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While the others settled in, Jack leaned against the door frame, simply surveying the scene. Dante, ever the gracious host, had stocked the basement with blankets, heaping bowls of candy and popcorn, sugary drinks, and days worth of horror films. The basement itself smelled like mildew and old wood, and the plentiful cobwebs were difficult to ignore. Ancient ceiling lights emitted little more than a faint glow. It was the perfect spot for Dante’s yearly horror movie marathon.

Dante hadn’t invited Jack. But this was the first year he hadn’t specifically texted the wolf not to bother showing up. Jack took that as invitation enough. After their breakup, the pair had only interacted out of obligation or coincidence. They’d said polite hellos at neighborhood gatherings and the occasional encounter at Dante’s coffee shop. Whenever Jack tried to initiate conversation, Dante would shut him down or walk away entirely.

There was something annoyingly deliberate about the way Dante avoided Jack as he passed out drinks and snacks to the younger ones, without offering the wolf so much as a hello. Not even a glance towards the wolf. He wished the doberman would just give him the smallest sign of acknowledgement. Even if it was just a ‘Fuck you’. Jack tried to catch the dobie’s eye, but Dante was too clever to look at Jack, to allow him the slightest entry. He’d always been too good at keeping the wolf on the outside.

All four teens were used to the annual routine. Like Jack and Dante, they were dressed in their coziest pajamas. The girls were already bickering over which movie to start with while the boys were busy constructing a blanket fort. They were high school seniors, practically adults, but in some ways they were still just kids.

The wolf settled in as well, sinking into the worn down couch and pulling a thick blanket over his lap. The teens got themselves into prime movie watching positions too, keeping their sweets and soda cups nearby. The girls tucked themselves into sleeping bags, prepared to hunker down for the night, and the boys hid under their formidable fort.

“Alright everyone. Welcome to the ninth annual Doggone Avenue Halloween Movie Marathon Extravaganza,” Dante called out. He flicked off the overhead light and stepped in front of the television, holding a DVD in each hand. “A very important decision awaits us. We must choose between Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Scream.”

The following vote was a tie. Gabriel, Dante’s younger brother, managed to convince one of the girls to switch her vote to Texas Chainsaw. Dante took his cue and popped the DVD into the player. The movie hooked the teens right away. They talked amongst themselves, trying to predict every jump scare, and discussing what they would do if they were being chased by a cannibal serial killer.

Although the movie was engaging, something else drew Jack’s attention. Dante, who plopped himself down mere feet away across the couch. They hadn’t relaxed like this together in years. The dobie looked like he hadn’t aged a day. Dante maintained a goatee on his well-defined face. A small gold ring adorned his nose, pierced through the septum. Jack wondered how many other guys knew about the matching rings on Dante’s taint and ball sack that were oh so fun to tease. He was beefy too, which was impressive for a typically slimmer breed. It made sense though. The dobie was one of the few dogs Jack had met who could match his stamina in the gym.

The doberman snacked on a bowl of butter drizzled popcorn, also snuggled under a blanket. He stared straight ahead at the movie, ears perking as he listened to the teen’s conversations. Id Dante wasn’t going to pay the wolf any attention, he’d have to take it. Jack stretched his legs under the blanket slowly until his big toe made contact with the hairs on Dante’s outer thigh. The contact was barely a graze, but it was enough to make the dobie clench his jaw. His expression remained solid, still stoically watching the movie. Jack would have to try harder. He’d spent years learning how to break the dobie down. The wolf inched closer, placing the ball of his foot and toes on Dante’s skin. Breakthrough. The dobie looked at Jack, his eyes sharpened into a glare.

“Cut it out,” the dobie mouthed, his voice nothing more than a slight hiss. His eyes lingered a moment longer before returning to the movie.

Jack raised his hands in mock innocence. He stopped, but left his foot where it now sat. Dante’s leg twitched in palpable discomfort, but the dobie didn’t move his leg either. Jack wiggled his toes every couple minutes, just enough to remind the dobie they were there.

Eventually, Jack grew bored of the small provocations. It wasn’t enough. How much further could he push? Jack stuck his foot out all the way and placed it in the dobie’s lap. The reaction was immediate, if subtle. The dobie’s body went rigid, and his brown brows knit together in irritation.

“I’m not doing this right now,” Dante whispered harshly. He bared his teeth in warning.

“So you’ll do it later?” Jack teased.

Dante’s eyes flashed in anger. “What’s wrong with you?”

