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Chapter Ten

Marcus

"This is nice."

Marcus glanced around the restaurant that Ralph had found. It was located in a smart hotel that was inside an old house in the middle of the countryside. "How does this compared to Threapleton?" he asked with a grin.

"The food is better," Ralph replied as he dabbed at his muzzle with a napkin.

They had both ordered salmon as a starter and it had been pretty good.

"Have you finished gentlemen?"

Marcus glanced up to see the waiter who was serving them. He was a cute otter, a few years younger than Marcus with a set of very deep blue eyes.

"We have," Marcus grinned.

He was sure the waiter's ears splayed a little before he cleared their plates.

Marcus turned back to Ralph who was fixing him a curious expression.

"You like him?"

"Well, he's quite cute," Marcus reasoned. "Nothing wrong with a bit of window shopping."

"I guess that's fair," Ralph chuckled as he took a sip of wine.

They were drinking a nice bottle of rose that sat in an ice bucket next to their table. Marcus reached over and refilled their glasses before grinning at Ralph.

"Did you and your ex ever window shop?" he asked, putting on an innocent tone.

"Not really," Ralph shrugged. "Are we playing the ask deep questions game again?" he added with a laugh.

"Would you like to?" Marcus asked with a grin.

Three elderly terriers took the table next to them.

"Better not," Ralph sighed as he glanced over.

"Oh, come on, it's better with an audience close by," Marcus grinned. "We keep our voices down and try not to laugh or look shocked."

He couldn't help but think there was something amusing yet charming about making the muscular and cool looking Doberman squirm or laugh with embarrassment.

"Was this a game you and your ex played?" Ralph asked.

"Is that a question stud?"

"Maybe."

Marcus wanted to come up with a witty response. Instead all he could think was it started as that, and then it turned into actually acting out some of the questions.

"Yeah, we did play the game," Marcus settled on. "So," he added, leaning in. "What's your opinion on doing stuff with other guys?"

"While you're in a relationship?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know to be honest," Ralph mused. "Gunnar and I never did that."

"Not your cup of tea?"

"We just enjoyed each other's company," Ralph reasoned, taking another sip of wine.

"That's fair I suppose," Marcus shrugged.

"Did you and your ex?"

We did, and then I caught Conor in bed with his ex.

"Yes," Marcus said, choosing to abridge that part. "But we had certain sacred things." Which he violated. To push that memory away, he glanced around the restaurant; the décor was very grand and most of the other canines were older. "What do you think of this place?"

"It's all right," Ralph grinned, showing Marcus his polished fangs.

"Not too old folksy?"

"Eh, sometimes old folksy is a refreshing change," Ralph said, keeping his grin up. "Especially compared to going out to places in London."

"Where was the last place you went to in London?"

"The Honey Pot."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"A gay club."

"Did you like it?"

"Not really," Ralph chuckled. "As soon as I stepped through the door I had people recognise me and want photos. Normally I'm obliging, but when I'm wanting to sit quietly with a gin and tonic."

"You weren't looking for cock?" Marcus grinned.

"Nope, but anyway in a grand old place like this, I don't get recognised as much."

"Um, excuse me, sorry to bother you two. Are you Ralph Rivers?"

Marcus turned to see a young Alsatian standing by their table.

"Yes, I am," Ralph said, flashing the Alsatian his trademark smile.

"Um, I was going to ask if I could have a picture, but as you're eating I just want to say I really love your acting."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," the Alsatian replied before smiling nervously and leaving.

"See, this is why you have to write books to become famous, you can go out wearing whatever you like or to whichever bar you want and not many people actually recognise your face," Marcus grinned. "So, here's a question for you. Have you ever received a blowjob from a fan?"

"No!" Ralph laughed, throwing back his head and showing off rows of pearly fangs.

Marcus couldn't help but suppress a laugh himself as the three elderly terrier's turned to glance in their direction.

"Have you considered it?"

"Maybe once or twice," Ralph mused, scratching his muzzle.

"What about that Shep, would you let him give you one?"

"Maybe I would," Ralph grinned. "Okay, have you given a fan a blowjob?"

"We keep repeating each other's questions!"

"I think that rule went out the window a while back," Ralph countered. "Go on, what's the answer fox?"

"How did you think I got a good publishing deal?" Marcus shot back.

