The Coming of the Warmth
This story opens in a cold, parking lot just outside of Computer Exchange. Every day after Kobalt left work that week, there had been a black wolverine with his hood up smoking a cigarette leaning against the glass of the double door right outside Computer Exchange. When he left work each day, Kobalt would look at this wolverine, who would keep his head down and his hood up. He just couldn't shake the feeling that this wolverine wasn't waiting at a new meeting place he and a friend had found. This wolverine had not been outside the shop today, though.
Kobalt Mayko was a cute fox of sixteen, with electric blue fur and a white belly and paws. He was a very skinny fur, for his age and didn't eat much. He didn't have a driver's license, and had recently gotten himself the job at Computer Exchange. He had been interested in and very good with computers since he was a kid, and had always wanted to work at a computer shop. Luckily, Computer Exchange had just opened about twelve months ago, and it was the first place Kobalt applied at.
Kobalt had just said good-bye to his boyfriend Syrian and was walking around the back of the strip mall that the shop was in.
Syrian Whiteclaw was a white, muscular wolf from the soccer team at the local high school. He was very good at playing, but hadn't the talent to make the Varsity team. He met Kobalt in their freshman year, and they quickly became friends. It was shortly after that Syrian wanted more than just a friend.
~Kobalt's house, freshman year. New Year's Eve~
Syrian met Kobalt at a cast party for the school's yearly drama production. Syrian thought that Kobalt had a very sexy ass, was very kind person, and was very good with computers. Syrian, being gay and having the world's best gay-dar, could sense that Kobalt had checked him out a couple of times.
Kobalt and Syrian were playing Halo 2 on Kobalt's XboX, which is something Kobalt did every year. Invite a friend over to play Halo, run downstairs at midnight, and watch the ball in Time's Square drop. This year though, Syrian had been trying to keep Kobalt's parents on opposite floors of the house as long as he could. It was 11:58. It was time to make hiss move.
"Kobalt, have you ever felt different than everyone else?"
They were waiting for the big kick-ass Flood level to load. Luckily, Kobalt hadn't gotten an XboX 360 yet, so the load time was longer than usual, giving Syrian as much time as he needed.
"Whaddyou mean?"
"Well... I've always..." he paused. "I think it's better if I just show you." He put his hand on Kobalt's thigh and planted a full kiss on Kobalt's muzzle. Kobalt was surprised, but judging from the fact that Kobalt started kissing back, Syrian had made a good move.
And then he pulled away as the grandfather clock struck 12:00 Midnight.
"Have you ever felt different like that?"
"I've felt different my whole life, Syrian." And he sunk another long kiss onto Syrian's lips. For the first time in his life, Kobalt didn't run downstairs to watch the ball drop in Time's Square on New Year's Eve. And for the first time in his life, Kobalt felt the love of a lover.
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Kobalt shivered and zipped up his light jacket. Usually, Kobalt would take the street back to his house, but he wanted to get home today. It was Friday, which meant that there was a GrifBall tournament among his Halo 3 XboX Live clan happening at 9:30. He stepped off of the asphalt of the delivery lot and onto the grass by the small wooded area that he and Syrian had played in since childhood, which they called The Black Forest. Kobalt took the familiar route he usually took during the day after shopping or something. But he had never been in the forest so late, and it was getting dark. After about ten minutes of walking, he walked by the weeping willow tree growing out of Brighton Creek, and he heard a twig snap behind him. He whipped around. Nothing. Kobalt was starting to get nervous. The wolverine hadn't been at his new place today, and Kobalt was hearing things in the forest. He continued walking. He heard another twig snap behind him. He turned around again.
Suddenly, Kobalt felt two powerful arms wrap around him so he couldn't move. Then there was a most terrible stabbing pain in his right shoulder. He opened his mouth wide, but no scream came out.
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Syrian was walking to Kobalt's house after buying an XboX 360 memory card for his and Kobalt's use. The two of them found it bothersome to recover your GamerTag twice if you wanted to use it at your friend's house. He was walking across the parking lot of the strip mall, taking the same route Kobalt had taken just a few minutes ago. He walked off of the asphalt and onto the grass. After about ten minutes of walking towards the weeping willow by the creek, he saw something up ahead that made a bucket of ice cascade into his stomach.
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Kobalt could move nothing but his head. He turned it down to look at his shoulder and felt his cheek brush up against the wolverine's. The wolverine's teeth were sunk bone-deep into his shoulder, and the wolverine began to drink. Kobalt could do nothing but go limp in pain. His mind was beginning to distort from the pain and loss of blood. His brain was beginning to go crazy with the pain. He lost feeling of his entire right arm and he didn't feel the teeth anymore. He had lost control of his body and his reflexes took completely over, and he did what he always did when a fuzzy head was on his shoulder. He began to kiss the wolverine's cheek, and started to rub his foot against the wolverine's. He was just about to loose consciousness, which he did.
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Syrian's mouth dropped open. His love was kissing the cheek of someone who was drinking his blood.
