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The first knock on the front door hardly registered in Gabriel’s mind. The young doberman was deep in the flow of creating a Dungeons and Dragons one-shot adventure. He’d been working on it for weeks. The notebook page in front of him had been hastily filled, highlighted, underlined, rewritten, and had addendums and footnotes in the margins. He’d thought the idea was fairly clever; instead of your run-of-the-mill dungeon crawl , he’d have the players roleplay as monsters defending their dungeon from loot-hungry heroes. Not that he had friends to play with. Maybe the dobie could convince his oldest brother Dante to join. Dante wasn’t a D&D fan, but he’d do most anything if Gabriel pestered him enough. Or maybe Lawrence from down the street. That would be a tougher sell, but possible. Beyond them, he didn’t have many options.

Another knock on the front door, this time more insistent. Gabriel was locked in, fully engaged in creating a busy world for a campaign he’d likely never find the people to play.

A third knock, harder and louder.

“Gabe!” Dante’s voice boomed from down the hall. That was enough to pull the dobie’s attention from his project. “Go see who it is! I don’t have any clothes on!”

Gross, thought Gabriel. He groaned under his breath and glanced out the window. A snow storm had rolled in only hours ago, but the drifts had already piled high on the window frame. The trees outside were weighed down with inches of snow. They were snowed in for sure. If he had to guess, school would be canceled on Monday.

“Gabriel!” Dante barked again, a hint of irritation in his voice.

“I’m getting it!” Gabriel shouted back, rubbing his temples. It was probably someone who got stuck on the hill down by the highway. It happened enough during the winter that the Russell family kept a snow shovel and bag of salt by the front door for such occasions. He hoped it wasn’t a stuck driver. He didn’t feel like going out to help shovel a car out this late in the evening. Gabriel bounded down the stairs and swung the door wide open.

Kyle goddamned Bradbury, the terror of Doggone Avenue and Tahoma High School, stared back at him. He was a mess. His frost-covered sweater and jeans did little to protect him from the harsh blizzard winds and snow that melted through. His face and inner ears were beet red under his short blueish-silver fur. A small bloody gash stood above his eyebrow, either clotted or frozen over. He clutched a tattered backpack to his chest. The typical scowl was missing from his face, replaced by wide bloodshot eyes and downturned lips. He was crying.

Gabriel’s heart skipped a beat.

“Can I sleep over?” Kyle asked. His voice lacked its usual abrasiveness, sounding very small and quiet.

Gabriel thought of slamming the door shut. He thought of spitting at the pit bull’s feet and telling him to go fuck himself. It would be deserved. The pit bull was a massive bully. He pushed Gabriel into lockers, spit on the dobie’s face, threw the dobie’s possessions in puddles on rainy days. Kyle had made it his life’s mission to hurt and humiliate Gabriel. And more often than not, he was successful.

But now, standing there trembling in the cold with tears welling in his eyes, he looked broken. The dog didn’t have any fight left in him. Gabriel sighed inwardly.

“Come in. Just… take your shoes off. And don’t touch anything, you’re soaking wet.”

Gabriel moved aside so Kyle could come in. From the pit bull’s shaky, yet stiff movements, it was clear he had been outside for a long time.

“What are you doing here?” the dobie whispered harshly.

“Didn’t know where else to go,” Kyle muttered through chattering teeth. “I waited at the bus stop, but I don’t think they’re running cuz of the storm.”

“Well,” Gabriel looked out the window at the pit bull’s house across the street. “Why not home? Did something happen?”

“Who is it Gabriel?” Dante shouted from the top of the stairs. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and a new bottle of body wash in his hand. His eyes zeroed in on Kyle, and he tensed immediately, the hackles along his shoulders and back raising.

“It’s Kyle,” said Gabriel, glancing up nervously.

“Kyle. Kyle Bradbury, the kid who-”

“I know. He’s freezing. Let me handle it.”

Dante’s eyes bounced between Kyle and his youngest brother. The older dobie was known for being protective of his brothers, maybe even overly so. “Fine. I’ll be close.” He lingered for a moment longer before he disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. The shower hissed on.

