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Marcus sighed contentedly as the front door swung shut behind him. After hanging his keys on the ring, he lifted the strap of his bag from his shoulder, immediately placing it on the nearest coat hanger to be forgotten for at least a couple of hours. He removed his jacket, brushing it out as he walked toward the kitchen, draping it over the back of a chair. Next, he untucked his dress shirt and began to unbutton, groaning softly with relief as he tossed it into the laundry. He briefly debated over whether to remove his khakis, though he ultimately stripped them as well, leaving him in boxers and a white tee.

As if on tracks, Marcus drifted through the kitchen, stopping briefly at the fridge for a slice of cold pizza, then straight through to the living room, immediately collapsing face-first onto the sofa.

He lay there for a minute, silently reveling in the ability to breathe the familiar air of his own home. He shut his eyes for a time, letting one paw hang and rest on the hardwood floor, the other outstretched over the arm of the sofa, holding the already-nearly-forgotten pizza. Every nerve in his body relaxed and told his brain to sleep. This was routine, but Marcus had taught himself to resist the urge, so as not to offset his sleep schedule, which was crucial.

He yawned, stretched, and pulled himself up so he could rest his head on the arm of the couch. He ran his paw over his eyes and across his muzzle in an attempt to wipe away some of the accumulated fatigue. He took a bite of pizza, and grabbed the TV remote off the end table. It always seemed to be a long few hours that he had to wait before Reis returned home, and he often turned on the TV at this hour in an effort to make it quicker.

CNN was what appeared on the screen when he pressed the power button. Marcus yawned as he pressed the guide button to browse.

Game shows. Sitcoms. Sports. Reality shows. Cartoons. He scrolled through until "Cops" caught his attention, showing on Spike. He pressed select.

Marcus smiled a little as he saw footage of a German shepherd behind the wheel of his cruiser.

"10-4, I have a visual on the suspect's vehicle." It became apparent that the officer was stopping a vehicle on suspicion of DUI.

"Cops" was actually a show that Marcus had watched more and more regularly. It could be chalked up in part to his general interest in law, but it was hard to say that was the biggest reason. Though the nature of the show was decidedly serious, it often made Marcus smile. Watching officers in uniform, working in their line of duty, naturally made him think about his mate, who was now a cop, himself.

Marcus often caught himself watching the officers on the show as if each one were Reis, particularly the fittest of them. He frequently daydreamed about being able to ride with Reis while he was on duty.

For the most part, the closest he had come to that reality was being able to watch Reis walk through the door every day in full uniform. Usually, that was enough; Reis was bloody handsome... and sexy in uniform. Of course, Reis was ALWAYS naturally both very handsome, and very sexy, but something about seeing his man in uniform seemed to consistently turn Marcus on like a switch.

Needless to say, Marcus loved everything about Reis. He was a teddy bear, usually; However, something about his dominant, aggressive side that rarely ever showed through was equally attractive. It was hard to deny that that had to be a part of the reason he relished the thought of seeing Reis on duty so much.

"Listen, here's the deal, buddy... I think it's obvious that you've had way too much to drink tonight, and I'm afraid I'm gonna have to arrest you for driving under the influence."

"Wh- but I already told you, man, I ain't been drinking!"

"Turn around for me, please."

"No, man, I ain't goin' to jail, I ain't drunk and you ain't gonna take me." The tipsy fox made a pathetic attempt to skirt past the officer.

"Stop."

"No, man, lemme go!"

"Don't do this... Hey!" Within a second, the fox had attempted to muscle his way past the cop, who responded curtly by grabbing the perp's shoulders, spinning him around and forcefully planting his upper body against the trunk of the car with a sharp thunk, pinning the suspect easily with one arm as he reached for his cuffs.

Marcus nearly gasped out loud, his stomach turning over. Spontaneously, a near-explosive throb coursed through his sheath, and in an instant he could feel the tip of his member brushing against the inside of his boxers.

Wow. Something about what Marcus had just seen seemed to REALLY agree with a certain part of him. Momentarily, his attention was lost to the program. Marcus began replaying that one image in his mind. He allowed his brain to marinate within that image, eventually placing himself in the position of the suspect, and his mate in the cop's.

Marcus pressed his face against the arm of the couch, using his back muscles to apply pressure, recreating in his mind Reis' arms bearing down on top of him and keeping him helplessly in place. Considering the wolfdog's incredible strength, were Marcus put in such a situation, he would be absolutely helpless to resist.

