What Goes Bump In the Night. Chapter Four.
What Goes Bump in the Night Chapter Four By Roofles
"So then the dog walks into a bar and hops up on a stool." Kenny laughed kicked his leg up onto the couch, his raised heel paw dangled on the other side. Marco sat between his open legs, though back away from his still open fly with a look of both amusement and pity for his friend.
"He looks the bartender in the eye and says, "Hey, guess what? I can talk. Have you ever seen a talking dog before? How about a drink?
"The bartender thinks for a moment and says, "Sure, the toilet's right around the corner." And with that Kenny burst out laughing, slapping his leg as Marco rolled his eyes.
Marco shifted his weight on the raised cushion he sat on. The weight of the large wolf was continuously forcing him down, closer to the open legged groin and closer to his bad humor. Marco wasn't sure which was worse at this point however. He was sure Kenny was still just trying to lighten the mood with these horrible jokes in hopes of having the man relax. Marco wasn't sure why he just didn't...turn back into a human if that's what he was aiming for in the end. Be the easiest way to calm his still on edge nerves, the hair on the back of his neck was still on end and only now did the goosebumps on his arm settle down. The man didn't ask or point it out however. Just assuming he couldn't for some reason.
Kenny sighed loudly resting back. His head, shoulders and upper torso sliding off the edge of the couch. His muzzle dipped down, upside down, and touched the floor before he sat back up. Marco watched with a raised eyebrow. An odd thought came to mind as he watched the flexible black fur canine in front of him.
"Can you suck yourself off?" A blunt question in and of itself that caught the massive, emerald eye wolf off guard. His pointed ears folded back and his whiskers drooped as he blinked several times at him.
"Scuse me?" Kenny looked at him before grinning toothily. "Are you offering?"
"You wish." Marco replied and Kenny didn't deny. Marco pushed his stomach with a bare foot before resting it back on the side of the wolf. His toes were getting sweaty from that thick black carpet in front of him. Like a rug.
"I can," Kenny rolled one of his shoulders, scratching at his chest. He pulled a bit of fuzz out and frowned at it. "If I wanted too I mean." He mumbled a bit having done the act several times in fact ever since the first change. Wasn't about to say that though. He rather get it from someone else. He used a hind paw to push that someone else back playfully. He however kept the paw where it was.
Silence fell between the two for a moment and Marco snuffed the cig in his mouth out. He leaned back once more and looked up at the ceiling blowing the remnants of the smoke out into a large cloud above them.
"Why aren't you afraid? I just mean your handling this a lot faster than I would've thought." Kenny pointed out looking at him now. His ears were folded back and the look in his eye was both one of concern and worry as if he was about to, any second now, just get up and walk out.
"Simple." Marco shrugged. "If you had wanted to do something you would have. And its not like I could stop you."
And with that silence fell once more. A heavy silence as the truth sunk in for both of them. Even when they were mock, in Kenny's case, wrestling the large black wolf had to hold himself back.
"Your aren't goin' to turn me are you?" Marco asked. His tone was dry and empty and his face was void of any emotion. Just like the previous statement. Though it wasn't as obvious on his face it was clear of the fear his friend still held. It was only natural and it made the wolf's large shoulders fall and head droop. Only an idiot wouldn't be worried in this case.
Kenny sat up a bit and reached a timid hand out. His eyes alone showed the struggle he was having, pleading wanting to comfort his friend and at the same time the reality of the situation between them. On the same couch and yet there was this great void like a canyon between them. Kenny pulled back before shaking his head and placing that hand on Marco's shoulder. He waited for the man to look back up, down his long snout and into his emerald eyes. "I would never." Kenny said truthfully making sure he understood every word. "I would never inflict this on anyone else."
Marco nodded a bit. Then nodded again and pulled another cig out, lit it and looking away he took a slow, long drag of it. Whatever happened to Kenny was something beyond anything Marco could fully understand. Even those soft glowing emerald eyes held a deadness in them like a soldier coming back from a long, losing war. As if a piece of him died some point in his life.
"Ok." Marco just shrugged afterwards. "I trust ya' bud." He half lied. In the end he himself wasn't sure if it was truth or fiction. Only time would tell it seemed.
"It's why I don't share my stuff." Kenny began to explain slowly, hoping to try and clear things up some that he wouldn't just trip and fall on him, turning him in the process or some nonesense. As he spoke Marco noticed the wolf moved a little closer the whole time in small 'stretching' motions as he looked around the room. "Like my soda and such? Can't have you getting it from something like that." Kenny went on.
"Saliva?" Marco asked eying the tongue that had rolled out of the front of the wolf's open, panting maw. Kenny drooled onto his hairy leg. Warm, thick saliva sluggishly rolled down the man's inner thigh.
"For instance." He grinned and before Marco could move he got a big, fat wet kiss across his whole face making his bangs stand up as that red, wet, soggy carpet slathered up over his forehead. Kenny gulped afterwards, grinning at him.
Marco just looked at him afterwards frozen stiff as if he expected fur to spring out of where the saliva had touched him. He waited and nothing came of it before he realized the look on the wolf's face was one of amusement. It was kind of hard to tell. Amusement also appeared to be the "going to maul your face off" look.
"Nah, man," Kenny gave him a playfully, slightly painful, shove. "It's like a snake." He grinned widely pointed a claw digit at his front fangs. They were several inches longer than a humans and stuck out of his muzzle even when it was closed. Just down the front like a snaggletooth. "When you bite the disease goes into the saliva and then spreads throughout the body via the bloodstream." He said a little technical raising a finger up as he spoke, closed his eyes smugly and acted as if he majored in the subject.