Kyle stood awkwardly near the entrance, his arms still wrapped around his backpack. The snow had started to melt into damp spots on the carpet. Gabriel took the backpack from Kyle and set it down. Next, he helped the pit bull peel his sweater off. The pit bull’s movements were like a dying animatronic, every motion jolty and robotic. He looked thinner than usual. It was hard to believe this was the same pit bull that plowed through other boys like a snowplow during football matches. The pit bull tugged his shoes off after a brief struggle with his frozen fingertips. The dripping socks came after, which Gabriel took straight to the dryer. Before Kyle could pull off the rest, Gabriel stopped him.

“Hold on, don’t strip here. You can change upstairs. I’ve got some extra clothes that might fit.”

The pit bull wordlessly followed the dobie up that stairs, leaving wet footprints in his wake. He stepped into the middle of Gabriel’s room, staring the dobie down as Gabriel shoved D&D stuff into a corner and ransacked the closet for anything that might fit Kyle’s muscular frame. Eventually, he found a tank top and a pair of pajama pants that he handed to the shivering pit bull. Kyle grunted in response.

“You can change here, if you want. I’ll go get you some water.”

Kyle nodded, blankly staring at the stack of clothes he clutched in his hands.

“Have you eaten?” asked Gabriel.

Kyle shook his head no. It was slow and heavy.

“I’ll heat some pizza up.”

The oven took its time heating up, and then another twenty minutes passed while the pizza baked. The thought of going back up to Kyle, even when he was this pathetic, was terrifying. At least pizza would help ease the tension.

The last few months had been bizarre. It had all started with the blowjob at that stupid gloryhole. That incident had been surreal enough, but the follow-up had been so much worse. The humiliating, violating, overwhelming moment that Kyle took Gabriel’s virginity in the school bathroom after a study session. Since then, it had been tense, even more so than usual. Kyle had always been mean, but it was personal now. He still showed up for his weekly study sessions most of the time. He’d berate and threaten Gabriel if the dobie dared point out mistakes in the schoolwork, and yet every time he came to the tutoring center, he chose Gabriel as his tutor.

Gabriel’s phone timer went off, snapping him from his thoughts. He cut the pizza and piled it onto two plates. The sound of his dad’s snoring drifted in from the living room. It was typical for his dad to sleep on the couch nowadays. Gabriel debated waking him up to see if he had eaten, but he decided to limit his concerns to one broken dog for the night.

The dobie returned to his bedroom with a plate of steaming hot pizza in each hand to find a sleeping pit bull on the floor. Kyle had taken a comforter and fluffy pillow from Gabriel’s bed and was now bundled into a ball. Beside him was the tank top and pajamas Gabriel had given him earlier. They must’ve been too small for Kyle’s wide chest and thick thighs. He looked peaceful,almost childlike, his breaths slow and even.Although still damp, he looked much warmer.

Gabriel ate a slice of pizza, set the rest on his desk, turned off the light, and crawled into bed under the remaining blankets.

He woke to the sound of crunching and a bright light flashing around the room. He sat up to see Kyle sitting cross legged on the floor, using a phone light to illuminate the pizza that he shoveled into his mouth.

“I can warm that up for you,” Gabriel offered, his voice crackling with grogginess. He flicked on the nightstand lamp. 3:23 AM, according to its clock.

Kyle barely acknowledged him, giving a brief head shake. He wore only a pair of boxers and the comforter wrapped around his shoulders like a shawl. He ate ravenously until the last bite, then set the empty plate on the desk.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?” asked the dobie.

“Told you. I needed to get out of the house,” said Kyle, staring down at his empty hands. It sounded like he wanted to add ‘idiot’ to the end of the sentence, or maybe ‘faggot’, but chose not to. At least he showed some gratitude.

“I’m gonna kick you out unless you tell me.”

Kyle’s body went rigid for a moment, but he couldn’t seem to find the energy to fire back at Gabriel. “My dad and I got into it,” he said in a low tone. He absentmindedly brushed his thumb across the small wound above his eyebrow. “It’s bullshit, man.”

“Did he do that?” Gabriel asked, pointing to the shallow cut.

