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"Trick or Treat!"

The young cubs held up their pails expectantly, and the adults picked and scooped small handfuls of candy, depositing them into each bucket. Dressed in all manner of outfits, cubs from every corner of town swarmed the streets for one of the most exciting times of the year for them: Halloween.

It was late into the night, and a pair of young boys stood outside a luxurious house, watching as a group of cubs took the candy from the adult residing inside and then hopped back down the porch, giggling and talking happily to one-another. They watched the group pass before effectively taking their place, striding up the path and onto the porch. The adults didn't even bother closing the door: they simply looked over the two cubs with a small smirk.

"Ed Elric and Roy Mustang, right? I love that anime." The man remarked and the two cubs grinned, glad someone recognised them. The smaller of the two, a white Arctic Fox, was the one dressed as Edward, sporting a black top and long, flowing red trench coat, with white gloves and green trousers. His counterpart, a Canadian Eskimo dog with brown and cream fur, sported the typical blue uniform and black jacket of Elric's superior and officer of the Amestrian State Military.

"Here you go." The man dumped candy into their pails, adding a little extra for their authentic outfits, before waving them farewell. They thanked him happily and made their merry way back down the path, staring into their pails.

"Wow, Arthur, we sure got a bunch." The fox, Pent, pointed out, glancing to his friend, who seemed to agree with him.

"That guy gave us extra, too. We're almost full." Arthur replied back, putting an arm around his friend's shoulder and squeezing him tight. The two of them were the best of friends, as it were: they met in school and have known each other for a long time. They regularly hang out after school and have sleepovers at each other's place. To that end, the amount of time they spent together meant that their friendship stemmed beyond a mere mutual appreciation of one-another. They've been dating, rather low-key, for some time now.

"Do you wanna keep going for a while?" Arthur added. "We could probably get more."

"Yeah." Pent beamed and leant into the canine for a moment, before they parted from each other and headed off down the street to the next house.

Their plan was relatively simple: fill up the pails as much as they could before it got too dark, then retreat to the safety of Pent's treehouse, where they could binge and hang out as much as they liked. It had already been decided that Arthur was stopping over that night: Pent wouldn't have it any other way.

By the time it neared 9pm, their buckets were growing full, and they knew they couldn't stay up much longer. School wouldn't start for another week, but Pent's guardian and older brother, Samaliel, was always rather strict when it came to sleeping times. Of course, he was a little more lenient around the holidays, but he would likely not let Arthur and Pent stay up past midnight, nor would he let them eat as much candy as they pleased. It was to that end that they planned to stay in the treehouse, out of sight of Pent's brother's gaze.

"I'm surprised how many people recognised out costumes." Arthur remarked absently as they made their way down the street, heading back towards Pent's house. It was barely a 5 minute walk, but the two boys took their time.

"It's a pretty old show," Pent added. "Most people haven't even seen it. Maybe people around here just have better taste."

That witty quip sparked a giggle between them, and they sped up their pace. The temptation of candy awaited them, and they were itching to get stuck in.

They strode up Pent's driveway and to the front door, letting themselves inside. The door had been left unlocked for them. The house was quiet, but Pent knew his brother was up.

"We're home!" The fox called throughout the house, stepping past the front door and letting Arthur inside as he shut it behind them. A bowl of candy sat on a small table in the hallway, half-full. It was likely for the other trick-or-treaters who came to the door.

"Welcome back. Don't stay up too late, okay?" Samaliel called from the living room, and Pent caught site of the back of his head, the older fox watching the television. It looked to be a horror movie, of some description.

"Okay!" Pent called back and ushered his boyfriend through, sliding open the patio door and stepped out into the cool night once more. The back garden was illuminated by a light overhead, showing the line of tiles that lead to the large tree at the far end of the yard. There, up in the thick branches, lay the silhouetted outline of Pent's treehouse, built with his own two hands, with the help of Samaliel and a few friends of course. He strode across the garden to the trunk of the tree and grasped onto the rungs of the makeshift ladder, climbing up. Arthur quickly followed him up and the two of them clambered into the relatively spacious treehouse.

Pent reached over towards the flashlight laying on the floor and turned it on, illuminating the room just enough for them to see what they were doing. The fox and his boyfriend moved to sit cross-legged on the wooden floor as the took of them looked into their pails. With a brief glance at one-another, they up-ended the buckets into the space between them, making a small mountain of candy. It was far too much for two cubs to eat in one sitting, but that didn't meant they couldn't try.

