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Chapter 9.0: How do I say...?

Reaper Residence

Flashback!

About four months ago, I first met Chadstone West on the set of my friend's movie, Crimson Moon. We started a rather awkward romance together that came to a head - heh, get it? 'Head'. Actually, make that 'came to a head' - when Chad kissed me on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Through some interruptions, overall craziness regarding a Seal and my personal neurotic reservations, I eventually took Chad to one of my secret retreats, the God of Peace's club, Haven.

Truce - said God of Peace - loved Chad so much that he gave the husky a silver ticket that allowed him entrance into the club every full moon.

Oh and then we had crazy sex back in our cabins.

But the ticket is what's important.

The ticket.

Yeah...

Anyway, at the end of my adventure at Crimson Moon, I discovered that all the relationships I had formed, all the emotions I felt and everything that I had essentially achieved was all orchestrated with the power of the Seal. So, when I destroyed it...

... everything went with it.

And I assumed that meant the ticket as well.

Of course, I forgot one major rule when it came to the Seals.

Seals were powerful symbols that a alter reality itself but when you are technically outside reality even if you participate within it, then it doesn't affect you.

Proof of that, was the silver ticket hovering in front of my nose, framing Chad's beaming face.

The gods were outside of reality by the barest of technicalities.

The silver ticket was a product of the gods.

Does that mean...?

"What's that...?" I croaked, trying to shake the quivering from my voice.

"Funny story about that," Chad answered, patting the place beside his bed. Dev with his big strong arms, guided me to the designated location and sat me down. "My parents are pretty conservative and they absolutely love Truce. The God of Peace was their primary deity. I never followed him that much but I guess when I went to college and started experimenting... Well... I had a crisis of faith."

If he saw what I had seen over the years, I'm sure he'd more than just a crisis. He'd have a goddamn personal apocalypse.

"So, while I was struggling with my sexuality," Chad continued, holding the ticket in both paws, "this weird admittedly very sexy man came up to me and offered me this ticket. I told myself, 'what they hell?' and went to the address. I found myself at the fire station... of all places. I honestly thought it was a joke but when I stepped through... I found myself in -"

"Haven."

Chad's eyes flicked towards me, startled. "Huh? How'd you know?"

I reached down my shirt and pulled out the small golden key I had hanging around me neck. "This lets me enter Haven whenever I want."

My mate's soft, brown eyes filled with surprise. "Wait... You're an Advocate of the Gods too?"

A what of the what?

"Um... Continue your story..."

Chad gave me his most dazzling smile. "Well, I found the guy at the bar and would you know it! It was Truce I was talking to! He told me all about Haven, told me how it was a place of peace where all our troubles could go away! It's the best place in the world, isn't it Dev?"

Dev...?

Oh crap, he took Dev into Haven!

Dev nodded his head eagerly. "Hell yeah! But you'd know, right Jake? You've been there before."

I have... But I tended to avoid it when it was possible. Yes, it was a nice place to run away from your problems but I usually found that my problems were waiting for me on the other side. Peace is a drug. It whittles away at your muscles, relaxes your reflexes and weakens your mind. Complacency is the poisoned cup peace offers. Drink too little and your host thinks you're being rude. Drink too much and you open yourself to the blade of would-be-allies.

Or maybe I was just being paranoid again...?

Truce is the God of Peace, right? Why would he be so... devious?

"So... What?" I asked, puzzled. "You do the Gods' dirty work? You go to Haven once a month and they give you some jobs?"

Chad bobbed his head from side to side. "Pretty much. In return they help make sure that things on my end are pretty decent." His paw closed around mine firmly. "I think they may have had something to do with you coming back, Jake."

No, no they didn't.

Some group of deities did but it wasn't the Gods.

I wanted to tell Chad that he was being tricked by some selfish beings who admittedly had a lot of power but were just so bored with their power that they would rather get someone else suffer through turmoil and agony while they sat by and ate divine popcorn. None of them knew the concept of a 'hands on experience'. I was all up for self-discovery and personal growth but in the many times when the world was at stake because of a Seal did the Gods ever intervene?

No!

They just popped in, said 'hi' and told me to 'do by best' before popping back out again.

One even tried to rape me!

I kept my fury in check, reminding myself of my encounter with 'religion' on a different format back in the other Jacob's world. Maybe I was stereotyping. I didn't know the Gods. My distancing from them may have put a veil over my eyes and messed up my perception of them. What I knew was a 'truth' may not be the truth.

Despite my fuming heart, I gave the Gods the benefit of the doubt... only because Chad trusted them.

"I'll have to thank them."

"You might just get the chance!" Dev laughed. His nose pressed against the crook of my neck, gently nuzzling me. "It's a full moon tonight."

Chad lifted the ticket over our heads. Silvery moonlight slid in through the blinds, gently touching the shining surface of the ticket. Similar rays cascaded out of the ticket and flooded my room. The deep bass of club music throbbed in my ears, muffled by the broad, white door that stood in the middle of my room with no supports whatsoever.

"Come on," Dev exclaimed, pulling me to my feet, his tail slapping against my thigh. "I wanna dance with you!"

My surprise this night was reaching top record-breaking highs. "You dance?"

"You've been out a month, Jake," Chad answered, gripping the golden doorknob. "A lot has happened."

"Apparently..."

Chad pulled open the door. A blast of loud club music, strobe lights and the strong scent of man hit me like a tonne of hardened, testosterone bricks. I found myself immediately immersed in a world of flashing colours, dazzling lights and deep throbbing music meant to emulate the rapid beating of one's quickening heart.

Dev pulled me through the crowd of strange, alien creatures not from Mortaelis. Sure there was the odd wolf, tiger and even otter in the band but there were odd tentacle beasts suggestively prodding the holes of their dance partners, gooey entities slipping and sliding over the lust-filled ravers and even a couple of demonic-looking creatures chatting it up with their pristine, angelic, haloed counterparts at the bar.

Haven, a place where you left your troubles, discriminations and hate at the door.

Dev somehow managed to find a space on the flashing dance floor in front of us. His paw left mine and I took that as a cue to immediately look for Truce. To my surprise, I found Chad standing at the a few feet away, arms crossed and an expectant look on his features. I opened my muzzle to ask what that look was for but I suddenly felt an absence of hot, male bodies rubbing up against me.

My ears twitched as the beat of the music abruptly changed. Instead of the steady, staccato base, I was serenaded by the song of a popular band. I couldn't quite tell which. I was a good dancer but when it came to popular music, I was stuck a century ago when the definition of 'rock' was someone attaching stones to the hammers of a piano.

As the crowd began to slink subtly away from me, I slowly turned around...

