscribed to, and a few other things. The bear had a few 'toys' under his bed, but they didn't looked well used, at least not recently-probably because there was no need for them anymore. He was rummaging through the channels when he heard the door open.

"Garret...are you here man?" Tony yelled through the house. He took a whiff of the air and knew the answer. The dog's scent was amazingly strong in the house, and he guessed he'd been working out. It may have smelt like wet dog but he couldn't say it didn't make him want the dog already. He breathed it in again and sighed, deciding to look for the big dog. Just a few seconds inside and his workout shorts already felt a good bit tighter than before. He whistled playfully as he searched through the house saying small things to his boyfriend, "Come-here boy, I got a bone for you...come-on, if you hurry I'll give you a special treat..." he said, whistling for the dog.

Garret couldn't help but chuckle at the bear's attempts. He took a side hallway in the large house and saw the bear walking through the house. He snuck up behind him and smiled as the bear continued to walk; completely oblivious to his presence.

"Come-on boy...if you come down without a fight I'll let you have some special sausage and you can have it all like a good pupp-" Tony was saying before he caught a whiff of the air, but it was too late. He let out a grunt as he was pulled back. Before he could even comprehend what was going on there was a pair of paws molesting him. He chuckled as a pair of lips caught onto his neck and kissed at it. "There you are boy...did you miss me,"

Garret kissed along the bear's neck and murred a happy yes to him. He pulled away from the neck and pulled more on the bear, "Yes I missed you...you said you brought me something...a bone?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow at the last part.

Tony smiled and let out a light moan as the dog's paws tussled his shirt. He leaned back into the rottweiler, "Yeah...a big juicy bone all for you..."

Garret growled in the bear's ear, "I want to see what you brought but what about my own bone?"

"Bury it for awhile," Tony said and moaned as the dog bit along his neck. He rubbed his rump against the dog's quickly swelling sheath.

"What if I want to bury it a few times? And maybe suck on your bone for a bit, make sure it's not just going to stay so lonely-I'll kill over for a good bone in my mouth...but I think I'll have to bury mine first,"

"You can do that too," Tony said, rubbing his rump against the dog. He felt Garret let him go and turned around to face the rottweiler. "I missed you too, I think yo- Humhmhphph" he was trying to say but was soon brought into a wet kiss. He was still trying to talk as he turned around and even while the dog's tongue paraded through his muzzle. Before he could even return the kiss he was pulled back and felt almost like the dog's personal toy.

"I missed you too," Garret said, a bit more solemn.

Tony smiled, the rottweiler had seemed to have gone from sexy to romantic in a simple sentence. He kissed him on the lips, "I'm glad you're here,"

"Me too," Garret growled into the bear's ear, Tony shuddering beneath him. He felt the bear embrace him for the first time and rubbed roughly against him.

"Didn't waste anytime with clothes did you?" Tony asked and moved a paw down to the dog's rump. Garret's breath turned into a grunt, the dog was currently digging his nose into his chest, enjoying the musk he was offering. He patted the dog's rump a bit roughly, more like a strike and smiled at the rottweiler's reaction to it.

Garret smiled, he'd forgotten he'd taken off the clothes to begin with. He took in another deep breath and smiled at how it invaded his senses, and the musk was this strong when the bear's clothes were still on. He looked up at the bear, "So...the coach worked you hard today?"

"Yeah...I actually threw up while running the fifth drill...and that was after he'd made us do a regular weight room workout...then we still had to run twenty laps around the field, this isn't counting the skirmish afterwards,"

"He made you play a scrimmage?"

"Yeah...and if a play was bad...we redid it,"

"That must've taken hours..."

"We began at six in the morning," Tony replied with a tired laugh.

"I would think the team would have rioted,"

Tony chuckled, "No one on the team is that stupid...we may be the people that the fans come to see but it's the coach who calls the shots...he's the head,"

Garret smiled and licked the bear's muzzle, "Go lay down...I'm going to make you something to eat," he said and saw the smirk on the bear's muzzle. He gently swatted his paw on the bear's muzzle, "No...not that kind of food...but," he said and nuzzled the bear roughly, "if you're good, then maybe,"

Tony pulled on the dog, "I'm fine...come-on, I'll be fine on an all meat diet..." he said, wanting to be with the dog.

