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It was a pitch-white hell outside, to the point where the apartments across from Fievel's were getting difficult to spot. Both he and Lars looked outside; the bear munching on a half-eaten hot dog and Fievel chewing on a salad that somehow looked worse than it did on the box. The fox was always eager to please his guests, and certainly a close friend such as Lars should have gotten a proper meal. Fievel did his best, asking himself how he managed to mess up cooking hot dogs of all things. Both of them were cooped up in Fievel's less-than-furnished studio apartment, watching the storm brewing.

Eager to fill the silence between the two save for the howling wind outside, Fievel cleared his throat. Today's the day, he thought.

"I appreciate you stopping by. Didn't expect the storm to kick up, though! I'm trying to get more knowledgeable on computer stuff, but it completely escapes me... Makes me feel like a real dummy sometimes." He said. Lars looked over at him; a pair of tired eyes behind round glasses that spent too many late nights up gaming. As usual, Lars' muzzle lacked any expression.

"You are not a dummy. I question how your GPU was unplugged for this long, but now it's fixed. Thank you for making me food, Five. I am having trouble eating breakfast these days." He spoke in a light accent. The bear patted his big, round stomach and rubbed across his stretched metal band t-shirt, putting on his best smile that Fievel knew was a fake one.

"It's... Edible." He said dryly, seeming to modify his tone.

"Okay, I know I can't cook like you, but I tried! I tried real hard!" The fox protested. In the back of his head, Fievel hoped he could butter the bear up a bit before he had to admit why he invited Lars over in the first place.

"...It's edible, Five." Lars looked down at the other half of the hot dog, the makings of an expression on his muzzle before chewing on it.

Fievel smiled. The bear seemed completely devoid of emotion at first glance, but after a long spell of knowing Lars closely when he first moved to town, the fox had come to known he was one of the most sharp, respectable and genuine folks he had ever been around. There was no bullshit with the bear; Topics weren't danced around, nothing was veiled, no fronts were put on. Just pure absolute honesty in the form of sometimes harsh but caring and necessary lessons from one close friend to another.

On the other paw, sometimes Fievel genuinely couldn't tell Lars' emotional state. Seldom did the bear ever express himself save for the few once-in-a-blue-moon times that Fievel managed to make Lars chuckle. The fox couldn't count how many times Lars had to clarify certain words that he used. In some cases, Lars almost didn't seem to care about things. Fievel hoped Lars was in one of those moods today. Guilt haunted the fox like a ghost.

Without warning, the lights shut off. The heater shortly followed. There was no sound; No noise save for the ambient breathing of the pair and the sound of the howling wind outside. Fievel closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the window, feeling ice cubes attempt to sink through his fur. He sighed. As usual, every mounting outside event was somehow preventing Fievel from doing as he had set out to today. Just like every other time and every other close friend he'd had, whenever he wanted to do something noble, outside forces would always interrupt. He wanted to grab the invisible fate-determining Gods of the universe and scream at them.

It hadn't occurred to Fievel just how much he was giving off his frustration more than he wanted. He felt a big, heavy paw on his shoulder. Despite the warmth of it, everything within him felt cold as it was outside. He shivered and struggled to keep his rising frustration tamed. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn't Fievel just say what he needed to say?

"Are you okay?" Lars said. There was a hint of expression in his voice, a very speck that displayed concern. Fievel turned to him and looked into those big, brown soft eyes.

Now or never.

"...I broke your TV. I'm not even sure how. I'm sorry." Fievel admitted with trembling lips. He shivered all over, preparing for a robotic scolding. Somehow, it was worse getting talked down then it was getting yelled at by Lars. He anticipated the bear explaining how to be more careful, as if Fievel was a child that didn't know any better. He wanted to place himself outside and freeze in the storm. Or lock himself in his bedroom. Fievel's confidence had vanished in a puff of smoke. He imagined countless scenarios in his head where Lars would close himself off from Fievel forever. He imagined Lars, for once and out of character of him, screaming his head off.

"I know," Lars said. "Only you would be capable of breaking the power button."

Fievel looked up at him again. He was smiling and it almost made Fievel smile, too. His frustration instantly being chipped away just from being around the bear's aura. Still, remorse was clinging onto Fievel's mind like he had somehow betrayed his friend.

"I-I'm sorry..."

"You should have admitted it much earlier, but I am glad you did all together," Lars said quietly and hugged around Fievel's smaller body. While both of them were equally tall, Lars outclassed the fox's mass easily. Fievel hugged back; it was like being surrounded in both a pillow and a hot tub at the same time. He had felt this many times before with the bear, but there was something about this particular hug. He leaned into the bear's soft fur, listening to his heartbeat through his chest.

Fievel sniffed, clutching at Lars' fur, "I was going to make you a proper lunch, then I was going to suggest that we watch some fantasy movies or something until the sun goes down. I was going to set all of this up and it was going to be fucking awesome and I was going to try and get it all just the way you like it. I'm so sorry I broke your TV..."

"Fievel.." Lars said without any intone at all. The fox grit his teeth a bit.