Jack shrugged. He pressed his heel down with intent, rubbing it against the dobie’s crotch. He grazed against something hard. “Just wondering if you’re still mad, babe.”

“You’re sick. Get away from me,” Dante spat, cutting through the noises on the television. One of the girls glanced back, frowning at the two. Under the heavy blankets, it was impossible to tell that Jack had his foot in Dante’s lap. She turned back to the screen. Dante followed her lead, directing his attention back to the movie, his eyes darker than before.

“Did you miss me?” asked Jack innocently.

“Jack. Stop,” Dante whispered, his voice tight. The wolf had always been good at skirting the line, knowing just how far he could go. Dante was close, so close to breaking. All it would take was one more little push.

Jack twisted his foot and used his toes to grip the erect penis under Dante’s pajamas. He only got one stroke in before the dobie’s hand grabbed his foot. His foot was shoved to the floor as Dante stood abruptly.

“I’ll be back,” the dobie announced to the room. His voice was once more light and airy, any hint of frustration buried deep down. “You guys need anything? Refills?” The teens shook their heads, still working on their first drinks. The wolf’s eyes followed the dobie’s back as he left the room. Jack waited a minute, and then made a quiet exit, ignoring a curious glance from Gabriel.

The first floor hallway was much quieter. The wolf padded softly down the carpeted floor to the bathroom. The door was ajar. He creaked it open to find it empty. Of course, the wolf thought. Dante wouldn’t choose the bathroom. Not in his own house, where he had a bedroom to escape to. Jack continued up the stairs down another hall. On the far end, a sliver of light shined through a crack in the door.

Dante’s room.

Jack didn’t hesitate. His mind was already made up. The wolf swaggered in and shut the door behind him.

Horror movie memorabilia and merch from dozens of concerts filled every nook and cranny in Dante’s room. Layers of posters coated the walls. Shelves held figurines, likely from movies Jack had never even heard of.

Before Jack knew what was happening, Dante was already upon him, hooking fingers around the hem of the wolf’s pajamas and yanking them to the ground around his feet. Jack followed along. The dobie needed this. Bad. Jack was happy to provide. The dobie rubbed the wolf’s hips. It had been years since he felt those soft hands on his skin, and he relished every moment. The sensations were electric. Those tender hands moved to something more interesting. The wolf’s cock. One dobie hand gripped the lupine shaft while the other cupped his balls, rolling them around in their sack.

“That’s a good doggie. It’s been so long since you’ve had my taste in your mouth,” Jack praised his ex boyfriend as the dobie took his member into his maw. Dante’s warm muzzle was ecstasy. In the time since their breakup, Jack had never found another mouth like it, although he damn well tried. The dobie suckled that shaft deep into his mouth, letting it glide past his uvula to hit the back of his throat. His nose pressed against Jack’s bushy pubes, having swallowed the wolf entirely. Dante gagged, but pushed through. Just like old times.

Below Jack, the doberman sucked cock like his life depended on it, excitedly lapping up the taste of his ex mate. The wet sounds of Dante slurping away at the meaty shaft was music to the wolf’s ears. Jack had wanted this for so long. There were so many nights he’d jacked off, fantasizing about the very image before him. Now that the moment had arrived, he wanted something else.

Jack pushed Dante off and stood back. The dobie looked so adorable down there, with his puppy dog eyes and a dribble of spit that clung to his whiskers. Nothing at all like the big strong doberman who had bared his teeth at the wolf earlier.

The wolf twirled his finger in the air. A signal from days past. He was pleased to find the dobie remembered its meaning.

Dante dropped his pants and laid back on the bed, lifting and spreading his legs in a beautiful display of submission to the wolf. An engorged canine dick flopped out of Dante’s thick sheath, with furry balls hanging beneath. It was salmon pink, unlike the wolf’s angry red shaft. An equally pink tailhole sat even lower, tightening with each of the dobie’s movements. It winked at the wolf, begging for contact. The wolf gave it what it wanted.

Wet tongue met furry hole, muzzle whiskers teasing the inside of the dobie’s crack. The wolf slurped his broad tongue along the dobie’s entrance, letting it pass over his puckered hole up to the taint where it flicked over a thin golden ring pierced into the skin.

The wolf’s teeth chattered together in arousal. It was an ancient biological instinct, one that feral canines used to indicate their interest in a female. It was often brought on by a bitch’s scent. Jack remembered the first time the dobie had heard his teeth clacking. The first time he’d bent the dobie over. The dobie had jumped back in surprise, eyes wide and fearful like Jack had tried to bite him. Jack explained the trait to the dobie, how most dogs had lost the response over time. Wolves though, like him, had kept the vestigial adaptation over the years.