"You don't like your meat rare though,"

"I don't like most meat rare...but this meat," Tony said and pulled on the dog, "is better than anything I've had before," he said and felt the rottweiler pull away and look at him firmly.

"Nope...you said you threw up...you must be starving if he worked you through lunch, so there's no discussion here. I'm going to go fix you a meal and I'll bring it to you in bed,"

Tony frowned in disbelief. A week ago the dog was pleading to have him bent over or to be able pound into him and now he was telling him to wait. Kind as it was he was ready to be with the rottweiler too, though he couldn't deny he was tired. Garret moved forward and kissed him on the muzzle, and Tony couldn't help but smile. The dog was being much more feely than usual; it wasn't a bad thing he guessed. In fact this side of the dog showed him that Garret really did like him, no, that the dog actually cared for him. He headed for his room and fell down into his bed.

When the dog returned he ate slowly, not really too hungry since his body was still in a working out mode. Garret was in the bed next to him, and surprisingly the dog was just laying with him. The rottweiler's head was on his chest, and he seemed peaceful. He finished his meal and let out a quiet sigh.

Garret felt the bear relax and smiled to himself. When he looked up he couldn't help but chuckle, Tony was asleep. As much as his body told him he needed a release he didn't mind to wait, after all, it would be better if the bear wasn't tired for it. He also genuinely wanted the bear to sleep. He smiled and nestled closer to him. There were a few crumbs on Tony's lips and he licked them away before deciding to sleep also. The next time he woke up it was to Garret nuzzling him, though the bear was no longer at his face. He felt the bear's breath on his stomach, and it was obvious that Tony was awake. He looked down at Tony and smiled, "What are you up to lardy?"

Tony looked up at the rottweiler, "Lardy? You still insistent upon calling me that?" he asked and ran his paws over the dog's body. Most currently he was rubbing them over the dog's stomach, where a healthy layer of fat was stored. The rottweiler was healthy, he worked out consistently, but he was also a bit on the heavy side. Even if he went to the gym, to see him without a layer above all the muscle would've been strange, but he enjoyed it. The rottweiler's extra weight was well distributed, and if Tony didn't know better he'd say that the dog was sculpted by an artist. He smiled at the dog, "I was thinking about that bone you were talking about..."

Garret smiled, "What about it,"

"Willing to share it?"

"Only if you ask nicely,"

Tony rolled his eyes and moved up to the rottweiler's face, kissing at his chest and neck as he did. He got to the dog's face and their noses were touching, "Can I please play with your bone ya' fat lazy cop?"

"Hey! I'm not fat," Garret said with a growl. It sounded real but the bear smiled at him still, Tony knew it wasn't threatening. He put his paws onto the bear and pushed him off of him, and then rolled on top of him, "And who are you to call me fat you thickskulled lard? Say you're sorry,"

Tony smiled at the dog and moved up quickly, biting Garret on his neck. The dog growled more loudly and pushed him away. Over the course of the months their foreplay had changed a lot. This was just one of them, though it was usually something neither planned, but what they just fell into-especially if they both wanted the other. He looked up at the dog whose teeth were bared to him and he growled at the dog. A drop of drool ran from the dog's muzzle, one of the dog's habits. The dog was a drooler, even if he tried to control it, but Tony didn't mind it. In some ways he thought it was kind of attractive, like now, it made the dog look more menacing, "I don't think I'm the one with the issue," he growled to the rottweiler.

"What was that ya' insol-" Garret was saying before he found himself on the bottom again. The bear's teeth closed at his shoulder and he let out a grunt-half of pain and half of enjoyment. He pushed on Tony and the bear only dug in more. He began to pull on his fur and to wrestle with the bear, and eventually Tony let go of his shoulder. The two began to fight, both trying to pin the other down. They would snap and growl at one another. If anyone saw them it would look like they were trying to kill each other, but they both enjoyed the game. They both wanted to outdo the other, to show the other who was the alpha, and they would be rough sometimes, which was pretty much how it went. The only indications that it wasn't a real fight were the occasional light moan, or the small smirk they would give each other. Eventually it was over, both now sweating equally. It had gone on for a good fifteen minutes. Tony had won, as he always did-even if he was tired he wasn't about to let the dog win.

