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So here is part 2. I tried slowing it down some, but it might not have been enough, you will have to tell me in the comments... But comment on other things too, like needed areas of improvment and stuff... well whatever, you can read now if you want... ENJOY

Sunlight shown down on the bed through the sliver of exposed window. The alarm clock lay forgotten and the covers lay at the foot of the bed in a heap. The sun finally got into the perfect position to shoot its rays into the eyes of the still sleeping bear. The light was gentle but it was enough to bring Dean into the world of the conscious. But just because he was awake didn't mean he was 'awake'. He closed his eyes tighter and shifted so the sun was no longer in them. As soon as he was comfortable again he let out a content sigh and pulled his pillow closer to him.

Everything was right with the world, until his pillow let out a content sigh of its own. Frowning but not yet ready to open his eyes he nuzzled his 'pillow'. That's when he noticed a few things, his 'pillow' was large, warm, furry, and holding him back. Dean opened his eyes as a warm breath rolled across his face.

Vance's nose was less than an inch away from Dean's. The wolf's paws were tucked into the elastic of the bear's briefs, which was the only thing the bear was wearing unlike the wolf who was completely naked. Like lightning, last night jolted through his mind causing his body to physically twitch.

"Oh my god," He whispered to himself, he had almost been hoping it had just been some crazy dream, but the evidence lay asleep in his arms. The light glared into his eyes again and a second jolt shot through his body as he realized;

"OH MY GOD, I AM SO LATE!" He yelled right next to Vance's ear causing the wolf to jerk awake and fall off of the small bed. He watched in a daze from the floor as Dean sprinted around the bedroom throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt from a dirty pile of clothes, not caring what they were as long as they were clothes. Without wasting a second he ran into the other room where he continued the mad race against time that he had most likely already lost.

"What? You're not even going to buy me breakfast?" Ven joked and lazily wagged his tail as he watched the bear hunt for his phone from the doorway.

"Sorry, you can eat whatever's in the fridge, I'll be back in a few hours then we will go move your stuff over here." Dean said as he rapidly tied his shoes.

"That, my friend, sounds like a plan." Ven replied cheerily.

"Great, see you in a bit, bye!" Called the bear, not waiting for a response as the door shut behind him.

***

"21 MISSED CALLS?! GOD DAMN IT, I AM SO SCREWED!" Yelled the bear, slamming his phone shut as he sprinted the three blocks to the hospital, earning him several uneasy stares from other passerby's. He ran through the doors, past Spencer, ducked past Alan, up the stairs, and into the locker rooms. He changed into his dark blue scrubs with lightning speed. Charging out of the locker room he got to the nurses' station where he got his caseload for the day. Then he caught something out of the corner of his eye, two large bull horns. The owner's face was buried in a chart but only one bull as large as that worked in the hospital. Thinking fast, Dean ducked into the closest patient's room, where he proceeded to sink to the floor gasping for air.

"Dean?!" Dean looked up to see spencer looking down at him.

"Spencer?!"

"Fantastic hiding place, dude, you do realize Alan is coming here, right?!"

"Fuck me!" Dean cursed and smacked his own forehead with the palm of his paw.

"Under the bed, UNDER THE BED!" Spencer yelled.

Dean mustered the last of his strength to roll under the bed, just as the door opened and Alan's hooves clopped across the floor.

"Ahh, Dr. Hastings and Mr. McGillan, How are you two today?" Alan greeted in a professional tone.

"I'm fine sir but Mr. McGillan has been showing an increased blood pressure and he has been experiencing slight hallucinations."

"Hallucinations that's odd..." The bull said lost in thought.

"There's a monster under my bed!" shouted Mr.McGillan suddenly as if he was just awoken from a nightmare.

"Really?" Laughed the bull with a condescending tone, as he took a few steps closer to the bed. Dean froze expecting the bull to check for the patient, but he didn't look under, instead he just leaned closer to Spencer to talk about the recommended treatment. Five minutes passed before the bull finally left the room but before the door could close he leaned back in.

