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Chapter 29

Theo would have died before his father found out he was another "needy and greedy" bisexual. Sade didn't hate tail chasers, but he didn't think much of them, and he thought even less of wolves who claimed to be attracted to both sexes. Sade was one of those wolves who believed bisexuals were confused or lying to themselves out of fear that they were homosexual. He looked at wolves like Loryn and Kel and sneered, but he liked and respected Kilyan and Keeno because they were straight. He believed that bisexual wolves were incapable of committed relationships.

For these reasons, Theo had tried desperately to hide his sexuality. He was not inclined to educate his father. He just wanted to be happy and avoid drama for once. He and Sade didn't get along as it was. To tell his father about his sexuality would have been the icing on the cake. But now, standing before Amrosa and Sade as the portal hovered behind them, Theo realized this was his chance to prove that bi wolves could be in committed relationships, to prove that they had the same odds of cheating as any other wolf with blood running hot through their groin. Being with Roan did not mean he was going to hunger for pussy, and had he stayed with Enya, he would not have been starving for cock. He would have missed whatever he was lacking in both scenarios - but not to the point that he would have cheated.

"It was just a kiss," Theo moaned when his father shook his head at him: Sade would not let him forget that he had kissed a female and enjoyed it. "If you'd walked in on me kissing some guy, it would have been no different. I acted regrettably in a moment of weakness . . ." It was hard to resist Enya when he'd had her before, basically. If the two of them had never had sex, he probably never would have kissed her . . . But sometimes . . . he missed the taste of her.

"Leave him alone, Sade," Amrosa said before Sade could open his mouth. She scowled at her husband. "You've done enough already, haven't you? Crying at your son's wedding! Crying like a baby because he didn't want to marry who you told him to!"

Sade glowered and averted his eyes. He was standing with his arms folded, and his pretty slanted eyes were angry.

Theo averted his eyes too, glad that Roan was not there to hear. Frightened that Sade would reveal what had happened, he'd asked Roan not to come when he bid his parents farewell. Whether he kissed a male or whether he kissed a female, cheating was cheating. Theo couldn't forgive himself for kissing Enya - and he wouldn't be able to stand it if Roan didn't forgive him.

Roan was not there, but Zaldon was standing nearby - just enough out of earshot that he wasn't listening to what was being said. He had naturally cast the portal, and with him stood Julyan and Ceara. Ceara had made a joke and the three of them were laughing. Kel and Aliona would have gone home by now. Everyone had: Theo's parents were the last to go. Sade decided to stick around longer in an attempt to convince Theo he was straight, that his love for Roan was a passing fancy, and that he would be sorry he had not listened to his father.

"I hope you enjoy your life in this village of . . . wolves," Sade said, rolling his eyes over the towering banana trees, the brick clay huts. Theo knew his father wanted to say something insulting, but he was holding back for his son's sake.

They were standing in the street, just outside Zaldon's house. Theo knew it was going to be a long walk back to his home - not because he lived far away from Zaldon's house. He didn't. But because Sade and Amrosa would be heavy on his mind.

"When things fall apart with that boy and you realize you like pussy, I won't say I told you so," Sade went on, looking at Theo a little sadly. "I'll just take you in my arms and hold you tight. Like I should have a year ago . . . when you first ran away." He swallowed hard.

"Will you hold me tight right now?" Theo said with a weak laugh. "And stop lecturing me for two seconds?"

Sade laughed too, not seeing it when his wife smiled at him sadly: Amrosa was just as pained by Sade's cold tolerance and lack of warm acceptance. Sometimes Theo thought his father embodied the "keep it in the closet" customs of the summer wolves to a T.

Sade drew Theo to him in a rough one-armed hug . . . but he broke down and suddenly hugged him tight. Theo hugged his father in return, smiling when the older male planted a hard kiss in his cheek.

"My boy," Sade said to Theo and stroked his mane. "You'll always be my boy. I'm sorry for this last year . . ."

"Stop apologizing, Dad . . ."

Sade pulled back. "I want to tell you . . . I want . . ."

"You love me," Theo said with a laugh: Sade hated getting emotional, and he hated saying "I love you."

"Yes," Sade said. He stepped back, watching Theo mistily. "Come on, Amrosa. Let's go home."

Amrosa came forward, and bouncing up on tiptoe, she hugged Theo tight. "I want you to know," she whispered in Theo's ear, "that even if I didn't accept - this - before . . . I accept it now. You're my baby!"