Garret panted and had his head into a pillow, the bear pushing him further into it. His tongue hung out of his muzzle as he panted and his chest heaved. A bit of drool escaped his muzzle and was being absorbed by the pillow. Drooling was one thing he wasn't sure he liked or hated about his body, a lot of people got turned away by it, but he didn't mind it personally. He only drooled when he was working out, or was really excited, such as now. In fact, Tony almost seemed turned on ny it sometimes.

Tony smiled down at the dog, who was in the perfect position to take. His rump was up in the air with his straining pants rubbing at the base of the rottweiler's rump. Tony continued to repeat the action, though he knew he'd be the bottom. Over the course of their relationship it was pretty much established that he was a bottom. At first that scared him, to be the 'bitch' of the relationship, but that wasn't how Garret saw it, and the dog never degraded him. Tony knew it was just how he was, he couldn't' really help it, he loved to have the dog's cock in his muzzle as much as he did to have it in his hole. He'd topped the dog a lot too, but those nights were a bit rare, and if it came down to it, he usually ended up wanting to be the bottom anyway. He liked to top the dog, but he couldn't deny that there was something about the way it felt to have the other male in him that was great also. They both had their perks, and he just found himself on the receiving end more than naught. It wasn't that Garret said he was the top; it was more an unstated law of their relationship, one neither questioned because Tony knew he enjoyed his own position. He let go of the dog and landed on him, Garret grunting as he did.

Garret rubbed back against the bear, "You could let me win once you know,"

Tony growled in the dog's ear, "You could try to actually pin me...I think you just like being subdued by me...can't blame you,"

Garret rolled his eyes, "Don't flatter yourself lardy..." he said, though in truth the bear was right. He knew that the bear was going to win one way or the other, that was also true; Tony was stronger. But there was more to it, he did like to have the bear to take him down, to be the one who was powerless. That fact was funny considering that he was the one who topped. He felt Tony push up a little and flipped himself over so he was facing the bear. He pressed his lips against the bear's and began to kiss him deeply. His tongue ran along the bear's both once again wrestling-if not a bit differently now.

Tony let the dog's paws run over him as he did the same. His paws groped the rottweiler's rump, and moved his paws up and down the dog's body. He felt the dog's paw move to his own rump and grope him, though the dog didn't put his paws under his shorts. He moaned through the kiss and gave a happy growl. The rottweiler's paws moved nearly everywhere on his body. The dog's paws went to his lower back and his rump, fondling whatever Garret liked to run through his paws. Tony moved his paw up to the dog's muzzle and placed it on the dog's cheek-cupping it. It was a more romantic notion, but it held its own purpose also. His tongue explored every crevice of the dog's maw, a happy growl coming from his chest making his tongue vibrate in Garret's muzzle. Apparently the dog enjoyed that, because he returned the kiss even more eagerly which only served to make him growl more-it was a win-win game for them both.

Tony pulled form the kiss, though Garret was still kissing him back. A healthy blend of their saliva was on his tongue, and he could tell the dog was drooling again. He chuckled and wondered if the dog kept it up if he'd become dehydrated. In some respects it was good to see him drool; it meant that he was enjoying himself, not to mention having a wet muzzle to put things in was good too. He still stroked the dog's cheek, and to his surprise the dog nuzzled against his paw. He smiled at Garret, "You have five seconds to get out of your underwear," he said and rolled off of the dog. He stood up and began to undress himself. He began with his shirt and then his workout shorts. He didn't bother to take off his jock, the dog pretty much begged him to leave it on. Garret had a fetish of sorts for it, even if the dog wouldn't openly admit it, though it usually came off at some point in the night. It was a bit uncomfortable at the moment though, he'd yet to take the cup out so it was a tight fit for his cock.