He rubbed his face into the fabric, and in one moment where he regained cognizance of reality, he became aware that he was beginning to thrust against his paw, squeezing and rubbing his swelling sheath through his boxers, causing a damp spot in the fabric where his cocktip was.

Marcus blushed lightly, having truly shocked himself at how randy he had gotten after simply watching a scene on "Cops." Not having made a conscious decision to paw off, he removed his paw from his crotch. On the television, the officer was in the process of directing his captive into the back seat of his cruiser.

Marcus rolled onto his back. He still found himself unable to ignore that image, so he crossed his legs, laid his head back on his paws, and entertained it for a bit.

***

Reis locked the door behind him, sighing as he stepped into the lit house. Reaching down and switching off his radio, he walked into the kitchen to see Marcus' head and large ears perked over the top of the couch in the living room.

"Hey, babe," said Marcus, peering at Reis, arm draped over the back of the sofa.

"Hey..." Reis replied, smiling, tail wagging a little. He unlatched the holster on his belt, taking out his .45 and laying it gently on the end of the counter before moving to join Marcus; This was routine, and there was no practical reason for it, but Reis wasn't in a hurry to fully unvest yet, and he never liked the idea of snuggling his mate with a loaded pistol on his person, for whatever reason.

Reis noticed that Marcus was naked as he lowered himself onto the sofa. This was common, and needless to say, quite the welcome sight.

Marcus scooched over, immediately draping his arms around the wolfdog's neck, planting his lips firmly against his cheek, and holding them there for a good few seconds, eyes shut in contentment. Reis wrapped his arm around the fox's back, rubbing his flank affectionately as Marcus buried his face within Reis' neatly trimmed mane.

"Missed you, Reis..." said Marcus softly, rubbing the other canine's chest through his shirt. Reis hooked a paw behind Marcus' ear, planting his own muzzle atop his mate's head.

"You too, Marc..." Reis lovingly scritched at his neck, his ears, his jaw, and his cheek. "How was work?"

"Heh... Boooorrrinnnnnnnng..." Marcus curled up, leaning his knees on Reis' thigh. "I can almost guarantee that you don't want to hear about it," he chuckled.

"Yeah, tell me anyway," insisted Reis, smiling, rubbing Marcus' knee.

"Jeez... Paper. Phone calls. Criminals. Paper. Paperrrrr..." Marcus groaned into Reis' shoulder.

"Heh... Sounds like my day... only with considerably more paper, it seems," chuckled Reis.

"I'm sure..." Marcus squeezed his mate's shoulders. "Y'know, I'm actually really jealous of you, sometimes."

Reis perked his ears. "Hmm? Why is that?"

"Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't ever worry about you; It is a dangerous job, after all... But, I mean, it's so much more interesting, and... should I say, attractive than what I do."

"But... I mean, you like your job, though, right?"

"Of course I do... It's what I've wanted to do since I was pretty young, but... I mean..."

"Well, that's good, because that's what matters. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Marcus, no matter what you do for a living... Lawyer, cop, janitor, rapper, for fuck's sake... I guarantee it would be no less valued, or as you say, attractive in my eyes, so long as you're happy with what you're doing."

Marcus giggled.

"And besides, as a cop, I think I, of all people, know just how objectively important lawyers are."

"I know, Reis, but I can't help it. I mean, it's you." Marcus nuzzled Reis' shoulder, feeling the Mayfield Police patch against his cheek.

Reis was busy petting the fox's head, running his paw over his ears, folding them back alternately, when the television caught his attention. He grinned incredulously. "UFC, Marcus?"

Marcus opened his eyes to look. He hadn't switched the channel from Spike all day. "Well, I wasn't watching it..." He reached over and grabbed the remote, switching the TV off.

He tossed it aside once more, yawned, stretched out, and lay across Reis' lap, which proved somewhat awkward with Reis' accoutrements still around his waist. Reis continued petting the fox's face, admiring the softness of his fur compared to his own, coarser fur. Marcus stared up at the wolf, eyes half-closed in approval.

He moved his paw slowly up Reis' gigline, feeling his toned abdomen, his ribs, and his firm chest. He thumbed over the stainless steel nametag, pinned just above Reis' left shirt pocket, bearing the engraving NORTHCOTE. "Was watching 'Cops' earlier..."