"I'm sorry. Now you're stuck here with me until the storm ends and you probably just want to go home and play video games.."

Another paw on his other shoulder. Lars looked at Fievel sternly; like a big brother teaching his littler one a valuable lesson. A paw moved up and combed over Fievel's messy hair, straightening it somewhat.

" Fievel." He snapped. "You are my closest friend. Please do not beat yourself up. I dislike it when you do that to yourself... It makes me feel as if I am not a good friend to you."

"You feel like you're not a good friend to me and it took me a week to admit I broke something of yours! Aren't you mad at me..? Y-You don't want to leave?" Fievel asked, dipping his muzzle low.

"Even though I do not smile often, I would not come over to your dwellings if I did not enjoy spending time with you," Lars said with a grin. Fievel had often never seen the bear wear these expressions and it always seemed almost alien to him. "Besides, when have you ever seen me use my TV? I am always on my computer. As I said, the only thing I am slightly upset about is that it took you a while to admit you broke it.. But you admitted it in the end." Lars exhaled sharply through his nose, "It is only a TV. A TV is not as good as Fievel."

Fievel wasn't sure what came over him. There was an urge; an itch that needed to be scratched. It was like someone else was in his own fur, some spirit eager to take control and Fievel just as eager to give it. Without warning, he kissed Lars' thick lips. Intending it to be a peck, it lasted much longer than that. Drawing back, there was an undeniable heat on Fievel's cheeks and he almost took himself completely away from Lars.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, big guy... I didn't mean to be so forwar-"

Lars kissed him. The second-most kiss the pair had shared was even longer and more fruitful than the first. Fievel's paws graced over Lars' stomach and chest and in turn, the bear's bigger arms and paws, almost threatening to squeeze the fox completely, were exploring his backside and teasingly gracing at the base of his tail. He hated it when Lars did that but smiled into the kiss regardless. The bear broke it, his eyes half-lidded.

"..You have never kissed me before," Lars said, taking his glasses off and nonchalantly throwing them on the couch. One of those huge paws squeezed a portion of Fievel's plump ass. "I am curious... What were you planning on having us do after the sun goes down?"

"...I was gonna admit that I broke your TV and get stuck on that fat dick of yours in hopes you wouldn't be as mad." Fievel said. He couldn't give the bear any other answer.

"I see," Lars said, picking the fox up and throwing him over his shoulder. Fievel yipped quietly. He raised his tail as Lars carried him about with a strength he wasn't aware the bear had. He made his way to the bed.

-

"Just like that, big guy..." Fievel whispered, feeling Lars' thick ursine length hotdogging itself between the fox's ample bubblebutt. He had grown to love when Lars took his time with the fox's lithe body, letting the bigger, chunkier male explore and kiss and lick and bite wherever he wanted. The bear was doing plenty of that. Both of them were in bed, nude under a set of blankets to beat the oncoming cold, Fievel moaning as he felt one of those big paws squeeze around his cock; the bear was giving him more attention than usual, not that he minded. Lars had him from behind, the pair laying on their sides. Fievel craned his head and as expected was met with another kiss. He had lost count now.

Behind him, Lars gently began to hump between the fox's cheeks, a pretense to what was about to occur. Fievel bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, "I love it when you do that.."

"You mean this..?"

Slowly, Lars pushed inside of Fievel, the fox's anal ring expanding and stretching. He softly groaned out, raising his tail and arching his back to give the bear enough space to work his wonderful magic. Something reached for Fievel's paw and held it, the digits of the two twining together. Lars' breath was suddenly hot on the back of Fievel's neck, each inch of that dick slowly filling him until Lars had bottomed the fox out. Almost lazily, Lars started to pump into Fievel in a rhythm, his paw squeezing the fox's own.

Waves of pleasure were washing over Fievel now, the fox taking the bear in with ease. No longer just close friends, certainly not the way Fievel felt Lars' paw holding his. Like a lover, the bear gently bucked into him and made sure that the fox's own cock was taken care of. Whenever they weren't kissing, Lars was nuzzling into Fievel's shoulder and neck and biting it with the utmost care. The fox stretched an arm back and uselessly tried to grab at the bear's fur to pull him in further. He wanted more of Lars. He wanted everything the bear could offer.

His smell, his heat, the feeling of the bear's big nose taking in Fievel's scent across his shoulders and long blonde hair; in the moment his whole world was Lars. He was at the absolute mercy of the bear and every gentle, loving thrust was pure ecstasy unbound to the fox. He felt his cock twitch between his legs, biting his lower lip enough that it stung.

Lars was getting faster and faster, the sounds of their mating more prominent in the room. One of those thick bear paws squeezed around Fievel's own, the fox practically absorbed into the Lars' fur, surrounding by the musk of his scent. Like a river, it overran Fievel's nose and he craned his muzzle drunkenly around to sniff more of it. His ass was loosening up and it was clear that Lars felt it, rutting into the fox with that surprising strength again. Fievel's other free paw stretched upward to pull on Lars' hair gently, eager to grab anything, everything he could. His mind was becoming a blank slate as ripples of sensation ran through him.