Theo's response was to squeeze his mother tight. Amrosa was trembling a little in his arms, and he knew she was frightened they wouldn't see each other for a long time. She hated not being able to visit for long periods, but after the ceremony, that was probably going to happen: Zaldon would need to rest after using so much magical energy that week.

"Are you still having a pup with that girl? The feisty one, not the blue one."

Theo blushed a little: he had spent the entire day trying not to think about that. Roan had dropped a hint at dinner the other night, saying as he stirred his tea that Enya would be a more suitable female than Yuri to carry their child. Yuri was out of her apprenticeship and would be working fulltime - what's more, it was dangerous to use magic when pregnant, and this fact alone made it more likely Yuri could lose their child if she wasn't careful. Enya, meanwhile, would be free to stay at home and rest, free of the dangers of magical energy coursing through her. Amrosa had naturally liked the idea, while Sade grunted and made no comment: Sade refused believe there would be a child until he _saw_one with his own mean black eyes.

"Yes, the feisty one," Theo answered, amused.

Amrosa drew back to smile at him. Her eyes crinkled up. "Good. I like her. She's got spirit!"

"You mean like you?" Theo teased.

Amrosa laughed. She kissed Theo on the cheek, "Farewell, my son."

Theo stepped back, watching happily as his parents took paws and walked toward the portal. They paused to wave at him a last time . . . then stepped into the light and were gone.

Theo spent the next five years living a quiet life of content with Roan - and making all his dreams come true. Theo's parents visited often, and though Sade did not have faith in his son's marriage, he remained civil enough toward Roan.

Theo was glad when Sade actually started to like Roan. Roan wasn't the best chef, but the fruits and vegetables he grew out in his garden were exquisite. Sade always appreciated food and was impressed by Roan's ever-expanding garden - much to Roan's delight. The two of them would fall to enthusiastically talking of the seasons, the process of weeding, trimming, and planting - and other boring stuff that Theo slowly backed away from.

Though determined to return to work as a warrior, Roan took the five years off - at Theo's request - to let his arm fully mend and to stay at home, improving his gardening capabilities. He tried to learn to cook from Julyan, but no matter what, Theo was always the better chef. Theo prided himself on a few secret recipes his mother had taught him, and no matter how tired he was after patrol each day, he always managed to help Roan cook supper at the fire.

"One day, we'll have a real house," Theo promised, "with a kitchen for you to make your grisly experiments in."

"Was that a _crack_at my cooking?" Roan sang, putting a sarcastic paw to his ear.

"If you cooked a rat, I'd eat it, babe," Theo assured him. ". . . you haven't cooked a rat, have you?" he added playfully.

"Theo!" Roan cried.

They laughed.

They were in the garden in the backyard of their home. It was Theo's day off, and they had spent it together . . . cleaning the house. Roan insisted, since he had so little help around the house to begin with. The day was almost ending, but their work was hardly done. There were many vegetables Roan still needed to pick. Theo stood over him, patiently holding a basket as his lover picked the ripest specimens from the neat rows of his garden.

Roan's muscular back and ass checks flexed as he squatted in the fading sunlight, and his soft grunts of effort were mildly arousing. Theo licked his lips. Five years of commitment, and he could proudly say the fine male squatting with a swinging dick beside him was his devoted husband. He smiled. All his.

"We don't need a bigger house, Theo," Roan said, grunting as he yanked up a carrot. "I'm happy with this house. I swear." He smiled at Theo to reassure him.

"I dunno . . ." Theo said, unconvinced. "I saw the way you stared at Enya and Yuri's house. Yuri's work as a sorceress really brings in the dough. She's been decking Enya out in fine jewelry . . . and making me look bad," he added under his breath.

Roan laughed. "Theo! You've given me a new ring every year, true to sun wolf custom - even if it meant sacrificing the things you wanted. You didn't have to do that . . ." He smiled at Theo warmly. "But you did! I couldn't ask for a better mate." He went back to harvesting, and Theo's eyes softened with affection as he watched.

It was true. Each year, Theo presented Roan with a new ring. With five rings now in his possession, Roan wore one on each paw - his wedding band and the ring with the blue jewel Theo had given him for their first anniversary - and the rest of the rings on a necklace around his throat. As he walked around the village with his lover, Roan drew many envious stares, and his heart would flutter with pride. Someone loved him deeply. That's what all his rings said.

"Maybe next year . . . a nipple ring?" Roan suggested playfully.