Garret threw his underwear to the floor and waited for the bear to join him again. The scent of the bear was strong, even from a few feet away. From both of their previous workouts and their recent wrestling match the room was heavy with their musk. He stared at the bear's butt and smiled, he loved the sight of the bear. When Tony turned around he ogled at the bear as he moved back onto the bed to him. Tony didn't come to his face though. Garret spread his legs a bit and the bear wasted no time with what that opened up to him. For the next minute the bear enjoyed his taste and Garret pumped into the amazing muzzle. When Tony did pull off it was only because he'd asked him to stop. Tony moved up the bed more. He reached out and grabbed at the bear's package but he felt the cup instead. He looked up at Tony, "That's got to go..."

Tony felt the dog begin to get the cup out of his jock and was grateful for it. Apparently something stopped the dog from throwing it away because Garret was sniffing at it, though Tony knew if the dog wanted to smell him he wouldn't go for an indirect source. He stared at Garret who looked up at him and smiled at him. The dog held the cup making sure not to tilt it, but leaned up and kissed him. Tony moaned into the kiss and felt Garret pull away, the kiss only lasting a brief moment. "Why are you still holding that?" he asked.

Garret smiled at the bear, "It's like a present...you left me a good bit of pre," he said. The cup had a good amount of pre in it, the bear's cock had leaked a lot during their foreplay, and the cup acted like a perfect, well, cup to catch it all. He smiled as the bear realized what he meant. He held it close, just above his mouth and tipped the cup, sticking out his tongue as he did. The sweet pre began to spread over his tongue and he let out a moan as he tasted the pre; if there was something to taste, this was it. The amount in the cup was surprising, but he wasn't complaining, letting it all into his muzzle, and fighting not to swallow the treat. He felt some of it drip down his muzzle, somehow missing his maw but he let it go. When he'd tipped it the entire way he realized that there was none left and he let out a small growl as he threw the cup away-it clattering somewhere else in the room. He kept some of the treat on his tongue.

Tony watched the dog drank his seed, and felt the dog pull him down. His lips met the dog's and he was aware of the taste of his own pre. The rottweiler's tongue ran over his own and let out a grunt of pleasure. The dog had kept some of the pre on his tongue and was letting him have the rest of it. Tony rubbed his own body against the dog's, enjoying how it felt to have their fur commingling. He let out a moan as Garret pulled him deeper into the kiss. The paw on his head gripped his fur and he let out a grunt as the rottweiler's tongue played against his own. The dog's muzzle was wetter than normal, which said a good bit, meaning he was excited for whatever was coming down the road. If the dog was this excited then he knew he was in for a great night. He moved a paw of his own down and grabbed the dog's cock, feeling the warm flesh throb as he gripped it. He let out a grunt as the dog pulled him from the kiss forcefully.

"Get down there and get to work," Garret growled at the bear, who quickly began to comply. As he did he stopped him, pulling on him again. The bear looked up at him, confused and angry, obviously not needing to be told to suck on his cock. In fact it probably would've taken more to convince him not to do that. He smiled at him, "And while you're at it let me see that bone you promised me...if I've been good enough,"

Tony smiled and moved down the dog's body, and straddled the rottweiler's face with his own waist, "You've been a great little roughpuppy tonight," he said with a growl. The cock in front of him was already fully hard, knot and all. He didn't waste anytime playing around, he wanted to have it in his muzzle. He dove down onto the cock and moaned as the rottweiler's bucked into his muzzle from the initial wave of pleasure. He felt the dog kissing the wet spot of his jock, the dog not seeming to care if he was licking at the cock or just at whatever was close to it.