The pit bull scowled at the floor, tightening his jaw. The tense silence was answer enough. Kyle’s dad was well-known known around town to be a don’t-tread-on-me, God-hates-fags, fake-news type of guy. Not exactly someone to discipline his children with empathy and reason.

“Kyle, you have to tell me something. I can’t help you if you’re gonna sit there and sulk.”

Kyle shrugged.

“You don’t get to sit in my house, on my floor, and act like you haven’t made my life a living hell the entire time I’ve known you,” the words spilled from Gabriel’s mouth, unable to stop himself once he started, surprising even himself. “Why are you such an asshole all the time to everyone anyways? Why are you especially such a dick to me? And what the fuck even was that back in October when we- when you cornered me and did that to me? You’re lucky I didn’t report you, or hell, go to the cops. I thought maybe things would be better after that, but I guess I was delusional. Wishful thinking.”

As Gabriel spoke, Kyle hunched deeper and deeper into himself, his ears splaying down as if to shield himself from the dobie’s words until he collapsed into chest heaving sobs. He hid his thumbs in his fists and crushed them into his eyes in a futile attempt to hide his tears. Gabriel shut up at the first choked out cry. Cautiously, he reached a hand out to Kyle’s shaking shoulder, but it was shoved off with half-hearted hostility. The raw and guttural sobs came from deep inside the pit bull. Just as Gabriel began to worry about Dante barging in to see what was wrong, the pit bull’s weeping tapered off into pitiful whimpers. His wrists were wet with a mixture of tears and snot, which Kyle wiped on the comforter. Gabriel again placed his hand on Kyle’s shoulder. This time, the pit bull let the hand remain.

“Kyle, please tell me what’s going on. I’m worried about you. Why are you here?” asked Gabriel, putting emphasis on ‘here’, his tone gentle now.

Kyle lifted his head to fixate his reddened eyes on Gabriel. His knuckles were white and his cheeks were blotchy. “God-fucking-damnit,” he spat. “Why won’t you just fucking leave it? Faggot.”

“You know what? Fine. I tried, I’m done. I’m going back to sleep. Have a nice night by yourself on the floor.” Gabriel turned the light off and turned on his side, facing away from the pit bull. He meant it. This was it, and he was done for the rest of the year too. He no longer cared about the fallout of standing up to Kyle. Either he would quit being a tutor and avoid Kyle like the bubonic plague, or he would drop out and get his GED. It wasn’t worth another second of dealing with the pit bull’s pure malevolence.

Only moments later, blankets shuffled behind Gabriel and the bed shifted as weight appeared behind him. A calloused hand landed on Gabriel’s shoulder near his neck. Apparently there was a third option. Kyle was about to strangle him to death. Just as the dobie was about to scream for Dante, he felt tentative lips press against his temple. Then the wetness of lips and a nose on Gabriel’s neck.

Before the dobie could turn, the pit bull shuffled under the covers into a spooning position. He wrapped a thick arm around the dobie, pulling their bodies flush together. It was a heavy, tight grip. But not suffocating. It was the embrace of someone seeking warmth. Safety.

Gabriel allowed the quarterback to hold him. It was a tenderness that Kyle had never even hinted at before. Pizza breath blew past the nape of his neck. Between breaths, the faint aroma of pit bull musk rolled into Gabriel’s nostrils. It had a heady, relaxing effect.

The dobie had never been in bed with another guy before, at least not one that had sexual intentions, so he didn’t know how to respond as Kyle’s hand traveled from his upper arm down to his rear, rubbing over a t-shirt and sweatpants. The dobie didn’t usually wear anything to bed, but he didn’t want to leave himself more vulnerable than necessary while he had company. The pit bull’s thick hand deftly slipped under pajamas and boxers to cup the dobie’s furry ass, drawing a gasp from the smaller male.

When Kyle ambushed Gabriel in the bathroom after their study session, the pit bull had been rough and ruthless in his conquest of the dobie’s body. Kyle had taken without asking. He’d used the dobie’s rump like a fleshlight, something to take his load and toss aside, without a care in the world that he could hurt the other dog. But now, the hand on Gabriel’s ass, it wasn’t a demand. It was an ask. One the Gabriel didn’t know how to answer.