"Yeah?" Reis grinned softly at the fox. Over time, Reis had learned to read Marcus' mind pretty fluently. He wasn't sure how, but Reis could always tell when Marcus wanted something that he wasn't yet outright asking for. It could just be sex, or he might have wanted something special from Reis, likely something sex-related.

Surely enough, when Reis glanced, Marcus' sheath was quite swollen, showing a couple centimeters of red at the tip. Reis rubbed Marcus' chest softly. "I was thinking baked chicken and asparagus for supper... You hungry?" He slid his paw down along Marcus' slim form, across his tummy, and eventually reaching his sheath, teasing it softly with his digits. "Or, ehh... You think dinner can wait?"

Marcus grinned, just a little bit lewdly. "I like the second option..."

"Thought so," said Reis with a knowing smirk. Marcus reached up, buried a paw in the wolf's mane, and coaxed him downward. Reis conceded, bowing over, touching his nose to his lover's for a second before kissing him in a most tender, romantic and loving way, folding the fox's ears back with his paw.

Without breaking the kiss, Reis shifted his arm to support Marcus' shoulders, slipping the other underneath his thighs, and stood, lifting the smaller canine with ease.

Reis carried Marcus to their shared bedroom, carefully maneuvering the both of them through the doorway so as not to bash Marcus' head or feet, before shutting the door with his foot. Once they reached the foot of their bed, he carefully let Marcus down to stand on his own, so they could both embrace each other properly.

They locked lips once again, tongues flicking against one another as Marcus ruffled Reis' mane with one paw, the other tenderly grasping and stroking a soft ear, while Reis' paws explored the fox's bare backside, feeling the outline of his shoulder blades, his spine, and his ribs with one paw, the other groping at his rump and hips, coaxing them to grind softly against Reis' own, (seemingly) inadvertently smearing the crotch of his black pants with precum. Marcus could tell that Reis was every bit as ready as he was, as he felt something quite hard within the wolf's pants begin to press firmly into his lower belly.

With a little effort, Reis managed to wrench his paws in between the two of them so he could begin to unbutton his shirt, still without breaking their liplock. However, when he attempted to remove it, Marcus' paws moved briskly to his own in order to stop him.

"Hold on..."

"Hmm?" said Reis, licking his lips, perplexed, and already a little inebriated with lust.

"I like it," said Marcus, pulling the shirt back over Reis' shoulders and straightening it.

"What are... Aren't... Weren't we gonna fuck?"

Marcus giggled, blushing a little. "Well, yeah, but... I mean..."

Reis nearly laughed at this point. "Marcus, please don't tell me you wanted me to fuck you in uniform..."

"Well... kinda..." Marcus stroked Reis' cheeks with his thumbs, his expression turning into one of pleading.

"Dammit, really? How would that even work out? Besides, it's all black... Marcus, I really don't wanna stain it."

"It'll come out in the wash, Reis," said Marcus, smirking, with a you-silly-wolf tone of voice that Reis both hated and loved.

Reis sighed. He was positive that Marcus had waited all day to spring this on him, and that therefore he could expect to get absolutely nowhere by trying to deny him. It wouldn't be terribly comfortable, but Reis had the opportunity to get naked and fuck him every day, almost. Besides, Marcus now had his nose pressed right against his, locking him in a gaze that could seemingly get nearly anything out of him.

"Fine. Why not," he resigned, with a tone of half-annoyance, but also with another tender peck on Marc's muzzle.

Reis grabbed him and resumed their kiss, starting to push Marcus over onto the bed, but was interrupted once again with a push back and a muffled mmph.

"What?" asked Reis, with a conscious effort not to sound annoyed, feeling more than past due to rut.

"One more thing..." said Marcus, a light blush returning to his cheeks.

"Another one?" Reis sighed.

"Soooooo... Well, so I was watching 'Cops' earlier, and, well-"

"Holy shit, Marcus, you kinky son of a bitch..." Reis leaned back on his hips and rolled his eyes, laughing softly. "Absolutely not..."

"Oh, come on, do you even know what I was g-"

"Yeeeees, Marcus, I do."

Marcus scoffed, frowned a little, but his expression almost immediately sweetened as he once again pressed his nose to Reis'. "Pleeeeeease?"