Theo frowned. "No. I don't want you piercing your tit, babe. I can't stand that . . ."

Roan stretched to get an onion, and as he reached for it, his tight body flexed again. He gestured without turning for Theo to lower the basket. He wanted to drop his armful of onions in, and he was reaching for yet another. The onion patch grew around a pretty white tree, the leaves of which were perpetually golden.

Theo swallowed hard. Roan had rejected his advances for the past week. Each night, he was tired. He wasn't in the mood. He . . . had a headache. Theo was going to explode. Staring at Roan's clenching ass with the hungry eyes of a predator, he quietly set down the basket, then lowered in a crouch behind his husband. Roan stiffened when he felt Theo's hard thighs wrap around him. Theo snapped an arm around Roan's throat and squeezed, his nostrils flaring to take in his scent.

"Theo . . . we shouldn't --"

"Why shouldn't we?"

Roan closed his eyes and lifted his face as Theo's nose nuzzled hot in his neck. His paw smoothed along Roan's hard thigh and to his soft cock. He gently started to fondle.

"A-Ahh!" Roan cried out. He stared at the sky with unseeing eyes as his cock hardened in Theo's careful paw. The onions fell from his grasp and scattered.

They sank forward as they squatted amidst the flowers and vegetables. Roan lost his balance and caught himself against the white tree. Theo followed without letting go. He grunted as he stiffened, and Roan blushed when he felt the soft slap of Theo's hardening cock on his back.

Theo locked his arm tighter around Roan's neck, kissing his cheek as his exploring paw smoothed to his ass. He took his paw away and growled softly, tearing something with his teeth. Roan heard a squirt and knew Theo had just lubricated his cock with one of the oranges from the basket.

"So many uses for oranges," Theo whispered in Roan's ear.

Roan didn't have time to respond: Theo's throbbing cock plunged. He choked as Theo filled him and his lashes fluttered. His black nails curled in the tree, tearing up the bark. Squatting in the dirt, muscular bodies flexing, they rocked against the tree until it rained golden leaves.

"Ah . . ."

"Oh, Roan . . ." Theo kissed his neck, his cheek, slowly and wetly. "Come in my fingers . . . ."

"Th-Theo! You're bigger than before! Did Yuri . . .?"

"Put a spell on my dick?" Theo said sheepishly.

"I told her not to do that!" Roan cried, almost angry.

"But it feels good, doesn't it?" Theo whispered. He drew his cock out a little, then slid it in, slow and deep. The juice squelched.

Roan's eyes hooded and his hard cock dripped. "Ohhhhh . . ."

"Mm . . . you smell good again . . . what is this you're wearing?" Theo sniffed his neck carefully.

"It's just me . . ." Roan said, blushing.

"Must be from spending all your time in the garden . . . your smell . . . it makes me so hard."

"Ah! Theo . . . deeper . . ."

Theo obliged, slowly sinking his fangs in Roan's neck as his cock slid in hard.

Roan's lashes fluttered. "Ah!" He reached back with a fumbling paw and touched Theo's hard ass as the bigger male humped him. His thighs trembled. It wasn't often that they fucked squatting. Now he knew why: it was a terrible strain on the muscles. He hugged the tree for support, gasping helplessly when Theo let go of his cock, grabbed his hips, and fucked him harder, faster.

"Ah - Ah - ah --!"

Theo nudged Roan's mane aside with his nose. He bowed his head against his husband's neck and suddenly grimaced. "A-Ahh . . ."

"Ahhhh!" Roan squirted, his cum slapping the tree.

"Roan!" Theo came and sagged.

The garden was filled with their heavy panting.

As their chests heaved, Theo dropped his face in Roan's neck and didn't want to let go. He liked the feel of their hard bodies pressing. He liked the clenching heat of Roan's tight ass on his cock. They squatted for a long pause, panting heavily as Theo showered his lover with lazy kisses.

"Again . . . later . . ." Theo panted after a while. "Over . . . the armrest . . . of the couch."

Roan laughed under Theo's lazy kisses. "The couch is your favorite, isn't it?" He laughed again.

"I like bending you over the armrest . . . I like your ass in the air."

"My parents sit on our couch when they visit!"

Theo snorted. "I'm sure I've sat on many a chair that Kilyan fucked Lea over."

Roan squeezed his eyes shut. "Theo!"

Theo smiled mischievously. "Sorry, babe. Come on . . . let's go sit on the couch a minute. I promise I'll come out here and get the food we spilled later."