“You know I sat behind you in science last year,” Kyle whispered.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t think I could forget it if I tried. You threw shit at me all the time. And that time you poured water on me,” said Gabriel. It had been another cruel joke by Kyle. He’d poured ice-cold water down Gabriel’s back in the middle of class, making the dobie leap from his chair and trip over himself. Gabriel ruminated on that moment for weeks afterwards, angry and embarrassed that he left class early instead of confronting Kyle at that moment and putting an end to the bullying. Kyle’s chest, with its soft fur and deep steady breaths, felt so much warmer than the chilly water.

Kyle inhaled a deep breath. He pressed his wet nose into Gabriel’s cheek. “Maybe I thought that ass was too hot. Had to cool it down somehow.”

“Kyle-”

“Say you don’t want it. Tell me that you haven’t been dreaming of my cock filling you up again. That you don’t get a hard-on every time you smell me,” the pit bull challenged. Kyle’s mouth twisted into a sneer. His adventurous paw gripped and mashed the side of the dobie’s ass, yet it didn’t sneak any further. Not without permission. Like the pit bull had given a shit about Gabriel’s consent before.

The scent of pit bull wafted from the heat underneath the blankets into Gabriel’s nose. It was almost mind-altering. Heavy musk, thick from what must have been hours of being trapped under clothes. It wormed its way into Gabriel’s lungs, somehow slipping further past his defenses into the arousal center of his brain. He let out a tiny, high pitched sound that can only be described as a whine. Kyle was right and there wasn’t a goddamn thing Gabriel could do about that. He was rock hard, egged on by pit bull pheromones.

Kyle pushed up closer so their hips nestled together. Kyle had ditched his underwear at some point, judging by the furry sheath and thick shaft that pressed up against the dobie’s backside.

“Look,” Kyle said. “I’m only gonna say this once. I need it too.”

For all the pit bull’s crying, and the hint at his father’s abuse, this was somehow the most vulnerable thing Kyle had done tonight. Admission that he was into Gabriel too. Gabriel was well aware of the straight-to-gay fantasy that some gay guys seemed to adore. He’d never imaging he’d be a part of that, an unwilling participant in turning a formerly straight hypermasculine quarterback into a secretly bicurious top.

The dobie gave in. As much as he wanted to confront Kyle about the years long harassment and finally put a stop to it, he needed to feel that stiff length inside him once again. He slid his pajamas half an inch down, and Kyle did the rest of the work. The pit bull rubbed his rough paw along the dobie’s hips, mindfully avoiding the dobie’s penis. His hand was icy, reminiscent of the cold he’d endured hours before. It made Gabriel shiver. The hand ventured to Gabriel’s ass crack, where it found a warm, velvet soft hole, hidden under an upturned nub tail.

Kyle removed his hand. In a disgusting, phlegmy sound, he hocked a lob of spit onto his fingers and applied it to Gabriel’s hole before the dobie can protest out of disgust. Not that he had a better solution. The dobie usually only works up the courage to buy lube from the gas station once every several weeks. He’d been out for a week now. He was used to jerking off with his own spit, but this was different. Still, he felt like he’d be a hypocrite to call Kyle out. Kyle spit a second glob onto his hand. From the wet squelches it was clear that he used it to lube himself up.

The pit bull’s breathing became heavier, and so did the dobie’s as he listened.

“You want it, bitch?”

“Jesus Christ, can you stop with calling me a bitch? And all the other toxic masc shit?”

The pit bull sneered and nipped at the dobie’s ear. “Gonna call you whatever I want when my dick’s splitting you open.”

Kyle shifted forward, poking the top of his saliva coated cock into the valley of Gabriel’s butt cheeks. He humped several times, his cockhead poking and prodding around the dobie’s hole. It found its target and slid in, and then plunged deeper without relent. Gabriel gasped and tried not to let himself clench too hard.

The big dog thrust deep, spreading the smaller dog apart like he’d promised. Every rough stroke brought with it an ooze of slimy precum into Gabriel’s gut and connected them further together. The steady pumping of Kyle’s invading cock through his stretched out passage brought mixed feelings, like everything else that evening. The leftover boiling rage at the turmoil Kyle had put Gabriel through, the pity at the pit bull’s frozen self earlier that evening, the worry he felt for Kyle’s situation; it all paled in comparison to Kyle’s cock fitting like a puzzle piece in his ass.