Garret let out a moan and began to slowly pump his hips in and out of the bear's muzzle, who was bobbing his head in accordance. He licked over the bear's body, taking special attention to the sack that was hidden by the jockstrap. It felt great to have the bear back again, the month had been pretty lonely, and a paw held nothing to this. The bear had really gotten better at what he was doing too. Six months ago the bear was nervous, didn't show much will, and he hadn't been great. There were a few than more times when he would tell the bear to watch his teeth, but the bear was great now. Tony was enthusiastic, bolder, and it was more like the bear had been doing this for years instead of a few months-the fact that Tony never missed a chance to suck him off never hurt the bear either. He smiled and pulled away from Tony, but still pumped into his muzzle, "Hey...move forward a bit...and, if I didn't say so...you're doing great,"

Tony gave a moan around the cock, encouraged by the compliment and began to roll the dog's sac around in his paw. He mumbled an OK around the cock and leaned forward, spreading his legs a bit as he did, already knowing what to expect. He was deep into the motions, slurping up everything the canine had to give and wanting more. He pulled off a little and let out a grunt as a paw landed roughly against his rump. The dog seemed to enjoy doing that, never a lot, just the occasional slap against him, and he always knew that what came next was the best part. The treatment also only served to make him hotter, being treated as the rottweiler did gave them both a strange libido. He felt the dog's breath on his rump, the canine's breath ran over his hanging balls. The final treat finally came, a wet appendage running all the way up to his tail hole, making him groan in pleasure.

Garret could take the bear right now, but he wanted this to last. Rimming the bear was a treat too special to forego just because he needed a good orgasm. He pushed further into the bear's rump, his tongue still going around the bear's hole. Lightly pressing against the tight flesh made Tony jump a little and he chuckled as he teased the bear. This was great too, he could rim the bear for hours, but he could also pound him for hours. He put his paws firmly on the bear's rump and began to knead the bear's rump. That only made Tony more submissive to his ministrations. He finally pushed his tongue past the flesh and into the bear. It was times like this when his excessive salivation was a good thing; it would mean he could go straight to pounding the bear. He took in deep whiffs of the bear's rump, and shuddered as the bear growled out in pleasure around his cock, obviously enjoying what he was getting. A whine actually escaped the bear's muzzle next, a strange and rare treat for the bear to give him. Garret smiled as the whines continued, he was enjoying this part of the bear-to have the bear wanting him to go ahead and pound him.

Tony pulled off the cock and let out a few gasps of air. He couldn't say that he was breathing well. Every swipe of the dog's tongue made him lose his breath, and that made it even harder to breath, even through is nose since his mouth was preoccupied with a treat. He let leaned down, right next to the cock and let out a series of sighs and moans as the dog continued-seemingly undeterred by his own lack of contribution now. A whine and a moan combined in his throat, he didn't feel as though he could do anything, pleasure wracked over his body. Over the month he'd gone without anything in his hole, and the renewing feel of the dog treating him again was great. Huffing was what his breathing was reduced to as the dog controlled him. More pathetic whines escaped him and he enjoyed how the night was going-and this was just the beginning. The dog rimmed him deeply, only adding to his vocalizations of pleasure, and spreading a sense of warmth all throughout him. The wet appendage was controlled with perfection, the dog knew every little spot to hit, and how to make him moan. "That's it...Please...Yeah, right there please," he huffed onto the dog and groaned louder.

The bear's moans only served to make him increase his efforts. Garret moaned and felt like he couldn't do this too much longer. In truth he could've continued for hours, but not with how the bear was acting. Even though he knew the bear was enjoying himself right now he also could tell the bear wanted him to get serious. He gave the bear's rump a firm, well resounding slap and pulled away with a popping sound as he pulled his lips and tongue away. Tony moaned and said some unintelligible thing, probably about how he was feeling right now. Garret smiled and licked his lips, the taste of the bear heavy on his lips, as it would be for quite some time-which he was more than fine with. His muzzle was a bit moist from his time rimming the bear, his chin wet as much as the bear's rump was. He licked his lips a few times, enjoying the taste and resisting the urge to push his muzzle back into the bear. He sat up and moved over a bit. He stood at the edge of the bed, "Well...you just going to sit there all night? Come over here,"

Tony wasted no time and was quickly at the dog's side again. He was pulled into a deep kiss, the rottweiler didn't do much. It was a sloppy kiss, but it was enough to make both of them even hotter. Tony smiled at the dog and licked his lips, his own taste strong on his own tongue now. He leaned down and took a quick moment to deepthroat the dog sloppily, making sure the dog's cock was wet for what was about to come.

