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Well...home sweet home, I guess.

I stood by my little kitchen table and surveyed the apartment quietly. There was a bit of a musky smell in the air, a combination of some old food, I suspected, dust, a perhaps too dry a drain in the bathroom, and the simple fact that the place had been unoccupied for the better part of two months. Yeah, that must've been it...unlived homes probably started to stale after a little while, as a fact of nature. I snuffled at the thought, and to get the stench off my nose. I would have to open a window, I thought, get some fresh air into this place, make it a bit more habitable again.

I stomped over to the kitchen counter and pulled the curtains on the little window above the kitchen sink. There was some sunlight, but most of what I could see of course was the ugly wall of the building on the other side of the street, full of windows with curtains drawn. Someone had some red flowers on pots on their window, I noticed, a few windows to the right from the on that was kinda opposite to mine. I wondered what kind of a poor bastard lived there. Not that this was a slum...not quite. You'd have to go to the east side of the river for the proper slum experience. Even the slums were a bit nicer here on the west side. Well...almost-slums.

Peter's apartment was so nice in comparison, though...maybe too big for just one fur, but...it hadn't been meant for just one, after all. Victor's was great, too, of course, considering it had a nice kitchen and two bedrooms and a cozy living room, but then again, he probably made at least twice as much as I did in a month, maybe even three times as much...which meant that he could afford it. I suppose this was nice enough for me, considering me and my small paycheck.

It was fine enough. I paid the bills and could even spare a bit each month, I knew, to my pleasure. Could be worse. I could be living on the edge of bankruptcy every week like so many poor bastards did so often, counting every cent. I only had to count every dollar, so supposedly that was an improvement over that, eh?

There was work to be done here, too, though. The place needed to be aired, like I already decided, and I'd have to unpack the few bags of my possessions that had migrated between my apartment, Rome, NY, Peter's apartment, and now back here, to end up in a messy pile on and off the bed. It wasn't that much, surely, a matter of fifteen minutes, perhaps, but it made me feel like a complete bleh lion to even contemplate starting on that business. Maybe it was Peter's lovelorn look as the door to his apartment closed behind me on my way to the cab...or just the general weirdness of being back here after being away for so long...or the tiredness that seemed to be creeping onto my worn-out muscles after a week of work, Marge-moods and a few perhaps too late chats with Victor...and I hadn't slept too well last night. Victor and Cobb were having that thing with their old friend so at least there weren't Dobie-shaped distractions, but the slightly offish mood with Peter and all that entailed hadn't really left me sleeping like the proverbial log. Maybe the unpacked bags symbolized all those feelings, in a way...as well as the fact that a glance to the fridge had shown me that everything left there was a can of tomato soup and nothing else. The supermarket would have to be visited, too, to stock up. Oh well. Maybe I could start with that...but then again...damn...Victor was going to come to visit today, and having him come to an apartment that was both suffering from a famine and looked like I'd just returned from an around the world luxury cruise (you wish!), I really didn't know what to do...clean...get food...damn....

"BUZZZZZ!"

My ears and my tail jumped. That was the doorbell...and...well, was it time? Hadn't Victor said that he was going to come some time in the afternoon? It was only...well...I dug out my phone and flipped it to see the time, and it said that it was just a quarter past 1 pm...guess that counted as afternoon!

"Damn!"

I hurried over to the little panel by the door and hit the button.

"Hello?"

"Hello!"

Damn...shitty sound quality or not, that was definitely Victor talking!

"Hi!" I managed a more cheerful voice now that the identity of the caller had been identified - I mean, it cold have been the janitor or something...or some bum trying to get in to the hallway...that'd happened before...but thankfully now it was just the handsome, fun-loving, somewhat hunky, somewhat collared-shirt-wearing Dobie.

"Care to open the door, Rory?"

Bah...and here I'd been stuck thinking about Victor's muscles and maybe made him wait...damn...I was almost blushing now...

"Sure, I'll just buzz you in!" I hoped my voice sounded smiling as I hit the button and let him in, and then felt another jolt of excitement and nerves go through my belly as I closed the intercom and stepped back as if Victor might simply storm through the front door at the very moment. The apartment was the same mess it had been a minute before, of course, and there was nothing I could do about that now, not with Victor coming up at any moment....hah, I barely had time to brush my paw through my mane a couple of times to make sure it looked extra nice before there was a knock on the door.

My tail made a somersault again, and I stepped forward so that I could unlock the door and admit the Dobie who was standing there out in the badly lit hallway, dressed for summer, of course, with some pants and one of those shirts he liked - blue this time, and smiling, and carrying a cloth bag on his right paw, and smiling, and wearing his glasses, and...