Dev had his back to me and just as the music picked up, he ripped his lettered jacket off dramatically. He flung around, sending it straight at me. I scrambled to snatch it from the air just as a microphone dropped into Dev's waiting paws.

He wasn't...

"Guess this means you're sorry. You're standing at my door. Guess this means you take back, all you said before..."

I felt all the blood rush to me cheeks to the point where I could actually feel my black fur turning red. I was paralysed with both embarrassment and indescribable joy. My heart just leapt to my throat at the sound of Dev's surprisingly musical voice. He controlled the notes perfectly, not a flaw in his perfectly sung words!

I never knew he could sing!

"Like how much you wanted, anyone but me,"_Dev sang, sweeping behind me, coyly squeezing my rear. I yelp and spun around as he gave me a wink that could have given me a heart attack. My brain resisted, telling my heart to keep beating damnit! _"Said you'd never come_back, but here you are again."_

My lips quivered. About 49% of my body wanted me to shut him up with my lips. So many eyes had me in their crosshairs and here I was, looking like I had a spear up my ass while my mate serenaded me with his beautiful tenor! The remaining 51% was swept away with his songs.

"'Cause we belong together now, yeah,"_Dev sang, gently taking me paw. _"Forever united here somehow, yeah!" He slid his paw over his jacket, gripped it lightly and slipped behind me. Deftly, he draped it over my shoulders. "You've got a piece of me! And honestly...!"

His lips lightly pecked my cheeks. I think I scalded them lightly, my cheeks were that hot from embarrassment.

"My life would suck without you!"he sang, leaping back and taking my paw. I was dragged whether by his enormous strength or by his magnetic singing to the centre of the dance floor. "Baby I was stupid for telling you goodbye." He tore his paw from my grip and he took a few steps back, letting his arm linger like he was reaching for me.

My heart fluttered and for the second time that night, I had a flashback. This time, I could almost see events from Dev's perspective... He already apologised, I felt the emotion there but this... This was just... it. I could see him regretting throwing those vegetables... the pain between every blow that he threw at me and the fights we got into.

I didn't even have to imagine it anymore.

The screen behind the DJ suddenly flashed and there we were, teenage Jacob Reaper and teenage Devlin Rooks - Pinsk at that point - standing side-by-side for their first year photograph. My jaw hit the floor.

_ "Maybe I was wrong for tryin' to pick a fight. I know that I've got issues."He winked at me. The screen fast forwarded to when Dev threw those tomatoes at me. _"But you're pretty messed up too." A little montage of Dev bullying me at school flashed before everyone's eyes."Either way, I found out..."

That fateful day when we met at the café danced before my eyes... Dev looked so surprised... I looked equally as shocked.

"...that I'm nothing without you!"

And then there we were, Dev and I... sitting on the bathroom floor, him crying on my shoulder and my arms wrapped around his.

I realised at that point...

Without him... Damn, where would I be?

_ "'Cause we belong together now, yeah,"he sang, louder this time. _"Forever united here somehow, yeah. You got a piece of me."

_"And honestly,"_the rest of the crowd sang along.

I spun around, hearing Chad's sexy, husky voice meshing with the chorus.

_"My life,"_Dev sang.

_"My life,"_Chad and the rest of the club echoed.

"Would suck!"

"Would suck!"

And then together...

"Without you..."

The song slowed down a little until only Dev's voice rang out amongst the soft background.

"Being with you, is so dysfunctional. I really shouldn't miss you, but I can't let you go, oh yeah!"

Dev spun, lifting his arms into the air, urging the crowd to join him as he sang, "'Cause we belong together now, yeah. Forever united here somehow, yeah. You got a piece of me! And honestly! My life would suck without you!"

He turned to me grinning. "'Cause we belong together now, yeah," he repeated, reaching the climax of the song. "Forever united here somehow, yeah." He approached...

Oh no...

No, no no!

"You got a piece of me..."

He suddenly bent down on one knee and with the deftness of one who had practiced the move for a whole month, he picked up a velvet box from his pocket and lifted for me to examine.

"And honestly..."

He popped the lid open...

... and there, staring straight at me... was a diamond ring...

I suddenly found the microphone hovering in front of my muzzle.

Oh crap...

I... I...

"My life -"_I croaked. As fate would have it, my voice chose to crackle at that moment. _"Would suck..." I shut my eyes. Ignore the horrified faces of everyone around you, I told myself. Ignore everyone. Just get the words out. That's what matters.

_"Without you..."_I whimpered.

Did I mention I'm a terrible singer?

Yeah.

Now you know.

I dared a look at Dev who looked absolutely mortified.

Everyone around me... they were either trying to hold in their laughter or looked so sorry for Dev.

I... I just broke.

I spun around and bolted. Dev's jacket dropped from my shoulders as I shoved through the crowd, by blush of embarrassment just on the fringe of turning my face into a bright red, furry tomato and one step away from exploding in a bloody mess. At that moment, I would've welcomed that sort of death.

The most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me... and I just blew it.

Dev sang that his life would suck without me?

That's an improvement.

_With_me in his life, it would downright be hell.

Chapter 9.1: Suck it up!

Reaper Residence

I might as well have slipped into another coma.

Actually, that would've been preferable. I would've loved to have slipped back into the other Jacob's world and fought some grotesque monster than face what lay beyond my bedroom door. I realised I was being a drama queen. My mate just proposed to me in the most spectacular way ever.

He actually commissioned a God's club to sing for me!

And how did I finish it off?

By singing the most off-tune ending line the world had ever heard. I swear, if my voice started the Apocalypse, I would be grateful. I wasn't even that choked up when Dev offered me the microphone. I wanted to finish off his song, tell him that I wanted him my life, that my life would be nothing without him! No, not tell him. I wanted to sing it to him!

But what did I end up doing?

I totally messed up.

Wouldn't be the first time my singing voice got me into trouble.

Maybe I could get my dad to rapidly alter my vocal chords so it would actually be halfway decent. I kept replaying Dev's serenade over and over again in my head. Jealousy boiled inside of me that was backed with the desire to have been able to return his sweet profession of love.

The faint sound of footballs met my ears. Despite my nose buried deep into my pillow in a half-assed attempt to suffocate myself, I could smell the delicious aroma of chicken Kiev. And if my nose wasn't mistaken...

Damnit!

It was butter, garlic, herb and cheese filling! My mom had a paw in this.

The knock that came afterwards was heavy. "Jake... I brought you dinner..."

Dev again.

For the entire day, he had been trying to get inside my room, trying to talk to me. At one point, he tried telling me that it was alright that I didn't sing the last line of the song properly... of course he was trying to hold back his laughter at the time so that didn't really help. At rest of the day wore on, he would try delivering food to my door to coax me out.

