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Just something i began to write and...well...yeah, that's kinda all there was to it...

Isaac looked at his boss, not sure whether he believed what he'd just been told, it seemed like a dream. "You're serious?" he asked and his boss only nodded in agreement. Isaac looked down at his paws then back to his boss, "You're serious?" he asked again.

His boss only nodded in response, and sighed.

"So...you are serious?" Isaac asked.

His boss sighed, "Yes...that's the ninth time you've asked that. You're being promoted, congratulations,"

Isaac leaned back into the leather chair in his boss's office. It was nice, much nicer than he thought there would ever be in his office-even if he'd had one. That was a dream, one that had just a few minutes ago seemed like nothing more-just a dream. But that was changing, there had been a spot opening. "So...what happens now?"

"Well...I guess Bill will move out and you can move in as soon as the next business week..." his boss said, as though it were common sense. Bill was retiring, so there was just one opening.

"I...don't-I don't know what to say..." Isaac said, still in a state of awe. His fur was standing on edge, like just before something exciting was about to happen. He was at a loss for words. He looked at his boss, unsure what to do now, but sadly his boss already had that planned.

"Well, back to work..." his boss said, waving him off with a paw nonchalantly.

"Uhh...yes, of course," Isaac said and jumped up. He moved out of the office quickly and walked very slowly back to his cubicle, but took a detour to the bathroom. It was hard to believe he was finally going to get out of those cramped spaces. The air felt suddenly tight and Isaac's paw moved to loosen his tie. He was dressed in a complete business suit, everyone around him was-they were all basically clones. His suit was nice, a good one, he remember how long he'd saved up for it, how much he cherished it. When he got to the bathroom he locked the door behind him and moved to the mirror.

The wolverine in the mirror stared back at him. A bit short, but well sporting a well proportioned body. Smiling he fought the urge to call his mate, deciding it would be better to surprise the dog. He looked over himself, making sure he'd been presentable, at least as presentable as was possible. His muzzle was mostly black and as it approached his face turned to a dark brown, with tan color at the tips of his ears and at his along one side of his cheek. His eyes were amber, they seemed to shine in a dimly lit area, but he never paid it much attention, after all the glasses hid them quite a bit. His paws and forearms were covered with black fur, as were his legs, but those both changed back to the same dark brown as the fur crawled up to his knees and past his elbows. At his chest it was mostly brown, except for the black center, which lead down in his pants, as his mate called it, 'the road to pleasure.' He smiled lightly to himself, thoughts of how he could surprise his mate already running through his mind; a nice diner, or maybe just calling now...he wanted to do something big.

For a wolverine he looked very docile, but that was just how he looked, anyone he knew him was sure it was like the old saying went; don't judge a book by its cover. Under the thin frame glasses his eyes still had the same fire they had during his teenage years. He wasn't old, but he was five years out of college and four into a job. His first year out of college he didn't have anything, friends, money, family-nothing. He didn't like to think about it; it was something he wasn't proud of. His family didn't want anything to do with him, and he was so stuck with his education that he never bothered to make friends. The past four years had been great to him, much like it was a dream, except that in dreams everything great seems to happen at once. There were still hard times, many hard times.

Thinking back on it, most of the years had been just that-hard times. But this promotion could change everything, and Isaac felt himself shake at the thought of what that meant. Everything; it was a scary word now, now that it was more than just a dream. Suddenly all the long hours, all the times he had to do more than was required, all the times he'd went without sleep, everything he had to do, it all seemed trivial. He knew he was just running with the feeling but he felt, for lack of a better word, perfect. Hearing the door handle behind him shake a little he quickly moved and unlocked it, sliding past the cat that was waiting behind him.

At his cubicle there wasn't much to see, the small pictures, the tiny little figures and trinkets, the only things that made it stand apart from the cubicle next to his, or the one next to that. Leaning over he lightly flicked a bobble head doll, smiling as the head jumped back and forth. Looking over at his computer he saw he had an e-mail, it was just retelling him the promotion, nothing major, but to him it was the most important piece of information on the computer. He looked over it, then did it once more, and finally did it again, still unsure if he was dreaming. It felt like he was going to wake up, his mate next to him telling him he'd been laughing in his sleep because of some strange dream.

"No..." Isaac said as he lightly pinched himself, "I'm...really awake," he whispered under his breath. He let out a sigh and looked at his computer for a second, he'd been told to get back to work, but that was the thing-there was no work for him. He worked so hard that he was always a day or so ahead, next to the normal routine day to day assignments he was required to complete, which he'd already done since his boss called him in only after lunch.

Isaac let out a sigh and leaned back into the chair, he knew he wasn't the quickest guy in the office, but he was definitely the most aggressive. Yes, aggressive in pretty much everyway. When he was young he'd gone to anger management more than just a few times. But that was when he was young, he didn't anymore. Now he was better, now he could channel his anger into more proactive, prosocial actions. He wasn't aggressive to people, only to jobs, he made it proactive. He made sure to attack life with the vigor that he would attack a person that got on his nerve. It wasn't really due to him though, or even his management classes, both himself and the classes failed him. It was his mate that saved him, allowed him to cope.

He owed so much to him, to his mate. Almost everything he did was for his mate, the malamute was everything to him. He really wasn't sure when it happened or why but all he knew and cared about was that he could make the dog happy. Looking over at the clock he felt it was fine to take the day off, what were they going to do? Fire him? Getting up he clocked out and pulled out his cell phone, deciding to make a few plans for the night. Dialing a number he was happy with the quick response, "Hello...can I make a reservation?"

He talked for a few moments and made sure everything was planned, he wanted it to be perfect, even if it was a spur of the moment. He got into his car and opened the door, it creaked as he pulled it open. He crawled over the passenger side and plopped into the driver's seat. After a moment of adjusting his jacket he dug around for his keys. His car got him home and it got him to work, next to that he could only pray that it worked if he needed it to. It was barely in working condition, it sputtered to life, and at this time of the year he was lucky if he made it back home without it stalling on him. It was a good car, or at least that's what he would tell it after every journey. It had survived four decades, ten owners, and three accidents. Isaac was sure he would be the last owner. The door was stuck on the driver's side, which is why he had to crawl over the passenger's side in order to drive. The winters were always tough on it, especially on the interior, sometimes the cold made some of it spilt or tear, and he could try and repair it. You couldn't expect much out of it, it was older than him, ten or so more years older. He was only twenty-six but the car was aged, an elder that demanded a certain amount of respect if it was going to work for someone younger than it.

He sighed as he put the keys into the ignition, and leaned back into the seat, it creaked too, and to his dismay he heard a tear. He leaned over to the side compartment and pulled out a roll of duct tape. Turning around in his seat he tried his best to 'sew' the seat back together, but it was hard with the constricting jacket. Taking it off he gently laid the coat on the other seat. His suit was important to him, it was extremely important to him, he still remembered the day he bought it. He remembered the day he got the car, the day he got to this town, all the days that something happened. He thought back to his life before meeting the malamute; how it had been.

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"You can't just kick me out!" Isaac yelled, but he was practically yelling at a door.

"Actually...we can," his father said, standing next to a brief case.

"That...that's just cruel!" Isaac yelled back. He had no idea how his father could sound so calm, happy even. He punched out at a wall, causing a hole in it, "You can't be serious!"

"I am...and guess what? Life is cruel," his father said, picking up the case. He opened the door and threw it outside, "There's ya' stuff,"

"Why are you doing this?" Isaac asked, a tear at his eye. He wasn't sure if it was anger or if he was actually sad. His home life hadn't been bad, in fact it was pretty good. His parents made lots of money and they always provided. They didn't have a lot of trouble when he told them he was gay, they didn't like it but they didn't hate him for it. He knew they didn't support it, in fact they opposed it. On occasion it had made life a bit awkward at home but never so much that his parents would do what they were doing now. He'd never brought anyone home, in fact, he'd only been on maybe ten dates his entire life, and he was already out of college. All those dates ended sadly too, he was apparently an aggressive guy. After a second he frowned, he was only two weeks out of college.

"We gave you time to find a job..." his mother cut in

"There are no jobs available! I've been looking!" Isaac yelled, his voice losing its belligerent tone. His father and mother's faces didn't change, the door letting in the outside air. He looked between them both for a few more moments before giving a defeated yell. On his way out he made sure to knock over a vase his mother had bought, though that did little to truly soothe his anger.

The door slammed behind him, and there it was-the world. He wasn't with his parents anymore, there wasn't anyone to provide for him, there wasn't anyone to help him. All he had was the clothes on his back, and whatever was in the case at his feet. He kneeled down and opened it, inside there was just clothes, and tucked in a side was three hundred dollars. Closing the case he sat down on it, not sure what exactly he should do. He had a degree in business, and to help his luck, business in the city sucked.

After a few minutes he got up and grabbed the case, deciding to walk somewhere. He didn't have keys to the car his parents let him drive, and he didn't want them, he'd get places without their help. Walking down the street he sighed, wondering what exactly he would do, or where he would go. "Three hundred bucks...." Isaac said, wondering what exactly he could do with that little bit.