"That sounds believable."

"Hey!" Marcus grinned.

Ralph simply responded with a smile before drinking more of his wine.

"Well, before our main course arrives I'm going to use the gents," he said, getting to his hind-paws.

"You know how to be romantic on a date," Marcus chuckled. "I'm joking of course."

He watched as the muscular Doberman made his way across the restaurant and grinned to himself. Hooking up with Ralph at the pub and now a dinner date in a nice hotel, things were going well indeed. Ralph passed the cute otter waiter who was setting a dish down on another table. Marcus couldn't help but grin. Having the Doberman was one thing, but the next step would be helping Ralph discover the joy of sharing as he liked to think of it.

Ralph disappeared from view and Marcus gently tapped his claws on the table.

As is the way with creating stories, he retreated into his head and began brainstorming ideas as they randomly came to him.

What if I pretend to kill Detective Forrest as a cliff-hanger, but bring him back for the next book?

A smile spread across his muzzle. It wasn't a new method by any means, but it was still certainly a good way to keep readers devouring the books.

Marcus kept mulling the idea over in his head as the otter set their dishes down. Marcus had gone for seabass while Ralph was having roast partridge with truffles. The food looked tasty, but Marcus was still in deep thought about the plot.

I'll make it very dramatic indeed!

"Anybody there?"

Marcus let out a small yelp as he realised Ralph was sitting down opposite him.

"I was off in my head."

"I thought so," Ralph grinned as he picked up his knife and fork. "That waiter on your mind?"

"Nope, story ideas, although I'll share that when we get back," he explained, leaning in close.

"I see."

"Although would you like to read my ideas and see what you think, you get a special preview before anyone else does?"

"This sounds intriguing," Ralph replied, raising an eyebrow, cocked his head and fixing Marcus the same smile that he had given him when he had closed the door on Frank.

"You have very readable body language," Marcus said. "But are those combinations of expressions a yes or no to reading the story?"

"It's my I already find you simultaneously amusing and a handful face."

"Charming, did your ex get that face?"

"Sometimes Gunnar did," Ralph said. A melancholic look briefly flashed across his eyes for a second before the Doberman's face lit up with another typical polished fangs smile. "And do I get anything else for proofreading it for you?"

Marcus let the grin creeping across his muzzle answer the Doberman's question.

"I was hoping it might be that. Oh, speaking of your writing, I also have news for you. While I was in the bathroom I got a call from my manager. A producer wants to screen test me for the role of Justice Force in the reboot they're about to make."

"Nice."

"I don't know if I'll be able to do it, if the current movie I'm working in is being pushed back thanks to all the shit that's happening, but I want to try it anyway. The producer really wants me for it. It'll mean going to my place in London for a few days."

"I can think of worse things to do," Marcus replied, working his smile on Ralph.

"So I guess now you've invited yourself along, we'll go to London together," Ralph said, waggling his nub. "Will the house be okay?"

"Oh yeah, Frank will look after it," Marcus explained. "Don't sweat it."

They cut up their food and ate in silence until their plates were clean. Marcus resisted the urge to go full feral on the food and savage it. He knew that type of eating in the establishment they were in would result in being asked to leave.

Another reason to prefer San Francisco where they didn't care as much.

"That was tasty," Marcus grinned.

"It was," Ralph agreed as he finished his meal.

"So, have you been to San Francisco before?"

"Vanilla questions now, huh?" Ralph chuckled. "And no I haven't, which is strange as I fly to LA a lot for work."

"Perhaps after London we should go along and sample what it has to offer," Marcus grinned. "I'd like to show you around."

"I can imagine what sample what it has to offer means," Ralph said wryly. "Let me guess, you tour all the bath houses?"

"Oh god no," Marcus laughed. "I was thinking relax outside in our swimwear, like we did this afternoon, with an actual beach or pool nearby and no falling sheds."

"That wolf had very quick reactions, I can say that," Ralph said. "More wine?"

"I never say no to wine," Marcus replied. "You know me."

"It's been two days and I can already tell what you're like."

"Good or bad?"

"A handful, which can be good."

"Meaning your paws find more than one place to roam?"

"Heh, there's no stopping you," Ralph laughed, showing off his fangs. "Oh and I'll get tonight."