I never replied.

I know I was being the immature party I this but seriously, what's worse than saying 'no' to an official wedding proposal?

Saying 'yes' in the most horrible fashion and then running off, making it seem like you 'took it back'.

"Jake, come on, you've got to eat. Everyone's worried about you."

They probably were but my body had been sapped of so much strength that I just couldn't pull myself off my bed to do anything about it. Dev loved me, I knew that. Chad was probably out there as well looking for a way to break into my room. My parents...

No, I didn't want to know what my parents were thinking.

Chances were, my mom made the Kiev for Dev to bring up and my dad drugged it.

"Look, I know what you meant to say, Jake. I don't mind at all that you... snerk..."

I buried my head under my pillow.

He loved me... Horrible singing voice and all... but that didn't make it any less funny.

I would laugh too... if it wasn't at my expense.

Dev sighed softly. "Okay, Jake, I'll just leave this out here, okay? I don't feel bad or anything. I mean, we'll just avoid singing karaoke or something. We all have our little quirks, right? I mean... You're a superhero, Chad is an agent of the gods... Me... Well... Point is, I love you, Jake. Hell, I can't swim remember?"

Still?

Memories of that first time when we had to take swimming during gym flashed before my eyes, drawing my lips up into a faint grin. Dev jumped into the pool trying to prove his manliness and only ended up flailing about like a drowning spider. I had to dive in and fish him out. He was begging me for 'mouth to mouth', overdramatising his not-so-near death experience. I think it was one of his first attempts to kiss me.

"Jake... Just come out, please?" Dev begged softly. "I miss you..."

I think he banged my door lightly. "Jake... I'm going to be at the football field... I just... I would love it if I got to see you there..."

He padded away and not for the first time, I seriously considered jumping up, urging him to get back here and fuck my brains out. Also not for the first time, my body refused to budge. I think I was just paralysed with leftover embarrassment.

Somehow, I found the strength to roll onto my back and stare absently at the ceiling.

I just wished I could take it back. Maybe a better response would have just been to kiss him then and there.

But noooo... I just had to open my big trap and try to sing despite my voice being a brain-melting weapon!

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

I growled at myself and sat up.

Sitting in bed wallowing in self-pity was unlike me. Okay, so I screwed up one of the most awesome marriage proposals ever. I wasn't one to normally just eat a tub of ice cream and cry myself to sleep. I was going to do something.

I jumped to my feet and picked up my phone.

There were a hundred and eleven - oh, no... Make that a hundred and twelve messages on my phone.

I ignored them all -

Until he hundred and thirteenth came in.

It was from Chad.

What the hell? I might as well tell him I was done wallowing in my own incompetent singing and was ready to undergo rapid genetic mutation so that I had the greatest singing voice in the world... with the unfortunate side-effect that my dad would implant a subconscious suggestion in my head so that whenever someone said something mundane like 'Banana' I'd dive at their balls and start sucking them off in a hypnotised state...

Yeah... I don't think I'll put that last bit in the message.

I opened up Short Message Service.

My first reaction was 'what the -?'

Then... 'Oh...'

Followed shortly by 'Oh yarf!'

I spun around and yanked my window open.

"Finally!" Chad exclaimed, barely hanging on the ledge of my window by one paw. "That's the hundredth message I've sent you in the past hour!"

"If you had the energy to send me messages, why didn't you just knock on my window?" I demanded, seizing his wrists and trying to pull him into my room.

With a heavy whump we both landed on the floor, his hot, chiselled body on top of mine and his grin pressing against my lips.

"You realise that I practically slammed into your window, right?" he asked.

"That was you? I thought that was my dad causing an explosion again..."

"Normally, you'd think that'd be unlikely," Chad laughed, rolling off me. He gripped his tail and particularly regarded the slightly singed fur that still hung on the tip of his tail. "But in this house, that's fairly common place."

I sat up, regarding my mate curiously. "I also would've thought that a full grown wolf ramming into a window would be enough to actually break my window."

"Don't let movies fool you, Jake," my husky answered, stretching his arms over his head. "Swinging on a conveniently placed jungle vine towards a window will not guarantee you bursting in dramatically." He rubbed the back of his neck absently. "You'd think I'd realise that after the fiftieth time..."

"Fiftieth...?"

Chad seized my paw and pulled me to my feet. He gently pulled me beside him, causing both of us to land our rears on the foot of my bed, one of his arms around my shoulders and the other still gripping my paw.

"Well... Being an Advocate of the Gods means you do some pretty dangerous stuff."

"You do...? Like what?"

Chad threw his head back and let out a cheerful laugh. "Oh god... If what I heard from Dev was true, everything in your books is basically true, right?"

"Basically..."

"Then you and I are on the same page!" he answered brightly.

I really doubted that.

"Have you ever faced horrible gelatinous blob monsters who attempt to dive down your throat before dissolving you from the inside?" I asked.

"No. But I once faced an ancient enemy of the Gods who was buried under the earth when the pantheon rose to power. He looked like a huge fleshy blob with a thousand eyes and billions of tentacles buried all over the planet's surface. He would systematically rape people with those tentacles, ensnaring their minds and attempting to bring down the Gods by forcing mortals to lose faith in them."

Wow... I would trade being tentacles raped over being dissolved from the inside any day.

"Alright. Then how about being dragged into the virtual world of an MMORPG and having to grind for what seems like eons just to get a goddamn level and beat the end boss to escape?"

Honestly, if the government ever decided to punish people with the 'ultimate community' service, just digitise the criminal's mind and put them into a video game. Unending pain, unable to control their movements, hours upon hours doing exactly the same thing over and over again for little gain and then when the sweet embrace of death finally came, someone always had a resurrection potion handy or they'd be reborn back at the hub with a chunk of their well-earned experience points missing.

Now that was torture.

"How about being the puppet to a mad zealot's plot to ascend to godhood by draining the blood of a god?" Chad offered smugly.

"How did you get out of that one?" I asked dubiously.

"I didn't."

My heart froze.

"Kidding!" he laughed, nudging me. Then his tone turned serious. "Or am I?"

...

Yarf.

"Um..."

"How do you beat that, Mr. Anti-Magical-Symbol-Hunter?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Can't you just call me 'Seal Hunter'?"

"Then what about all the cute Arctic Fur Seals?"

Good point. I recalled the Sixth using a live baby Seal for his own sick joke. Honestly, that guy's sense of humour was bordering on just plain insanity.

"I think the Gods call me 'Worldrider'," I offered.

"Right," Chad laughed. "You're the other smartass that's been thwarting Grim, huh?"