“Gonna breed you,” the pit bull mumbled into Gabriel’s ear, his words slurring into each other in the depths of lust and want. “Gonna take your bitch pussy and fill it with my pups. You’re gonna smell like my cum for months.”

Gabriel briefly wondered if Kyle had suffered some sort of brain damage from frostbite. But no, he remembered. This just seemed to be how Kyle talked during sex, regardless of whether his partner was male or female, or if his partner had saved him from the ice and freeze. Whatever. Gabriel couldn’t deny that he found the idea of being marked by his bully in seed and scent totally unappealing. Although the talk of getting him pregnant did make him raise an eyebrow.

Each brutal thrust worked Gabriel’s ass looser, and the start of Kyle’s knot just a little further in. It was slippery and wet. The spit had made for poor lube, but the pit bull’s constantly leaking tip had made up for it. Kyle’s musk was thick in the hair. Gabriel knew if he turned his head, he would be able to track it to Kyle’s hairy pits. He’d never felt like this before, so marked. Even when Kyle first took- stole his virginity months ago, or before that at the gloryhole. This somehow felt more personal. He didn’t want Kyle to stop, and the pit bull didn’t show any signs of stopping.

“Keep still, bitch,” the pit bull grunted. He’d caught onto Gabriel’s annoyance at that word, and couldn’t care less. Enjoyed it even. ‘Bitch’ was only one among several words he used to describe Gabriel while he fucked. ‘Dirty mutt’, ‘filthy slut’, and ‘pussy’ were growled into Gabriel’s ear as well. The dobie wondered if the pit bull’s efforts to emasculate him were borne of his need to be the alpha male in any given situation. The self security that was taken away by his dad.

Although the fullness was uncomfortable at first, it became much more bearable as the minutes passed by. He could feel the pit bull’s belly fur scratching against his lower back, and fingers that gripped the meat on his hip. Kyle rode the dobie nice and deep, spitting obscenities that served to humiliate the dobie further. But Gabriel was in too deep, or he had Kyle’s cock in him too deep. It would take much more than that to make Gabriel want to stop now. He cried out in pain and lust as the fat shaft scraped against his inner walls, his prostate, forcing waves of stimulation through his core. It felt deeply wrong having his bully inside him, biting at his ears, sliding that canine cock around his most intimate spot.

They writhed together on the bed, the dobie letting the pit bull devour his body, the room filling with their mixed scents and moans. There was a twinge of pain at Gabriel’s ass, the sensation of his rim stretching almost too wide as Kyle’s swollen knot bore down on it, and then popped inside, lodging itself between the entrance and prostate. Gabriel grunted in exertion as it entered, filling him up almost beyond comfort. It sat there, firm and solid. And throbbing.

“Hold still, slut,” Kyle snarled. “Let it mark you.”

Gabriel groaned in response, his eyes rolling back. He could feel his asshole clenching, like it was trying to swallow the pit bull’s cock further, but it was already hilted. Kyle’s thick pubic fur tickled his inner cheeks. Kyle tensed too, the merciless pounding turned into shallow humps. Warmth flooded Gabriel’s body. It expanded around Kyle’s cock at first, surrounding it in its own emissions. Having filled up the dobie’s rectum with nowhere else to go, it went inwards, further into Gabriel's innermost guts where even the pit bull’s cock couldn’t touch. It pooled inside, coating the walls with its sliminess.

Kyle gracelessly slowed to a stop. He orgasm fell to a trickle, and then was dammed up once more. His short breaths rushed past Gabriel’s ear. Gabriel knew the pit bull was looking down at him, looking for a reaction. Gabriel refused to give him that. Kyle tested the tie, finding it to be as solid as a tie could be. Great for getting a bitch pregnant, not so great for two tired boys who wanted to fall back asleep. Kyle growled in frustration and uselessly ground himself into the dobie’s rear.