"The rich guys on the far side of town really gave us some good stuff. Whole twix bars!" Arthur rummaged through the pile and retrieved the most premium of goods. There was always a hierarchy with the candy: the best of the best were full-sized bars and packets, then the fun-sized portions, and then finally the single-wrapped candy that was typically cheap and bought in bulk. Pent dug his hand in and retrieved a small bag of skittles, breaking open the bag and emptying some of them into his mouth.

The two of them chewed in silence for a while, sorting out the pile in front of them, divvying and splitting it up equally between them. Neither of them were greedy, and were happy to share: it was that compassion for one-another that made them such a good fit. Once they'd finished, they had quite a lot to go through. As any young cub would, they decided it'd be best to put the cheaper candy back into the pale and begin with the best of the best.

Arthut shuffled and leant his back against the wall, and Pent moved towards him. The canine spread his legs apart and let Pent shuffle in between them. The fox pressed his back against the canine's body and cuddled into him, and Arthur hooked an arm around him, stroking the fox's stomach.

"These costumes are pretty stuffy..." Pent complained a little, squirming a bit. It was no wonder, of course: the costumes themselves were several layers thick. Arthur picked at the hem of Pent's costumed top, feeling the fabric between his fingers.

"Do you want to shed a few layers?" Arthur suggested, and Pent nodded, sitting forwards and slipping himself out of the thick red jacket, letting it slide past his shoulders. From there, he heaved the black top over his head to reveal a simple white T-Shirt underneath. Arthur watched him silent, before shrugging off the black jacket that hung by only his shoulders, without his arms through the holes. He popped the utton of the blue uniform and parted it, feeling the cool air against his warm chest. Unlike Pent, he only sported a thin vest beneath it all.

Pent shuffled a little and turned towards the canine, leaning against him from the side. The cub stroked the fox's stomach and squeezed his hip. Pent shuffled a little higher, until his snout was touching with Arthur's chin. The canine angled his head down, and it took very little effort for the two of their lips to meet in a sweet, gentle kiss.

Pent moved almost instinctively, shifting himself into a kneeling position in front of the canine, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders. Arthur pressed his lips a little deeper as his hands dipped down, sinking underneath the plain T-Shirt and stroking against Pent's soft white fur. The fox gently parted his lips and felt Arthur's tongue sliding against his mouth, brushing against his own.

Slowly, Pent moved away from the canine, shuffling backwards as he slid his hands down the cub's body. He moved lower and lower, until his hands were touching with the boy's pants. Instead of stopping there, however, he decided to move even lower, tracing his fingers along the cub's knee and towards his paws. He grasped his hands onto the heel of each of arthur's boots and tugged them off with ease, setting them aside to reveal the cub's socked paws. He rounded his hands over them, pressing his thumbs against the sole of each paw, where the pads would normally be. Arthur instinctively curled his toes when Pent began prodding at him.

The fox lowered his head, sliding himself onto his front as he pressed his nose against one of the paws, sinking his snout between the create of the cub's toes and his pawpad, where the musk might be the most potent the socks and paws themselves were completely clean, but Pent still enjoyed the scent, to a degree. His other hand openly stroked Arthur's other foot as he gentle nuzzled his nose into the other, groaning under his breaath. He could already feel his erection aching in his pants, prodding against his underwear.

He couldn't wait much longer than that. He hooked a finger along the band of the sock, around Arthur's lower leg, and slid it down, letting it past the heel. He pulled it up and over, teasing himself a little as he deliberately took his time with it, watching as, little by little, he revealed the paw to himself. The sock inevitably passed the pad, and then finally the toes. He stuck his tongue immediately and grasped the paw between his thumb and fingers, dragging his wet appendage up the length of the cub's toepads. Arthur curled his toes against the tongue and Pent felt the gentle scraping of the pup's claws.

"That feels nice..." Arthur murmured, reaching down the pop the button of his blue trousers as Pent closed his eyes, basking himself in the sensations and the warmth of his boyfriend's curling paw. He slathered each toe with spittle, sticking them into his mouth and suckling them sweetly as his other hand freely stroked and groped the other socked foot, feeling each toe splay and curl under his touch. Arthur slid down the zipper of his own pants nad revealed his bulging erection, tenting in his underwear. He stroked himself outside of his pants, groping over the mound of his erection and enjoying the sensations of Pent's tongue against his paw.

Pent's attention was thorough and meticulous. He showed affection to each toe in turn, before worming his tongue between each individual one, squirming and writhing as his nose caught the scents. He lowered his head and pressed the tongue against the canine's main black pawpad, rolling the appendage around and coating the pad in a thin film of spit. When he was satisfied he'd given it his full attention, he snapped his gaze up, looking at his boyfriend's flushed expression and bulging underwear. He shuffled forwards, crawling over Arthur's leg in such a way that meant the cub's paw would eventually meet with his crotch, whilst the other lay to the side. Pent reached his boyfriend's crotch and lowered his head, pressing his nose against his lover's bulge.