"You had better!" Roan scolded playfully.

Theo finally eased his cock out, and Roan winced, crying out as the large organ forced his anus to pinch shut hard. He tried to get to his feet and stumbled. Theo laughed: Roan had a limp from their lovemaking.

Wanting to spice up their sex life, Theo had sheepishly asked Yuri to put a spell on his dick. It was now slightly bigger when soft - and huge when he was aroused. He paid for her services, of course. He was too proud to take something for free, even from a friend.

"It was good, though, wasn't it?" Theo said, sweeping Roan easily in his arms. He rubbed his nose against his and kissed him tenderly.

Roan rested his head on Theo's shoulder, tired and content. "You didn't have to ask Yuri . . . I liked the size it was before . . ."

"I didn't," Theo said. He turned and carried Roan away into the house. They passed under the hanging paper lanterns - something Roan had wanted desperately and which Theo surprised him with later - and into the sitting room.

In the last five years, the sitting room of Roan and Theo's home had changed slightly. As Theo began to earn trade beads, he was able to fill the house with more furniture and trinkets. There was now a couch under the window, more bookshelves with books on them (for in his five years of off time, Roan had taken up reading), colorfully painted pots bearing plants, little corner tables with chairs, and baskets hanging from the ceiling that bore the usual in modest homes without kitchens: dishes, pots, deerskins for sitting around the fire.

Theo carefully set Roan on the couch and sat beside him.

"Really?" Roan said, lashes fluttering. He looked at Theo in amazement: before Yuri's enchantment, Theo's equipment had been more than adequate.

Theo put his arm around Roan and bit his lip. "Yeah," he admitted. "I never felt . . . big enough."

"I wish you'd talked to me about it. I could have told you the size was fine. More than fine."

". . . compared to who?" Theo wondered, a little suspiciously.

Roan rolled his eyes and dropped his head on Theo's shoulder. "I've never been with any guy but you. You know that," he whispered, rubbing Theo's chest.

"I know . . . I'm sorry. Roan?"

"Hmm?"

"Didn't you ever think about being with guys, though?" Theo wondered, as if it had only just occurred to him. "I know you were obsessed with Yuri," he added, and Roan smirked: Theo was still jealous after all this time.

"So I never thought," Theo went on, "that you cared much about males. I spent a long time believing you were straight, that I had a snowball's chance in a hot ass."

Roan laughed. "I thought about guys."

"Which guys?"

"I thought about you . . ."

"Really?"

Roan nodded against Theo's shoulder and snuggled closer. "I didn't really understand what was happening to me . . . you would be near, and this tingling would start." Roan closed his thighs as if remembering.

Theo was sitting with his hard thighs apart, and his cock and balls touched the cushion. He slid Roan's legs over his thighs and pulled him up on his lap.

"Tell me more," Theo whispered, pulling Roan close. He lightly rubbed his nose against his, then kissed his neck.

Roan shivered under the kisses. "Theo . . . it's embarrassing."

"But I like hearing that you wanted me. Especially when I spent so long wanting you." He smiled into Roan's eyes, and he looked so handsome in that moment, Roan sighed and shook his head.

"How did I _ever_not notice you?"

Theo laughed weakly. "You tell me."

Roan happily dropped his cheek on Theo's shoulder. "Theo . . . I've been meaning to ask you something all day."

Theo groaned. He knew exactly what Roan wanted to ask. The furtive looks. The hesitant touches and stares. And the nursery that kept looking more and more like it belonged to a puppy that didn't even exist yet. Last month, they painted the nursery lavender, just as Roan had wanted. Theo thought he was simply placating his lover. Little did he know Roan was going to propose that he . . . and only a month later.

"One more year?" Theo begged. He touched Roan's cock and kissed him slowly on the lips. "Please?"

Roan shook his head. "Uh uh. That won't work," he said, brushing Theo's paw off. "You _promised_me and Yuri that --"

Theo groaned again.

"-- the four of us would have a child!"

"But . . ." Theo protested feebly. He saw the adamant fire in Roan's green eyes and secretly withered. There were some moments when Roan truly looked like Aliona. This was one of them.

"Today is Yuri's day off too," Roan went on briskly. He rose from Theo's lap and pulled him up with him, dragging him down the hall and to their bedroom. "Yuri gets so few days off, and she wanted to be there when the two of you - to make sure you don't --"

"-- enjoy ourselves?" Theo said with laugh.