Walking around for the next three hours he found nothing in his own home town; nothing. The word held new meaning to him, a much more personal meaning, one he understood vividly. The only thing he found was an exit, and he was taking it. He purchased a ticket to a city called Tousesville, one he had only heard of. He heard it was big, he smiled as he sat down on the bus, 'there must be opportunity there,' he thought.

The town was not what he expected, neither was the opportunity. He didn't find a secure job, he barely found work at all. He did small odd jobs that came to him and barely made a living, if that's what it could be called. On most nights he slept outside, which wasn't good due to how cold it was-the rain didn't help either. Some days he didn't even eat. After a few weeks he knew he couldn't stay and began to move again. His suitcase was no longer with him; he'd sold it for traveling money.

The next city was bigger, and he knew he was probably making a mistake. He was becoming nothing more than a rat that traveled to urban society. The city was Wilburg, which was just outside the capital of a state; which came as a surprise when he heard that. He sighed, he really should've paid more attention in geography.

Life didn't get much better, in fact, it only got worse. Soon he only had two items left; a suit from his junior year in college, and the clothes on his back. The days merged together, he wasn't sure how long he'd been in the city. Work was impossible to find, no one was interested in hiring a runt and a nobody. He didn't bother staying in hotels or motels, not that he could afford them, and instead he saved his money for the chance to buy something to eat. Looking out to the center of the city he sighed, the towers that once seemed so close were now a distant dream.

Slowly one month passed, then another, with each passing one he lost more and more of his dignified look. Eventually he was fighting with others on the street, arguing who could sleep under what bench in the park. It felt like an insult to call his life existence, but he didn't want to give up. There had to be hope, there had to be something out in the city for him. He didn't find it though, instead life only got worse and worse, each passing day a new hell. The winter was harsh, he wasn't sure if he'd make it through. He didn't know the city, he didn't know where he could go, and the first snows were already falling.

"Hey?" a voice asked.

Isaac pushed away from the voice, figuring it was just a citizen telling him to move.

"You OK?" the same voice asked.

Isaac's eyes came to life and he got up as quickly as he could, ready to defend himself if the need be.

"Woah, woah...relax, I'm not here to hurt you," the malamute said. He looked over the wolverine, who looked hurt. There was a gash along his head, just above his eye and he looked as though he hadn't been inside in weeks, though his smell told him it was much longer. Normally he wouldn't stop for people on the street, but he couldn't help himself, he wasn't about to let someone go away who may have needed medical attention.

Isaac backed away; he'd heard that line before. In his first months he'd been fooled more than once by the locals so they could get his money or possessions. He felt bad for most of them though, he did worse to them than they did to him, but that wasn't the case with the last time. He'd been ganged up, and they stole his suit, the last thing he had left. If it hadn't been enough he wasn't even sure what they did to him, besides beat him within a half inch of his life, and he'd been ran out of what was supposed to be a clinic. Now there was nothing; he was nothing, he had nothing, and there was no hope for him.

"I just want to help you..." the malamute said, not making any moves towards the wolverine, "You can trust me," he said. The wolverine looked different than locals, much different. The locals were always in small groups to begin with, and they all had a similar look to them, unlike this one. The wolverine looked feral, distant, like a pariah even to the pariah.

"What do you want?" Isaac asked, trying his best to look menacing.

"My name is Thomas," the dog said and stared at the wolverine.

"I asked what do you want, I don't care who you are," Isaac growled. He stared at the malamute for a moment. He was shorter than him, but bigger, but since he was sure the dog also ate better than he did. He guessed the dog was almost half a foot shorter than him, as he seemed to stand at five and a half feet. It looked like his fur was a plain black and white pattern. Isaac stared at him, it looked like he had a helmet because of the way the black fur surrounded his eyes. The dog's eyes were silver.

"To help...just to help," Thomas said, hoping the wolverine would stop acting so defensive.

Isaac looked at the malamute for a moment before sighing and relaxing, it wasn't like he had anything to lose. He leaned back down and sighed, "You can't help me...I ran out of luck and chances awhile back,"

Thomas moved forward and smiled at the wolverine, "I don't think so...come-on," he said and walked beside the wolverine. They walked for a bit before they got to a car. Thomas looked over at the wolverine, he wondered what exactly he was doing in the city, and why he had been in an alley. He didn't ask the wolverine though, he didn't want to upset him.

Isaac leaned against the glass of the window, it was warm. He felt himself drifting off to sleep quickly. He was woke up later though, by the malamute shaking him gently trying to let him know something.

"Hey, come-on...I have a first-aid kit inside,"

Isaac looked at the malamute, trying to figure out what to do. If he went inside then so much could go wrong, he didn't even know the dog. How could he trust him, for all he knew he was a serial killer. The house was a wreck, but it was at least that. Sighing he walked inside, it wasn't like any alternatives were good either. He felt the dog's paw on his shoulder. Inside the house was a bit better. It was obvious the dog tried his best to keep it in neat condition.

"OK...in the bathroom I have a first-aid kit...you can sit in the kitchen," Thomas said and helped the wolverine sit down. He ran back into the bathroom and got the kit, but before going back stopped. He was letting someone into his house, someone he didn't even know. What if this guy was all alone for a reason? He shook his head, that shouldn't matter, he needed attention. Running back down the hall he saw that the wolverine had his head in his paws. "Hey...I need ya' to lean up bud,"

Isaac did as he was told.

"OK...this might sting...close your eyes tightly," he said and waited till the wolverine had done so. He poured some rubbing alcohol over the gash, and heard Isaac suppress a pained yelp. The gash was disgusting looking, black and caked over. He rubbed it with a cloth and could tell it was infected. He sighed, wondering what exactly happened, he heard the wolverine hiss under him, trying to fight back the pain. He dabbed at his eyebrow, trying to keep any alcohol away from his eye. The gash was red now, and had begun to bleed again. Thomas sighed he hoped he wasn't just making things worse, he didn't even have real medical knowledge. After he cleaned it he put on a large band aid, "OK...umm, I think that should be better,"

Isaac opened his eyes and looked up at the malamute, who moved away and sat down across from him. He began to look around the house, and his eyes wandered to the refrigerator, which he couldn't pull them away from. He wanted to be kind, he'd already been treated, he wasn't about to ask for anything from the dog. Apparently he couldn't even hide where his eyes went though.

"You want something to eat?" Thomas asked, standing up.

"I'm fine...I don't wa-" Isaac was trying to say before the malamute laughed.

"It was rhetorical..." Thomas said with a chuckle.

"I'm not a charity case!" Isaac growled, suddenly offended.

"OK, I never said you were...hey, how about this; I give you food and you have to answer...umm...twenty questions?" Thomas suggested, thinking of the game as he did so.

Isaac smiled, it felt like the first time in months, and it hurt; 'use it or lose it...I guess,' he thought to himself. He chuckled; his muscles used to smile probably hadn't been used in a very long time. He looked back at the malamute, "OK...that sounds fine," he said, not really wanting to turn down a chance for food.

Thomas smiled and began to make a sandwich, he was sure to put on some extra food. Instead of giving him chips he got out some fruit, he wanted the wolverine to eat healthy and to get something nutritional. After a minute he fixed it all and set a plate in front of the wolverine, who just stared at it. "So...what's your name?"

"Isaac..."

Thomas watched the wolverine for a moment, noticing he wasn't touching. He pushed the plate towards him, "Come-on...I worked hard on that," he said with a chuckle.

Isaac didn't wait a moment, digging into the sandwich. After a moment he realized how uncivilized it must've seemed and stopped, quickly putting it down and trying to eat with some dignity. He set it down and looked at the malamute, he felt his tongue tied and tried to force out something, "Thanks..." he said, forcing the words out. They were words that he hadn't said in what seemed like an eternity, and ones that he felt as though were full of spite.

"Where ya' from?" Thomas asked, leaning back in the chair.

"Nowhere,"

"That's not a very good answer don't ya' think?"

Isaac looked up, "No it wasn't. And you're down to seventeen questions,"

"Am I?" Thomas asked with a chuckle.

"Sixteen,"

"Harsh,"

Isaac looked up at the malamute, "Who are you again?"

"I'm Thomas...I don't mind Tom...much shorter and not near as fancy sounding don't ya' think? But either is Ok I guess..."

"Sure...you have fifteen questions now,"

"No, I have sixteen, you asked me so I got an extra,"

Isaac looked up at the malamute that was smiling at him. He scowled, but felt it melt, for some reason he didn't feel angry, or at least it faded. He was angry, better to say pissed, pissed at the world, pissed at his parents, pissed at everyone. He knew it was just anger at the world and he didn't care, he didn't want to let go of it. After a moment he returned to his sandwich, finishing it off, "Fair enough..." he said under his breath.

"Good sandwich? You want another? How about some water?"