"Hey, I was just about to go get some lunch, want to tag along?"

"No sir, I've got a lot of work to do. I'm probably going to end up working through lunch." Spencer explained.

"That's too bad, well I will see you later, I guess." And with a quick smile the bull was gone.

After a few seconds past and they were sure the coast was clear Dean rolled from underneath the bed. The bear sat on the ground for a minute while he waited to catch his breath before saying;

"Holy crap, that was close." He gasped.

"You can't hide from him forever." Spencer said with his eyebrows raised.

"I don't have to I'm going to die at some point." Dean joked, "But that's not the problem here."

"Oh? Then what is?"

"Alan was nice to you and the planet didn't implode."

Spencer chuckled, "Dude, you're the only one Alan has ever yelled at."

"What? Why me?"

"I don't know maybe you just have one of those faces." But before either of them could begin to ponder the topic Mr. McGillan woke up again.

"THE MONSTER IS BACK! HELP, HELP; HE IS STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO ME!"

"Shut up, someone will hear you." Dean said waving his arms around.

"NOW HE'S TRYING TO SHUT ME UP!" The patient screamed, he was starting to hyperventilate.

Before the bear could respond or calm him down Spencer grabbed the back of his scrubs and pulled him into the room next door, which was empty. They could still hear the patient next door only now he was screaming about how tacos were conspiring against him. The two looked at each other and couldn't stifle their laughter. They hung out in the room for a few minutes just talking when Vance suddenly wrinkled his nose.

"Ugh, what's that smell?" He asked sniffing around the room. Dean took a whiff and mentally smacked his forehead. He hadn't showered this morning so his fur was still plagued with the smells of last nights 'encounter'.

"Dude, do you smell like... like... sex?" The fox said frowning, and sniffed a few more times, just to make sure.

Dean said nothing, the fox didn't seem like the type that would care if Dean was gay or not but that doesn't mean the bear was ready for him to know. Dean's preferences are such a small piece of who he is and he felt like if Spencer were to know it would completely rewrite how the fox thought of him, it shouldn't but unfortunately that's what almost always happens.

"So... you finally got laid and you didn't even need my help!" Laughed Spencer as he clapped the Bear on the back.

"Help? That's what you're calling it now?" Joked Dean with a fake laugh, he almost wanted the fox to guess on his own but he realized it was a long shot considering there was practically no evidence to even hint of the bear's preferences.

"Hey, those were some good girls I set you up with." Spencer said acting offended.

"They weren't really my type." Dean said turning up his nose.

Spencer perked up his ears, "What is your type?"

"Umm..." But before the bear could say anything the fox interrupted him.

"Hang on! Don't answer, I'll just have to meet her, How does next Saturday sound?"

"Umm, that's not a good-"Dean started before he was cut off again.

"Nope, it's already been decided. Next Saturday, you, your girl, my girl, and I are going out to dinner. It will be a double date." He shouted waving his arms around, then he turned and ran from the room without giving Dean a chance to say no.

Dean flopped back down onto the bed, "Crap..." He moaned. Once again his life has taken a turn for the worse. Honestly he should have been getting used to it by now. And apparently that wasn,t the only twist life had in store for him, as he forced himself to his feet and out the door a paw grabbed the back of his scrubs,

"Ahh, Dr. Andrews, I've been looking for you." Alan said with a dark chuckle.

***

Vance watched the door close and let out a long sigh as it did. He riffled through the last few days in his head. The two of them had moved fast... very fast. But he liked the bear, he felt more comfortable around the bear than most of his friends. Vance's thoughts were interrupted by the smells of last night, they weren't necessarily bad smells, the wolf had taken a shower right before 'it' happened, but he decided to take another one anyway.

The water was warm and mind numbing, Ven allowed his mind to go onto auto-pilot as the water swept him away. A half hour later Vance was standing in the middle of the apartment wondering what he was going to wear. The only clothes he had was his police uniform, and that was still covered with blood. The wolf slipped into some of the bear's clothes, figuring he had no other choice. They were about two sizes too big for him, but all that did was make them look baggy. Now fully clothed, he looked around the apartment. The bear's single life had not been good to it; there were piles of dirty clothes and garbage everywhere. The wolf considered just getting out of the apartment but then he realized he had nowhere to go, he still had a week of paid vacation from his job, all his friends would be working, and his family lived far away.

