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The sun was up. The first few rays of the morning filtered in through the blinds and hit Dawn's eyelids. Despite his name, he really hated mornings. What really sucked was that sunlight always woke him up easily.

"Uggggh," he groaned as he twisted around in his bed before coming to the realization that there was no way to go back to sleep. The 6 foot tall, light tan wolf sat up on the edge of his bed and stretched his arms towards the ceiling, hearing several pops and snaps in the process.

Dawn looked across the room at the window. The blinds were wide open. It was then that he noticed that he was alone in the room. Waking up alone had been happening more frequently lately. "Dusk must've gotten up earlier and opened the blinds," he thought to himself. He looked over at the alarm clock. 6:07 AM shone brightly in light blue.

He stood up and slowly trudged across the grey carpet, hearing and feeling the joints in his legs and feet as they popped and cracked in tune with his slow, heavy steps. It didn't even occur to him that he was naked until he saw himself in the mirror out of the corner of his eye. He turned and looked at himself for a moment or two. He had probably what was the worst case of bed head he'd ever had. His neck length, dark brown, thick, straight hair was standing almost straight up on top of his head, built up on only one side like some kind of retarded mohawk. White fur started at the base of his neck and went down to his crotch and inner thighs, ending about half-way down his tail's underside.

He stood there, using his hands to fix his hair, when he noticed how bloodshot his aquamarine eyes were. He figured that he should probably go to sleep earlier in the evenings, but he knew that that wasn't going to happen. He grabbed an old, torn pair of jeans, red boxer briefs, and a grey sleeveless shirt before heading into the bathroom.

He had to sit down to take a leak. There was no way he'd hit the water with his morning wood. He had to hold his roughly 7 inch dick pointing downward using the index and middle fingers on his left hand to avoid touching the bowl. Dawn cringed at the memories of such incidences.

After he was done, Dawn stood up and walked over to the sink. He turned on the faucet and placed his hand under the flow of cold water and waited till it grew warm. He put both his hands under the stream before running them through his hair, getting the outer layers of his hair heavy and wet. He moved a few strands around, giving his hair a general shape. He took his boxer briefs off the side of the sink and bent over before pulling his boxer briefs up his legs. A pain from his derriere gave him a bit of a wake up shock. He remembered what all he and Dusk had done last night. He went a bit slower when pulling up his jeans. He applied his deodorant before donning his sleeveless shirt over his lean and lightly muscled torso and heading back into the bedroom, walking through, to the cool-aired hallway.

He peeked into the "office" across the hall. Unfortunately, save for a computer, a desk, and some old bookshelves stuffed with a diversity of objects and books, he found nothing. He walked down the hall, towards the living room, passing up photos of friends and family, the guest bathroom, and a few pieces of artwork.

The living room was perhaps the brightest room he'd been in all morning. He squinted momentarily as his eyes adjusted to the light coming in from the window, this one being considerably larger than the one in the bedroom. He scanned the room to see only the TV, a coffee table on a rug, a couch, and an end table.

This was getting frustrating. "Where's Dusk at?" Dawn thought as he scratched the back of his head. His mocha colored nose picked up a scent. His nostrils opened wide as his ears perked up. He closed his eyes, almost entranced by the glorious smell. He knew exactly what it was. It was breakfast: two large waffles, dripping with syrup with a dollop of margarine on top, two sunny side up eggs, lightly salted and peppered, smothered with cheese, a few thick, juicy sausages, a small bowl of grits, and a glass of milk.

Dawn dashed through the doorway to his right to find his delectable meal sitting on the table in front of him. His ears perked at the sound of the sink squeaking. Dusk was standing over the sink, having just finished rinsing the pans he had used to make breakfast.

He stood there in a grey T-shirt, black pants, and black work boots, just slightly larger than Dawn. His fur was mostly dark grey, almost black with 2 white areas: a star shape on his chest and the very tip of his long tail. His vibrant, green eyes always caught attention because of their contrast to his fur.

"'bout time ya woke up," Dusk said with a slight smirk on his face.

"We can't all get up before sunrise every day," Dawn asserted, just before yawning loudly.

"Today's special, though. It's the first day we start saving up to get outta this hell-hole." Having said that, Dusk walked over to the table, and sat down. Dawn, following suit, muttered to himself "Bush screwed us over."

Bush had been out of office for quite some time, but congress was always too ignorant to fix one of his worst mistakes, No Child Left Behind. Dusk had always enjoyed art but couldn't find many jobs that had a BFA as a prerequisite. He wound up working as an art teacher at the high school, college, and recreation center. Because the high school had failed their tests several years in a row, the school lost funding and could no longer keep teaching art classes. Although he still had work, well over half of Dusk's income was gone now.

Dawn worked at the hospital after they had moved into Auburn city. He worked in the physical therapy department, mainly with patients recovering from serious injuries. After all the extra-curricular activities and electives were cut from the high school, however, the surge of teachers seeking employment had put him out of the job. He eventually found work as a waiter on the afternoon and evening shifts at Cheddar's.