"H!" and saying hi.

"Hi!" I hi'd.

"Mind if I come in?" the Dobie grinned. "Go something here for you!"

He lifted the bag, which I glimpsed curiously, even if the rest of him was uniquely more interesting than a dull little bag, of course, and I sidestepped so that he could fit himself into the small space occupied by my clothes rack and the like. I closed the door behind him, and the act of stepping forward to do that put me quite close to him...close enough, in fact, that I smelled him...almost felt him...

...guess he had similar things in mind, because his bagless paw plus arm were soon about me, and I was pulled close to his chest, squeezed, hugged one-armed, perhaps, but still, he had enough to spare so that even that quite nice. He pressed me gently to me and nuzzled the top of my head - something he could do easily, of course, being tall as he was, and his fingers near my armpit pressed a little, as if to drive in the message in.f

"Hey there," he rumbled again, and I, my muzzle pressed to the crook of his neck, just mumbled something gentle in reply, and let him hold me for a while.

"Hi..."

I chuckled at out constant trade of greetings, and patted his sides a little with my own slightly more mobile paws, and smiled happily to the Dobie looking down to me.

"Good to see you," I said.

Victor leaned close and sniffled the air in front of my face before he pecked my lips, softly, and then grinned again, patting my back.

"Even better to see you," he grinned as our hug finally, slowly dissolved, and I stepped back to give him free space to enter my apartment properly.

"How're you? I smiled.

"Fine, thanks," he said, lifting the bag higher, and then patting it with his free paw, "but the stuff I've got here might not be so fine if I don't put it to the fridge soon, and it's pretty warm outside."

I sniffled curiously at the bag, almost held to my eye level now, and I nodded, quickly.

FOOD!

"Sure, sure!" I waved the way towards the fridge, even if that was quite unnecessary in the small confines of my apartment, of course.

"Thanks!"

Victor walked over to the kitchen area, bag held purposefully, and once he reached the fridge he simply and promptly opened it, put the bag onto the counter next to it, and began to pull out containers wrapped in plastic and tin foil, hence obscuring their contents. I could smell hints of scents, though, as I approached, of meat and something else, too, but not perfectly sure just what there was.

"Cobb made so much food," Victor explained as he began to pile the containers into my empty fridge, "he made me bring you some of the leftovers. He had some heartburn this morning. Hah. Guess even my brother has his limits."

I chucked as I imagined just how much and just how unhealthy the food had to be for even Cobb to go under as a result. Considering that Victor had brought a big haul for me - or us, I suspected, since I'm sure we could make a nice lunch out of it all, I was already planning - I was going to find out!

"How was the thing?" I asked as I wandered even closer, to stand by him as he played food Tetris with the plastic containers in the fridge. "Did you have a good time?"

"I guess," he said, giving me a small smile, "Cobb kinda ruled over everything, of course, but that's him in a party...but we got to catch up some with Tate, yeah."

"How was he?" I asked, curious of this mysterious fox Victor had been talking about a bit recently, mentioned as an old high school buddy who'd gone through Iraq and the like.

"Alright, all considered, I guess," Victor noted as he picked the last of the boxes from the bag and put it into the fridge before he gave it a final glance and closed it, "guess he's changed quite a lot since the last time I saw him..."

I nodded.

"Well, soldier, and all..." I mused.

Victor rubbed his paws together and nodded.

"Ex now, I guess, because obviously he wont' be going back to the front with a leg like that."

"I recall, yeah."

Victor turned about a bit so that we were standing face to face now in my kitchen (of sorts) and folded his arms comfortably over his gorgeous chest.

"He's got a bit of a problem with his stomach too," he said, "he had a bit of problem last night..."

He didn't look so happy, so I suspected it was something a bit unpleasant indeed.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he...well, like he said, he had to make a run for it."

"For...?" I kinda suspected what that'd be but...well...you know...poo things...

"To the bathroom," he confirmed.

I cringed a bit.

"Oh..."

Victor scratched an arm and nodded.

"Some kind of a problem with his bowels because he had to surgery there after he got injured. Sometimes he really has to run for it, apparently."

I cringed a bit more, mentally, but only nodded, physically.

"Sounds like a nasty problem."

"That's what he said, too," Victor said, "we called it a night pretty early because he felt a bit unwell but before that everything was fine."

"That's sad to hear," I said, "but I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed yourself."

Victor stepped closer, smiling like he had some intentions...and he did, and it included wrapping his arms around me again and pulling us together, and kissing my nose now, which made me snort rather loudly, and which made him grin and grumble sexily.