Syrian simply stood there staring. He dropped his GameStop bag. When the wolverine heard this he unclenched his jaw from Kobalt's shoulder and looked up, blood dripping from his mouth. He then quickly dropped Kobalt and ran, before Syrian could examine his features too well.
Kobalt sank to the ground, his hoodie and shirt torn by the evil teeth. They were shiny and shredded, soaking with blood. Syrian began to stumble towards Kobalt, reaching his arms out toward his love, lying bloodstained on the ground. Syrian picked up Kobalt and propped his elbow on his leg to support the limp body in his hands.
"Kobalt... Kobalt!" Syrian felt tears starting to mat the fur under his eyes. Kobalt's head just hung and rolled, his body lying limp in his boyfriend's arms.
"Kobalt... wake up..." Syrian began crying heavily now, tears rolling off of his fur and onto Kobalt's chest. Syrian picked his love up and started running as fast as he could in whatever direction he was facing. Luckily, Kobalt had about five percent body fat and weighed 120 pounds. Syrian was running as fast as his wolfy legs could carry him.
He ran faster and further than he had ever run before. He ran for a full ten minutes before coming to a halt at a small logged cabin that he had never seen before. He ran up the front step with Kobalt still in his arms, and he banged on the door.
"Help! Please, HELP!"
He heard the sound of bare paws inside and then the door swung open. An old, kind looking cat was standing in the doorway. She had long, gray fur. She had a kind face, with thin white hair at her nose. She had glasses with a beaded chain dangling seated on the tip of her nose and, at the current moment, a very worried look. Then she saw Kobalt.
"Oh my goodness...! Quickly, bring him inside!"
"Oh God, thank you ma'am!"
"Quick, bring him upstairs." She began to ascend the stairs with Syrian following her. She turned into a small room with a bed in it that looked as if it hadn't been sat on in years. "Lay him down here."
"Can you help him, ma'am?"
"Yes, I can. What happened?"
"He was attacked by a wolverine a ways out in this forest. It was lucky for him I decided to follow him home.
"Here, take this. You look cold," she said, tossing him a blanket from the top of the dresser next to the bed. "Can you take off his jacket and shirt?" she asked, while she opened the medicine cabinet to retrieve a long bandage and some medicines to reduce the bleeding and pain, for when he woke up.
Syrian walked over and sad down, pulling Kobalt close to him. He leaned Kobalt's head on his chest, and began removing his torn clothing. After pulling it completely off, he held Kobalt's shirt in his hand. Blood was dripping from the shirt like it had been soaked in it for several minutes. He tossed it onto the floor. Luckily, it was hardwood. Syrian held Kobalt, quietly crying into his shoulder.
"If you want to make yourself useful, take off his pants, fold them up, and rest his shoulder on them."
Syrian removed Kobalt's jeans, revealing his tight low-rise briefs. He folded the pants and put them underneath Kobalt's shoulder. It wasn't long until they became stained with blood too.
The woman then turned around from the medicine cabinet. "Please if you can, sit down," she said, pointing to a small easy chair in the corner of the small room. Syrian walked over and sat, resting his face in his paws, silently crying. It was only then that he realized that his hands and hoodie were covered with his love's blood.
It was several minutes before the cat stood up and said, "He'll be fine. He will probably wake up in a few hours."
Syrian stood up and sniffed loudly, wiping his eyes and said, "Thank you so much ma'am... you have no idea how much this means to me... I'm Syrian, by the way." He extended his paw.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Syrian, I'm Dr. Finitevus. And your friend's name is...?"
"Uh... Kobalt."
"Well, you and Kobalt are welcome here as long as you like. The bathroom is right down the hall, if you want to go wash up. I'll be downstairs sewing if you need anything. Oh... and please come downstairs to get me when he starts moving. It's an old house, I've lived here since I was a girl, so try not to break a hole in the wall, ok?"
"Of course, Dr. Thank you," he said with a chuckle.
She exited the room and proceeded to go downstairs to continue whatever she had been doing prior to this incident. Syrian simply sat down on the chair, wiping tears from his eyes. He remembered that he had Kobalt's blood all over his paws, jacket, shirt, and pants. He walked down the hall and washed the blood out of his whit fur as best he could.
He then walked back into the bedroom where he had placed Kobalt earlier, and wanted to be as near Kobalt as he could. He removed his bloodstained jacket, shirt, and pants, revealing his white chest and his black briefs, his nipples hardening from the sudden cold. With that, he climbed onto the bed next to Kobalt and wrapped his arms, legs, and blanket around him. There he lay until late into the night.