A cautious laugh rippled from my throat. "Yeah that'd be -" My words got caught in my accursed vocal chords. "Wait... 'other smartass'?"

Grinning broadly and proudly, Chad hiked a thumb at his chest. "Yep! I also have a habit of depriving the Avatar of Death of his prey!"

I should feel horrified and a little overprotective but... for some reason, I just felt relieved that I wasn't the only one running from Grim. "What!? Seriously!?" I exclaimed, a grin crossing my features to match Chad's. "How?"

"Simple really," he answered with a shrug. "I'm just a big softie." He brought his knees up to his chin, looking absently at his paws. "I know that if the situation were changed, I could just as easily be one of those guys that's trying to warp the world for their own purposes instead of the Gods' design. We're all victims of circumstance. We've grown up because of our surroundings, because of how events played out -"

"And how people have seen us..." I added softly.

Chad's soft, hazelnut eyes shone as he regarded me. "Yeah. So, I know that those people I stop... well, I'm there to stop them, not kill them. I believe everyone deserves a second chance."

"No matter how bad things are in the past, you can always start again." My eyes looked to a distant reality where a bigger, broader, more muscular version of me was trying to teach a lost soul never to give up.

Sensing Chad's smile brought me back to my reality. "Yeah," my husky chuckled. "So while Grim is obsessed killing the targets, I try to save them. Doesn't always work, mind you, but I try."

I gripped my paws together tightly, pursing my lips. "Sounds like a lesson I've got to put into practice."

His paw curled around mine. "You know he doesn't really care, right? Heck, he thinks it's funny. I know you're taking it seriously and all but the fact that he's taking it so well should be indication enough that he really doesn't mind."

A soft whimper escaped me as nuzzled Chad's neck softly. "But I just feel really bad... I mean, his proposal to you was perfect. And with me... He got a whole God's club to play memories of us together and even got the DJ to play his song... Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a DJ in Haven to play your song?"

"I go there a few times a month and trust me, I know," Chad laughed, patting my shoulders consolingly. "Jake, it may not have been perfect but you, Dev and I all know that it isn't what you do or what that matters. It's the emotion behind it."

He gently turned my head so that we were nose to nose. "And you also know that the longer you keep acting like this, the more he'll be hurt, right?"

"... I know," I murmured like a defeated child. "How do I make it up to him?"

Chad shrugged, one side of his muzzle curling into a smile. "I don't know, Jake. You might want to surprise him. I mean, he's going to be at Shellington Football Field today. You know they're trying to scramble and get enough new players in so that they can actually play this week, right?"

That's right... Dev mentioned it himself. The next game was just about five days away and with half of the league arrested for drug possession or drug trafficking, new blood was needed, badly.

The cogs began ticking away in my head and an idea sprang into mind.

A plan formulated in my head... a stupid, insane plan but one that I thought would clear two birds with one stone... hopefully.

"Chad, you're a genius."

"Not something I hear all the time but thanks anyway," Chad laughed, watching me rise to my feet. "What're you going to do?"

I paused at my door, paw hovering over the doorknob.

"Something that's probably going to get me killed."

I yanked open the door -

Squish!

Let me tell you something; scalding hot garlic-butter with herb and cheese filling is not nice between your toes especially when it's fitted with bits of chicken. I scowled, shook my left foot lightly and bolted to my parents' room.

My mom was doing a few dumbbell curls on the bed while my dad had the most focused look on his face I had ever seen as he observed what appeared to be a map of Shellington skewered by countless colourful pins.

"Jacob!" my mom exclaimed, looking up. "You just missed Devlin -"

"I know," I answered, holding up a paw. "I need your help."

"If you want me to alter your vocal chords, you have to suck my dick," my father answered, surprisingly grim and blunt. There was no grin on his face or horny glint in his eyes. In fact, he wasn't even looking at me. His eyes were focused on the map.

I think he was trying to tell me he was busy.

"Nothing like that," I responded, marching into the bedroom. "Do you have any fur dye?"

My mother exchanged glances with my father. "I do..." she answered. "Why?"

"Because I have a plan," I answered curtly. "And I'm also going to need your help with two other things."

"What?"

"I need a haircut and some new clothes..."

Chapter 9.2: Love is a Drug

Shellington Football Stadium

If you told me that I'd be standing in the middle of Shellington Football Stadium throwing a football around trying to impress the manager, coach and quarterback of the Thunder Phoenixes, I'd have laughed at you.

But here I am...

Not as Jacob Reaper.

But as Samuel R. Wolfe.

I gripped the football in my enormous paws. Where once before I needed both paws to hold it, now I could securely wrap the fingers of one paw around it without fear of fumbling. I had to go up five shirt sizes to match my much broader shoulders not to mention new pants. Standing so far off the ground almost gave me nausea.

Storing enough energy to grow my body to such an extent was dangerous. I was bordering the point when Grim could notice the huge influx of power and try jabbing his scythe into me. An added difficulty was that I couldn't store the energy for more than a day. I had to keep it 'fresh' so to speak. Keeping my form and making sure a huge Avatar of Death didn't come swooping in to kill me was going to be hard to manage.

Thankfully, Chad was going to keep an eye on Grim for me. I hoped he wouldn't get into trouble with the Gods but he was more than willing to help me. Plus, he said I looked good with white fur. Brought out my eyes more apparently.

Still, it felt a little good being so buff. For once, I was actually one of the meatheads instead of mocking them. I had to admit, I liked the mild burn I felt in my muscles as I ran laps around the field, tossing the ball amongst the other new recruits.

A whistle blew and like perfectly trained soldiers, we all jerked towards the benches where Bosch, some big kangaroo in a suit that I didn't recognise and Dev stood. Of all the three, Dev looked the least cheerful. There was a grin on his features but his eyes said, 'I don't want to be here'.

Amongst the rest of the new recruits, I blended in pretty well. I stood a few rows from the front so that Dev couldn't immediately recognise me. There was an instant when our gazes met but that instant came and went easily.

Good, he didn't realise it was me.

"Alright!" Bosch shouted. "You all did really well. Unfortunately, you all know that with a game coming up in a few days, what would normally take weeks to come to a decision will have to be cut down to just three days. That's three cuts per day and the last day will be last-minute preparation before the game the following day.

"That said," he sighed heavily, running a paw over his features. Heavy bags were under his eyes and his fur was wrinkled in places. "Here is the first round of cuts."

I clenched my fists tightly. As much as I was loathed to admit it, Cliff had been right about my reliance on my parents' influence. My mom wanted to bribe or just order Bosch to let me into the cut but I realised that even Bosch was a liability to my plan. If he learned who I was... well, who was to say he wasn't the one shipping soma to everyone in the league?