"I did...though of could would've been nicer with you there..." he murmured.

I put my paws to his shoulders and squeezed them a little while his paws rubbed up and down my back, all the way down to my tailbase and back, which made me purr, ever so softly.

"Well, we know how that'd turned out..."I snuffled, unable to not to think about the menace Cobb would've ended up being if I had attended, out of sheer joy of making such a big fuss about everything.

"Yeah..." Victor rumbled. He looked displeased for just a small moment, but the flashed me another smile, and pushed our muzzles together.

It'd been ages since we kissed, oh yes, and now, getting cozy and getting all paws with a big Dobie was surely suiting me well. It was a proper and nice liplock, oh yes, a gentle back and forth, muzzles and tongues and everything moving so nicely that soon even our bodies were rocking a bit, back and forth, standing there and holding each other and making each other feel good with our paws and our bodies.

"Hmmm...Rory?" Victor questioned me when we came out for some air, so to speak, breathing ever so warmly against each other's faces and sharing a good, heavy load of musk in the middle, too. Victor's lips glistened, and his paws rested comfortably against my back, nice and grippy.

"Yeah?" I rumbled in a happy murmur that told him that I was definitely listening.

"I don't wanna sound like a total horndog..." he said, sounding like a total horndog, his voice low and sexy, "but..."

His paws gripped the topside of my rump, gently, and the motion pressed our bodies together even more firmly, especially where it mattered, my groin against his, overlapping a bit with the size difference, but there was some definitely bulge on bulge action nonetheless while Victor let his words linger, and we breathed the same air, and he smiled, and looked down to me intensely.

"Yeah?" I managed as I felt blood rush both my cheeks, the insides of my ears, to where to it really mattered.

"...but I'm really in the mood..." he said.

He might've been wearing jeans, but there was no mistaking what I felt on my lower belly, and that thought made me rumble happily, too, and press my own hips a bit closer to his...adding pressure, and adding pleasure, too, I hoped.

"Oh yeah..."I purred, leaning up to kiss him again, which he happily did, wet and nice, while our paws began to get more intent, more directed...more gropey, I suppose, feeling each other's bodies, close and nice, and warm...and his even sounded sexy, grumbling like that.

"I was thinking..." he husked when our lips separated with a little pop, and one of those slightly gross-looking bridges of saliva that dribbled onto my chin after a second or so.

I almost wished I could read minds...and then not...just hearing it, coming in one of those sexy rumbles was probably even better...sexier...nicer, whatever.

"Yeah?" well I wasn't the most verbal fur when it came to sex...

His eyes were so hot.

"...we could take turns...."

Another squeeze, to drive the message in, and I had no doubts about what he had in mind. I rubbed his broad, warm shoulders with my own paws to return the touch in kind...as much as I could, of course, standing like this, gripping each other ever so warmly.

"Hmmm..." I half-purred, half-moaned, half-yes'd, under his touch.

"Only if you want..." he murmured, paws moving slowly over my back...and there was only word to describe that touch and those words and that tone...seductive, "...just like before..."

Playing with the base of my tail like that...damn...and even telling me that he didn't mind that I wasn't too keen on experiencing the joys of a knot...being seduced by a sexy and a KIND Dobie sure had its benefits.

I purred, and rumbled, and pressed my backside against his exploring paw, and smiled a little.

"If you like..." I replied, looking up to him.

"I'd like, yeah..." he murmured, "And I've got something to make it even better, too..."

My ears perked curiously, and I looked at him anew, briefly distracted from the hot sensations coming from my pants...and various other places. Victor winked and removed his paws from me (Nooooo!!!) and took a step away...only to pick the cloth bag up again, holding it in his paw.

I, breathing a heavily, stood there, watched curiously as he began to rummage through the bag, still smiling to me.

"I got this stuff this morning," he said, "Left a bit earlier from home and said to Cobb that I was coming to help you move back in...wouldn't be crazy enough to have kept this stuff at home in case Cobb would accidentally find it...he already gave me so much shit for finding my condom stash...."

Now I was really curious to know what he was talking about, all told, being so sneaky...my tail looped itself behind me as I watched him keenly, that bag bulging with his paws moving inside as he tried to find whatever he had in mind...only to pull out a little glossy cardboard packet, with a grinning shirtless wolf on the cover, an arm around a girl wolf who was giving him the eyes. The text said " URSOPLUS ULTIMATE LOVER - CANINE M". Victor held up the packet and grinned.