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When Syrian awoke, he still had his arms and legs around Kobalt, but the blanket was on the floor. Weird, he thought. He sat up and dangled his feet off of the bed, ready to put on his clothes and leave for the night. When he stood up, he looked out the window. It was dark. He couldn't much of the sky because of the thick branches. He walked over and looked out into the forest. Snow was quietly falling in the little light shining off of the moon. He felt a tear mat down the fur underneath his eye. Wiping the tear away and sniffing, he looked back over at Kobalt. Syrian noticed that while he slept, Kobalt had rolled over so his back and briefed butt were against his own white furry chest and briefed cock, which was starting to get hard. He ignored it and picked up his shirt, which he just remembered were stained with blood. Hmm. He would probably need to wait for that Doctor lady... Finitevus?... to come back upstairs and offer him a new set of clothes to wear home or to launder his bloodstained outfit. But wait... it was probably after midnight. She was probably in bed. Syrian started to walk towards the door to find a clock when he heard a moan come from the bed.
Syrian quickly whipped around. "Kobalt?"
"Don't leave..."
Syrian quickly walked back over to the bed, tears beginning to come again. "I'll never leave again... Oh god, Kobalt..."
"Mmm... C'mere..." Kobalt outstretched his hands and grabbed Syrian's, and tugged. He then felt a stabbing pain go all the way down his right arm.
"AAH!" Kobalt grabbed his shoulder and gritted his teeth.
Syrian quickly put his hand on top of the one on Syrian's shoulder. He put a loving kiss on Kobalt's forehead and walked around the bed to get back in bed with his love.
Kobalt rolled himself over with his left arm so he was facing Syrian. He pulled Syrian closer with his injured arm and put a deep, long kiss on his lips. Syrian seemed a little surprised. He thought Kobalt would be really tired. Kobalt began rubbing up and down Syrian's back and thigh. He then hooked his index finger on the elastic band of Syrian's briefs and pulled them down to his knees. Syrian's cock immediately stood out proud. Kobalt wrapped his hand around it and started to slowly pump it. Syrian moaned into the kiss. Syrian had this whole time had his arms around Kobalt. He moved his hands down Kobalt's back and started rubbing his soft, blue butt. He started stroking Kobalt's tail, right where it was fed through the hole in his briefs. Syrian started to pull Kobalt's briefs down to the bottom of his fuzzy butt, which he continued to massage. Syrian started to massage his fingers into Kobalt's tail hole and around underneath to his soft ball sack.
Suddenly, Syrian sat up and threw one of his legs over Kobalt's legs so he was kind of sitting on Kobalt's belly without putting any pressure on him. He bent down and kissed Kobalt's forehead, raised his tail, and using his knees, he raised his butt up and over Kobalt's cock. He put his pink pucker against the head of Kobalt's shaft, making Kobalt look up suddenly.
"Mmh... no..." Kobalt protested. "You go..." He scooted backwards so he could pull his legs out from underneath Syrian. He then put his legs around Syrian's, pushing them together.
"Oh... Ok." Syrian wanted Kobalt to relax a little bit, but he was happy to fuck Kobalt instead. Kobalt lifted his legs up high and rested his ankles on Syrian's shoulders, revealing his tail hole. Syrian pushed his cock up against Kobalt's tail hole and began pushing in. A sudden look of pain struck Kobalt's face, making Syrian stop.
"You ok? Do you want me to stop?"
"No... this is my first time... it feels good... keep going..."
Syrian pushed in more, very slowly. His cock was seven inches long, so this was going to be a treat for Kobalt. He continued to push in until his knot was hilted on the bottoms of Kobalt's thighs. He pulled out and slowly pushed back in again. After several of these, he began to speed up, watching the look of pain on Kobalt's face turn into a look of pure pleasure.
After about five minutes of slow fucking to let Kobalt's tail hole relax and adjust to the intruding cock, Syrian began to speed up. He began to pump in and out of Kobalt's tail hole much faster, and he and Kobalt started moaning and biting bottom lips in pleasure. While he was being fucked by his love, Kobalt intertwined his tail with Syrian's and lowered one leg to wrap around Syrian's waist. Syrian was pumping in and out much faster now, and he began feeling his orgasm approaching.
"Kobalt... I'm gonna..."
"Mmh... Go... tie us..."
And Syrian was more than happy to do that. He began pumping harder and faster until he could no longer hold back. He slammed his cock deep inside Kobalt's tail hole and his knot slipped inside. He came hard for a full ten seconds deep within his love. And at the same time, Kobalt came harder and longer than he had ever cum... right onto his white chest.
Panting with his cock still buried up to the hilt in Kobalt's tail hole, Syrian leaned down and put the most passionate kiss you could ever see on his Kobalt's lips.
"Kobalt... I love you... so much..."
"I love you..."
Syrian twisted himself around so he was spooning with Kobalt and fell asleep... into a long, deep sleep.
~*~
The next day, Dr. Finitevus was going upstairs after breakfast to check on Kobalt. Syrian hadn't come downstairs or waken her last night, so she figured she would check on him herself.
When she entered the room she had Syrian place Kobalt in earlier, she paused. She saw Syrian and Kobalt lying naked on her son's bed... Syrian holding Kobalt from behind. She paused and a sudden flashback came to her mind...
And she walked downstairs. And not for the first time, she had the image of two boys in love... laying in bed in her old bedroom.