Yes I got my mom to tamper a little with the registration forms but going cold turkey is pretty hard. Besides, I liked using her fur dye. My dad's alternative wasn't very... pleasant.

"Kevin Anderson!" Bosch announced.

A mouse near the front pumped his fists into the air, letting out a triumphant cry. He brought up his paws, getting high-fives from those around him.

"You're cut."

Ouch.

It soon became clear that Bosch wasn't going in alphabetical order or in any order for that matter. He mixed up the 'cuts' and 'ins' randomly. Names just popped up here and there without any indication of who was next. One by one, the recruits would either slink off and leave the stadium or puff their chest out proudly and swagger up beside Bosch.

Then... finally.

"Samuel Wolfe!"

Eep...

Bosch's eyes searched the crowd. "Where are ya, kid?"

I lifted my arm hesitantly. I was taken by to my days in school, always fearing that I would be called out and told I screwed up in some way or another.

"In!"

A barrage of backslaps and pats assaulted me. A couple of guys even shook my paws, telling me they knew I'd make it. I think someone squeezed my ass as well but I wasn't sure. I just felt a little numb as I stumbled through the crowd and stood beside the guys that had made the first cut.

About three-quarters of us had made it through. The remaining quarter went back to the showers to get cleaned up with encouraging words to 'try again next year'.

Bosch gathered us up in front of him. "Okay boys, you all did good today but that doesn't mean you get off easy. Tomorrow, it's back to the grind. We only have about twenty openings here and there are about sixty of you guys. One in three will make it. If you think those are good odds, remember that we only really need about ten guys to play. The rest are reserves."

A few nerves were starting to show in the posture of the other recruits.

"So, before you head off to the team bunks, your quarterback has some words for you."

Dev placed a paw on Bosch's shoulder, thanked him curtly and then stood in front of us, beaming proudly even if his eyes was still on poor old Jacob Reaper. Boy will he be surprised.

"You guys all did well," he said, his melodic voice carrying over the stadium. "But like Bosch said, doing well isn't enough. We're looking for the best here, on and off the field. You're all going to be heading to the team complex and bunking with your fellow recruits. Get to know each other but don't even think about trying to demoralize each other or screw with each other's heads.

"After the recent league-wide scandal, we're looking for players who are not only good on the field but good off the field. Keep that in mind and do your best but always remember that you can always do better."

With those words, we were led away from the stadium towards a fleet of buses with the Thunder Phoenix's emblem emblazoned on the side. The sense of camaraderie that already hung in the air was rather astounding considering the recruits still competing against one another. More than a few guys patted me on the shoulder and complemented me on my 'wicked throwing arm' or how I managed to get the ball to go wherever I wanted.

I'll admit it now.

I cheated.

Gravitational powers are great when it comes to ball games, that's all I'll say.

More than a few told me that I would make a great quarterback.

Despite this, I opted to sit alone near the front of the bus. My mind was constantly on my mission... and on Dev.

My throat locked up almost immediately when Dev stepped onto my bus. He glanced around and the instant his eyes met mine, he jumped on, parking his sexy butt right next to mine.

"Hey there, champ!"

I blinked. "Ummm... You're talking to me?" I asked, my voice a much deeper than normal.

"Sure!" Dev held out his paw. "Devlin Reaper. And you're Wolfe, right? Sam Wolfe?"

"Y - Yeah..." I stammered, shaking his paw in return. "Wow... You're actually talking to me."

I don't know what came over me. Either I was really getting into my persona and acting like the star struck fan or I was astounded that we were practically nose to nose and he still didn't recognise me!

Or did he...?

Did my mom call ahead?

He beamed. "Well naturally. I gotta brief my replacement."

The cogs began ticking away in my head but not fast enough to catch my muzzle before it opened. "'Replacement'?" The instant I uttered that word, I remembered that Dev had applied for a football team in Crescenta. We were planning to move there away from all this.

"Yeah, don't tell anyone," Dev said, lowering his voice to a whisper, "but I got a transfer to Crescenta." He nudged my ribs lightly with an elbow. "And here's another tip, just keep doing what you're doing and you're a shoo-in to get quarterback!"

"Um... Should you be telling me that...?" I asked, shying away from him slightly. "I mean... what if things don't go according to plan?"

"It'll go according to plan," Dev answered with a grin. "Life is a lot like a football game. Sure there will be a few hiccups here and there, the opposite team will do things you didn't expect but a good quarterback can look at the field, see what the best play is and go with it. You got to have faith on your team just like you've got to have faith in yourself." He rested his paw on my shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze and with his other paw, he tapped the side of his head. "It's all in the mind, champ. Win the game up here and you win the game."

Wow, deep.

I gave him a sidewards smile. "Are you going to the recruit camp with us?"

His eyes flicked towards the Stadium for a moment. "I probably should head home..."

I nudged his rubs. Gods, I hope that was manly enough. "Aw, come on. It'd be good for team morale. After that scandal, the whole League is kinda shaken." I decided to play a little dirty. "Most people are heading over to the geek sport, VRCSs."

Dev's eyes flared up and his hackles rose. "They are, are they?" he snarled. "We'll show them! We'll give them the best goddamn game they've ever seen!"

Too easy.

I chatted with Dev absently about football, life and his apparent hatred for VRCSs. Most of it already knew making it easy to get in his good books. I played the part of the aspiring, VRCSs-hating footballer who was getting top tips from his star and idol. Dev was more than happy to impart his knowledge to me though when I broached the subject of his adoption, he suddenly became very evasive.

Fair enough, really, all things considered.

After all, he did just propose to his irrational, neurotic mate who subsequently ran out on him.

I might as well have left him at the altar...

But I was going to make it up to him, that much I promised to myself.

When we arrived at the camp I was expecting some sort of woodland complex complete with barbed wire fences, mine field and attack dogs. Instead, it was apparently a private training complex owned by the club. It had its own football field and sleeping quarters. Communal bathroom, unfortunately but that was a small price to pay considering I was now in the heart of the Thunder Phoenixes.

If everything worked out according to plan, I was in a prime position to strike if and when Cliff decided to tell me who the drug dealer was. Though I wasn't banking on that. I was going to do my own sniffing around.

Our personal belongings had already been shipped into our rooms and much to my relief, I was given a room all to myself. I think that was another one of my mom's tampering but I wasn't sure. Regardless, I was grateful.

The rest of the team had dinner and showered, getting ready for the next day of gruelling training. As for me, I remaining in my room, quietly pondering what my next step would be. I wasn't sure where Dev had gone to as we parted ways once we got off the bus. I was pretty sure he went back to his warehouse.

Or...

I bolted up from the rather hard bed I was supplied.

What if Dev went back to the mansion!?

Damnit!