Jack zeroed in on Dante’s hole, lapping at it and savoring his ex boyfriend’s fleshy taste. He shut his eyes and wormed his tongue as deep as he could into the dog’s body. Dobie balls rested on the wolf’s nose, flexing in unison with the dobie’s pucker. Jack brought his hands to each cheek and spread the fuzzy cleft apart further for perfect access.

A pool of saliva drooled down the dobie’s crack to a wagging tail nub. The wolf hungrily made out with that muscled ring. He wedged his thick tongue fully within Dante’s confines. A moan told Jack that it’s slimy length had reached Dante’s prostate. He wriggled his tongue tip back and forth along it. He looked up, watching Dante’s every reaction as he tongue-fucked the muscled ring. Just as he expected, the dog was lost in pleasure, lolling his head back and stroking his dick.

Wasting no more time, the wolf broke the seal of mouth to ass with a wet squelch. He crawled on top of Dante until he was face to face with the doberman. Their leathery noses touched together. The wolf pressed his lips along the doberman’s neck, softly kissing a line from ear to shoulder, playfully nibbling along the way. All of it made Dante writhe under the big wolf more and more

Jack’s blunt cock tip slid down Dante’s crevice, catching at the dobie’s entrance. The wolf used it to prod and tease, but not quite enter. He enjoyed making the dobie wait. Jack had waited. The last few years had been lonely. The wolf had gone through a few boyfriends and dozens of hookups since Dante, but none of them had compared to the raw chemistry between the wolf and dog. It was time to make up for years of intimacy lost.

“Condom?” Jack asked between kisses. He knew the dobie was mindful about safer sex practices. Always vigilant about getting tested every three months, and preventative medications despite Jack’s insistence it wasn’t needed. Dante even made the wolf come with him to get tested a couple times per year. But today was different. Dante needed the wolf bad.

“Just fuck me, Jack,” the dobie said, wrapping his legs around the wolf.

“Figured. I just wanted to hear you say it,” the wolf snarled in delight. His fat tip pressed against the ring, dipping half an inch into Dante’s warmth. “Beg for me. Tell me you need it,” the wolf instructed.

A glint of anger flashed in Dante’s eyes. The dog’s walls had been broken down and they both knew it. Dante blinked and set his jaw. His face softened and he looked up to Jack’s smirking face.

“Please, Jack. I need you in me.”

The wolf sighed and looked away, pulling his hips back. “Doesn’t sound very sincere. I guess I can just go back downstairs, finish the movie.”

“Goddamn it Jack,” Dante said, rolling his eyes. “I want you to fuck me just like you used to, like nothing else in the world matters. I want you to knot me, and I want to feel your cock throbbing in me while you breed me. Is that enough? Are you happy yet?”

That was enough for Jack, who responded by thrusting his hips forwards in one firm motion. His cock head squeezed into Dante’s butt, pushing deeper than before. Dante yelped. The pair gripped onto one another as the wolf invaded the dog’s warm passage. Jack laid his weight onto Dante, spreading the dobie’s legs further apart. The rocking motion continued as the slick lupine length buried itself up to the knot in the black and tan rump, eliciting another tight clench.

Amazingly, Dante’s ability to stretch hadn’t changed. Jack nuzzled his face into the dog’s neck, letting his hand wander to caress the other side. Goosebumps rose where his fingers traced. He suckled hickies along the vulnerable area. The wolf shuddered, his teeth chattering around the skin of Dante’s neck. The rush of tight muscle relenting around his engorged member coaxed an ooze of precum into the dobie’s tunnel.

Jack pounded his ex boyfriend mercilessly. The dog clearly enjoyed it, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. The thrusts rubbed Dante’s rock hard shaft between their soft bellies, eventually coaxing it to a messy climax. Jets of sticky fluids splurted between them, letting Jack know that his doggie had cum. The back and forth motions rubbed jizz deeper into their fur. Despite the orgasm, the dobie’s cock stayed full mast.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” the wolf muttered into Dante’s ear. “Like it was meant to be there, right baby?” he said, knowing he lost the right to call Dante ‘baby’ at their breakup. It didn’t matter though. Jack figured he’d have the dobie calling him daddy by the end of the week.