The No Child Left Behind Act was dealing Auburn City a slow economic death. A lot of people had been moving out left and right. Dusk and Dawn had finally decided to save up some money, move to a different city, and try to find good employment there. To make up for losses, though, Dusk had decided to take on a second job. He had always been good with computers and had just gotten A+ certified last week. Now he had to deal with his worst nightmare: non-computer literate clients. Dusk trembled at the thought of all the dumb questions and pointless arguments he'd soon face. What sickened him worse was that he was still working for the same school district, but now he just fixed computers in stead of teaching art. Surprisingly, the pay rate was dramatically lower than what it was when he taught.

"Delicious, as always," Dawn said with a smile and a milk mustache. Dusk just smiled before gathering up the plates. Dawn glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was 9:13.

"Crap, you gotta get outta here!" Dawn said with alarm.

"I can take my time. There's no way I'll be late," Dusk said confidently.

"That's what you said yesterday. Lemme take this," Dawn said as he took the dishes from Dusk and carried them over to the sink. "You go on and get to work."

"Fair enough. Anything for you," Dusk said with a slightly seductive tone as he grabbed Dawn around the waist and held him close, gently nuzzling his neck. He lifted his head up slightly and let his long, flat tongue flow out, licking off the milk on the side of Dawn's muzzle.

Dawn stopped washing the dishes and closed his eyes, relishing in the moment. They slowly swayed lightly, enjoying the other's presence. He wished this could go on forever, but he knew it had to end and that he needed to be the one to do it.

"I know you hate dealing directly with idiots, but ya gotta get going," he said with a slight hint of self-disappointment in his voice.

"Alright, I'm outta here," Dusk said sadly as he disengaged, grabbed the keys next to the door, and walked out.

Dawn finished the dishes before realizing he was out of things to do until he had to get to work at 2 PM. He plopped down on the sofa and turned on the TV. There wasn't much on, to be honest. John T. Wolf was rockin' on MTV and getting stalked on VH1. Talk and reality shows dominated most channels. People on Spike were incidentally hurting themselves. Cartoon Network and Disney had more one season, throw away cartoons.

He went through all the channels three times before stopping on Sci-Fi. The images of a random fur getting rent asunder by some monstrosity caught his attention. He sat and watched as it followed the same plot as most sci-fi channel original movies: monster shows up, monster kills several people, one or two people die from making mistakes, just a hot chick and a mildly attractive guy are left, situation gets worse, monster dies, everybody happy, brief hint towards another terror, closing credits. Dawn looked at the clock next to the TV. It was 10:59.

He still had three more hours before work. He turned off the TV and sat there trying to think of what to do. His mind wandered to Dusk and what he's probably doing right now. He could picture him getting pissed at a client, probably an old lady, and only telling his coworkers how he really felt. He could see Dusk carrying heavy PC towers and servers. Then he pictured Dusk alone in a room right after the client left. Dusk walks casually over to the door and locks it, probably just so he won't have to hear that old lady's shrill voice, if you could call it a voice.

Dawn laid down on the sofa, feeling at ease from picturing his love hard at work. Dusk finished fixing' the computer quickly. He knew exactly what was wrong, even though the old woman thought otherwise. He put the cover back on the side of the tower, concealing its motherboard. He picked it up and placed it on a table, plugged it in, and turned it on only to find that it was working properly now. He shut it off, unplugged it, and sat down on the table next to it.

Now bored, he looks over at the door momentarily before letting his hand start drifting a little southward. Slowly, Dusk rubs the growing bulge in his pants, a look of pure ecstasy growing on his face. Dawn released a light moan as his breathing got harder. In unison, they pulled off their shirts and tossed them to the side. They unbuckled, buttoned, and zipped their pants, letting their throbbing members spring out.

Dusk leaned back and rested on his elbow. He grasped and stroked his cock while memories from last night coursed through his head. Dawn picked up the pace and stretched his way out of his pants and boxer breifs, kicking them off the sofa as they reached his ankles. Dusk laid on his back and put both hands on his manhood. His pace quickening as he approached his climax, images of Dawn and last night flashing through his head. Dawn moaned loudly, letting his imagination run wild. Their backs arched as they came. Streams of semen flew from Dawn's cock, landing on the sofa, his torso, the rug, and the table. His pace died down quickly as the seed stopped shooting.

Dawn laid still in the afterglow, perfectly content in the imaginary embrace of his love. Nothing else in the world mattered: the finances, work, everything. After what felt like a peaceful eternity, his sense of euphoria faded. He woke up, naked on the couch, and looked over at the clock. After a few moments, what the clock said finally registered: 1:48 PM.

"Crap!" Dawn yelled. He got up quickly and scrambled to the kitchen. He grabbed several paper towels in his rush and cleaned up himself and the living room then threw the wad of fibers and cum in the trash can in the corner of the room before putting his boxer breifs and pants back on, dealing with the belt, zipper, and button on his way back to the bedroom. He pulled out a random pair of socks from a drawer near the bed and put them on in a hurry, picking up his pair of black tennis shoes with blue laces before dashing back to the living room before sitting on the couch momentarily to shove his feet into them without even untying the laces. After giving the tongues a quick adjustment, he grabbed his shirt and his keys, and ran out the door, locking it behind him.