"Some for me..." he said, as he dropped the flat packet to the kitchen counter next to the sink and dug back in, only to bring out another packet, this time with the very familiar picture of a grinning tiger on the picture, showing off his pecs, rather than what you'd expect to see on a condom packet, his crotch. "And some for you..."

He dropped the packet of Ursoplus Catnips to the counter. I chuckled.

"Well you do come well-prepared..." I chuckled as the small pile of prophylactics formed.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Victor grinned, only to pull out a fresh bottle of Uncle Bob's Axle Grease, in one of those nozzle-tipped bottles for...you know...putting it where it needed. I chuckled a bit more at the sight of the obscene bottle being placed on the counter, and swiped Victor's ankles with my tail.

"You did go to a sex shop, didn't you?" I stated, knowing that wasn't something you could probably buy from a supermarket, unlike the condoms so far.

"I remembered to wear a trench coat and sunglasses, don't worry," Victor winked as he pulled out another bottle...tall and pink, this time, with something oozy-looking inside, and with the word "SENSORA" printed in a curly typeface on top of a big cartoonish heart.

I snickered at his remark and pointed out the new bottle with interest.

"What's that then? Dare I ask?"

Victor rolled the pink bottle in his paw and chuckled.

"It's some sort of a massage oil...though it might be fun," he grinned as he put it to the side.

Oh, damn, a massage...Rory Jr. was practically vibrating on its own at the thought of a slick paw...wrapped around me...slow, slow strokes...ohhh...dear...should we just shuck off our pants and get to it, like the big men we were?

"Is the oil pink, too?" I chuckled.

"I don't think so," Victor smirked, "But the show wasn't exactly geared for...heheh...our audience, I so I just took what looked fun, never mind if it's meant for your special lady..."

I chuckled and swiped his legs with my tail again.

"I can be your special lady," I said.

Well, I was gonna be the man-lady soon, anyway...I felt a bit antsy about that, just like I often did at the prospect of that kind of sex, but...it was alright. I could do it. It felt nice if you did it right. If you were comfortable and took care of everything, it was quite pleasant. Not the greatest thing for me but...nice. Victor would be pleased and I'd probably end up being extra pent up for my turn as the...husband.

Tehehe.

"What else do you got there?" I pointed at the bag that still seemed to have something inside it despite the objects on the table already. "Something to make me pretty? Some pink fluffy handcuffs?"

I'm so not into crossdressing, by the way. I didn't suspect Victor was into it either. It was just too delicious to say, considering that he'd gone through the trouble and embarrassment of buying this stiff. Not that it was supposed to be embarrassing, I guess...it was just sex. Man-sex in our case but...guess they saw everything there, in those shops. Been so long since I visited.

Victor chuckled and chortled happily, and gave me a wink.

"I thought bondage can come later," he snerked as he pulled out another thing from his bag of treats of various kinds, this time, something wrapped in plastic and packed against a flat cardboard back, like anything you'd see hanging from a holder in a shop. It was something black, curiously shaped, and came with yellow letting on the top that called it the 'P-BOMB MAX'. "But I did bring you this..."

"Is that a...?"

"It's like one of those TruMan things you see sometimes, but much cheaper because it's some kind of a cop and only cost ten bucks," Victor chuckled, "but I guess it does the work."

Well, well...lube, condoms and sex toys...this was turning out to be even more interesting than I could have thought beforehand...Rory Jr. was definitely not disagreeing.

"Well I think so," I mused, "what're you planning to do with that?"

Victor turned the packet around in his paw and gave it a brief glance before he put it to the pile of stuff on the table.

"Well, you said you don't usually...you know..."

Wasn't it really so cute that he didn't really want to say "get fucked in the ass", even if we were about five minutes away from rolling around naked and growling in bed? I kind appreciated it, too. It wasn't that I thought it was humiliating or dirty or submissive or anything...but goddamnit, being the bottom lion always made me feel so damn slutty in ways I could not really explain that I really didn't even want to talk about it. At least it was gonna make a big Dobie a really happy man tonight...

I was still almost blushing, since he put it like that...bashfully...cutely, almost.

"Yeah," I scratched my neck nervously, now that my anus was on the spotlight.

"Well..." Victor put the by now apparently empty bag to the counter and stepped close again, to easily take me in to his embrace, arms about me ever so nicely, and smelling so nice, too, "...and I was thinking of ways to make it extra nice and easy, so...you know...massage...in...out...getting relaxed in all the right places..."

The way he put it...oh damn...so...well, I guess the word would be...generous...to apply such care to make sure that my tender backside would be treated kindly, so that he'd get what he wanted...almost selfish, that...but...well...I guess in sex, sometimes you were a bit selfish, even when your partner was in the throes of pleasure themselves.