Garret smiled down at the bear, as hot as everything was right now he still felt a lot of affection for the bear. He was beginning to truly think he loved him. He grinned and pushed on Tony a little, "Ok first...you can lose your jockstrap...hot as it is I want you to feel my balls slapping against yours. Get on your stomach and let's see if that sexy body of yours can still handle a rough pounding,"

Tony moved quickly, though really the only thing he did was change his position just a bit. He had his rump in the air, exposing himself to the rottweiler and he leaned down into the bed. He whined once again, involuntary as he waited for the dog's cock to go into his hole.

Garret grabbed some of the bear's fur and pushed his cock up against the bear, rubbing it roughly against him. Garret chuckled as the bear moaned again and "You won't be sleeping tonight,"

Tony moaned and he pushed back against the dog, wanting to have him pound him already, "Please...just please. Pound me already,"

Garret smiled and moved onto the bed. He lovingly patted the bear's rump and pushed forward a good bit, guiding his cock to the hole. His cock pressed against the bear and he let out a loud grunt. After a second the bear stopped though. Garret stopped his grunts and chuckled loudly as he rubbed the bear's back. There was a surprising amount of sweat on the bear's back, tonight was definitely going to be fun. The bear had surprised him by pushing back against his cock, taking it all in at once, "You're certainly eager tonight,"

Tony breathed heavily, getting used to the familiar but recently inattentive intruder. He gasped as the rottweiler spoke some words to him. After a bit he relaxed, the dog's tongue had really been a great way to warm up. He felt the rottweiler lean over him, the dog's heavy stomach pressing onto his sweaty back, and the dog began to bite at his neck and whisper into his ear. His back arched a little and let out a sigh of enjoyment; "Oh...this is going to be fun..." he said, more to himself than to Garret.

"It always is with you," Garret said, beginning to move a little. He just moved his entire body, more like he was frotting with the bear than pounding him. That was apparently fine with Tony because the bear just moaned even more. It seemed like time passed slowly and finally stopped. He felt his knot press against the bear's hole and he pushed a little, knowing it wouldn't go in with that little pressure. He looked down at the bear and smiled at him, "You ready for the real ride? I'm gonna tie you tonight,"

"Yeah...I've been waiting for this you know," Tony said, talking about both of the actions the dog meant. The fact that the bear was finally going to tie him made him wonder what it would feel like, he had always wanted to know, but the dog told him it would hurt. He wanted it though, the dog said that it meant a lot to him, and he knew that it would mean a lot to him also. Even if they were both horny he wasn't about to let something like this escape him in its importance. He looked back at the rottweiler, "Hey, Garret...promise me you won't stop...I want to feel that knot in me, and you filling me with your load,"

Garret smiled and pushed into the bear, "You don't have to make me promise...even if you beg me to stop I'm going to make you my personal little toy for tonight, because I know you want it,"

Tony chuckled and let out a grunt, the rottweiler giving him the first of what was sure to be the many complete thrusts. Before they both became lost in their lusts he looked back at the rottweiler, "This does mean a lot,"

"Yeah...it does to me too," Garret replied, the last of what would be sweet and romantic words between them. The only thing that would follow would more than likely be incoherent words of pleasure and moans as they got lost in one another. He pulled out of the bear till only the tip was left and then slammed back in, the bear yelling out a bit. He repeated the action and the bear's yells quickly filled with pleasure. As he continued to roughly pound the bear he was constantly begged to go faster. Soon the bed had a rhythm to it as it moved to the same pattern of their bodies. Garret smiled as the bear escaped from his arms, leaning down into the bed, his head buried into the covers as he moaned still. He leaned up and placed a paw on the small of the bear's back, making Tony move further back onto him. His balls slapped against the bear's larger ones as the bear continued to ride along with his thrusts. The scent of the room was quickly becoming nothing more than the smell of two horny furs in the throes of mating, which did nothing but increase their lust. His cock pistioned in and out of the bear's tight hole, his knot continually pounding against the entrance of its soon to be new home.