I needed to get back there before he realised I wasn't there anymore. If anyone else told him that we had basically touched noses and I didn't have the balls to tell him who I was, our already shaky relationship was going to suffer a magnitude 10 earthquake!

But first...

I had to wash the white dye off my fur and the black dye in my hair.

I jumped up from my bed, grabbed the toiletries from my bag and hurried to the communal showers. Much to my relief, everyone else had gone to bed and the showers were empty. I was alone in the white-tiled shower room and I wasn't all that surprised to detect the scent of male sex in the air. No doubt more than one player had to 'relieve some stress' in here.

Pulled off the lettered jacket my mom had bought me and tossed it towards one of the benches. Seizing the rims of my shirt, I yanked it up -

... only to feel it come to a jarring halt around my chest.

"Oh for the love of -" I growled, pulling at the fabric.

Did I grow that much during training that I actually couldn't take off my shirt!?

Maybe it would be best if I showered with my clothes on. It'd be weird but as long as I got the colouring off.

In fact... why did I even have to get the dye off?

If I just went back home, told Dev that I was actually Samuel Wolfe, I really didn't need to wash off the dye. I mean, what more proof did he need, right? Apart from my significantly shorter hair, that is.

"Need a little help there, champ?"

My tail fluffed out.

"Dev!?" I exclaimed, spinning around as the big quarterback sauntered over me, bare save for a towel around his waist and a bottle of fur shampoo in one paw.

"Hey Sam," the wolf chuckled, his icy blue eyes filled with mirth. They twinkled in the faint light of the bathroom just like that lucky coin he had around his neck. "Didn't see you at dinner."

"I... I was there..." I lied.

Why was I lying?

This was the perfect time to tell him!

"I would've noticed," Dev replied, sweeping past me and heading into the row of showers. "You've got a very distinctive fur colour. Not many white wolves around here. You're from Minteroca, right?"

The great southern continent was otherwise known as Rillotia's 'waste dump' mostly because it started off as a penal colony for Rillotia. It was funny how these days, Minteroca had actually surpassed it's 'mother country' technologically, economically and culturally. Minteroca was one of those countries - the whole country, not just the individual states - that allowed gay marriage. There was actually a church down there that preached 'free marriage regardless of gender or sexuality.

That's what you get when you start a country with prisoners who constantly 'drop the soap'.

"Yeah."

"You don't have the accent."

Okay, that was it.

No more lying!

"Dev, I -"

Before I could finish, Dev pulled the towel off from around his waist. I let out a faint eep as I saw his furry balls and sheath bouncing happily as he strutted towards the shower. Part of me was a little mesmerised. I had never actually seen his dick in its sheath before. Semi-erect, yes, but never fully flaccid

"What? Never gotten into communal showers before?" Dev laughed, twisting the shower knobs. He gave a loud yelp and danced away as cold water splashed on him. "Damn, that's cold."

I had to fight hard not to say, 'Let me help you warm up'.

I growled at myself and decided that this time, I was so going to drop the facade.

"Don't be shy there, Wolfe," Dev laughed, splashing me a little. "There's plenty of water to go around."

"Speaking of water," I began, standing under the shower next to him. "I've got a surprise for you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You're not going to reveal a 'I Love Devlin Rooks' tattoo are you?"

"Even better."

Now he looked a little worried. I twisted the shower knob and held my paw out to catch the water. A gentle drizzle slapped my palm.

I paused for dramatic effect.

"Um... Are you supposed to catch the water or something...?" Dev asked softly. "Not sure how many blows to the head you've taken, champ, but you can't do that."

"Wait, just give it a second," I answered, turning my paw around so the water splattered on the back of my paw.

The white wasn't coming off.

Uh oh...

"Can I borrow some of your fur shampoo?" I asked.

"Sure..."

I let him squirt some shampoo onto my paw before I rubbed it vigorously all over my paw. A quick rise later...

... and it was still white.

No... No way!

"Was something supposed to happen?" Dev asked dubiously.

"One more second," I answered, holding up a finger. I bolted from the showers, leaving Dev there in stunned silence. I dove back straight into my room, shut the door and snatched my phone from my bag.

I dialled my dad.

"Sooooo..."_came the coy croon from the other end. _"Had a shower yet?"

I growled at him. "You didn't..."

"Come on, Jake, I had_to use waterproof dye. What happens if you sweat too much during a game? Or what if it rains? What then? Did you want to leave a salty, wet,_ white_puddle on the field?"_

I almost crushed my phone in my paws. "And what exactly am I supposed to tell Dev!? Or Chad!?"

"Lick me."

My tail fluffed out. "What!?"

"Seriously. 'Lick me'. The dye was made from a compound that I synthesized using Devlin or Chadstone's saliva. It won't come off until one of them either spits on you or meticulously licks it off your body. Oh, I may have slipped in the possibility of my_saliva doing the exact same thing. If you're too embarrassed to face either of your mates with_ another_humiliating truth you dug for yourself, you could always come back home and I'd be more than happy to lick you clean,_ son_."_

He put extra emphasis on that last word.

"You're shitting me."

"Maybe. But there's only one way to find out now, isn't there?"

Damnit...

I'm sure there was a lesson in there somewhere but I was just too damn pissed at my dad for backing me towards a wall. Either I admitted to Dev in the most embarrassing fashion what I had planned or I go back home, my tail between my legs and beg my dad to lick me...

Urgh...

"You're evil."

"And horny. Shall I start drooling."

"Bite me."

"Oooh! I get to do that too?"

I hung up on him, restraining myself from crushing my phone into oblivion. I took several deep breaths. There were other ways to show Dev that I was his mate. Simply being honest was a good start, right?

"Bad news?"

I spun around, finding Dev leaning against the doorframe, hair matted against his head and fur still slightly damp. I could smell the minty fur shampoo from where I stood.

Yeah, it was bad.

Well... Sort of.

I took a deep breath, calming my nerves. "Dev... Close the door..."

Devlin's eyes widened for a brief instant before he raised his paws. "Whoa there, cowboy. I'm taken."

"I know. By two guys. One a famous movie star and the other a world renowned author who just happened to have adopted you into their family making that not only a polygamous gay relationship but also semi-incestuous."

Slam!

WHAM!

The door shut... and the wall hit me hard. Dev lifted me clear off my feet despite my added bulk, driving me hard against wooden frames.

"How the fuck did you know about that!?" he growled, ears flattened against his skull and fangs bared.

"Because I'm one of those guys!" I choked. To prove my point, I quickly gathered a crystal in my left paw, drew it across his line of sight and threw it towards the bed. I instantly flashed, landing on the bouncy mattress with a heavy whump.