Isaac looked up again at the dog, wondering if he was trying to be funny. From his expression he couldn't tell though, he looked sincere. Scoffing he looked down and bit into his apple, "No,"

Thomas looked at the wolverine for a moment, he was so hostile. It was hard to make him even respond, but then again, he wasn't expecting him to be an open book. He stared at the ground for a moment, wondering what he could say. "So...jus-"

"What's with you?! You some kind of freak?" Isaac asked with a yell and immediately wished he hadn't said anything. His face took on an ashamed look and he looked down at the floor. He wanted to get out, despite everything he felt better outside than in here.

"I'm at fifteen questions now..." Thomas said, a bit shaken by the sudden burst. He felt a bit scared in all honesty, he wasn't sure what exactly to do now. It was silent for a moment, neither willing to say anything at the moment. He wasn't really sure what else he could say. He didn't want the wolverine to be upset, and also didn't want to have any trouble. He looked out the window, it seemed that doing the right thing sometimes didn't make things go so well.

"Sor-sorry," Isaac choked out, the words catching in his mouth. He found it hard to do anything that required humbling himself, or even letting his emotions out.

"Umm...are you OK?" Thomas asked, making sure to try and ask as nicely as possible.

The question took Isaac by surprise, and it offended him for a moment. He growled at the malamute, "What's that suppose-" he was asking before he cut himself off. He looked down at his paws, unsure what to do. He knew he was an aggressive person, but he felt like everything he was doing was horrible. It was pathetic. "Sorr....sorry,"

Thomas stared at the wolverine, wondering if he was possibly bipolar. He shook his head, it didn't seem like it. "So..." he said again, trying to make conversation, "what brings you to Wilburg?"

"Nothing...I-Nothing," Isaac said again, shutting his mouth before he could really say anything.

"OK...ummm, is your eye OK?"

"Yeah, it's better...thanks," Isaac said, the words didn't burn as much. He looked up at the dog and saw his tail wag lightly, but as soon as he looked up it also stopped, "...What do you do?"

"Do I do?"

"Job...what's your job?" Isaac asked, looking around the house.

"Oh...well, I'm working a nightshift for some power company. I read up on some electrical work and make the best of my mind. How about you...I mean, do you have anything you can do?"

Isaac sighed, "I finished college, but apparently my degree isn't doing anything,"

"What did ya' major in?"

"Business economics..." Isaac said and sighed again. He could tell you up and down about the economy but it seemed pointless. In a chart he was just part of that percentile that wasn't contributing anything to the economy.

"Oh that's neat..."

"You go to college?"

"Yeah, I'm an art major...see where that got me, right?" Thomas asked with a chuckle.

Isaac chuckled lightly, the first time in months.

Thomas felt his face beam, it was a relief to know the wolverine could actually smile, or at least fake one. "My work is becoming quite...static I think,"

Isaac chuckled again, the joke was corny but it worked. He felt a light smile cover his muzzle. The malamute was kind. The realization that this was all momentary hit him and he frowned, knowing this was but a fleeting moment of a life he could only now dream of. "Well...thanks...I guess I'll head out n-"

"Woah, woah...where do you think you're going?" Thomas asked, standing up.

Isaac looked over at the dog, surprised that his growl wasn't in him at the moment.

"I still have," the dog said and stopped for moment, mouthing some words, "I still have twelve questions...and I don't want you to go anywhere till I'm sure you're head is OK,"

"You can't keep me here!" Isaac growled.

"Dang...no sense of honor...I thought you would stick around till our deal was finished," Thomas said with a sigh. He wasn't really sure what he was doing. He still had no idea who this person really even was. He wanted to make sure the wolverine was OK, but did he want to risk his own health to do that?

"Why are you helping me?"

"Ohh...thirteen questions now," Thomas said with a smile. "I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do,"

"Why not help all the other people...why me? Surely there are others who are worse off than me, right?" Isaac asked, curious as to what the dog's motives were.

The question stopped the dog. He really had no idea why he was helping him, besides it being the right thing to do. It wasn't like he singled him out for any reason, it had just been like that. After a second he tried to reply, "I don't know...I mean, I'm sure there are, but I didn't really choose you. You where in a place at a time and I was too...there sometimes isn't a meaning to everything that happens...sometimes you just do something because...well, just because..."

Isaac stared at the dog, he wasn't sure really how much time was passing. The 'explanation' was poor, sad even. He hated to think that something was happening for just not reason. After a moment he sighed, it didn't look like he had much choice. He saw the dog smiled and couldn't really stop a small smile of his own.

"You want to take a shower?"

Isaac stared at the dog for a moment; he hadn't showered in months, since rain didn't really make you clean after a certain point. He reluctantly accepted, guessing even if he didn't want to do it; it was probably better for him to rinse away the rancid smell he probably reeked of. The warm water felt great, but as he stared at the floor he was disgusted by watching how much grime went out, how dirty he was. He made sure to scrub well, he had no idea when there would be such a chance again. The soap smelt great, and he almost felt bad for using it on himself. When he finally got out he stood at what he thought was a drain. He yelped in surprise when a blast of air came from above and realized it was a drying machine. The air wasn't as warm as the water, but it dried him very well. Looking around he couldn't find his clothes, not knowing where they had gone, but he noticed the door had been unlocked. He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door, "Thomas...where are my clothes?" he yelled, a bit angry with the intrusion.

Thomas ran around the corner to the wolverine with a pair of pants and a shirt and stopped when he saw the wolverine. He stared at Isaac for a moment, the wolverine glaring at him, before realizing that he was staring at the animal. "Here are some clothes...I was hoping to get them to you before you realized,"

Isaac took the clothes and watched as the malamute stared at him, he scoffed and walked away, back into the bathroom. When he closed the door he quickly put on the new clothes, loving how great they felt. Even if they had been worn before, the feel of clean clothes was something he would never take for granted again. Sighing he realized how much of a jerk he was being to the dog; who had done nothing but be nice to him.

Thomas sighed and shook his head violently as he walked back to the living room. The wolverine looked different with just a clean body. He heard the door from the bathroom open and moved back around the corner, "Did they fit O-Stay out of that room!" he yelled the wolverine messing with a door knob.

Isaac jumped and looked at the dog. He fought back his anger, it was misplaced, he was the intruder after all, "Sorry..." he said, the words beginning to actually have meaning to him.

Thomas walked up and led the wolverine away from the door, "It's fine...I just don't really...well...just stay away from that room,"

They moved back to the living room and Isaac sat down on the couch, amazed with how comfortable it felt. The two managed to talk for a bit before Isaac fell asleep. When he woke up the dog was gone, with a note saying he was off to work and would be back with supper later. He wondered if he should leave, but couldn't force himself to. He noticed a newspaper, and to his surprise it was opened to the job section, and he couldn't help but wonder if the dog had done that to him-with the phone right next to the paper it seemed like too much to be coincidence. He began to search though. He read the jobs through and through, making sure he was ready for anything.

Thomas was getting off work and made sure to grab food for the wolverine and himself, stopping by a local deli. When he walked in he thought he could hear the wolverine's voice.

"Really? Yes, yes, that would be great!" Isaac said, ecstatic about the sudden change in luck. It took him a few calls, being put on hold for a few hours, and this was after he'd been denied the job for the other ten jobs but he finally had one. At a local firm, he was somewhere where he actually could work, even if he wouldn't really be part of it. Even firms needed janitors after all. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" he was saying but the operator had already hung-up. He heard the door open and saw the dog coming in.

"I got soup," Thomas said as he came into the room. He set down the container of soup and handed the wolverine a spoon as he got one for himself, along with a cup. He put some of the soup into his cup and began to eat, "So what have you been up to?"

Isaac looked at the dog for a moment, "Thanks..." he said and put some of the soup into his muzzle, it was good.

"For what?" Thomas asked.

Isaac looked up at the dog and chuckled, knowing he was just playing dumb. It was strange, how much better he felt, how a good sleep and a change in luck could make him feel so much better.

"You can sleep on the couch," Thomas said with a sigh as he stood up after they finished eating.

"Thomas, I want to know...why are you being nice to me...you don't do this kind of stuff for just no reason,"

Thomas looked at the wolverine for a moment before sighing, "I guess I wanted to do something different. I don't mean that this is just a one time thing...I just wanted to change my life I guess. I have a pretty good life...it ain't all that, but I thought, 'hey, why not just do something different,' you know?"

Isaac stared at the dog, "No..."

Thomas couldn't help but laugh as he walked off, "Well, just get some sleep,"

"I got a job!" Isaac yelled, the dog stopping.

"Really?" Thomas asked, not really surprised, he'd left a breadcrumb trail for the wolverine to follow.

"Yeah...so...I mean, do you want me to pay rent?"

Thomas smiled, so the wolverine wanted to stay? He nodded a bit, "Sure...if it makes you feel better..." he said and walked off again.