**"No."

"Come on." The fennec pleaded once more, in that subtly submissive way that still somehow commanded Reis to answer. Generally in the way that Marcus wanted him to.

It was especially effective when he was naked.

"You can't be serious." Reis replied, exasperated. The reply was exactly what Marcus had been pushing for, of course. Not an agreement, but not a 'no'.

"What do I have to do, break the law?" The fennec smirked.

"As a matter of fact, yes!" Reis exclaimed, with a stern glare. "These aren't toys, Marc. They're tools of the trade. And I am NOT supposed to use them to fool around! If they found out, I could get written up."

Marcus rolled his eyes. "How would ANYONE know, Reis? Really."

"I would know." The wolfdog replied, but Marcus did not miss the waver in his voice.

Marcus smirked, stepping up against his mate's chest and running a paw slowly up beneath the un-tucked hem of his dark uniform shirt, quietly relishing in the way Reis's abdominals shuddered under his touch.

"You mean to tell me you haven't thought about putting me in those since you got them?" He asked, in that 'I know you better' tone Reis hated so much, because he really WAS always spot on, when he used it.

"When you're being an ass." Was Reis's annoyed reply, but the battle was already lost, and he knew it. And of course, so did Marcus. He always got that victorious smile when he won.

"Well. . . now's your chance." The fennec said with a dancing bob of his tail.

With a resigned sigh, Reis pulled the handcuffs from his belt, unlatched them, and held them out to the fennec. Marcus then proceeded to stare at him and the cuffs for a few moments of dead silence. . . expectantly.

"What now?" Reis huffed.

"You're s'posed to put them ON." Marcus said with a tilt of his head, as though that was obvious.

"Fine. Hold out your hands." Reis propped them open, waiting.

Marcus sighed, as though Reis was being exceedingly stubborn about something. The wolfdog was starting to get EXTREMELY frustrated. "No, not like that." Marcus insisted. "Like. . . for real. With the man-handling, and all that."

"Are you INSANE?" Reis demanded, muzzle agape. "Marcus, I am not going to put you down like an ACTUAL criminal. That will HURT."

"If it was that bad they wouldn't let you do it to people you arrest. Come on. . . I can handle it." Marcus chimed, with a coy grin. "Indulge me just this once. Please?"

Reis put his pawpads to the bridge of his nose, anticipating the headache this game would cause him if it went on much longer.

". . . come onnnnnn. . . ." a fennec cood in the background.

At long last, Reis let his paws drop, popped open one of the cuffs once more, and grabbed his mate roughly by the shoulder, spinning him around and shoving him face-first into the bed by the scruff of his neck.

"You are more trouble than you're worth, you stupid fox." He growled, holding him down, and snapping the cuffs first on one slender wrist, then the other. Vaguely, muffled against the sheets, he swore he could hear the fennec. . . giggling. "You are such a freak." He muttered, as the last cuff snapped on.

Marcus's tail swayed about happily, his self-indulgent chuckling only partially blocking out the sound of Reis fussing with something that sounded suspiciously like his belt, behind him. It wasn't but a few seconds before something VERY hard and very, shockingly ready was pushing up under his tail, the paw Reis wasn't using to hold Marcus down now shoving aside the floofy impediment.

"Where did THAT come from?!" Marcus yelped in honest surprise.

"Apparently this game agrees with me." Reis muttered, as he spit in his paw pad, doing just about the barest minimum to prepare himself. And it WAS the barest minimum. Marcus found himself arching from the first push, hoping the wolfdog was as heavy on the precum this time as he usually was.

"Ngghh. . . ." Marcus's legs pinned themselves back against Reis's thighs, his body utterly unable to move under Reis's one firm hand. "Baby, that may have been. . . excessive force. . . ." he finally managed to utter with that ever-present hint of amusement at the whole situation, and his own wit.

Reis just gave a content grunt of approval, as he pushed up deep into his lover. "File a report."**

"NNNnnnnghhh..." Marcus moaned aloud as Reis' sizable member burned its way through his insides with every forceful, uncompromising thrust. He bit his lip, biting back the urge to scream out. Reis bent over and braced his forearm atop the fox's shoulders, applying nearly enough of his immense weight and strength to be painful. Moreover, it was enough force that Marcus found he didn't need the support of his legs, which kept buckling under the overload of sensation that rocked his lower body.