Roan glanced at him irritably. He went to a shelf under the window and bent down, collecting jars of lube. He turned to face Theo and shoved an armful of the jars in his chest.

". . . .or maybe you _do_want us to enjoy ourselves," Theo said weakly. He stared at the flavored bottles of lube: apple, banana, strawberry, peach - Theo laughed when Roan snatched the peach back.

"No, these aren't for enjoyment," Roan said, grabbing Theo's shoulder. He marched him back up the hall. "They're to make sure your cock can get in and get the job done."

Theo squirmed miserably, trying not to blush. "Roan . . ."

"They should be waiting for us," Roan went on, brisk as before. He opened the front door and pulled Theo out after him. The door shut behind them as they hurried down the stairs. "Yuri and I need you to get in and get out. I want to be home before supper --"

"Oh god." Juggling the clicking jars of lube as they went at a quick pace, Theo rolled his eyes to the sky. So he was supposed to pound Enya for ten minutes, wham, bam, thank you ma'am, and abruptly leave . . .

Roan glanced at his husband, amused. "What are you moaning for? You've fucked her before!" he cried, sounding a little irritable.

Down the street, Yuri and Enya's house came into the view. Theo dreaded knocking on the door, but his heart skipped a beat when he realized he didn't have to: Yuri was standing on the steps. Her paws were on her hips and she looked irate. Even though it was her day off, she was clad in the attire of a sorceress: a silky white top that criss-crossed over her generous breasts. She waved an impatient paw and her tits jiggled, her mane flowed around her on the breeze.

"There you two are! Hurry up! I've got Enya wet and aroused for it!"

Theo wanted to sink into the ground and die as other wolves sitting on their steps laughed heartily. He winced. "You and Yuri are so practical about it --"

"And what should we be?" Roan said over him. "You and Enya are having unfeeling, unthinking, procreational_sex." He halted and studied Theo with narrowed eyes. "You don't have _feelings for her, right?"

"They're _friendly_feelings," Theo insisted, wishing they had put all the damn lube in a bag at least.

Roan didn't seem convinced, but he grabbed Theo's arm and hauled him on. They approached the step, and Theo saw Yuri make a face.

"What's all that?" she demanded, waving a paw at the lube in Theo's arms.

"I thought she might need . . ." Roan nodded meaningfully.

Yuri snatched a jar from Theo and narrowed her eyes to read the label. "Banana. Yes, Enya will like banana." She looked at Theo seriously. "Have her lick it off your penis so it's nice and hard." She looked at Roan when Theo blushed miserably. "He should have been hard before he came, just to get a head start."

"He would've been . . . but . . ." Roan cleared his throat sheepishly.

Yuri rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh, Roan! You two weren't supposed to have sex all week!"

Theo looked at Roan incredulously. "Is that why you've been holding out!"

Roan avoided Theo's eye. "Maybe if you hadn't put a dick spell on him!" he said to Yuri.

Yuri shrugged. "The spell not only made him larger, it made him more fertile."

Theo's eyes widened. "What!" He looked at Roan and Yuri as if they'd lost their minds, but they were so calm about it all! "If Enya pops triplets, I'll kill you both!"

"It just increased the odds of fertilization - of a single egg," Yuri said with another shrug.

"See? It just made your little troopers more inclined to swim," Roan said. He jerked his head. "Now get in there!"

Theo cried out when Roan and Yuri grabbed him and frog-marched him into the house. They forced him without pausing up the hall, the jars of lube still jingling in his arms. He could smell supper cooking over the fire, and Yuri seemed eager to get back to whatever meal she was presiding over.

Roan sniffed the air. "What spices did you use, Yuri?"

Yuri smiled proudly. "Just a dash of pepper. It's my own special stew!"

They continued talking as casually as if Theo was not about to enter the bedroom and fuck Enya to get a kid! His arms were trembling a little as he thought of it. Since that time in the forest six years ago, he had thought with guilt of the warmth of Enya's tight pussy. He had taken her virginity . . . no girl had ever fisted her.

They paused outside the bedroom door, which was closed. On the other side, it was quiet. Theo's ears pricked forward as he sniffed: but he could smell Enya. He could smell her wet pussy . . . and Yuri's spit on it.

Roan took the jars of lube from Theo, and Yuri pressed the banana flavored jar in his chest.

Roan pecked Theo happily on the lips. "Get in there!" he said.

"And make us a puppy!" Yuri added. She grabbed Theo's shoulders and hurled him through the door.