Time began to pass, life slowly became better. It was strange, how it changed when he met Thomas. Over the course of two months he came to like the malamute, at least to be able to talk on end with him-like a friend. At the first thought of dating the dog he stopped it in his tracks. He knew the dog was dating someone, that the dog went out every few nights, but at the same time he always returned. Whenever he questioned him about he just chuckled and told him, 'another first date and last date combined' or something to that affect. He found it hard to believe the dog had trouble with the ladies, with how nice he looked, but he never told him so. He wasn't about to risk everything with something so simple as a preference. Due to that he never went on a date with anyone, he didn't want to risk it. Survival was more important than pleasure. Over the course though he had taken notice of the dog's body; taking the guilty pleasure of watching him from time to time. The dog rarely went without something on, but he knew the dog slept in the nude, because the dog would occasionally check-up on him at night. Sometimes he would just stand there and watch him, and Isaac was sure he wouldn't have if he knew he was awake, but he feigned sleep for the opportunity to get a better look at the dog. Thomas's chest had white fur on it, with black fur on his shoulders that went down his arms, but only in a single stripe on each limb. The dog's black fur ran down his arms and legs in a single stripe each, and on his back it all combined, as it moved up his head where it ended at his eye. The dog's physique was good too, he wasn't built, and he was a bit large, but Isaac enjoyed the sight. There was weight on him, but the dog never showed real signs of being big, not in clothes, but without a shirt the dog's added weight was a bit more visible. Isaac didn't really know when it happened, but he found that he liked the dog. After a few months of living with him he was beginning to develop a crush on him. The dog still went on dates though, and he always hated to see him go, but was secretly glad whenever he returned the same night. The fact that the dog always returned told him that he either finished 'business' early, or he really did strike out-which he always did.

His job was, mediocre. He worked shifts and found the conversation to be lacking to say the least. Most of it revolved around who was banging who or the best times one had when wasted, which they remembered with only slight accuracy. That did change one day, when he had to go to the firm. He heard some people talking over an equation and stopped from his work. He stared at it for a moment and he noticed that the others were staring at him too. He moved over to a table and began to write, quickly working through it. He left it on the table and walked off, and chuckled when he heard the others yelling at each other, they seemed angry they couldn't find the answer. Later that day he was actually called into the office and was asked how he knew the answer, "Well...that's because fourth grade math was simple," he said, staring at the equation again.

From there he knew he was being watched. He didn't expect anything amazing to happen, but he was hoping that maybe he would be noticed. It wasn't about instant gratification-one year, two years, five years, no matter the amount he was ready to wait for his chance. There was the occasional question but he never really got an opportunity to use his major. He worked slowly and enjoyed finding the occasional piece of paper that had some numbers on it, so he could just keep fresh.

Thomas's job was a bit better, as he put it. He enjoyed the work and was paid much better than Isaac. He was pretty much the bread winner and he rarely took money from the wolverine. It wasn't a lot of money but it was enough to live. The existence was simple, they rarely made enough to do anything with it, besides save money and hope that it would help them if they ever needed to use it.

Thanksgiving approached quickly and Isaac couldn't help but think of his family. He tried to call them, but no-one was home. He left a number for them to call back, but they never did. It was sad and he didn't want it to affect him but he couldn't' help it, and apparently he was showing it too.

"You OK?" Thomas asked one day as they were eating. They were practically roommates now. He enjoyed the wolverine's company, besides the occasional outburst Isaac was good company. The outbursts had been bad at first, and still were, but he was surprised that the wolverine would often apologize to him afterwards. There had been a few holes in the wall and a few broken items in the house, and the wolverine always apologized afterwards.

"I'm fine..." Isaac said, not really wanting to talk.

"So...what are you doing for Thanksgiving?"

Isaac glared up at Thomas and stopped, the dog's eyes calming him down immediately. He sighed and looked down at his food, "Nothing..."

"Cool...umm, because...well," Thomas was trying to stay but couldn't' help but stutter over his words, "You know...you can come with me to my family's...if you want to...that is,"

Isaac stared at the dog for a moment, it was strange to see him act that way, he was sure that under the dog's fur he was blushing. He looked back down at his food and took another bite, "Don't you want to take a date?"

Thomas let out a sigh, "I'm done dating for a bit..." he said, a bit depressed at the topic.

"Women," Isaac said with a scoff.

"Yeah..." Thomas agreed, and wanted to leave it at that. He looked back up at the wolverine, "So...you want to go?"

"I don't want to impose on your family," Isaac said simply.

"You wouldn't...besides it'd be fun for you to tag along," Thomas said, not wanting the wolverine to be alone during a holiday.

"OK...I guess," Isaac replied, smiling lightly.

The week passed and soon it was thanksgiving. Isaac carried in a small dish, just a simple desert, sine he insisted on carrying something. The dog's family was big, huge actually, he thought it was more like a large business meeting, with nothing but malamutes. He felt like a black dot in the snow, and he found that he was looked at a lot too, with a few people whispering. He looked over at Thomas, "I sh-"

"You're staying," Thomas said, not wanting the wolverine to go anywhere.

Isaac swallowed the lump in his throat, the first time he'd felt one in many years. He didn't know what to do. He set down his item and immediately went back to Thomas, who was talking with his parents. They were nice, extremely so, and he felt a bit relieved that he wasn't being singled out. There was the occasional introduction, and then it was time to eat. Isaac got a bit of food and looked around, and then saw Thomas waving him over to a table. When he sat down the conversation flowed slowly and they asked him a bit about his job, but none of it seemed out of place. As time passed the family began to fan out, some leaving.

Another malamute ran up and patted Thomas on the shoulder, "You go, finally getting back in the field aren't you?" he asked with a laugh.

Thomas pushed the dog away, "Shut-up!" he said with a chuckle.

Isaac looked down at his plate, those were the jokes he had wanted to avoid at all costs, people making jokes that he was with the malamute. Not just a friend, but actually with the dog.

"Now Josh," Thomas's mother said, "Don't go embarrassing them...Thomas hasn't brought a date in a long time,"

Thomas laughed, but Isaac could tell it was forced, and he looked over at the dog, who avoided looking at him. "I'm going to go some desert..." Isaac said, looking for an excuse to get up. As he walked away he listened in on them though. He saw that the entire desert he had made was gone, and felt a bit happy. The conversation was interesting;

"You guys just shut-up please!" Thomas said, trying to whisper.

"He doesn't know th-" his mother was saying.

"We're friends! Nothing more! Besides...I haven't dated a guy in years...I've been striking out with girls so far,"

"So you never told him you were bi?" his father asked.

Thomas let out a loud sigh, he hated that word. He hated being classified mostly. He didn't really look for a specific gender; he just cared about the more intimate parts of being with someone. In high school he had dated a few guys, but he hadn't dated one a guy in almost five years. His luck with the guys tended to be that he ended up dating a girl without breasts, so he made sure to end those quickly. The last thing he wanted was to be with someone who was only different from a girl by what was in their pants. By how Isaac acted he assumed the wolverine was straight, he didn't ever bring it up, there wasn't a need to, "No...because he doesn't need to know...shut-up please...he's coming back,"

Isaac sat down and wasn't exactly sure what to do. The news was strange, like he'd just been knocked over by an unforeseen wave. He tried to make conversation, with the family, asking them about what they did. He was happy when it worked and there were no more questions, and Thomas began to become relaxed again-though it was obvious the dog was nervous. They left after a few hours and it was silent in the car, Isaac wanted to talk but he didn't want to make the dog uncomfortable. "Your family is nice...thanks for inviting me,"

"Yeah...they're good..." Thomas replied, not looking at the wolverine.

"So...about what they said..." Isaac said, deciding to go for the direct approach.

Thomas looked over at the wolverine and was visibly nervous, "Yeah...it's true, my mom really does use twenty packs of cheese in her casserole...it's a hea-"

"Not that," Isaac interrupted.

It was silent for a moment, Thomas chuckling lightly, "Yeah...I didn't think that's what you meant. I'm sorry...If it made you uncomfortable...I should've told you. But Isaac, I didn't take you as my date...I haven't dated a guy since high school and...well, you know my luck with women is nonexistent,"

Isaac looked out the window, what was he supposed to do? The malamute that he had come to like was at least interested in other males, but he wasn't sure if the dog would return the feelings. "I'm OK with it..." he choked out.

"That was a bad lie," Thomas said with a sad laugh.

"No, I'm not lying..." Isaac said, his voice a bit nervous now. He didn't know why he was doing this now; why his nervousness about approaching the malamute had to come out at this moment. When he'd thought Thomas was straight he wasn't nervous, probably because he assumed there wasn't a chance with the dog, but now that felt different. His hopes skyrocketed, even though he knew it was just his false hopes. The dog had told him they hadn't been with another guy in forever. Guessing that the dog might be interested seemed like a far hope.

"You are..." Thomas said, a bit depressed.

"No, trust me I'm not lying," Isaac said, his voice a bit more confident. "I mean, you know, it's kind of surprising...I always thought you were straight,"

"Well, I mean...it's not like that. I just...you know, I've met a few guys who I think are attractive...more so than girls,"

Isaac chuckled, "Yeah,"

Thomas was silent not exactly sure what he should say. The wolverine was definitely acting strange, more strange than when they had first met. He was wringing his paws together and caught the occasional glance. He thought about what he'd just said, and wondered for a bit. Had the wolverine just agreed with him? He shook his head and sighed. The rest of the drive was silent as was when they got home. Thomas walked into his room and sat down on the bed with a sigh, hating all this. He knew the wolverine was freaked out, how could he not be? He looked up and saw Isaac standing in his doorway.