Reis was already in up to his already-swelling knot. The burning sensation, the immobility of his arms, Reis' dominating and unshakable strength bearing down on top of him, and his general helplessness to resist against the massive wolfdog, had caused Marcus' full length to practically burst from its confines, bobbing underneath his hips and slinging precum against the bedspread as Reis pounded against his rump. Marcus had clearly wanted it rough, and it seemed at this point that Reis was considerably more than happy to oblige.

Reis didn't have time to think about what had overtaken him; All he could tell was that every part of him absolutely loved the position he was currently in. Reis yearned to ravage his lover... to dominate him. Reis had never much cared for that term, but he was steadily finding appeal in it.

It also occured to him that he was approaching climax at an uncharacteristic rate. His knot threatened to swell past being able to tie if Reis didn't get it in now, and Reis needed to be balls deep, now.

His whole body moved in waves, using practically every muscle with each hump. The brash intensity of his movements had rendered Marcus entirely silent in revelry, eyes glassy, his muzzle agape, tongue lolling out onto the bedspread, drooling by the bucket, seemingly. Reis bent over more, so that Marcus' bound paws rubbed against his abdomen. He slipped his left arm under Marc's, grasping his shoulder and pinning him even more effectively still, but also gaining crucial leverage in order to add even more power behind his hips.

After a few more quick, forceful thrusts, Reis planted his knot flush against Marcus' entrance. He flexed his arm, using all his strength to muscle Marcus' entire body back towards him, eliciting a breathy, wide-mouthed groan from the fox. Reis grit his teeth, growling deeply in both exertion and pleasure. His hips shuddered for a second, and the next, he was all the way in. Marcus gasped, and let off a shamelessly loud and lustful moan as he felt Reis' full mass suddenly lodged deeply inside him.

"Hhhhnnnnnnggg...!" Reis half-moaned, half-growled at the sensation of having the entirety of his cock fully engulfed by the fox, his balls just touching Marc's as they tightened. It took a huge amount of will not to clamp down on Marcus' scruff with his teeth as a few more pumps and tugs pushed Reis past his peak.

"HHhhhhhaHHH..." Reis huffed, pressing his forehead and muzzle into Marcus' neck as his cock was engulfed by his own spunk inside his lover. His arm slipped from atop Marcus' shoulders as he continued to thrust, causing his chest to fall sloppily against the fox's back. He now wrapped his arms under both shoulders as he continued to cum, humping lightly even as Marcus' inner walls held his member perfectly immobile.

By the time Reis' orgasm had finished, he felt as if his cock were swimming in its own fluids. He let his head fall between Marcus' shoulder blades, closing his eyes as he murred with contentment.

The sheer amount of force that Reis had used had shifted the both of them over a full foot towards the headboard; Marcus' hips were now flush with the edge of the mattress, his cock now pinned beneath him. Miraculously, Reis had also managed to keep his pants up throughout the entire rutting. He reached back, hooked his thumb into the waistband, and pulled both his pants and his boxers down along his thighs, letting them fall to the floor before gingerly stepping out of them.

As for Marcus, he almost appeared to be sleeping. His muzzle was still slightly open, his eyes were closed, and the only movement he made was that of deep breathing.

Grinning sleepily, Reis grabbed his key from his shirt pocket, unlatching the cuffs that had bound Marcus' paws behind his back, removing them and carelessly tossing them aside.

Reis wriggled his arms underneath the fox's chest, squeezing him, before using what was left of his energy to hoist the both of them entirely onto the bed. Half of Marcus' own massive load was still puddled and smeared on the bedspread, the other half matted into his crotch and belly fur.

Reis rested his head above Marcus', nestling his jaws between the fennec's ears, still unsure as to whether he had fallen asleep. He traced one of Marcus' slender arms, eventually clasping his paw.

"Tired, much?"

"Oh my fucking god, Reis..." Marcus exclaimed in a near-whisper, eyes still shut. "You out-crazy me, every now and then... Like, holy shiiiit, Babe..." Reis chuckled softly, feeling a subtle sense of victory.

"And you are just about the kinkiest lawyer I've ever known..." Reis was also coming to terms with how Marcus had, once again, despite all odds, managed to coax exactly what he had wanted out of him, and Reis again found that he was at odds on whether to love or hate that reality. "You know, it's never been any secret to me why that was your career choice, anyway," he said, with both admiration and a hint of vexation in his tone.

