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'Magic, huh?' Travis thought. Much as he felt compelled to play the skeptic, he had seen first hand that Connor was no joker. The husky had removed a disease from his system entirely with a mere handshake. Not to mention the chemistry between them on their first date, which had been a different kind of magic altogether.

It was now the day after said amazing date. Travis manned the register alone, as was most often the case, at Jesus R Us. Customer after customer, checkout after checkout, he could think of nothing but one beautiful, muscular, sexy, *magical* husky. "Thanks, have a good day."

His current emotional state in it's striking resemblance to rainbow-colored pudding was glaringly obvious to his subordinates. Travis being the manager on duty, he realized that he probably wasn't able to live up to regular standards on this particular day, but he didn't care. He just wanted to see Connor again. Of course, they had already planned to hang out at the husky's apartment that night after work, but...

"Dude. Are you alright?" a younger fox, whom Travis hadn't even noticed, asked from his left. It was his newest coworker Justin, a well-built 17-year-old who had taken to friendship with Travis, though he nor anyone else at the store knew that their assistant manager was actually gay.

Travis flashed a smile, probably more cheery than it should have been, thus raising more suspicion. "Yeah man, I'm great!"

Justin shot him an unbelieving glare and smirked. "If you say so."

There was no telling what he suspected, but it didn't matter. In fact, Travis and Connor hadn't even taken it any farther than first base last night. They had made out at the lake, conversed on the way back to Pasta Garden, and kissed once before parting ways. Travis had also agreed to wait until the second date to hear more about Connor's abilities and the "Night World", as he had called it, though the suspense was killing him. Especially the claim that only those with abilities of their own could feel and see the powers of others. This fact came as both a shock and an explanation of past questions. For example, seeing things that others didn't appear to notice or affecting the world in ways that shouldn't have been possible.

Too much to think about. He sighed, glancing at his watch. 3:40!? He should have left ten minutes ago! "Here, Justin, register's all yours." His face beamed as he jogged briskly to the back of the store and clocked out.

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It had taken about ten minutes to get to Connor's apartment from the store, provided that Travis had actually followed directions properly. He walked up to the door, inexplicably a nervous wreck, and raised his hand to knock.

Suddenly the door swung open. "Hey, sexy," an extremely attractive husky wearing red gym shorts and a plain, tightly flattering white t-shirt spoke deeply, standing in the doorway. He took a step forward and spread his arms, wrapping Travis in his warmth.

Travis felt detached from the world between these arms, like no one would bother them and nothing could go wrong. "Hey," he hugged back. "I found you."

Connor released Travis and turned to walk back inside. "Congratulations. My direction-giving skills suck."

Travis smiled, following the husky into the apartment.

"These are my roommates, Gavin," he gestured toward a vividly orange tiger with defining black stripes, perched on the couch with a Playstation3 controller in hand, "and Kara." The spotted lynx also held a controller, linking her right arm with Gavin's left.

They both detached their attentions from their game long enough for a "Hello, nice to meet you" and a warm smile. Interesting couple.

"This way," Connor didn't miss a beat, leading Travis to a short hallway on the right, and then right again into a doorway. "is my room."

The two walked in. It was a nice room, well-sized with a computer and Xbox 360 connected to a 32-inch LCD. The bed was full-sized; just enough space for something to go down. His closet was open and crammed full of clothes and so was his dresser. A katana rested against the corner beside a longbow and a quiver of arrows. Definitely Travis' kind of room. "You've got it made."

Connor smiled and slipped his furry fingers between Travis', grasping his hand and meeting his eyes. "I sure do." With that, they simultaneously met lips and closed their eyes, sinking into the moment. The husky wrapped his arm around Travis's waist and pulled their hips together; Travis placed his arm over Connor's shoulder and latched on to pull closer, savoring the warmth of his mouth.

The lab thrust his tongue into his partner's mouth, entangling the muscles together. He couldn't help a grunt of pleasure. Then he felt something in Connor's pants pressing against his pubic area, and his own boxers began growing tighter. He reached behind himself and pushed the door closed. It appeared that he was hell-bent on giving this guy his first *everything*. But then again, who wouldn't. I mean, damn.