"Hey...can I talk with you for a sec?" Isaac asked, his paws tightly packed into a fist.

"Sure..."

Isaac stepped into the room and sat down on the bed next to the dog. He wasn't sure if he was doing it because he wanted to be close to him or because he thought it might help the malamute to relax. "I'm OK with it really...but I need to let you know something. It's a bit awkward, I mean...I guess it's ironic too...but...I like you,"

Thomas stared at the wolverine before smiling, "Thanks," he said and chuckled lightly. It almost sounded like a bad joke.

Isaac sighed, seeing the dog didn't understand it. "No, Thomas...I mean, that I like you...you know?" he asked and watched the dog who just stared at him. He was dumbfounded, was the dog clueless? He took a deep breath and looked at him, "OK, I never told you to begin with because I was basically mooching off you and I didn't want to ruin the thing I had...I didn't want to end back up on the streets...but then I found that I liked you, you know, we became friends. After that...well...I suck at this...umm, Thomas, when I said I like you I was being a bit more open. I mean...you know, that," he said, rambling on his words, "That I like you...and," he said and took another deep breath, "OK here's what you need to know; what I meant is that I'm gay and I like you because I know I would date you...."

Thomas stared at the wolverine for a moment, not really sure whether he believed him or not. Part of him told him that the wolverine said it just to get it through to him that he really was OK with his sexuality, but he also wanted to believe the wolverine. He knew that Isaac wasn't exactly social, and that he couldn't ever remember hearing him talk about girls or dating. It sounded like it made sense.

"You get it now?" Isaac asked, nervous again.

"You serious?" Thomas asked.

Isaac sighed, the dog really was clueless. He had hoped for a revelation moment where the dog would just have a flashlight beaming over his head, but instead it was more like he had a lantern that was running out of oil. He sighed and looked at the malamute, "Yes, I'm serious,"

Thomas looked away, "Okay...fine...whatever you want to tell yourself," he said and lay down on the bed, turning his back to the wolverine.

Isaac felt dumbfounded, the dog didn't believe him. He growled and looked more seriously at the malamute. It was more the fact that he really was gay and the dog didn't believe him than the fact that he was trying to comfort the dog now. "I'm not telling myself anything!"

Thomas looked up suddenly, surprised by the wolverine's tone. "Dude, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but it doesn't matter. OK, if you think that making something up about yourself is going to make me feel better then feel free, but when I want you to drop it can you please drop it?

"Who do you think you are?" Isaac asked angrily.

"Hey! Don't get that tone with me! If you're fine with it than just drop the topic, OK? Please, just stop lying like that!"

Isaac pushed the malamute, who let out a small yelp. He wasn't really concerned with letting the dog know he was fine with it. It was more to just let him know that he was serious. He saw Thomas sit back up and push him also, pushing him off the bed. Isaac jumped up, "Who are you to tell me I'm lying?"

"You think I'm just going to believe you like that? You don't even act gay! You're the straightest guy in this room, or have you not realized that?" Thomas asked. He felt like a fool though, but his emotions were controlling him. If the wolverine really was gay, what would that mean for them? He shook his head and growled at Isaac, but the wolverine pushed him down and was on top of him.

Isaac leaned forward pushed his friend down, pinning him to the bed. Suddenly it was quiet, as though everything was different. He didn't know why, but neither of them were yelling now, and neither was pushing on the other. He looked down at the malamute before leaning forward and kissing the dog on the lips, partly because he had wanted to for so long, and partly to drive in his point to him. He made sure to kiss the dog deeply, and pulled away, glaring at him.

Thomas felt dumbfounded again. He stared at Isaac before yelling, "What the heck was that?!"

Isaac glared at him and pushed the dog back down onto the bed, "You tell me?" he said and stomped out of the room. If he hadn't have been so pissed the entire scene would've been funny. Two guys who wanted to act like normal guys arguing over which one was the gayest. He slammed the door behind him with an angry yell. He headed for the door and punched a wall on his way out, leaving a hole in it.

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Isaac chuckled as his mind returned to the present. He looked down at his watch, it was time to meet his mate. Things had turned out well over the years, but that was a different memory in itself. He got up and climbed over the car seat again and managed to pull himself out of the wreckage he called his car. He heard a door slam and looked around for the malamute, who was walking up to him. He began to walk briskly down to the malamute, trying to still maintain a decent demeanor.

"Hey honey," Thomas said as he met up with the wolverine in the parking lot. He let out a yelp as he was pulled into a kiss, the wolverine kissing him surprisingly roughly-even for him.

Isaac pulled away and smiled at his mate, "Hey yourself,"

"What has you so happy today?" Thomas asked, smiling at the wolverine whose smile was beaming at him.

Isaac had wanted to wait, to tell his mate after the diner but felt like he was about to explode if he didn't tell the dog, "Guess what?"

Thomas smiled as his mate stared at him, "I don't know...what?"

His mate let out a grunt as he hugged him tighter. He stole another kiss and felt like he was on fire, "No you have to guess,"

"I don't know...umm, you found a jar ecstasy?"

Isaac chuckled-he was probably acting like he was on drugs, but he didn't care. He was so happy right now, nothing felt like it could go wrong. He smiled at the dog, "I got it,"

"You got what?" Thomas asked, not fully understanding what the wolverine meant yet. It sounded like he meant the drugs and cocked his head.

"The promotion,"

"You got a promotion? That's great!" Thomas said and kissed his mate lightly.

"No, no...I got the promotion," Isaac replied, not much had changed between them besides the fact that they were now a couple. The dog was still clueless, but it was one of his appealing traits.

Thomas felt his face drop as he realized what his mate meant and almost shouted with joy. He knew how much it meant to the wolverine to get it, how hard he had worked for it. "I'm so happy for you!" he exclaimed and kissed his mate again, "So, we're celebrating your success tonight?"

"Nope," Isaac said with a chuckle, "We're celebrating yours,"

"Mine...I didn't do anything,"

"You did everything," Isaac said, his tone low.

The malamute chuckled and felt the wolverine kiss him again. They walked into the restaurant and he was amazed at how it was. They had never been anywhere this nice, this looked like it was some first class place-it looked like just the bread was worth more than what they both made in an hour. The food was great too. Everything was, it was amazing. It wasn't because of the price, it was the occasion. The fact that his mate was going to move up in the office, it was astounding. They ate and were soon out. His mate took him to the park, and kept telling him how thankful for everything he had done for him, how he was going to make their lives better. When they finally got home he was pulling into an embrace, the wolverine nuzzling him roughly. He couldn't escape from it, and was soon being carried through the house, the wolverine leading them into the bedroom they now shared. He felt himself plop down as his mate moved over him, kissing him the entire time. "I wish you got promotions more often," Thomas said with a chuckle.

Isaac pulled away from his mate's neck and smiled, "You just want me to be like this more often..."

"Maybe...bu-" Thomas was trying to say before he let out a yelp as his mate kissed him again. He knew it was pointless to try and say anything anymore, the wolverine was too caught up in the moment. He decided to enjoy it, not only for himself but for his mate too. He returned the kiss heavily, and began to work at the wolverine's shirt, but he pulled away.

"...Just get out of your clothes before I rip them off," Isaac said as he pulled away from the malamute. He pulled up his mate so that they could both get out of their clothes. He stripped of his own clothes, the suit he was usually delicate with being ripped off as quickly as he could, not caring where it would land. Apparently he was faster than his mate, because his mate was pulling off his socks when he finally got out of all his clothes. Smiling he leaned back and watched his mate strip, enjoying the show, but his own impatience wouldn't allow him to wait. He grabbed his mate and pushed him onto the bed again. He leaned down and kissed at the malamute's chest, all the while pulling off his mate's pants. He ripped them off and smiled at his mate.

"You're certainly eager," Thomas said as he moved a paw down and grabbed the wolverine's sheath, making his mate groan.

Isaac pulled away after a moment and smiled at his mate, "That's because you're just that great,"

Thomas chuckled and licked the wolverine's nose, "I've told you how proud I am of you, right?"

Isaac smiled and kissed the malamute lightly on the lips, "And I've already told you...it's all due to you..."

Thomas chuckled, the wolverine kept saying that. While they were in the park the wolverine hadn't neglected to praise him. Telling him that he was such a great mate; how now he was going to make up for everything; all the times he'd stayed late at work, all the times he didn't come home, all the times he had to cancel a date, all the times he was too tired to spend real quality time with him. It was almost too much, the wolverine telling him how he was so happy he could deal with him, how he never held his angry outburst against him, the way he was loyal to him while he had been so caught up in work, and how he was so lucky to have met him. Thomas smiled at his mate, "You have a silver tongue you know..."