Dev staggered for a moment before his icy blue eyes regarded me in shock and a bit of horror. "Jake!?"

"Did I ever mention that my middle name is 'Sam'?"

It looked like he was about to break out into a grin but shifted to a look of confusion where one side of his lips was upturned and the other was twisted downwards. One ear was lowered, his head tilting towards that side while the other was raised.

"What...? How...? Huh...?"

I waited a few seconds.

"Buh...?"

"I dyed," I joked.

Dev approached me cautiously, his paws shaking as they made to touch me. They ran over my smooth, white fur, rolling up my bare arms, over my shoulders and then cupping my cheek lightly. His fingers crawled up to the roots of my now black hair, running over the significantly shorter, spiked layout. His other paw squeezed my bicep.

I realised then he was more interested in my muscles than my actual fur colour.

"When did this happen...?"

"About the time you left the Kiev at my door," I answered dismissively. "Chad came in and had a chat with me. I decided to stop moping around and wanted to surprise you."

"By masquerading as the Thunder Phoenix's next star quarterback!? Jake, what happened to our plans for Crescenta?"

I raised my paw, sensing his panic. "I know, I know. They're still on. This is just so that I can help root out whoever was dealing those drugs to the team. I figure that if I hang around enough, I'll be given the offer eventually."

His brow furrowed, worry turning his half-smile to a distinct frown. "Are you sure that's wise...? I mean, after the blitz, no one has been receiving any drugs anymore... Maybe the guy from the Vipers got scared off."

I wagged a finger at him. "See... I'm not so sure that they're from the Vipers."

"What makes you say that?"

Cliff's evidence and argument was enough but I didn't need to tell Dev that my informant was my former high school boyfriend turned homicidal maniac. He seemed to grow more and more worried as I explained how I suspected that whoever was distributing these drugs was from inside the football league and that whoever it was, was framing the Vipers. The blotched drug deal just before we met was evidence of this as was the question of why the Virulent Vipers wanted to distribute these drugs to the people in the league.

"So you're going to put yourself at risk?" Dev demanded. "Jake, what if you get caught!?"

"I won't," I answered, taking his paws tightly. "Trust me, Dev. I won't let be so reckless as last time. When I kept you and Chad out of the loop, I ended up getting shot and causing your career to nearly go down the toilet. This time..." I squeezed his paws tighter. "This time, we're in this together."

A shaky smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Okay, Jake... Okay... I trust you. Just... Promise me one thing, okay?"

"Depends on the promise."

He pressed his nose against mine, his eyes shut tightly. "Just promise me that at the first sign of trouble, you bail, okay? I don't care if we have to run away and start all over again. Just... I don't want to see you hurt again... Not at my expense..."

I chuckled softly, and curled my arm around his shoulders. "Dev, your expense is my investment. I'd go to hell and back for you. I'd march the gates of heaven and piss in the Gods' coffee if you asked me to. If you wanted me to systematically hook each of the male gods to cock pumps which leads directly into airtight vats for the female gods to drown in divine seminal fluids, I would gladly do that." I grinned at him, licking his nose lightly. "I'd even boil the cum for you."

He laughed, pushing me down on the bed, his big bulk a match for mine suddenly. "You really don't like the Gods huh? Doesn't that bring a conflict of interest with Chad?"

I shrugged, curling my arms around his waist and slowly bringing him down so that our crotches were pressed against one another. I could feel his throbbing need under that towel and my shorts. "I love Chad. Doesn't mean I have to love his bosses."

"Too bad we can't go to Haven tonight," Dev whispered, slowly settling his weight down on top of me. I could feel his hard pecs pressing up against mine. His heartbeat bounced in tandem with mine as his hot breath wafted over my cheeks. "Could make up for last night..."

"You know I am sorry for screwing your proposal up, right?"

His soft chortle vibrated from his chest and seeped into mine. "Yeah, I know. Besides, it was funny. I didn't know you couldn't sing."

"Much good singing will do you underwater," I mocked.

"Touché." He straightened and pecked my lips lightly. "Maybe you can teach me to swim and I can teach you to sing." His paws reached up my shirt, barely swivelling under the tight fabric and squeezed my pecs. "With a bigger chest, you get to have more air and I got to say, your voice sounds way sexier."

I felt a blush crawling to my cheeks.

"Don't get use to this, though. My powers let me get buff temporarily. After a day or so, I've got to 'refresh' the energy or I go back to being little old, scrawny me."

Dev rolled off to the side, remaining on the bed and draping one arm behind my head. "Ever thought of packing on more muscle, Jake? I mean, if you're bigger, then that means you get even bigger when you use your powers, right? If you use all that stored up energy, you'll at least have your own body to rely on."

I rolled my eyes. "You just want me big and muscled."

His grin was shameless. "I won't deny I'm enjoying the view."

Devious thought crossed me features. I got up on my knees and flexed my biceps for him. His eyes shone as a vein popped against my white fur, rolling over the thick mounds of my arms. I puffed out my chest, showing him my developed pecs. A bit of drool gathered at the corner of his lips. His paws brushed against my thighs, squeezing the hard muscle there.

"God... Jake, you sure you can't stay like this...?"

I was almost tempted to tell him about the other Jacob Reaper who was still bigger than I was. However, I held back and gave him a sly grin.

"Are you sure you want me like this?" I asked.

"Absolutely."

"Not like... this!?" I took a deep breath and applied an anti-gravitational force across my chest. It propelled my clothes off my fur, tearing it to shreds as my muscles expanded, rippling into new sizes and cutting deep valleys into my thick, white fur.

Dev's jaw dropped and he -

WHAM!

Slammed me hard against the bed.

"Mine!" he cried, burying his muzzle between my pecs.

I laughed. That quickly turned into a moan as his lips found my sensitive nipples, licking at the erect, fleshy nubs and drawing a gentle suck ever three of four licks. His paws slipped down to my shorts, desperately tearing them from my thighs like a child opening a birthday gift. He growled a little when he saw my tight, white briefs and pulled his lips away from my chest.

That growl continued to echo deep in his throat. His fangs found purchase on the elastic of my underwear. He tore at them, swinging his head left and right, a wolf playing with his favourite toy. I laughed and he smirked up at me. He pulled the piece of clothing off, freeing my erect, foot-long member.

"Yum," he murmured, cupping my thick, black cock in one paw. He pressed his tongue at the base of my cock and slowly drew a long lick over the length of my member. Shivers ran all over my body, tingling new muscle that I had to admit, felt pretty good. His other paw massaged my thighs, curling my toes in the process.