Pulling back slowly, Connor separated their lips and met eyes with Travis again, taking a few seconds to simply stare, as if in awe. "You are so sexy. So amazing."

Travis blushed. "You stole the words out of my mouth." It was cheesy, but it was the only reply that he had capacity to form at the moment.

Conner grinned, quickly reached forward, and grabbed Travis' shirt. "Well lemme' steal a few more," he growled excitedly, yanking the yellow lab back into his arms by the shirt and reuniting their drying lips. As the two kissed, Connor began taking slow steps backward and pulling Travis with him.

Travis soon realized that they were headed for the bed and felt a distinct knot in both his pants and his stomach. He wanted it so badly, and yet was so nervous to try it. However, one thing was for sure, he wanted this dog to be his first. To that end, he would not stop where this was going. Then suddenly he felt a warm, furry hand slip itself into the bottom of his tight shirt, raising the fabric gradually, inch by inch. Travis was entirely too excited by this; he felt his own cock pressing against Connor's through several cloth barriers.

Finally, Connor broke the kiss and used both hands to lift Travis' shirt off and toss it to the side, revealing the lab's cream-colored torso and the waistband of his black boxers under hole-spotted blue jeans. The husky's tail wagged, tongue hanging from his mouth and a gaping smile. His hands caressed Travis' body, exploring every defined curve of his chest, stomach, arms, and back.

Travis couldn't help but laugh at him; a grown canine acting like a puppy on Christmas morning. But he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He wanted to be the one stripping clothes off his partner.

Finally Connor stood straight and reluctantly removed his hands from the Labrador's body, reaching for the bottom of his own shirt and pulling upward.

'Good timing', Travis thought as he watched the curtain rise on what would probably be the most exciting display of his life. And exciting it was. Connor's body was indescribable, almost too much to take in with two eyes. As Travis had already seen, the husky's arms were massive, but it didn't stop there. His chest was as broad, white, and as muscled as his shoulders, yet appeared to be soft as velvet, and a magnificent eight-pack lined his stomach with bulging veins and a line of thicker fur above and below his belly button. This guy was a sight to behold.

Travis could form no more words. He wanted this beast, and he wanted him now. He took a step forward to close the gap between them and before he could act, Connor had grabbed his arm and pulled him into contact just inches from the bed.

Connor then allowed himself to fall backward, pulling Travis with him to land on the bed. The two began to kiss passionately once again, hands straying up and down each others' bodies, one on top of the other. As they kissed, they slowly repositioned so that Connor's head rested on the pillow.

Travis pulled away from his mouth, grinning and giving him a peck on the cheek. Then he slid his lips toward his neck and kissed him again, much to the pleasure of the throbbing cock within the husky's pants. Travis slowly moved his head even lower onto Connor's chest, licking one nipple while grasping the other with his fingers. This warranted a pleasured moan. He then moved to his stomach, running his fingers across those incredible, veiny abs, between each crevice, kissing his fur slowly all the way down until he reached the gym shorts.

It was evident that Connor knew not to interfere at this point. Travis was treating himself as much as anything. He glided his hand over the slick fabric of the gym shorts, across the waistline, then further down, searching. Travis had already discovered that Connor had a well-sized dick just be grinding against him, but where had he.... Of course. He wrapped his fingers around the huge shaft in the left leg of Connor's shorts, following it to the end, which took longer than expected. Not only was it intimidatingly thick, but it was no shorter than nine inches long. No wonder he'd moved it to the leg, and it was nearly poking out of those!

'Shit, that's gonna hurt', Travis thought, but it didn't matter, he wanted it. Maybe not today, since this was only the first date, but soon. However, for now....