“What the fuck?” Gabriel asked hoarsely, once the adrenaline and other hormones had worn off. “What the actual fuck?” he repeated, this time more like a statement than a question. He glanced back to see that typical look of dull confusion on the pit bull’s face that he typically encountered when explaining chemistry homework to the dumb jock. Stupid and thoughtless, like a lost animal.

“What gives you the fucking right to do all of this?” Gabriel asked, waving a hand over the two of the,, then gestured vaguely around the room. “You treat me like shit, you make a mockery of our study sessions, you fucking take my virginity in a grungy bathroom, and now you come over here with a sob story to what- get in bed with me or something?” Gabriel asked. His voice began to waver, and he felt tears forming in his eyes. “Why are you doing all of this? To confuse me? Torture me? Is it cause of your asshole dad? Or is it all just to laugh at me?”

“I don’t- I wasn’t gonna laugh at you.”

“Why not? You’ve done exactly that dozens of times before. How is this different? Did you forget the time you spit on my face in front of the rest of the football team? Or when you sprayed hair dye on me and I had to walk around with pink for a month? Remember that? Did you know I still have a scar on my arm from when I tried to shave it all off?”

As he spoke, Gabriel knew his anger should be rising, recalling the terrible things Kyle wrought upon him. But it didn’t. Instead, a growing sense of sadness took root. By Kyle’s eyes, he truly didn’t know how Gabriel felt. By Kyle’s eyes, he truly didn’t know how deep the hurt had gone. How much it had cracked and burnt Gabriel’s very core. Gabriel couldn’t help but pity the stupid pit bull.

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far. Honest.”

“Well, it did. And you should know that.” Gabriel said shortly. He thought of bringing up Kyle’s dad again. How the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. How Kyle can perpetuate his dad’s abuse without understanding an ounce of the weight of it. But he didn’t. The two sat in silence for a moment. They were sill tied together, but Kyle’s knot had begun to soften. Soon, it would dislodge. Neither made an effort to help the process.

“I guess I don’t know what to do about uh… how my dick gets gets hard when I see you. Or talk to you.”

Gabriel sighed. The fact he was attracted to Kyle made less and less sense every day, but the attraction never seemed to die down. “How does the rest of you feel?”

Kyle grimaced, as if the thought of anything besides his dick caused him great pain. “I don’t always hate our tutoring sessions. I guess maybe, possibly, it wouldn’t be bad to do other things with you. Like a movie, or you could join a pickup game.”

“Why didn’t you ask? I might have said yes.”

“I dunno.”

The pit bull’s knot slid out with a sudden wet pop that made both males shudder. They were released from one another. Kyle pushed himself up to the edge of the bed. The emptiness in Gabriel’s guts felt like it extended to his chest, then to his side where Kyle’s rugged hand had been resting. The dobie moved without thinking about the consequences. It was the snappiest of snap judgements, a decision that he only realized he made after making it, and was powerless to stop it. He reached out and grabbed Kyle’s wrist. In the dark, he felt the pit bull’s eyes snap toward him. His breath caught for a moment before he managed to speak.

“Kyle, you- you’re not your dad. You don’t have to be a jerk like him. And you definitely have to be nicer to me. Okay?”

For a moment, the pit bull didn’t react. Gabriel wondered if he’d broken any unspoken truce the pair had.

“Magnus Steele,” said Kyle finally.

“What?”

“Magnus Steele. He’s a porn star. My dad found some pics of him on my laptop.”

“Okay?” the name sounded vaguely familiar to Gabriel despite never having seen the porn star’s work before.

“He’s a doberman. Kinda looks like you actually.”

The pieces fit together in Gabriel’s head. Kyle’s dad had found pics of this pornstar(who happened to look like Gabriel) on Kyle’s computer, and had a hissy fit over his son looking at another man’s nudes. He’d kicked Kyle out, and Kyle came to the first, and likely only gay person he knew, who happened to live across the street.

Gabriel gently tugged on Kyle’s arm. The pit bull slid back into place, their hips once again meeting in a sticky mess. Kyle nestled in with uncharacteristic affection. A thought appeared in Gabriel’s mind and a smile came to his face.

“Kyle, have you ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons?”