Behind him, he felt the bear slowly beginning to pull from him. Fievel's paw forcibly grabbed Lars by the fur on his hips.

"Not this time, big guy.. Cum in me.." He said. He wriggled and writhed his hips back against Lars' pelvis, the bear hissing through his teeth as those big claws sunk into the flesh of Fievel's hips gently. Fievel's breath quickened, himself surprised at what he was asking of the bear.

"...Are you sure..?" Lars asked. Fievel was starting to love hearing concern in his voice.

"Please, Lars.."

As expected and without a word, the bear began to rail the fox, an audible slap between their hips with each hump. Fievel's eyes rolled back into his head and his tongue loled from his mouth; every hump was grinding his prostate. As if it had a mind of its own, the fox's cock came. Lars followed shortly after, stifling a sultry grunt as he hilted the fox balls-deep again. Fievel felt those big orbs of his pulse with warmth as they filled his ass. He ground back against Lars' crotch, eager to squeeze every drop of the bear's seed in him. His paws gripped the bedsheets as tight as a knot.

Each of them were panting, sweat matting their fur. Lars was deep inside of Fievel still and the fox had no intention of letting the bear leave him. He moved his hips back a bit, much more easily sliding along the bear's fat, slick cock. Lars grabbed him by the hips and, like a machine, continued to fuck Fievel in the same manner again. The fox fought to get words out but was already surrendering himself to another flow of pleasure. Lust was rising within him with every hump. Again, without even touching himself, Fievel came.

Again. Two, three, four times; The bear just didn't stop and Fievel was struggling to keep up as the hours went by. His ass was a wet mess and he let the bear continue to use him as he pleased. Each time he came, Lars grunted and squeezed around Fievel like a wrestling hold, then would continue fucking him again. Positions were swapped frequently. Neither of them could tell how much time had passed. Neither of them cared. The sun had eventually set. Sex turned into nuzzling. Nuzzling turned into sleep.

-

"Morning..." Fievel said, straddling the bear's nude form. Beneath him, Lars stretched and yawned out. The fox's paws were rubbing across the bear's chest, almost massaging it.

"Good morning..." He said, biting his lower lip. Lars was smirking up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"So, um.." Fievel said, bumping his nose against Lars' and nuzzling into it, "That was the first time you've gone more than two rounds in one night.."

"Mhm. You kissed me. That filled me with.. something passionate." He said, "It was difficult not to. I would have felt I was doing you a disservice only going twice."

"Wow. Such a gentleman." Fievel said, the fox's tail whipping about behind him. His rump was sore but he ignored it outright, his gaze fixed on the bear below him. Lars on the other paw, was starting to look as if he had done something wrong and wasn't telling Fievel.

The bear rubbed the back of his head and sighed a bit, "..I held your paw a lot last night, didn't I..?"

"Yeah, a lot! First time you've ever done that, too." Fievel said with a smirk.

Lars looked down a bit. His ears were splayed on his head. Fievel ran a paw across his cheek and tilted his head.

"You okay..?"

"...I have a crush on you." Lars admitted flatly, "I know that I am... Not good at displaying my emotions. I did not want to ruin our friendship or make things weird, so I kept it to myself. Since you have admitted something to me, I should admit that I've.. often thought about asking you on a date these days. I was even thinking of doing it last night after the power went off."

Fievel's tail was still. His heart raced. He wanted to just bounce around the room and laugh. He was filled with an unquestionable happiness; one that he knew he was already beaming on his muzzle and would be for the rest of the day. Fievel regularly entertained the thought of him and the bear together, but never did he imagine the bear would be the one to admit it first! Already he as putting both of them in different shopping, dinner and bedside scenarios in his head. Lars, on the other hand, looked like he was lost and had offended the fox.

He continued, "I understand that maybe you do not feel the same way about me in that way. I just- I feel as if you are fun to be around, and you allow me to talk about things no one else wishes to hear and.. I would not want others speaking ill of you if they saw us together.."

"Lars.." Fievel said.

"I did not want to thrust this upon you and make you feel like- Look, I am sorry I held your paw a bunch. I understand if you wish to remain friends with benefits.."

" Lars." Fievel stated firmly, "I didn't say I disliked you holding my paw. I like you, too.. I smooched you first, remember?"

Lars' ears twitched the moment Fievel said he liked Lars back. Below him, the bear's expression slowly morphed to that same warm smile from last night. The pair pulled each other into a passionate kiss. His lips were sweet as sugar. Lars' tongue didn't snake its way into Fievel's maw. Neither of the two moaned or gasped or ground against each-other like the night prior. They held it forever. Fievel lay himself against Lars, the fox's form easily fitting on top of the bear and embracing him. Lars grabbed Fievel by his thighs, rutting his dick up between Fievel's plump cheeks again.

"..So, are you free this afternoon..?" Lars asked quietly.

Fievel bent down and kissed him again, helping the bear slip the head of his dick back inside of him.

"I'm free all afternoon, babe.."