Isaac smiled and kissed the malamute again. He tried to keep his enthusiasm to a minimum, and to just let the kiss grow. He moved his paws down the dog's sides, enjoying how his soft fur felt, pulling on his mate and moaning loudly as he explored the malamute's muzzle. It was funny, how the dog would change when they were in bed. He was often very calm, but Isaac realized quickly that all he had to do was just push the right buttons and he could have the dog being almost as aggressive as himself-if not more so. He was doing it right now, and let out a happy moan as the dog pulled on his head, forcing him deeper into the kiss, not that he had to try too hard. The dog's tongue ran over his own and he quickly pulled away from his mate, only to change the angle of the kiss and returned to it; Thomas moaning gratefully as he did. The feeling of the dog's paw running down his back made him grind into him, rubbing their growing cocks against each other. He could feel the dog's tongue running over his own and playing with it, the malamute all the while returning every small grind.

Thomas pulled a bit on his mate and let out a whine as his cock slipped out of his sheath, the wolverine's sheath tickling the tip of his canine member. He felt the wolverine pull on his fur, something that his mate seemed to enjoy, and he enjoyed it too, giving out a loud moan of approval. His mate's paws roamed over him, pulling on him and one moved to the back of his own head as Isaac pulled him into the kiss, just as he was doing. Thomas let out a moan and let his own paw fall from the back of Isaac's head so he could hug the wolverine tightly. He played with the wolverine's tongue with his own, pulling on it and tasting his mate. It was one of his favorite things to do with the wolverine, to kiss him as he was doing now.

Isaac moaned as his cock rubbed against his mate's. He could feel the dog's every movement below him. It was obvious that Thomas was caught up in the kiss though, the dog making every effort to keep it as it was. He enjoyed to play with the dog, the act as though he was going to pull away, or to lightly wrestle with the dog's tongue; each action making Thomas more and more hard. He kissed him deeply for a bit longer before pulling away.

"You really do have a silver tongue," Thomas said and licked his mate again. He pushed the larger male off of him and rolled over on top of him. He smiled at his mate and kissed him on the lips again, and moved his paw down the wolverine's stomach. He rubbed his mate's black pattern and smiled at him. He laid his head lazily on the wolverine's chest and stared up at him, "My own little 'road to pleasure' from you...I think it's my favorite place to travel, but...I want to know; what do you want?" he asked as he ran a finger over his mate's cock.

Isaac smiled and let out a pleasured sigh as his cock was stroked, "Besides you?" he asked.

Thomas smile and leaned forward kissing the wolverine, "That earned you a kiss,"

"What do I get to earn you breeding me?"

Thomas smiled, "Hmm...I don't know...I think I have to ask what I have to do for that treat," he said with a low voice and nipped at his mate's shoulder once, "You want me to be the top tonight?" he asked with a smile as he continued to nibble on his mate's shoulder.

"Please," Isaac moaned. He knew the dog was just playing with him. The malamute was usually the top, which he didn't mind. He loved the feeling in truth. He had never even imagined himself being the bottom before he met the malamute, but for him, it didn't matter. In fact, he wanted the dog to be the top more often. The dog was amazing, not only as a mate, but also as a lover. He smiled and realized that he'd be able to spend more time with the dog now with his new job. All the nights he'd missed out on having the dog pound into him, or all the nights he had settled for a quick kiss, they all seemed like distant memories now. As long as he was close to the dog he would take any role his mate wanted-there wasn't a thing he thought the dog could do that he wouldn't enjoy.

Thomas smiled and looked at the wolverine, "Well, I'm still taking a ride down this road," he chuckled as he kissed his mate on the chest, his tongue playing on the black fur of the wolverine's chest. He moved down the wolverine's body and gently kissed his stomach before going back to 'the road' of his mate's chest. It was something he'd loved at first sight, how it made the wolverine look. He enjoyed teasing the wolverine, and he really did think of it as a 'road' of sorts, each destination holding something of desire for him. Above holding the face he loved. He moved down and was at the 'end of the road' though that was the best part. The wolverine's cock was rigid and leaking a stream of pre that Thomas couldn't help but lick it up. He licked the cock and took the tip into his muzzle, sucking more pre onto his tongue. Forcing himself, he pulled away from the cock, his real destination was just a bit away. He felt a paw on his head, pulling on his fur and he yelped. He glared up at the wolverine.

"Sorry hon' I didn't really know how else to make you stop..."

"I'll make you pay for that. You know I hate it when you do that," Thomas said, rubbing his head lightly. His head was sensitive, especially whenever someone pulled on his head fur.

"I hope you make me pay for it," Isaac said with a chuckle. His mate moved back up his body and he hugged him, "I really am sorry," he said and nuzzled the dog.

Thomas smiled, he couldn't stay angry at the wolverine. He nuzzled him and ran his paws down to his mate's butt, grabbing it, "What did you want?"

"I was thinking we could we switch up the normal way we...well, get relaxed," Isaac suggested.

"Oh...how so?"

"You remember last month...when my business sent me to that little hotel?"

"Oh, you mean the one that you smuggled me into and where we didn't have heat or AC?" Thomas asked, smiling. They often did that, the business would send Isaac somewhere and he would tag along to be with the wolverine. The business would only provide for one room, as they said, 'they weren't paying for romantic get aways' or anything like that. But it almost made it better, as if it was something banned, and doing it just added to the excitement. He was sure he already knew what the wolverine wanted, and his tail began to wag behind him. It wasn't anything too strange, but they had never really done it before that time. When they did it was the wolverine that had been the top. He was excited to return the favor.

"Yeah...that one," Isaac said, smiling at the malamute's tail wagged behind him.

Thomas kissed the wolverine on the lips quickly, "That was the worst hotel ever, the only good thing in it was the bed,"

"That's pretty much the only thing we used..." Isaac replied, smiling and kissed the dog in return. He smiled as the dog rolled off of him and he turned around. He saw the dog looking up at him, head to head but their bodies were now apart. He smiled as the dog kissed him for a few moments, eagerly returning it. He pulled away from him, smiling at the dog, his mate's tongue lazily hanging out of his muzzle.

"Hurry up," Thomas said and the wolverine laughed, quickly moving down the dog's body.

Isaac quickly reached his destination, and felt the dog immediately begin to work on his tail-hole, a moan escaping him. The dog's tongue running over his hole and teasing him a bit. Isaac leaned down and lapped at the malamute's sack, enjoying how his mate would shudder beneath him. He began to take more and more time with the dog's balls, enjoying how the dog's musk tasted on his tongue. He felt his mate pull away from his hole.

"If you don't get down to business you are going to have a harder time taking me," Thomas said simply and returned to what was in front of him. He rimmed the wolverine's hole and finally pushed his tongue through, his mate giving a loud moan of approval. He felt the wolverine's tongue run over his cock a few times before finally taking it into his muzzle, and Thomas couldn't stop a small thrust-though Isaac gave an approving moan as he did. He pushed further into his mate's hole, enjoying the taste and smell of it. He had never imagined himself as enjoying rimming, it seemed like a disgusting idea at first, but Isaac was clean, the wolverine made sure that he was. He would've never done it if Isaac hadn't asked him too, and if the wolverine hadn't done it before him. When he first tried it he was hesitant, but over the years it had become one of his favorite things to do to the wolverine, even if he didn't top him later; it made for excellent foreplay. He was thrusting into his mate's mouth now and fully exploring his mate's hole, who was moaning with approval. Thomas moaned, getting caught up in everything that was going on. He placed his paws firmly on the wolverine's rump and kneaded it, and felt Isaac begin to suck more eagerly on his cock. Thomas bucked into his mate's muzzle, his mate's tongue running against the top of his cock-one of his most sensitive spots.

Isaac chuckled through a moan and moved down more on his mate. He knew all the spots to hit on his mate, all the ones that would make him shudder and yelp with delight. It was like a game, to see how he could make his mate move. He deepthroated the malamute for a moment before pulling away, Thomas thrusting into his muzzle as he bobbed his head in accordance. He savored the taste as the pre covered his tongue and swallowed around the cock, making Thomas groan. He felt the dog's paws pull on him, the dog's tongue going deeper into him. As the malamute's cock moved in and out of his muzzle he could feel the knot just beginning to grow-the dog's cock throbbing lightly. After a few moments he felt Thomas pull away though.

Thomas let out a moan as the wolverine stayed on his member, showing no sign of wanting to quit. He looked at the wolverine's hole and leaned forward, giving it another wet lick. He licked his lips and pushed forward again, his tongue moving about in his mate's hole. Sounds of his mate's moans reached him and he couldn't help but feel proud of them, and they made him increase his efforts also. The feeling of the wolverine's cock on his chest told him that his mate was leaking a lot of pre. He let out a small growl and thrusted into the wolverine's muzzle, the wolverine moaning in approval at the sudden forceful nature that he was displaying. At that he began to bred the wolverine's muzzle, his cock moving quickly in and out.