Ven let out another sigh as he decided to finish the job Dean had started the night before. Cleaning wasn't one of his favorite things to do, he wasn't a clean freak or anything, he just liked to keep himself busy. The wolf managed to waste two hours cleaning the apartment, and when it was done he collapsed down onto the couch and flipped on the TV, without thinking. Every hair on the wolf body stood on end when the sound of static filled the room, he couldn't turn the TV off fast enough. He vaguely remembered Dean mentioning the TV but he hadn't remembered in time to stop himself. Vance let out another moan when silence filled the room once more. He needed to get out or he would lose his mind. The wolf grabbed a black and gray hoodie from the bear's closet and slipped out the door, leaving without his crutches. His hip hadn't bothered him at all so they wouldn't have done much good.

He deliberated going to a local gym but considering the fact he was shot a few days ago it probably wouldn't be a good call. Instead he decided to go see if he could meet Dean for lunch. Outside, the air was cold and frigid, so it was a relief when the wolf entered the warm hospital. A nurse behind the front desk greeted him without even looking up,

"Hello, welcome to Frankton hospital, how can I help you?" She said with a slight downcast tone.

"Umm, I'm looking for a doctor..." Vance said unsurely, when he realized he had no idea how to get a hold of Dean.

The nurse paused then looked up at the wolf with raised eyebrows"...Well you've come to the right place," she said with a touch of sarcasm, "We've got an open room right now, if you would please follow me." The nurse turned and started walking down a hallway, Ven followed as he tried to explain,

"Here's the thing, I don't need a doctor, I'm only-"

"Here we are," Said the nurse, cutting off whatever he was about to say, "A doctor will be in to see you shortly." And without another word she turned and left the room, leaving Vance to himself. The room was warm, warmer than the entry way so Vance slipped out of the bear's hoodie and draped it over a chair. He probably should have left but he couldn't help but hope his doctor would be Dean. He had no such luck, instead an artic fox walked in,

"Hello I'm Dr. Hastings, what would the problem be?"

"Honestly I don't know what I'm doing here; I came hoping for a specific doctor." Vance replied sheepishly.

"What? I'm not good enough?" The doctor said laughing.

"No, it's not that, the doctor is my friend and I was hoping to meet him for lunch."

"Hmm, well everyone here is totally swamped and I'm sure your friend is no exception."

"Dang," The wolf spat, Dr. Hastings looked over his schedule,

"Hmm, well it looks like I will be able to fit a lunch in after all, care to join me?"

"You? Dr. Hastings I-"

"Whoa hold up, Call me Spencer, I hate it when my friends call me that, It makes me feel sooo old, now are you coming or what?"

"Friends? Umm, I-" Everything was happening so fast, Vance was struggling to keep up.

"Dude, you can eat alone or with me it's your choice."

After a second of consideration, "... Fine, give me a sec." Vance replied as he slipped back into his coat, and turned back to face Spencer to see him staring at the hoodie in a trance like state, "Something up?"

Spencer snapped out of it and examined the wolf a little more carefully, "It's nothing, it's just a friend of mine has that same sweatshirt... He wears it every day, except for today... What did you say your name was again?"

"Vance Embers," Frowned the wolf, he was a little surprised at Spencer's sudden change in tone.

Spencer realized how he must have sounded, "Sorry, enough about your coat, how about some sandwiches?"

"...Sounds good,"

***

The Deli was practically empty; the two of them walked over, ordered, turned around, and found themselves face to face with;

"Alan!" They said at the same time.

"Hello, Dr. Hastings, I thought you couldn't make it down."

"So did I, but a spot in my busy schedule opened up." The wolf replied shrugging his shoulders.

"Hmm, Shame, I just finished." Then he turned his attention towards Vance, "What are you doing back here? I didn't mess up, did I?"

