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Gray pulls the blanket over his muzzle, trying to muffle his moans as Deon runs his tongue along his rock hard erection. Over the past few months since Deon came to live with him, they'd gotten several complaints about how loud they were at night.

Deon slowly lowers his muzzle over Gray, moaning softly. He had finally convinced Gray that he really did enjoy sucking, and wasn't doing it out of some sense of duty. He runs his claws down Gray's inner thighs, wagging his tail at Gray's muffled moans.

"Ooooohhhhhh...... Why didn't I listen to you sooner..."

Deon lifts his head from Gray's member. "You were trying to undo what Garrick had done. But this is one of the only things I actually enjoyed doing for him."

"I'm glad there was at least one thing... don't stop..." Gray begs.

Deon squeezes Gray's knot as he takes him into his mouth again. His tongue slowly slides along Gray's length, making him buck a bit.

"You're driving me crazy..."

Deon moves a paw to his own erection and, nearly orgasming, pulls his muzzle off Gray's cock. "I can't wait any longer." He moves up beside Gray on all fours.

Gray smiles and moves behind him, wraps his arms around Deon's chest, and thrusts forward, tieing with him. Deon buries his muzzle in the pillow, trying his best to muffle the sound.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhhhh....."

Gray lets his moans echo around the room, too lost in the feeling to care what the neighbors think. He pumps harder into Deon, trying to make this last as long as possible.

Deon pushes back against Gray. "I'm so close..."

"So am- aaaaaahhhhhhh!" Gray howls as he cums into Deon's ass, some of his fluid leaking out, dripping down Deon's leg.

Deon 's juices spray onto the bed, some getting on his abs. They both collapse, panting. Gray weakly licks Deon's ear. "That was good..."

"Yeah... I'm hungry..."

Gray chuckles. "You're always hungry after sex... At least this time we did it first thing in the morning, so food isn't an issue." He slowly swings his feet over the edge of the bed and stands, walking over to the dresser. He pulls out a pair of boxer- briefs and pulls them on. "What would you like for breakfast?"

Deon stretches out on the bed. "You..."

Gray jumps onto the bed and kisses Deon. "You just had me."

"I know. How 'bout pancakes?"

"Pancakes it is." He gets up and leaves the bedroom as Deon rolls off the bed and grabs the robe hanging on the wall.

Deon relaxes on the couch as Gray makes breakfast, the scent of pancakes filling the apartment.

"I'm hoping I'll get enough money from this job that we can start looking for a house." Gray calls from the kitchen. As a freelance graphic designer, he's been about to make a pretty good living.

"That'd be nice. Then we can make as much noise as we want without anyone complaining." Deon says as he watches TV. "How long do you think this meeting's gonna take?"

"A couple hours, maybe. How's your job hunting going?"

"I have an interview tomorrow. I'm a bit nervous, though. This is the first time since high school that I've gotten a job. Garrick hardly ever let me leave the apartment."

At the mention of Deon's ex, Gray grows. "He's lucky I didn't kill him..."

Deon gets up and enters the kitchen, walking up behind Gray and wrapping his arms around his waist. "Let him live his life. It's can't be all that great. And you saved me from the abuse he put me through. I love you so much."

After removing the pancakes from the skillet and putting them on a plate, Gray turns around in Deon's arms and kisses him. "I love you, too. I just wish I didn't have to wait five years after high school to finally get you."

Deon's stomach growls a bit as he nuzzles into Gray's neck. "How 'bout some food."

Gray laughs. "Ok." They go out into the living room to eat.

As soon as Gray sets down the plate, Deon grabs a pancake and stuffs it in his mouth. Gray pulls the plate away from Deon. "Whoa. Don't just grab 'em and stuff 'em in down your throat. You'll choke. And I won't get any."

Deon's ears droop a bit. "Sowwy..." he says around the pancake.

Gray chuckles. "And don't talk with your mouth full. I know your mom raised you better than that." He returns to the kitchen for a couple forks.

After finishing breakfast, Gray takes a shower while Deon cleans up the dishes. Deon grins evilly as he briefly turns on the hot water, getting a howl from the bathroom in response.

Gray sticks his head out of the bathroom door. "Damn it Deon! Why do you always do that?"

Deon giggles as he walks over to the bathroom. "Because I like making you howl."

Gray glares at him. "There are better ways of making me howl, you know."

Deon smiles. "I know. But cold water is fun."

Gray gets Deon in a headlock and digs his knuckles into his head. "I'll get you, one of these days." He laughs.

Deon squirms out of his grip, laughing. "Hey!"

Gray sticks out his tongue, then disappears back into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, he emerges, completely naked and still a little damp. Deon follows him into the bedroom, sitting on the bed and Gray looks through the closet.

"So, your meeting's at noon?"

"Yeah." Gray pulls out a nice blue suit and lays it on the bed. "Which tie should I wear?"