"You sure, you got lunch?"

"I get food, you provide company," Ralph reasoned.

"Very well, I'm not going to complain or stop you," Marcus said, working his grin again.

Ralph responded with a grin of his own, albeit more domineering.

"And I'll show you whose boss again when we get home," he added with a playful growl as he shifted closer.

"After you've read my story outline," Marcus teased. "You made me wait earlier in the shower, two can play at that game mister."

Ralph smiled and rolled his eyes as he signalled for the waiter.

The cute otter walked over and Ralph requested the bill.

"Do you think he should join us, for what happens later?" Marcus asked, fixing Ralph a wink.

"And you wonder why you and your fellow vulpine fam have such a reputation?"

"Hey I never wondered that, and I was just asking," Marcus said, putting on an innocent tone and raising his paws.

"Sure," Ralph grinned as the waiter arrived.

Marcus watched as they spoke and he found his eyes roving between the two of them. The otter had a nice butt, not quite as good as Ralph's, yet it still looked very touchable.

The waiter left to get the credit card reader and Marcus fixed Ralph a smile as the Doberman turned back to face him.

"Something is on your mind," he chuckled.

"Oh yes," Marcus replied.

Although maybe not quite what Ralph was thinking.

The waiter returned and Ralph paid. They both stood to leave and made their way to the entrance.

"Ah shit!" Ralph sighed as they made their way out into the night.

"What is it?"

"I drank, and I drove us up here. We both drank. This is what happens when you become so accustomed to being driven around on a set. I'll have to call us a taxi."

"Don't worry stud, it's not too far."

"Not too far?" Ralph repeated.

"Nope, I can guide us."

"Okay, but if I pile us into a hedge I'm blaming you."

"Tsk, tsk, it's not like we're completely plastered," Marcus laughed.

"And if we get pulled over I'm saying you coerced me," Ralph said as they reached the car.

"A skinny fox versus a studly Doberman?"

"I'm an actor, remember, now get that cute little butt of yours in the car," Ralph instructed.

Marcus climbed into the passenger seat as Ralph fired the engine up.

They pulled out into a dark country lane and Marcus started to guide them.

"See, no one is about," Marcus said, putting a paw on Ralph's thigh.

"Let's hope it stays that way."

"For a muscly Dobie you're quite anxious."

"I just don't want embarrassing headlines," Ralph explained. "If we get pulled over, some gossip rag will inevitably find out and I'll be on TMZ before you know it."

"Don't worry, just empty roads, me and a hot stud," Marcus grinned as his paw began to venture upwards. "My motto is live fast, live dangerously."

"Especially when garden sheds are involved."

"Shush!" Marcus retorted as he continued feeling Ralph up.

Even through the material of the Doberman's trousers, he could feel the thick outline of Ralph's sheath and the small tip of cock that was poking free.

"Careful there bitch, you don't want to get me off before we arrive home, do you?" Ralph growled.

"Good point," Marcus grinned, giving Ralph's sheath one last squeeze before pulling away.

They made it to the outskirts of Little Hartbrook without meeting any other cars and slowed to follow a small road towards the centre of the village. A few cottages stood at intervals between hedgerows and trees, lights shining into the darkness.

"Nice car," Ralph observed as they drove around a Bentley parked at one side of the road.

"Yeah, but that's not as glamourous," Marcus said, pointing to a truck parked further along. "Wait that's Frank's!"

They drove by a small red brick cottage and even in the gloom, Marcus saw the unmistakable figure of Frank sitting on a bench in the front garden. The wolf glanced up as they drove by and Marcus thought he saw Frank wave.

The wolf seemed lonely sitting in front of his house and Marcus almost felt sorry for him, but before he could blink they were already driving away.

They passed through the centre of the village, the pub where Marcus' car was still parked, and then onto the quiet lane.

"Home sweet home," Marcus said as they came to a stop. He opened his door and led Ralph up the path. "See, no one was about," he grinned as he unlocked the door.

As soon as he closed it, he felt Ralph's strong paws grip his arms and he was thrust against the wall. Ralph's grinning muzzle was only an inch from his own.

"I've been waiting all evening for this," Ralph growled before their muzzles met.

Marcus closed his eyes as the Doberman aggressively made out with him, keeping his wrists pinned to the wall.