"No, sir."

"It wasn't that bear was it?" Alan snorted, as if the bull didn't even like mentioning Dean.

"N-no, I just came back for the sandwiches." Ven chuckled nervously.

Alan smiled, "Hmm, well they are pretty great sandwiches, aren't they?" Then he turned and walked away, "Have a good one!" He called back.

Their meal came and they ate in silence for a while, each of the just savoring the food. The wolf was much quicker in eating than Spencer; he was throwing away the wrapper before the fox had even started on his second half. But Spencer didn't seem interested in finishing; instead he turned his attention toward Vance.

"So, this 'bear', he wouldn't happen to be Dea-"Before the fox could finish his pager went off, "Dang it, I have to run. It was good to meet you Vance Embers, I have a feeling we will meet again."

"It was good to meet you too..." Vance replied, trying not to sound too off put by his words, "Bye!"

Ven let out a long sigh; this had turned out to be way more stressful than he originally anticipated. Gathering the last of his strength he retreated back to the apartment, through the cold and fresh snow. He managed to make inside to the couch where he proceeded to fall into sleep.

***

Dean, on the other hand, was far from sleep. Alan was pissed but after the months of speeches they were getting repetitive. They all tended to follow the same pattern; he would start by falsely complimenting the bear, link the mistake to death of a patient, and then end by openly insulting him. For example this time it had been;

"Thank god, this morning I was stressing over just who I could count on to be 3 hours late today, once again you've made me proud. Wanna know who else you've made proud? Every single one of your patients, whose lives you put in danger. DON'T DO IT AGAIN YOU GODFORESAKEN ASSHOLE."

Dean managed to brush it off and continue with his day. He checked his patients, worked through his caseload, then went down and worked in the free clinic. He was to the point where he just let his mind go wherever and his body knew what it had to do without him thinking about it. So while his body was prescribing medication, his mind wandered back to his past. His dad was training him for baseball; Dean had no interest in the sport but doing it ment a lot to his old man. The practices consisted mostly of Dean running laps while John screamed at him to go faster. He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't hear himself being approached,

"Dean, hey Dean... you in there?" Dean looked up to see Spencer giving him a weird look.

"Oh, hey man what's up?" Dean said rubbing his eyes.

"Well our shift is over, I was about to head home, I don't know what you were doing."

"I was... thinking." Dean replied frowning

Spencer chuckled, "Careful not to hurt yourself."

"Shut up, jerk." Dean laughed as he stood up. He gathered his stuff and turned to walk out the door when the fox's gaze stopped him. It was odd and it eerily reminded him of the look Vance had given him right after he had come out to the wolf. It seemed as if Spencer was looking at him for the first time and Dean hated it. "What!" He snarled.

"Whoawhoawhoa, dude relax I was just thinking." The fox said, putting his arms up defensively.

"About what?" The bear said still feeling a bit wary.

"I don't know, just stuff, what's your problem?"

Dean calmed down and sighed, "... Nothing, I think I'm just tired, I didn't sleep much last night."

"I bet you didn't," Spencer laughed with a mischievous smile on his face, "Well, we better get moving."

The way he smiled unnerved Dean but he pushed it to the back of his mind long enough to accompany Spencer to the locker rooms where they changed into their streets in silence. That is where they parted ways; Dean started the walk home while Spencer went to his car. It was snowing again but the cold had never bothered Dean, in fact he liked the cold more than most furs. Snow was the best part about this area to the bear, just the way it is so peaceful and calm even when his life isn't. He walked slowly through the snow, about half way he stopped and gave a dollar to Frank, Frank mumbled thanks and Dean continued his journey.

5 minutes later Dean stood at his door, and with one last breath of the crisp winter air he slipped inside. Vance was asleep; face down on the couch, the position was causing him to snore... loudly. The bear chucked lightly and gently nudged him awake. Vance snorted abruptly, rolled off the couch, sat up, and wiped the drool from the side of his face.

"You have no idea how sexy that was." Dean laughed as the wolf struggled to wake himself up.