Isaac moaned around the cock that was now pistoning out of his muzzle. It took a bit of skill to be able to allow the knot to pass his lips every time, but over the years it was more like instinct to him. He was glad it wasn't fully engorged yet, that made deepthroating the malamute nearly impossible. He bobbed his head a little, but there wasn't much need to. The change in behavior was great for him, he loved it when Thomas did this. He let out a grunt as he felt himself being jerked backwards. It was just Thomas though, pulling more and more on him. The dog was displaying the same tenacity rimming him as he was thrusting into his muzzle. Each one earned him a moan.

Thomas moaned and pushed his tongue deeper into the wolverine. The urge to mate the wolverine was rising and he pulled away from the wolverine's hole, giving it one last long lick. The taste of his mate was still strong on his lips, and would be for awhile. "That's enough," he said demandingly.

Isaac didn't stop and despite the dog's words, he was still thrusting into his muzzle. He heard his mate whine and sucked harder on the cock, giving out a moan of pleasure as the dog's cock ran over his tongue. He felt Thomas pull on his tail, forcing him to stop and he pulled away with a small chuckle. He turned around and faced the dog, smiling contently at him, he leaned forward and kissed his mate lightly on the lips. He moved up the dog's chest a bit and smiled leaned down once more and kissed his mate. He reached behind him and grabbed the dog's cock, positioning it to his hole, there was no point in wasting time. He leaned back and felt it press against him, and he pushed till the tip slid in. He let out a huff of air and felt the malamute rubbing his stomach.

"Take it easy..." Thomas said, not wanting to push the wolverine. Despite his urges to breed his mate he fought them back, he wasn't going to hurt the wolverine due to his own inability to wait, he loved him too much to do something that would hurt him-to do something that would even make him uncomfortable.

Isaac sighed and pushed a bit further down onto the cock. The combination of his saliva with his mate's was helping; he almost wished his mate's cock wasn't so big-but that was a huge almost. The dog's cock was larger his own, though he wasn't too much smaller. He liked the size, to him it was bigger meant better. At first he felt a bit embarrassed when he compared himself to the dog, but, his mate quickly hushed those thoughts. He loved the dog, and his cock was something he loved to take, it was very large, but when the dog's knot was fully grown it was even more impressive. He remembered the first time he'd seen the dog's cock, besides catching side glances of whenever the dog would have a bulge in his underwear, or the rare times when the dog would come out at night in the buff. It was funny, he was thinking about the thing he was trying to get his mind off of, at least for the moment. He felt something stopping him and let out a grunt as he pushed past the dog's knot, that was only about the size of a golf ball right now. After a moment he felt the dog's fur touching his rump and realized he was finally at the base of the dog's cock. He let out a sigh and relaxed. The idea of what was to come was playing on his mind now though, his cock twitching onto his mate. It was always fun to tie with the dog, it offered great time together, having to wait on it to go down. Thinking of the knot he moved up a bit, not wanting it to form while he was sitting on the dog, "Give me a moment,"

Thomas smiled and moved up a bit, giving a small thrust into his mate, which made him jump a bit. He smiled and shifted his hips a little, knowing it was continually pressing against his mate's prostate. He licked his lips, watching his mate give out a whine of pleasure, and smiled, "Did I not do a good job of loosening you?"

Isaac calmed down and sat further down onto his mate's cock. He gave the dog at big smile, "No," he said with a toothy grin and stuck his tongue out at the malamute.

Thomas pushed into Isaac roughly, making the wolverine grunt in surprise, pain, and pleasure; all three feelings running over his mate. "I think you just didn't do a good enough job down there..."

Isaac calmed down and chuckled, "How about we both just get in some practice after this..." he said with a grin. He could tell that it was going to be fun to ride the dog tonight, and then he thought for a moment, maybe he wouldn't even really have the chance to ride the malamute. He smiled to himself. Maybe the dog would have him down and breeding him like there was no tomorrow, and he tried to hide the grin on his muzzle at the idea. He wanted that to be the case and enjoyed the idea of the dog breeding him, marking him, making it known that he was the dog's. Every thought was great, and he felt a bit eager, knowing he would want to push more of his mate's buttons. He felt a paw on his stomach, lightly rubbing him. It traced over his 'road' and moved down to his cock, a finger circling around the tip. That felt great, and the dog's finger was quickly being covered with a good amount of pre. Of all the strange things about him, he was proud of how much pre his cock produced-which was impressive for any species. His cock never failed to produce a charitable amount of pre. The dog below him could attest to that, in many ways, but for the moment the evidence was on his stomach and his chest from where his cock had rested on the malamute while he was being rimmed. A small puddle already developed in both spots. Isaac felt the finger go away and saw his mate lick his finger in simple enjoyment, then return for seconds. He gave a smile, and saw his mate smile lightly too; their conversation complete with a simple look. All it took was sharing a look into each other's eyes and they were able to know what the other wanted-or at least get a good guess. His mate's finger was in front of his own muzzle and he licked the finger, his own pre on his tongue a bit before the malamute brought it to his own muzzle and finished it off. He smiled at his mate who grinned at him.

Isaac felt the malamute thrust roughly into him once, not wasting time with allowing him the time to play on his mate's cock. He grunted out in pleasure and felt his cock twitching more rapidly and a shot of pre landing above his mate's navel-if the dog wasn't wet by the time they were done it would be a miracle. He put his paws under his mate's shoulder and pulled on him, making him at least sit up a bit, and moved back a bit more; now relaxing on his knees instead of squatting on the member. It was easier to ride the dog from this position, for both of them, and it gave him a lot of room to do so. It didn't make the malamute's cock stick painfully in the air, and it did mean Isaac having to continue to squat up and down. Now his mate's cock was positioned almost perfectly into his hole and he could just rock back and forth on his knees. But probably the best thing about it was the face to face with his mate, which he took direct advantage of, dotting his lover's face with small kisses. The dog's pace was slower and it wasn't like he had been expecting. Isaac pulled back a bit and stared at his mate, smiling at him. He was about to say something, but his mate's eyes told him he was just holding back.

"I'll give you a few minutes to enjoy yourself as you want...but then," Thomas said with a growl and gripped the wolverine's cock tightly, making his mate whine out, "You're mine," he growled.

Isaac whined loudly and felt the dog's paw release his cock. He was able to hide a physical smile but on the inside he was beaming, this was great. His mate's tone sent shivers through him. The dog was amazing, how primal he could be sometimes, though Isaac had to pull it out of him. At first Thomas fought those urges back and didn't want to express them, but Isaac liked them, how the dog acted when he was like that, and had taught the malamute that they were nothing to be ashamed of. The malamute wasn't violent and didn't debase him, which was what the malamute had thought he expressed when he did it; no, it was just a primal urge, one that was expressed with a lot of power and very heavy breathing. He had to teach the dog that it was fine to let out those urges, and he had come to love them, just as much as he did the times when they would just lay in bed lightly running through each other's fur. He rocked back and forth on the cock as he thought.

Thomas watched his mate, giving him the time he had promised to him. He smiled and was enjoying how it felt. The change of how he felt was strange, but he had come to be able to accept it. At first he fought these feelings, but the wolverine had taught him how to use them well. He had been afraid of them, afraid that he was too mean or aggressive, or possibly even cruel to his mate when he was like that. Though when he finally let the urges out his first time he was happy; the love for his mate didn't disappear like he feared it would, no it just burned more intensely, mixing powerfully with lust. Thomas stopped moving, and put his paws behind his head, leaning back against the wall where the bed ended-he wanted his mate to ride him completely.

Isaac began to move more on the malamute's cock more forcefully. The pre from his mate had lubed him well now and he could feel the knot beginning to form at the base of his mate's cock. He pushed on it, still able to let it pass in and out of him, though he knew in a few minutes he wouldn't be able to do that so easily. He rode the dog, pushing himself back against his mate more forcefully than before. He let his paws roam over the dog's chest, running to the fist small puddle of pre he'd made on his mate's chest. He rubbed it into the fur, and at the same time made sure to knead the dog's chest. The sounds of his mate's moans were making him crazy. He moved a finger and rubbed it in the puddle that was now much more prominent at the dog's stomach. He the pressed his finger against the malamute's lips, which was gratefully accepted. He repeated the process a few times, each time Thomas would enthusiastically lick over his finger, eager to get his pre on his tongue. The entire thing was making him crazy. He wanted the dog to mate him now, he really didn't care about the 'few minutes' his mate promised him. "Thomas,"

Thomas looked up and let out a yelp as the wolverine kissed him forcefully, his mate's tongue wrestling against his own. He quickly returned it once he realized what was going on and enjoyed the suddenness of the action. The wolverine had stopped moving on his cock and was only sitting on it now, and he didn't even thrust into his mate. He wanted to kiss the wolverine, that was it for the moment. A paw moved to the back of his mate's head and he pulled him deeper into the kiss. He let out a growl of pleasure, his maw vibrating a bit as he did. The wolverine pulled away and broke the kiss for a brief moment before taking a breath and returning to it, changing the angle of his muzzle as he did so. This became a more common action, Isaac consistently breaking and reinitiating the kiss.