Deon gets up and opens the top dresser drawer. "Hmmm..." He pulls out a dark crimson tie. "This one." He hands it to Gray, who sets it on the bed next to the suit, then pulls a pair of boxer- briefs from the drawer before closing it.

Gray pulls on his underwear, then steps into his slacks. "I should be home around two. Want to do anything after that?"

Deon shrugs. I dunno. Maybe we can go see a movie or something."

Gray slips his arms into a nice white button-up shirt. "Which movie?"

"I don't know. Why are you always making me decide? I'm over the whole doing whatever I'm told thing."

"Alright, alright. I'll see what movies are playing on my way home." He loops the tie around his neck, fumbling with it. "I swear, I should know how to tie one of these by now..."

Deon gets up and helps him. "You're hopeless, you know that?"

"I know. That's why I have you." He kisses Deon, then shrugs on his jacket. "Alright. I think I'm ready."

"Your fur's still damp."

Gray grabs a briefcase from beside the bed. "It'll dry. It's a nice day, so I'll have the top down. By the time I get there, I'll be fine."

"If you say so." Deon follows Gray out of the bedroom. "Good luck. I hope it goes well."

"Me, too." Gray sets the briefcase down beside the door and wraps his arms around Deon, kissing him lovingly. "I'll see you in a couple hours. Don't get into any trouble."

"I won't." Deon licks his muzzle. "Go before you're late."

Gray smile, grabs his briefcase, and leaves.

After throwing on a pair of shorts, Deon relaxes on the couch, watching TV. He glances at the clock. 1:45. His tail wags a bit in anticipation of Gray's return. As he gets up to make himself something to eat, he hears a knock at the door. Raising an eyebrow, he walks over and opens the door, freezing in sheer terror.

Stand there, his tail swaying menacingly, is Garrick. As Deon tries to close the door, Garrick shoves it open again. "I don't think so. You're not getting away this time. Where's that son of a bitch who broke my ribs?"

Deon back's up, nearly falling over the couch. "H-he's not here. Go away before I call the cops."

Garrick closes the door. "You're not calling anyone." He grabs Deon's wrist and throws him to the ground, forcing him on all fours. "You're coming back with me, whether you like it or not."

Deon struggles against Garrick, but is overpowered. "No! I'm never going back!"

Garrick pulls out a switchblade. "Fine. If you're going to be like that..." He cuts Deon's shorts off, exposing his bare rump, then undoes his own pants, pulling them down far enough to expose his full length. "...I'm going to have some fun with you before I leave."

"No!" Deon struggles even harder, but Garrick tightens his grip on him, shoving himself into Deon's ass. Deon cries out in pain. "Stop! Please!"

Garrick continues thrusting, holding the knife to Deon's throat. "Stop struggling, or I'll slit your throat." He growls into his victim's ear.

Deon whimpers, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Please... don't do this..."

Garrick pumps harder, his knot swelling. "Tell you what, I'll do something for you that I swore I'd never do, just to be nice." Suddenly, with one powerful push, Garrick's knot disappears into Deon, who starts struggling again. He presses the blade harder against Deon's throat. "I said stop struggling! You should be enjoying this."

Deon stops struggling, closing his eyes, begging whatever higher power there is to end this.

After what seems like an eternity, Garrick lets out a howl as he unleashes his fluids into Deon's tail hole. He finally pulls out, cum tinged with a little pink leaking out of Deon, who collapses on the floor.

Garrick pulls his pants back up. "Now, are you coming back with me?"

"No..." Deon sobs. "Never.... again...."

Garrick glares down at his. "Fine. If I can't have you, no one can." He grabs Deon by his neck and slams his head against the wall.

The last thing Deon sees before complete darkness is Garrick looming over him.

After stopping by the movie theater to check show times, Gray heads back to the apartment. He is about a block away when he sees smoke rising over the buildings. His heart races as he slams on the accelerator, flying around the corner, nearly hitting one of at least half a dozen police cars parked on the street in front of the now burning apartment building. Gray jumps out of the car and runs toward the building, but is grabbed by a cop.

"Whoa son. You can't go in there."

Gray struggles against him. "But Deon's in there! I have to save him!"

The cop, a larger wolf, grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him. "Gray, listen to me. The firefighters are doing everything they can to save everyone in there. They'll get Deon."

Gray looks into his father's eyes, tears forming in his eyes. "But what if he's..."

"He's alive. I sure he is."

Just as he says that, a pair of firefighters comes out of the building with a small coyote, burned and unconscious. Gray breaks away from his dad and rushes to the firefighters. "Deon!"

The pair takes Deon to a waiting ambulance. As they lay him down on a stretcher, Gray sees that he's clutching two pictures, one of Deon and his mother, and one of Deon and Gray.

Across the street, out of sight, Garrick watches as Gray climbs into the ambulance with Deon, then turns and walks back toward his apartment.