Tony moaned as he rode on the rottweiler. His cock insistently swung with the force of Garret's thrust as he moved on the cock and made a light slapping sound against his ample stomach. He couldn't say that the dog's treatment wasn't what he loved, though he sometimes wondered if it meant anything about him. He really was the rottweiler's personal toy for the night, and he loved that fact. For lack of the better word, he was the rottweiler's bitch, and those ideas scared him, but his body still loved it. It wasn't too bad in his mind though, he enjoyed being dominated by the rottweiler, to have the large dog using him to get off, and get him off also. Even if he was the bitch, he was the rottweiler's bitch, and Garret always made sure he was enjoying himself too. His mind had slowly accepted the fact of his position, and it began to give him a bit of pleasure, adding onto the fact that he was truly being dominated right now by another male. The fact remained no matter what that if the dog was pounding him or touching him, he'd be moaning and asking for more. That was true no matter what for him. "Please....that's it...yeah, bury that bone," he said and heard Garret growl loudly and begin to abuse his rump.

Time seemed to pass in a blur, both either moaning or making some sort of encouraging wording to the other. At one point it was as though they had only just started, yet at others it was like the sun was already beginning to rise. Garret enjoyed to feel the bear's body with his paws, running them through the back of his boyfriend. The bear was sweating still, and so was he, only adding to the scent of their musk that permeated the room. He let out a weak moans as the smell ran over his nose. That combined with the sound of their sacks slapping against each other made up the music of the room, and Garret listened to the bear's composition closely. With every little thrust, every time the bear would ask him to go faster, every little breath he felt himself getting closer to the climax. After a bit the bear leaned up onto all fours, obviously he was feeling something much stronger than before by how he acted.

Tony grunted and growled, his cock spasming a little. He knew that his climax was on its way, but that it would elude him for awhile longer. The dog's stomach soon leaned onto his back as the rottweiler hugged him from behind. A strong jaw was nipping at his shoulder and he knew where it would soon land. A grunt of pleasure escaped him and Tony felt himself shake again, his cock becoming so much closer to exploding his load all over the bed. The feeling of the dog's cold nose on his shoulder made him shudder and the dog's thrust changed to long and powerful, obviously changing his style. A mating bite made him groan as the dog bit at his shoulder, holding him firmly down. The first thrust felt great and he felt the knot push against his hole and it give way just a bit, but it refused to let the rottweiler in. He grunted in pain, that was just the first bit, and the dog's tangerine sized knot only had one place to go, he realized for the first time what he was in for.

"That's right...you're mine," Garret growled from his bite at the bear's shoulder, Tony shivering under his words. "A big strong sexy bear all mine...now...be a good lard butt and moan for me,"

Tony began to huff, the words weren't exactly so much a command as a way to get him to his climax faster-though he was doing just as the dog said. The dog continued to growl seducing words to him, making him relax a little. The knot was insistently asking for entry into his hole and he tried to relax and let it in. He felt it slip in almost but it didn't go in and he gave a loud grunt; it hurt but it felt great. Any pain was drowned out by the way the rottweiler's cock pounded against his prostate. His body was soon shaking with pleasure, it would only be a few more seconds before his climax, and he wanted the dog to get in him. With a particularly hard thrust he pushed back as much as he could against Garret. His orgasm overcame him at that moment though, just as the knot finally pushed its way into him. His grunt turned into a roar as his hole tightened around that large knot that was now assaulting his hole as the dog lost his own control. The roar hardly lasted though, since there was little air in his lungs, and he just began to gasp and grunt. Tony shook like he was having a spasm as his cock jerked and shot its load across the bed and onto some of his chest.

Garret's hips became a blur as he pumped into the bear with everything he had. Tony roared out as he did and he could tell the bear was cumming, the musk in the air became suddenly intoxicating. Any sounds that escaped him were muffled by his bite on the bear's shoulder with increased greatly as he drooled onto the bear. He felt his balls begin to empty his load, his orgasm shaking him. His thrust became erratic as all he managed to do was shake and jump with the force of what was his most powerful load in ages. Having his knot in another man was amazing, it felt so great to mate another male, to mate someone like the bear. The bear's orgasm faded but Garret didn't let up on his assault because the bear's hole was still coaxing him to give the bear more, and he would've bet that Tony's cock was still leaking too.