"Shut up, you weren't much better this morning." He laughed back.

"Hey, at least I didn't wake up on the floor twice in one day." Dean countered.

"It's not my fault you suck at waking people up."

Dean put his arms up in defeat, "Well, I'll try again tomorrow morning, but now we should get your stuff so I can get my clothes back."

"You can have them, they aren't my style." He shot back, sticking his tongue out at the bear.

"Oh? What is your style? Sweater vests, suspenders, and bow ties?" Dean asked with a grin covering his face.

"You'll see."

"Ready to go now?"

"Yep, all set." Vance said as he hopped up and followed Dean out the door. They wandered down to the apartment's garage where Dean's car sat, unused for months.

"Hope it still works..." The bear muttered. He put the key in and the car sputtered to life, he saw Vance was hesitating to get in, "I'm sure it will be fine." He tried to assure the wolf, but before he could finish the car died.

"You were saying?" Ven said skeptically.

"Give it a second." He said as he forced it to life again, this time it held. He let it run for a while to make sure it was good, and then they set out. Stan's apartment was about an hour away and the ride went mostly in silence. The quiet was only broken by Vance's directions. When they arrived, they had gone to the 'upside' of town. Stan's apartment was on the top floor and it was three times the size of Dean's.

Dean gazed around the suite without stepping all the way in, almost afraid he would somehow mess it up, "Holy crap."

"Yeah, it's pretty fancy..." The wolf muttered as he began collecting things from around the room. Dean stood at the doorway and watched, unsure whether he should help or not. It didn't take that long, everything could fit into the box that he had got from the hospital.

"Hmm, not a lot of stuff." Dean noted, thinking out loud, as they walked back to the car.

"Well I haven't been living here that long, I'm fresh out my parent's basement," He explained as he sat down in the car with a huff, "Stan was so nice, he took me in when he found out I was practically sleeping down at the station."

"You want to talk about it?" Asked the bear as he turned out onto the street.

The wolf turned and raised an eye brow, "No thanks, I don't need a psychiatrist."

"Well then don't talk to me as your psychiatrist, talk to me as your... uhh... Friend?" Dean said, unsure of what to call their relationship.

"Sounds like we got more to talk about than just my feelings." He said with a half-hearted chuckle. Dean only managed to let out a sigh, his brain was going 100mph. he wasn't sure if he wanted a relationship, if his parents found out it would not go well, but he really liked Vance. All the turmoil in his mind was silenced by the wolf's soft voice, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"Bout' what?"

"Nothing important..." He sighed, "What do you think about... us?" He asked, causing his face to turn a light shade of red.

"Umm, I don't know... last night was... fun, but it doesn't have to go anywhere if you don't want." Silence filled the car and a few minutes past before Dean answered,

"I... I think we could be a couple, I-I mean, if you want." He stuttered and tried to hide his face as it turned a deeper shade of red.

"I think I'd like that." The wolf replied giddily. They had both got the answers they had been hoping for but neither wanted the other to see how happy it made them. A while past before Ven looked over at Dean and found he couldn't stop a smile from spreading over his a face. The bear had a firm grip on his thumb with his teeth and was obviously having a hard time focusing as he turned into his parking lot. He shut off the car and looked to the wolf, seeing the wolf's stare, a look of confusion spread over his face.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Why are you smiling?" Asked Dean as he leaned a bit closer.

"Do I need a reason?" Vance asked back as he leaned a bit closer too.

"Yes... yes, you do." Dean whispered; now close enough to feel Ven's breath on his face.

"Well... looks like I'm fresh out of excuses." He mumbled, smelling the bear's sweet breath.

"I'll just a have to give you one then... won't I?" Dean muttered almost inaudibly.

"It shouldn't be-"But the wolf was interrupted by Dean's tongue. Vance moaned into the kiss, he felt Dean's tongue massage his own. Ven put his paw on the back of the bear's neck and pulled him deeper into it, increasing the lust. Dean cocked his head a little changing the angle enough to where they had more access to the others muzzle. Ven broke the kiss and licked along Dean's neck and jawline making him whimper in pleasure. Time held no meaning but when they finally stopped it was dark out.