"Let's get upstairs," Marcus whispered as soon as they broke off.

They hurried up the steps and then stumbled into the bedroom as they continued making out.

"Okay then, you want to write down these story ideas?" Ralph said, gripping Marcus' muzzle before kissing him on the lips.

"Yup."

"Be quick bitch, I'm feeling pumped. I'll give you sixty seconds, and them I'm coming over to get you."

Marcus' remembered his laptop was downstairs, but there was a sheet of paper on the dresser, the same paper that Frank had given him contact numbers.

He grabbed a pen and began scribbling down.

A thwump! sound made Marcus guess that Ralph was shedding his clothes and he finished his notes off.

"Ta-da!" he said, turning to see a now naked Ralph with a fully erect cock standing behind him.

Ralph took the sheet and began reading while stroking his dick to keep it hard.

"Hmm, you're killing him off?"

"No, keep reading, you'll see it's a cliff-hanger," Marcus explained as he began undressing himself.

"Ah yeah, I see it now," Ralph nodded before he put the paper back on the dresser. "That was pretty good."

"I'm glad it meets your approval," Marcus said as he finished undressing. He reached to the floor and retrieved his pink tank top before easing it on. "I feel cold all of a sudden, come warm me up," he smirked to Ralph as he slid onto the bed and patted the spot next to him.

"I'll do just that."

Before Marcus could respond, Ralph had him pinned down by his wrists and he closed his eyes as they began making out again. Although he was now wearing his tank top, Marcus hadn't had the time to put any underwear on, which was just as well.

He could feel Ralph's cock grinding against his sheath as they kissed, leaking pre onto the tip of his dick which was steadily emerging.

Ralph broke off and Marcus felt himself being eased into the missionary position - the Doberman had clearly remembered from their first conversation.

"If you're ready I have condoms and lube in my suitcase," he growled into Marcus' face.

"Eh, don't worry, I got tested after my ex left and I'm all good," Marcus replied.

"Okay, same here," Ralph said, pushing Marcus down harder before kissing him again.

Marcus readied himself as Ralph disappeared and returned a moment later.

"Mount me stud," Marcus whispered as he watched Ralph slick his cock up.

Marcus closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he felt Ralph's tip push into his tail hole. He moaned as his hole was stretched out.

"Too big?" Ralph growled.

"N... no, keep going," Marcus moaned. "Oh Ralph, you just hit the spot."

Ralph pulled out and thrust back in before settling into a rhythm.

Marcus closed his eyes and moaned as Ralph pounded harder with each thrust. The Doberman was gripping his hind-paws and pushing in and out at an aggressive rate, but this was just what Marcus loved.

He yipped as Ralph continued pushing further. The Doberman was letting out deep growls with each thrust.

Marcus could feel the familiar but wonderful surging sensation.

"Oh Ralph, I'm going to cum!"

The words barely left his mouth as he shot his load all over his tank top and his muzzle.

"Same," Ralph growled.

Marcus gritted his fangs as he felt the Doberman knot him before making the tie, and soon they were laying panting on the bed in a tangle.

"Wow," Marcus breathed, licking some of his cum from his muzzle and looked down at his splattered tank top. "I came a lot."

Ralph responded with a growl as he shifted about on the bed and Marcus felt the knot stuffed up his tail hole.

"Fuck, that's the biggest one I've taken," he groaned.

"I warn you, we're going to be here for some time. My knot isn't slow to come down."

"Heh, there's worse places to be stud," Marcus chuckled. Ralph frowned and sniffed the air. "You don't like the smell of hot man sex?" Marcus grinned. "The scent makes me get hard all over again."

"No, it's not that, I fucking love the scent too," Ralph grinned. "It's that I swear I can smell my aftershave in the air, and the lid is off my fur cream."

"We have some amazing sex, and you're thinking about fur cream?" Marcus teased. "You probably left it off."

"Probably," Ralph shrugged. "Want to try getting in the shower tied?"

Marcus tried shifting, but the weight of the muscular Doberman was too much.

"I'll wait, you didn't think to bring us up more wine to have while we're tied?"

"Nope."

"Well, we'll know for next time," Marcus said, but his comment was cut short as he shifted and moaned, feeling Ralph's large knot lodged inside him.

Ralph responded with a now familiar but still playful growl.