Arthur wordlessly reached up to place a hand on Pent's head, stroking his delicate white fur as the cub smeared his tongue against the cub's bulge. Arthur let out a shaky breath and tensed under the assault, watching as Pent lapped greedily at the length before dipping his head, sinking his nose down against the underwear and between the cub's legs, catching the potent scent of the boy's musk, the smell that embodied him and his crotch. A groan escaped the fox's lips and he dragged his mouth up again, sighing with pleasure. The warmth of his lover's hand against his head and cheek, the sensations against his own crotch and the scent of his boyfriend's length...it all made him so inexplicably happy.

"Wait," Arthur began, his breathing heavy and his cheeks burning with a blush. "I want to finish somewhere else, rather than...this."

Arthur always seemed to be a fan of one particular thing, and Pent knew what that was. The fox smiled sheepishly and he moved backwards, taking the red jacket with him and laying it out onto the wooden floor, for cushioning. He slid himself out across the length of it, laying on his front, and looked expectantly at his lover. Arthur eased himself from where he was sitting and shuffled over, sliding himself out of his pants as he went. Once he was undressed, he was only in his underwear and vest, but not for long. He wasted no time in pulling down his garments as well, revealing the 5 inch length of his knotted, canine cock.

Pent stared at it for a moment, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks, before Arthur began to circle him. The canine moved from view, but Pent immediately felt the boy's hands on him, stroking across his clothed back and towards the dark green trousers. He tugged at the waistline of the pants and slipped them down, moving them past Pent's hips and dragging the underwear with them. The fox briefly adjusted himself, feeling his knotted erection getting caught on the waistline of his underwear, but he quickly freed it. Arthur slipped the pants lower and lower, moving them past Pent's legs and off of his feet, taking the shoes with them. Now in nothing but socks and a T-Shirt, Arthur was satisfied the cub was ready.

Pent felt the weight of his lover atop him, felt the warmth of his cock probing against his rounded behind. Arthur's hands clasped and squeezed at the cub's cheeks before spreading them a little with his thumbs to admire the pink pucker hidden between. He angled his hips back and pushed them forwards, quickly snapping a hand to his cock to angle the length between his boyfriend's cheeks. Pent felt Arthur's cock sliding down against him and quickly muttered some words to guide him, until the taller cub found his pucker. The tapering end of his member probed against Pent's entrance, smearing droplets of pre-cum onto it, before he pushed against him.

Arthur sunk himself into his lover's behind. They'd done this many times before, and were effectively used to it by now, the sensations and feelings of sex now a part of their everyday life. Even still, they often kept this to a minimum, typically twice a week. Arthur always enjoyed himself when it happened. Pent felt his lover's chest pressing against his back and felt his mouth tracing along his neck. A sigh escaped Pent's lips and his innards squeezed around the canine's cock, clamping down tight.

Arthur's thrusts were gentle, methodical, and well paced. He kept a steady and simple rhythm, but rocked his hips deliberately, attempting to find the smaller cub's sweet spot. Pent groaned quietly into his arms and felt his own little cock throbbing down against the jacket. Soon, Arthur's thrusts began to speed up, his knot squishing against the cub's behind, pressing against him. The canine's tail fiercely wagged and gentle whimpers escaped his lips. He must have already been rather pent up to already be this close.

The fox pushed his hips back, and Arthur thrust down with a degree of force, popping his knot into his lover's behind. Instinctively, Pent's insides spasmed and squeezed, tightening around his boyfriend's knot and inadvertedly milking it rather fiercely, his pucker tugging on the knot every so often. It was that sensation alone that drove Arthur over the edge. The canine whimpered against his lover's neck and peppered him with kisses admist his whines and gasps of bliss. His cock throbbed and pumped tiny strings of cum into Pent's behind, coating his inner walls with his seed and his love.

They panted and laid against each other. Arthur was clad in sweat, and Pent felt out of breath. The canine sweetly kissed along the fox's back and stroking his hips, before propping himself up, his arms trembling.

"Guys! It's getting late. Come in soon, okay?" Samaliel called from the house, and the two cubs perked up, eyes widening.

"Okay!" Arthur called back, with a voice steadier than he could have hoped for. He looked down at his cock, tied with the cub's behind.

"Soon means 20 minutes, right?" Arthur asked absently, and Pent couldn't help but giggle.

"Let's just eat more candy." The fox suggested, dragging a chocolate bar towards him, Arthur did the same, and the pair of them chewed thoughly, resting against one-another.