"Wanna take this upstairs?" Growled Dean with enough lust in his voice to seduce a small city, within seconds he was fumbling with the lock to is apartment. Vance walked in first and set his box on the ground, while Dean stared at the wolf's ass and closed the door. "Hey Vance," He waited till he had turned around before moving in.

"Wha-"Was all he could get out before Dean stuffed his tongue, back into his maw, "Can't I finish one sente-" Dean silenced him with another kiss as he backed him up into a wall causing him to let out a grunt without breaking the wrestling match between their tongues. Vance felt the bear's muscles against his chest; he felt them flex as the lust enveloped him. He felt the bear's arms wrap around him and guide him to the sofa. Vance undid Dean's scrubs and pushed him down into a sitting position. But before he could wonder why the wolf dropped to his knees and licked the length of his member forcing him to gasp deeply. Vance then squeezed the bear's balls while wrapping his muzzle around his cock.

Dean moaned and grabbed the back of Vance's neck as he pushed it in a little. Vance pulled on his balls again causing another gasp to escape the bear. The wolf released his grip on his orbs and let his paws migrate up and under Dean's shirt, where he ruffled his snow white fur on his belly. Ven moved further in-between his legs and swallowed around his meat, deep throating it. Then Dean pushed him off,

"This is great but we're wearing too many clothes." He gasped, trying to catch his breath. Vance was gasping too, but he hadn't wanted to stop. Grumbling over the inconvenience, he got up, threw his shirt off and began fumbling with his pants. But he was shaking too much with anticipation, and his zipper kept getting stuck.

"Curse you pants!" He began spazzing out trying to rip the pants off of himself, he probably would have had a breakdown had two muscular arms wrapped around him from behind ceasing all his movements, "Your pants are evil!"

"You need to calm down, I'm not going anywhere." Dean whispered gently into his ear, causing the wolf to melt into his arms. The bear then, undid his pants for him, "See, that wasn't so hard."

"What's that hard thing I'm feeling right now?"

"Take it as a compliment." He growled lowly into his ear causing him to shiver. Vance turned around in Deans arms so that he was facing him.

"Take off your shirt and lay down on the couch." He growled back. Dean chuckled at the wolf's sudden mood swing but followed his instructions anyway. Ven sat down on top of him so that he was straddling Dean's stomach. He lightly kissed the bear on the lips, and then kissed him under his chin; he kept lightly kissing him and moving down until he was straddling his legs. The wolf then planted his muzzle right bellow Dean's navel, and just inhaled his musk. Then he took his entire member into his maw earning him a groan of satisfaction, but it quickly turned into a whimper as he pulled off, purposefully leaving a lot of saliva on his cock. He then positioned himself above the bear's dick, Dean let out another groan as Ven lowered down out his cock.

"H-h-holy crap." He stuttered as Ven increased his pace grunting every time his meat rubbed his prostate. Vance was getting close but he fought it off, not wanting this to end. But the bear wasn't going to let it happen, he grabbed Vance and pulled him as close as possible, shoving his member in as far as it could go which sent them both over the edge. Vance's ass clenched around his meat as they both released at the same time, Vance's mess landed on his stomach. While Dean's filled the wolf's ass, some leaked back out down his shaft.

They just lay there for a few minutes in silence, enjoying the afterglow. After a while Dean rolled to his side and pushed himself back into the sofa, then Ven pushed himself back into the bear, feeling his warmth radiate into him. Dean wrapped his legs around Vance's, further enveloping the wolf.

Vance could still feel Dean's meat inside him, though it was retracting. He pushed back further, not wanting it to leave him but before it could he found his eyes growing heavy and it wasn't long before he was fast asleep. Dean herd Ven's soft snores, and chuckled lightly at the perfectness of the moment. But soon he felt sleep start to take him too, not wanting a repeat of this morning, he set the alarm on his watch. Then he inhaled the wolf's sent and drifted off to sleep.