He slowly pulled down the red gym shorts, revealing fluffy white pubic fur. Then he reached the base of the penis, thick as expected and covered in finer, white fur. The fur grew thinner to reveal pink skin as Travis pulled the shorts lower, finally revealing a thick head and releasing the dick from it's prison, making a smacking sound on Connor's lower stomach. The lab yanked the shorts off the rest of the way, past Connor's feet, and tossed them aside. He grabbed the giant husky dick, caressing up and down the shaft, and placed his lips on the head. As he moved his head downward, savoring the taste of his first cock, Connor moaned and shifted. Apparently he was doing a good job? But this was where that gag reflex would come into play.

He remembered how that reflex had always gotten in the way. He had once gagged while brushing his tongue, and always managed to do so on trips to the dentist, until the dental assistant had taught him a trick. Afterward, no more trouble gagging. This would come in handy and hopefully make him a slightly-less-shameful gay in general.

Travis licked the head inside his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue. He could tell Connor was struggling not to thrust, which was helping considerably. Now it was time. He began to inhale slowly, pushing his head further down the veiny shaft. After a second or two, he pulled back and exhaled. Then he went down again, this time taking in a little more than half of the cock. Finally, he settled his breathing and went for the final plunge, thrusting his head downward to the base, his nose buried in soft pubic fur. The tip was touching the back of his throat, which hurt a bit, but as long as he kept inhaling, he wouldn't gag.

Connor moaned, making no attempt to muffle the sounds for his roommates.

Travis felt the head of the husky cock throbbing in the back of his throat. When his lungs were full and he could inhale no more, he finally pulled back and exhaled, taking a few seconds to catch his breath.

"And you've never done that before?" Connor raised an eyebrow, looking down at the yellow lab. He sat up, grabbed Travis gently by the back of the head, and planted a kiss on the dog's wet lips. Connor ran his hands down Travis' toned body, stopping for a second or two to tweak a nipple and moving on, lower. He fingered his abs and pubic area, then slipped his fingers into the Labrador's jeans.

Travis felt fingers wrap around his dick and became weak at the knees, but Connor pushed forward to support his weight in their upright positions. The passionate kiss continued as they each teased the other's cock, exchanging grunts and moans and savoring the moment. It was perfect.

Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering came from outside the room. Maybe in the living room? It had sounded like a window. "Hey!" a panicked male voice yelled, "Get the hell out!" It sounded like Gavin.

Connor grabbed Travis' arms, moved him to the side, and jumped off of the bed, quickly pulling his gym shorts back on.

Then, a loud crash, an indescribable noise which sounded somewhat similar to a miniature jet engine igniting, and a deep "thud" against the far wall.

"Travis, stay in here, okay?" Connor pleaded, flinging the bedroom door open and dashing out in nothing but his gym shorts.

Of course, Travis would do no such thing. Whatever was going on, he wanted to help with. He followed Connor out the door without the husky noticing, glancing into the living room. He had but an instant to take in the sight: Gavin and Kara either dead or unconscious against two different walls, a wrecked coffee table, and a black-cloaked figure, face shrouded in an overhanging hood.

Before Travis remembered he was there, Connor growled and dashed toward the figure, hand to the side.

Then something caught Travis' eye. Something was in Connor's hand. In both of his hands. Was it....

Ice?

In less than an instant, Connor's hands flew up in the direction of the cloaked entity and the ice from his hands expanded in a cold mist, rushing through the air as if propelled by a blizzard, and instantaneously covering everything on the front side of the room in frost.

Silence, and finally the mist cleared. The mysterious figure should have been frozen solid by that, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Dammit!" Connor roared.

Travis couldn't move. What had just... Suddenly he felt something nudge his hand. He jerked his head around to see the black figure standing behind him, but before he could move to escape, it had thrown it's forearm around his neck to restrain him. Travis noticed the figure's claws protruding from underneath the sleeve of the cloak. Canine claws. This thing was just a regular dog. He struggled to move, but this mere dog proved to be a strong one.

"Travis!" Connor yelled in desperation, noticing the situation.

The canine under the cloak laughed with a deeper voice than Travis had expected. The figure withdrew a small dagger from within its sleeve. "Move, and your boyfriend chokes on blood."