"Hmmm?" Marcus perked his ears, smirking.

"Well, for one, if you're as artfully manipulative and convincing in the courtroom as you are in the bedroom, I can imagine how you'd be a goddamn force of litigation..."

"Well, that's the general idea, yeah..." said Marcus with a cheeky grin, more satisfied with himself than he knew he ought to be. "Likewise, babe, if you handle perps like you-"

"I'd be in jail," Reis interrupted, taking his own turn to be a smartass.

"Pfff, c'mon, y'know what I mean..."

"Well, for one thing, you seemed to enjoy that a lot more than most of the criminals I've had to put down..." Reis ran his paw down Marcus' torso, using his nails to comb through his mate's soaked tummy fur.

"M- Most?" Marcus giggled incredulously.

"I haven't been a cop for all that long, but I can tell you it's a trip sometimes... But yeah, you're right; more than any of them."

"Alright, that's better..."

Reis continued to pet Marcus' abdomen, continuing to comb the fur out, semi-consciously trying to prevent the semen from drying solid, but it made Marcus murr deeply in approval all the same. Marcus once again shut his eyes. Reis clasped another large paw gently around the end of Marc's muzzle, admiring how the fox's ears, tail, and back muscles twitched when he smoothed over his whiskers softly with his thumb.

As far as Marcus was concerned, heaven was exactly like this; The man of his dreams both inside and around him at once, petting and loving him in places that only a lover could, content to share a bed with him for as long as a bed was needed. A tiny, elated whimper escaped his muzzle, and he couldn't resist giving the palm of Reis' paw a few soft, affectionate licks.

Marcus yawned and sighed into the wolf's paw. After a minute or two, he found himself passing in and out of consciousness. At least a couple times, he had begun to sink into sleep's watery embrace, but he felt himself continuing to resurface due to the overhead light glaring rudely down at him.

"Reis? Babe?" Reis inhaled sharply, having nearly fallen asleep, himself.

"Hmmmm?" he replied blearily, moving his paw to stroke Marcus underneath his ear.

"Do you mind getting the light, Love?"

"Ahh, sure..." Reis made an attempt to roll over, but heard a soft yip from Marcus and felt a sharp tug behind his knot, reminding them both of their predicament the second he so much as moved his hip muscles. "Well, maybe not..."

"Yeah, never mind, I guess," laughed Marcus. He draped a paw over his eyelids. "Shit, I really wanna sleep, though..."

"Hm..." Since cutting the light wasn't currently an option, Reis figured he'd find something to cover up with... Trying to fiddle with the neatly made (though now somewhat sticky) covers atop which they were lying would likely prove to be an unpleasant ordeal as well. They had already kicked the throw off the edge of the bed. Pillows seemed to restrict breathing ability...

Reis momentarily removed his arms from Marcus' body, and began to remove his unbuttoned black uniform shirt, remaining careful not to shift his hips unnecessarily.

"Wha...?" Marcus comlained sleepily of the sudden absence of Reis' embrace, turning his head backwards slightly.

"Hold on," said Reis. He took his time in wriggling his arms free from the sleeves, leaving his body bare once he slipped his paws through, save for his white undershirt.

Reis laid his head back down and draped the black garment over Marcus' face, then his own, creating an environment that was at the very least sleep-ready.

"Ohhh..."

"Yeah, I suppose this'll do for now. Not like it won't have to be washed, anyway," Reis noted, replacing his arms around his lover and pulling him back in. Marcus yawned, craning his neck a little to rub the top of his head against Reis' jaw. He closed his eyelids, breathing in deeply through his nose.

"I like it," he sighed in pleasure, eagerly taking in the addition that Reis' shirt brought to the plethora of unique scents swirling about the room that were distinctly, and unmistakably, Reis.

"I know..." said Reis, planting the night's last kiss between Marcus' ears before the two canines ultimately retired. Reis buried the digits of one paw in the fox's chest fluff, the other affectionately tracing his hip bone. Their legs intertwined themselves, squeezing and shifting against one another in an ongoing struggle to bring the two males even more indivisibly close together, relenting only when both lovers let their consciousness give way to much-needed sleep.

The question of supper was all but completely forgotten, as was that of who had ultimately dominated who that night. Marcus and Reis ended their day as they always had; together, as equal parts of a greater whole; as mates.