Tony moaned loudly and fell down into the bed, his ample load quickly being soaked up into his fur. The dog's bite slowly let up on his shoulder and he could feel it was wet with saliva as the dog had drooled on him. His cock continued to pulse as more of his seed was coaxed from his cock; it felt amazing. It was painful in some respects, but he felt like he was in heaven to have another the dog buried so deeply into him. There was also the fact that the knot was throbbing, and he could only guess how much the rottweiler had shot up his hole, only adding to his moans though. He felt the dog's wet tongue on his head, though the dog wasn't licking him; it was just that Garret was panting. Tony relaxed and let out another sigh.

"Are you OK?" Garret panted. Now that his lust was starting to go away he was a bit more concerned with the bear's well being, though he imagined that if he'd managed to make the bear cum then he was fine.

"More than fine," Tony replied with a laugh, "We've got to do this more often,"

Garret smiled and ground his hips against the bear's rump, "Well, this fine piece of meat it all mine,"

Tony moaned and pushed against the dog, "And that bones all mine right?"

Garret chuckled, "All yours,"

"So...umm...what do we do right now?" Tony asked, it wasn't like they could do much with the dog embedded inside of him.

Garret chuckled and wrapped his arms around the bear, "Well...we can just stay like this...it'll take awhile for my knot to go down..." he said with a sigh. He looked down at Tony, "Hang on...don't move, OK?"

Tony nodded and felt the rottweiler moving a bit. He felt his leg being lifted and helpd the dog out. Soon they were face to face and he smiled at the dog, "You're just full of surprises aren't you?"

"I just wanted to see your face,"

Tony smiled, he was more than fine with that. He leaned into his boyfriend and let out a sigh, "That's nice...so, we just cuddle?"

Garret chuckled and nestled the bear, "Don't pretend you don't love to,"

Tony smiled and relaxed in the rottweiler's arms, this was good. He felt Garret licking his neck and chuckled, "If you keep that up I'm going to make you pay,"

Garret chuckled and ramped up his actions, soon kissing and letting his tongue dance across the bear's skin as he planted his muzzle onto Tony's neck. The bear was laughing lightly, but was still enjoying it. He ran his paws through the bear's fur and enjoyed how close they were. Soon Tony's laughter slowed down and Garret kept on the bear's neck, he was sure by the end of the night the bear would have a hickey. He hugged the bear tighter to him and let out a light growl of affection.

Tony enjoyed the affection from the dog, it was new to him and he hoped it was a sign of what would happen more in the future. It felt great to be so intimately close to the rotty and he was sure that Garret was enjoying it too. The kiss was different, it was just kind and affectionate, the dog didn't do it to make him feel happy, it more felt like the dog did it because he wanted to.

Garret pulled away from the bear's neck and nipped at his ear, "You're really great for a thickskulled lard,"

"You too roughpuppy...though I've had steaks tougher,"

"Oh, but you don't like steak...especially rare steak,"

Tony smiled and kissed the dog on the lips, "There are some meats that I like to be rare. And I only take the prime cuts,"

"Oh, sounds like you struck gold then," Garret growled seducingly to the bear who was nuzzling him.

Tony let out a weak moan and laughed, "I really did,"

Garret chuckled, "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

"Why you asking me like it's over? I don't know about you, but I don't plan to be sleeping for awhile," Tony said.

Garret chuckled, "Give me a bit of time and I'll be good to go again," he said and pressed against the bear. His knot was beginning to go down, but it would be a good ten minutes before he could pull out of his boyfriend. The smell of the room was still intoxicatingly strong with their scents, and that would be enough to get him ramped up again when he was out of the bear. He nipped at his ear, "I was thinking you could return the favor for me,"

Tony smiled, happy at the opportunity the dog was giving him, "That sounds like a plan...but don't expect me to go as easy as you did on me,"

Garret smiled, hoping the bear meant it, "I'll hold you to that lard butt," he said with a heavy growl.