Naughty Dobie...naughty, naughtier...and nibbling on my neck and making me purr and almost whimper and most of all, weak in the knees and boned-up in the pants department...oh damn...I was almost swooning in his damn arms.

"Why don't we take turns at the shower to be extra clean and nice and then we'll see what happens?" Victor grinned after our latest muzzle-function ended in a kaboom of pleasure and panting.

I could only nod.

"Okay..."I breathed.

"Can I borrow a towel?" Victor grinned.

"Sure," I almost panted.

"Thanks", he grinned, planted a big kiss on my lips, and winked, "be back in a few."

Oh dear...oh my...oh shit...

Victor grinned to me once more before he strutted out towards the direction of my small bathroom, and then disappeared into the tiny room, leaving me standing there, breathing hard, heart thumping, pants tenting as much as they could...

"Oh damn..."

Well, this really called for some other kind of cleaning up to do as well...damn...hurry...had to hurry...my bed was a mess...damn...there was not gonna be time to change the sheets, I thought...but just as I heard the water begin to run in the bathroom, I rushed over to the bed and began to move the bags off it, to clear the room for...well...for obvious purposes...heheh...damn...even bending down to put the bags down made my hard dick rub against my boxers and made me shiver a bit...thinking about everything that could happen soon...

...oh damn...sex...sex...the lion was gonna get laid...and be laid...oh well...well...yeah...bed...yes...bed was better now...I tugged on the edge of the sheets to straight them up. It didn't change the reality that it was a relatively small bed with unchanged sheets from two months ago...a bit musty...not that it'd been slept for that long but...well, anyway. Old fabrics. A hint of the cheap washing detergent. I shuffled the pillows around to try and make it look a bit more inviting, but that didn't have much of an effect. Not so many pillows. There were a couple more on the couch nearby...yes...more pillows...you needed pillows when you...

...I shuffled over and picked a couple if pillows which I then grabbed and put onto the bed, and re-arranged them a couple of times, too, to try and make it nicer...but it wasn't working...damn...crap...

...well, I wasn't supposed to be re-decorating, anyway...just clearing space for cuddling and...stuff that made you go tehehehe when you thought about them...damn...well...I gave up and grabbed the front of my pants, to rub myself a little...purring...grumbling...

"Ahhh...."

"Don't you dare to start before me," the deep voice almost made me jump as I turned about and saw Victor standing on the doorway to the bathroom, only clad in a towel around his waist and looking great...handsome and great.

I dropped my paw and looked almost sheepish, then waved at the bed.

"Made us some space," I chuckled.

Victor sauntered over, shoulders swinging in what could've been a definitely exaggerated manner, and it was really working on me, as he came over and swatted my rump with his paw, and grumbled teasingly.

"Your turn...the water's nice...made me feel pretty good..."... he murmured, took a hold of my paw, and pressed it against his chest. I could feel the firm nub of his nipple against my palm, and the sensation sent a thrill through my entire arm...all the way down to my poor balls. I almost shivered when he cupped my muzzle and kissed me...and I guess his towel fell away, too, because I felt something fleshy and damp press against my hip and leave a wet mark over my clothes, while I held him, and he kissed me, and we spent a few moments there, just like that, before we finally parted.

"Hurry," he whispered.

"Don't YOU dare to start without me either, huh?" I grumbled as I hurried towards the bathroom, practically undressing as I went.

Not much to say about it. I'd washed in the morning so I was alright otherwise, but a few parts of me needed extra attention for these activities. My shaft was hard and fully out of its sheath by now, of course, and the water running over me like that felt damn good...almost like a caress...I really had to resist touching myself any further, for now. I paid some extra attention to my back there area and rinsed myself in and out - I'm not a total novice, all told, and I knew that being extra clean made things extra nice, and I owed Victor as much...and it made me feel alright, too. A quick toweling later I wondered whether to even bother with it when leaving the by now quite steamy bathroom...but decided to wrap it around my waist, if only for the bulge that provided. Let Victor enjoy that sight too.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepped into the room, and...well...

"Hello there."

Victor was lying on the bed, with some of the covers over him, up to his waist so that his tantalizing chest was in full view, but everything below that was hidden for now...looking so damn relaxed and sexy there...almost as if he was posing...which he probably was...showing so much of him and yet leaving so much for imagination, too.

I almost gasped.

"Hey..."

Victor gestured with a curled finger, doing the universal "comehere" sign while not moving from his lazy, "Look I'm sexy and I know it" pose.

"Come to bed, lion..." he murmured.

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