"Didn't you fail biology?" Marco asked laughing a bit as the he explained the situation a bit more.
"Oh, trust me. I'm very good at biology." He winked again and once more Marco felt a bit dirty. He pushed that bare foot against the wolf's stomach some more as he moved closer.
"Don't you dare." Marco warned as the paw still on his shoulder began to massage them, the strong digits squeezing as they rubbed. Squeezing and holding him in place.
"What? Don't you want to make a little chemistry?" Kenny lower his snout now nosing at his bare, fuzzy chest and let a hot breath out.
Marco pushed his head away and laughed, struggling as an arm wrapped around his side and hugged him against the warm fur body. And Kenny nuzzled against him more, taking a slow shaking breath as his nose stuck under the man's arm. The cold, wet bumpy surface pushed against the crook of his arm.
"H-hey!" Marco said pushing back against the wolf who just growled back. It tickled.
"Maybe we should take this to the bedroom?" Kenny growled some more.
"And do what?" Marco asked looking under his arm at him. His face alone showed his ignorance to the subject.
Kenny's ears folded back and he let him go, pulling his snout out (and licking his nose) before smiling. "And go to bed of course. It's gettin' late and this is all a lot for you to take in." He chuckled, feeling like a 'tard for jumping to hopeful conclusions.
Not like anything had changed between the two in that department anyways. In fact he was sure it pushed it back more. Looked like he'd be fapping again tonight.
"Go ahead." Marco replied. "I think I'll stay up a bit longer." The man fell silent soon afterwards and was looking off as if in deep thought yet nothing actually came to mind.
Marco lit another cig and rested back against the cushion wondering just how he managed to stay so...calm in this situation. The wolf's hind paw was still resting between his legs and those clawed toes was touching his lower chest. Kenny was twice his size and he was sure the wolf could swallow his lower half without even chewing. His very palm could crush his skull like a grape between his fingers. Or stepped on and crushed like an ant Marco thought as the toes wiggled against his chest fuzz.
It might've just been deadened nerves but he felt very little over the matter now sitting here with him. One way or the other. Just smoking his cig and enjoying the night as it ticked by. Not particularly thinking one thing or the other.
Kenny stayed not saying anything as he looked around the room, sniffing the air, one of his ears twitched and generally not doing anything as he sat on the same couch as the other man. It appeared as if he just wanted to be there for him in case something else came up, more than willing to hug him all night long. Stroke him. Suck him... Kenny's ears folded back as his mind dove head first into the gutter.
Kenny moved, standing up and stretched before laying back down on his stomach, easily taking up the whole couch, and rested with his head in the other man's lap. Kenny's ears stayed up, swiveling from side to side and his nose twitched every now and then but those emerald eyes were closed and with it he appeared for all purposes to be asleep. And with it the man's body heat and smell allowed him to finally begin to relax once more.
Marco looked at the large heavy canine head in his lap. So animal in nature, feral. Sharp pointed ears and snout, fangs poked out of his closed maw and even his whiskers were bristle like. His fur was thick, luxurious but wasn't exactly soft. More like that of an animal hide. And though it appeared to be in all nature Marco knew better than to think of him as just a simple domesticated dog. Though...he wasn't exactly a wild animal either.
Still he placed a hand on the back of the massive, black fur wolf's thick powerful neck and scratched at the strong flesh underneath. A paw gripped his leg and gave it an approving squeeze. There was a shift of its weight and a grunt Kenny rested back down, shoving his head against the man's stomach. And nuzzling him more until the man rested back, his legs sliding under the massive beast and the two fell asleep on the couch. Just like a man and his best four legged, furry friend would.
Elsewhere there was a gathering of bodies in the central park. In the dead of the night no one was out but these individuals and they made sure to keep it that way. All the lamps were off and only the glowing red eyes could be seen. Just a gathering of misfits to the untrained eye.
"Vi and Tye are done for." The eldest said. A male on his last year of school. Samuel was resting against the jungle gym smoking a cigar. "Bunch of dumb fucks," he laughed. "Got what they deserved."
This seemed to annoy the others.
"They were ten times more devoted than you are." One of the younger ones spoke up. "They were just trying to avenge our father. There's no reason-," he stopped however as the older boy moved.
He took a step and then another, pulling the cigar from his mouth reached out in a flash and gripped the younger mans throat. Samuel moved the cigar closer to the boys face removing the red tint in his eyes and showing the scared face of the young man. The burning ash fell onto his cheek, the lit head was only a half inch away from the boy's fearful eye.
"I." He said the word with great force, his front teeth growing into fangs. "Am not an idiot. Breaking orders." He pulled the cigar back and flung the boy to the side. He took another puff on the cigar not wanting to waste it on such an urchin. "Know your place," he snarled at the younger meat. "Speak to me in such a tone again and you won't just be loosing a fuckin' eye ya' cock shit." He gave him a painful kick knocking him onto his back.
Samuel stepped on his face shoving it into the ground and looking down at him with great contempt in his eyes.
"Enough." A female said loudly. The older man shrugged and stepped off, giving another swift kick to his side and headed over to rest against a nearby tree. "We are already short on members. We're not allowed to turn anyone. And if we loose any more..." She looked away, holding her arm.
"The Omega won't stay silent for much longer." The last member spoke up. She was more afraid than her comapanions. Except for Samuel it seemed. Everyone fell silent at her words however.
"I'll inform him." Samuel snuffed the cigar out. "And don't worry about the purebred." He laughed at the word. "I'll handle him and his chew toy." And with that he was off on all fours, the cat zig zagging through the trees and vanishing into the concrete forest of the city walls.