Jack rested this entire weight on the dobie, fucking in short shallow thrusts. Wolf knot parted Dante’s ass further and further with each rough slam into his belly. Cum boiled in Jack’s hairy balls, threatening to release their load as they banged against Dante’s tail like a door knocker. The dobie wrapped his muscled legs around the wolf and pulled him in with every stroke. It only took a couple more thrusts for the softball sized knot to plop deep inside and start pumping.

It was hot and wet inside the dobie. The perfect place for the wolf to unload his virile seed. Streams of spunk gushed into the dog’s tunnel, filling it up to capacity, overflowing onto the wolf’s balls. Still, Jack kept cumming. Pearly white ropes shot from Dante’s cock as he reached a second climax. The ex boyfriends rolled through their orgasms together, taking pleasure solely from each other. The wolf groaned into the dobie’s neck as he ground his full knotted length against the cum soaked inner walls, pounding the final spurts of cum inside. Dante’s nubby tail swiped against the wolf’s balls with each wag.

The pair basked in their afterglows. Jack licked at the hickies. They were hardly visible under Dante’s dark fur.

The wolf pulled out slowly, letting the dobie feel every inch drag against his cumlogged tunnel. Finally, the tip popped out. Dante’s open, empty ass stared back at Jack. The wolf loved how loose the dobie got after sex. It made him feel big. Powerful. Masculine, knowing he’d marked the dobie not just in seed, but in the very shape of his body.

The wolf bent down, bringing his face between Dante’s outstretched legs. If the dobie’s hole was perfect before, it was absolutely divine now. Before, the dobie hid a tight spotless pucker between his cheeks. Now, he had a swollen, slightly gaped hole that drizzled the wolf’s thick cream.

Dante barked in pleasure as the wolf reentered his leaking hole with a rough tongue. It was difficult to see in this position, but Jack knew the dobie was stroking himself by the way those plump dobie balls bounced on his nose. The wolf steadily cleaned the dobie’s rump of his own emissions, slurping up pools of his essence that had pooled in Dante’s guts, and sucking down gulps of his and the dobie’s juices. He ate like he needed it to survive, continuing minutes after a series of jolts from the dobies body told him that his dog had reached a third orgasm.

Only after Jack had licked up every trace of cum he could reach did he scoot back and catch his breath.

“You’ve really got to let things go,” Jack said softly. “We could have this again every night.”

Dante snapped his head towards Jack, his anger renewed. He growled low and rough beneath his words. “Are you fucking serious? You can’t just let us have one good moment?”

“Come one, we just did. We’re good together, even you have to admit that,” said the wolf, his grin faltering.

The dobie didn’t answer right away. He pushed himself off the bed and pulled his shirt back on, the fabric stretching over his wide chest. Every action was quick and efficient, like he was running late for work. “I didn’t invite you. You shouldn’t have come.”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t come, so I figured-”

“Honestly Jack, I’m over you. I just didn’t remember to disinvite you this year because I don’t think about you.”

Those words stung harder than Jack expected. He felt his power over the doberman slipping. “Clearly you’re not over me, Dante. You spent like half an hour on my dick while missing one of your favorite movies. You know I’m right.”

Dante’s face softened, the hard lines of the dobie’s jaw relaxing every so slightly. His eyes held something different. Something like pity underneath the anger.

“We’re not boyfriends, Jack. Don’t act like we still are,” said the dobie quietly. There was no hint of malice in his voice, only resignation.

“I didn’t say we were.”

“And we’re not getting back together.”

Silence hung between them. The words stung the wolf’s heart, like they’d ripped open a long closed wound. The wolf unclenched his fists. He didn’t know he’d been clenching them. The tension eased from Dante’s shoulder, knowing he’d hurt the wolf.

“I did like being with you, for what it’s worth,” said Dante.

“Yeah. Me too,” said Jack.

Dante watched with his arms crossed as Jack silently redressed himself in cozy pajamas and a tank top. In the quiet bedroom, they could hear distant cheers from the teens, likely rallying the killer on as he murdered another victim.

“Maybe… We could hang out sometime though,” said the dobie. “Have another movie night.”

For the first time that night, Jack resisted the urge to push it. “Tell me the day, and I’ll be there.”

The canines snuck back to the basement. Each still buzzed with their afterglows though neither said a word. Gabriel shot a curious glance at Jack as he settled back in. The younger dobie furrowed his brows, glancing between the wolf and his older brother. The wolf returned a sly wink, then went back to ignoring him. As the movie reached it’s climax, Jack caught Dante’s eye. There was a faint smile on the dog’s face, a subtle but solid acknowledgement that hadn’t been there before.

Jack could work with that.