Isaac pulled away once more, his tongue still playing with Thomas's and then pushed back into the dog's muzzle. He knew it was one of the best ways to push his mate's buttons, but that really wasn't his objective. He just wanted to do it, it was fun, how his mate would follow him wherever he went in the kiss, trying with effort to keep it from being broken. The moans of pleasure that Thomas gave whenever he was rewarded with a deep kiss only edged him further. He relaxed and moved a bit back and felt the knot pushing against his hole-now fully engorged. He pulled his tongue out of the dog's muzzle and pulled away, and Thomas followed, thinking he would return. When he didn't the dog let out a whine and leaned back onto the bed. Isaac smiled and rubbed his mate's fur.

"I guess that earned you a few more minutes,"

Isaac couldn't help the troubled sigh. He looked down at his mate, who had obviously misinterpreted the entire reason he had done that. He frowned a bit and then leaned forward, kissing his mate lightly on the lips, "You can be so dense..." he said and saw the dog cock his head. "I want you to just go ahead and breed me already...I'm about to go crazy if you don't start pounding me," he said, blushing.

Thomas smiled and leaned forward, and felt Isaac kiss him, though he didn't return it this time, he had different plans. He kept pushing till the wolverine was being pushed back and landed on the bed with a plop, effectively reversing their positions. All it took were those words to rekindle his previous mood, and he growled loudly next to Isaac's ear, though he nuzzled his mate as he did so. He leaned up and pulled the wolverine's legs over his shoulders, and then pulled out of his mate a bit before slamming back into where his knot stopped him. He heard the wolverine below him whine out in pleasure and pulled out, this time the entire way, and slammed back into him.

Thomas smiled as his mate went into a blissful state and began to thrust into his mate, pounding into him with all his power. It wasn't demeaning to Isaac at all, he loved the feeling, and he never let himself get bogged down by whatever role one of them played. Thomas smiled as he remembered what he'd told him about holding back, "I don't expect you to breed me like I'm some girl in heat, and I won't do that to you...I expect you to breed me like we're both equal, both seeking one thing-each other." The words were a mirror of what he did now, he took and gave to the wolverine for that simple reason, so his mate would be happy and have some pleasure.

"That's it...please, pound me," Isaac begged and rocked back and forth on the bed as waves of pleasure wracked his body. The insistently torturous feeling of the dog's cock hitting his prostate and milking him made him crazy; a larger puddle of pre on his own stomach in a minute than had been on the dog's chest in ten minutes. He knew that with the dog like this he wouldn't last long, he could already feel his climax around the corner.

Thomas leaned down, letting his mate's legs fall from his shoulders and leaning down closer to his mate. He felt Isaac hug him, as if to grab something to hold onto and felt the wolverine's claws digging into his back. He pushed into the wolverine, his first attempt to get his knot into his mate. It failed and he pulled back, thrusting into Isaac as the wolverine begged to be tied, which was doing wonders for him. He pushed back again and felt the wolverine's hole give just a bit, but he still couldn't tie him. His knot was large, it was like a tangerine when it was fully engorged, and it made mating a bit difficult at some points.

Isaac wanted to feel the dog's knot in him, to feel his mate tie him. He was already about to blow, he couldn't last much longer either way. He pulled on his mate more, his claws digging further into his mate; pricking the skin. It was just a bit more, just a bit more for him and for his mate. He could tell Thomas was close and he wanted the malamute to claim him, to fill him with his seed, which he was vocally begging for as he thought about the ideas. His mate pushed into him again, trying to tie once more, but once again failing as his knot failed to pass through. It usually took a few tries, Isaac guessed it would go through next time though, since he'd felt himself stretching a lot on the previous one. Any pain was overwhelmed by the feelings of ecstasy that were assaulting his body, and he wasn't even sure if it was pain, because everything felt the same; his body was in so much pleasure that he thought it felt painful. "Come-on, you can do it; tie me!" he urged the dog and pulled on him.

Thomas pushed into his mate once more, Isaac whining as his entrance was spread and finally gave way to his knot. The pressure on his knot was what finally pushed him over the edge, his mate clamping down on his knot as he began to shoot his load. Thomas gritted his teeth as his hips moved in a blur, bucking into his mate with zest, since he couldn't do much else, and Isaac's claws pulled down his back as the wolverine howled with pleasure.

Isaac let out a howl of pleasure and thrust into the air, pulling on the dog's cock as he did so. His cock was throbbing like crazy and he could feel it splattering on his chest and shooting. This way of cumming was intense, so much so that he thought the pleasure would knock him out, and he loved it. He could hear his voice still; begging for his mate to continue. It was like he was a spectator, even though he could still feel all the pleasure he was receiving. "That's it...I'm yours...fill me, please,'

Thomas could feel the wolverine's cock throbbing between them and a few shots of cum hitting under his muzzle as he continue to pound his mate for all he was worth. He growled loudly and howled out in pleasure, and when the howl died he was still pounding his mate and himself dry. He wanted to fill the wolverine, to do everything he'd been begged to do. The fact that the wolverine was still begging to be filled wasn't helping him to stop his hips from slamming into his mate either. He leaned down and growled into the wolverine's ear, Isaac still pulling on him.

"Mine," Thomas said with a growl, and repeated a few times as he bucked again into Isaac, making the wolverine gasp with pleasure.

Isaac felt his mate finally stop bucking into him and they were both spent-the cock having filled him with his mate's seed. He released his mate's back, and whimpered in bliss, his mate now nuzzling him affectionately as they both were brought down from the euphoric high. He could still feel the knot throbbing inside of him and knew they would be stuck together for a bit, which was fine. It was perfect actually. He got to be bred, both of them letting primal lust rule the entirety of the acts, and then they could hold each other, passionately letting the other know just how much they meant to them. He knew that after sex there was anywhere from fifteen to thirty minutes of cuddling, which was mandatory-all the holding after that was purely out of want, and they always spent quite a while afterwards. The time after sex was just as good as the time during, being able to just hold his mate. His arms felt tired and he looked at his paws and sighed, he'd have to apologize later, there was a bit of blood on the tips of his claws, he had no control over how hard he gripped the dog. He nuzzled against his mate that was panting next to his ear, "You're amazing...the best...I really don't know how to say it,"

Thomas smiled and leaned up, and stared at Isaac, "You're better than amazing though,"

"Oh...well, you're marvelous, and riveting," Isaac replied, chuckling as they tried to see who could praise the other more. He leaned forward and licked his cum out of the dog's muzzle.

"Hmm...you're perfect, sexy," Thomas said and stole a kiss from his mate, "...and you're mine," he finished, their noses now touching.

Isaac smiled and hugged his mate, "You've got that right...every bit of me," Isaac smiled and kissed his mate on the lips, both entering into the kiss with the same moans of passion. After a minute they pulled away.

"I love you," both said at the same time and then stared at each other for a moment. After a second Thomas chuckled, "Dang...I guess that was a tie,"

Isaac smiled, and hugged his mate. They both exchanged kisses and small words of praise, both letting the other know how important they were. Every minute or so the dog would gently thrust into him. He felt full, felt great with the dog's cock inside of him, and he hated the idea of it ever leaving him. After close to thirty minutes the dog's cock finally slipped out of his hole, some of the cum leaking out a bit also. He could tell that the dog had really filled him. He smiled and kissed his mate again. Both felt spent, and neither wanted to move. He felt Thomas move off of him and begin to lick at his chest and stomach. He realized the dog was cleaning him.

Thomas licked the wolverine's cum off him and gently traced the 'road to pleasure' with his nose, before lightly slipping his tongue into the wolverine's sheath and licking the cock inside, which made Isaac moan. When he finished cleaning the wolverine the favor was returned. He sighed, it was better to have saliva in the fur than cum, one came out easily, the other, well, the other practically didn't come out. When his mate finished he moved back up to his muzzle and they stared at each other for a moment-both tired and well spent. He leaned over and gently kissed his mate, "Tomorrow, you'll return the favor?" he asked. Not because it was an equal trade, but he just wanted the wolverine to mate him.

Isaac smiled and licked the dog's nose, "You bet...and then you can return it...and then I'll return it,"

Thomas chuckled with a yawn, "Don't you have work tomorrow?"

Isaac grinned, "You know...I've still got a week or so of vacation on my time stamp...and I'm sure I can just call in..."

Thomas yawned and his tail wagged lazily, "Well, why should we wait?"

Isaac yawned also and leaned forward, hugging his mate, "Because....you're tired and I'm tired...It'll be more fun if one of us isn't falling asleep on the other,"

Thomas felt the wolverine turn around, and he hugged him from behind, his sheath right at the wolverine's rump, "I guess that is true...but I'll see you in the morning," he said and pulled on his mate, "Goodnight...I love you,"

Isaac nestled closer to his mate and sighed also, "Love you too," he said and felt his mate's paw gently running down his 'road' and up to his face. When the paw came to his muzzle he nuzzled against it, and he quickly fell asleep as the dog petted him.