I slipped my feet around his waist, feeling the eager wagging of his tail against my leathery pads. My big toe slipped the towel and slowly led the way for the rest of my foot to brush against his tight, bubble butt. I gripped his ass in a vice of my feet, letting his towel fall away. His hard 10 inch cock poked my balls as he drew one final lick. His kisses peppered my abs, making me squirm and giggle.

Our lips meshed together in one of his wonderful, breathtaking kisses. My arms wrapped around his broad, mountainous back, slipping and sliding over firm muscles that moved and flexed as he gripped my in his titanic grip. Our cocks brushed against one another, the tip of mine playing his abs like a xylophone.

Dev abruptly broke our kiss, panting heavily. His eyes switched to our cocks for a moment, particularly mine, then he glanced back up at me. There was insecurity in his eyes and a bit of fear.

"Jake... I... I need you in me..."

The way he said it... It was almost like...

"Dev... Are you still a virgin?"

He pulled me into another kiss. "Fuck yeah..." he whimpered. "I've been holding out for you, Jake... Only you... I want you to mount me..."

That brought a raised eyebrow. "Didn't Chad ever...?"

"No..." He licked me cheek, begging me. "Please Jake... I've had eyes only for you since we were kids... Please...?"

He really couldn't put on a puppy dog pout but there was just a lot of emotion back there. His words... God... I don't know what it was about him but... I just felt like our past, our present and indeed our future all seemed to rest on this one, union.

At the moment, it was just me and him.

No Chad.

No Cliff.

No mysterious entities.

Just me and Dev.

"Roll over..."

Dev grinned at me, his tail slapping my thighs. "I've got a better idea."

He sat up and clamped his thighs on the sides of my chest. I could feel his tail brushing the tip of my cock as he lifted himself up. His paw gripped my dripping member, the warm touch making me moan and buck my hips. I felt him guide the tip of my cock between his ass cheeks. His ass clenched around the tip as it brushed against his hole.

He whimpered a little.

Slowly, I rolled my paws up his huge, muscular thighs, running my fingers over the clean, chiselled cuts of his quads. They found purchase around his waist and slowly, I pushed him downwards.

Dev shut his eyes and his muzzle split open in a silent cry of pain and pleasure. I resisted the urge to thrust upwards and tried to stop the quivering in my groin as my cock slowly pushed through the tightened barrier of his ass.

"Relax," I urged softly. "Let me in, Dev... Trust me."

"I... I trust you," he grunted, taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes with much effort. His free paw wrapped around my right and he held on tightly as he slowly lowered himself further. "Oh god..." he grunted.

His ass was just so tight! He wasn't relaxing and every inch of my member that entered him was another inch being pushed into a hot compress. It took almost all my willpower to keep myself from thrusting into him.

"Urgh!" he cried and suddenly pushed himself downwards.

I gasped as his ass tightened around half my full length.

Dev cursed softly... before he got up into a squatting position, never letting his ass slip off my cock. Once in position and with his paw still gripping mine, he tentatively began pushing himself downwards... and then pulling back up.

Slowly, he was working into a rhythm, grunting with every dive.

Each time, he pulled more and more of myself into him and I was bordering the edge of my willpower. I didn't want to hurt him but it felt so good!

I grunted and thrust upwards the same instant he pushed.

"Oh gods..." he moaned softly. "Jake... Fuck... Jake..."

I could only moan in agreement and thrust deeper and deeper into him. His hot ass pressed around my member, squeezing down tightly. Every time we pulled apart, I was felt with this cold sensation around my cock like it was left out of a warm home. I would have laughed at the idea that my cock belonged in Dev but all my thoughts turned into grunts and groaned of pleasure.

One of his legs suddenly rose up and his foot gripped my nipple between two toes. I whimpered as he showed surprising dexterity and began tweaking the fleshy nub. Along with the thrusts of my cock, I began thrusting my chest into his foot.

Lust just overtook me and with my free paw, I seized his foot and pulled it towards my muzzle. I suckled at his big toe, rolling my tongue over its broad expanse and slipping and sliding my muzzle over his leathery pads. My tongue ran laps from sole to big toe over and over again. I could feel the veins crossing against the back of his foot.

"Jake...!" he moaned, suddenly pulling his foot from my grip.

Dev readjusted with some difficultly, pressing his chest up against mine and still somehow keeping most of my cock inside of him. Our muzzle touched, his eyes half-glazed over in absolute pleasure.

He begged me to fuck him... fuck him hard.

I gripped his ass and pressed my muzzle against his. I thrust deep into him, letting his moan of pleasure roll down my throat. I pumped upwards, wildly, increasing my pace with every thrust. His beautiful, singing voice rose in pitch as our abs compressed his huge, 10 inch member. Our bodies moved in tandem, sweat rolling off each other and filling the room with the scent of our love.

Dev broke the kiss, throwing his head back and letting out a loud, "Yes!"

He vigorously began pushing himself down on my cock as I thrust into him, his balls slapping against my abs as mine bounced against his bubble butt. A chorus of gasps and pants filled the room. Each of my thrusts squeezed more and more precum from my cock, the clear natural lubricant easing the thrust that came after.

"Oh shit..." Dev moaned, his free paw rising to grip his cock. His knot was out and full. I reached over with my paw and squeezed that big, bulbous, ball of flesh. Dev's member twitched, spraying me with a thickened mix of precum and semen. It splattered over my muzzle and I eagerly lapped up the salty brew.

I could feel my own knot forming and I pushed up hard, wanting so desperately to tie with him.

I urged my cock deeper and deeper... but his ass was just so tight! The harder I pushed, the closer I came to climax.

More of Dev's precum-semen mix splashed my muzzle, thicker and definitely whiter this time. He was getting really close.

Hell, he was just barely holding back.

Dev threw his head back, emitting as soft howl.

Another splash.

God... he tasted so good.

"J - J - Jake... I can't..."

My brain abruptly came to a jarring halt.

If I broke into a howl like I knew I would... People would know... If they knew...

Crap... The last thing I wanted was Dev's career down the toilet...

"Dev... Howl... Can't..." I groaned. Talking while holding yourself back from climax isn't very good for practising multitasking.

"I... I... Idea..." Dev whined. "Shit! I can't -!"

"Dev! Wait -!"

Before I could finish, Dev lunged forward, seizing my shoulder in his jaws and clamping down. His howl ripped from his throat just as his cum exploded out of his cock, splattering all over my already white chest. Some primal instinct inside me just broke at that moment, shattering the dams of my resistance and letting a flood of cum burst from my cock and fill Dev.

The last vestiges of my consciousness drove my fangs against Dev's shoulders, biting hard consuming my own howl in a thick mouthful of fur and muzzle. My hips bucked, jarring his cock up against my chest. Semen splattered against my neck, splashing me with warmth that spread across my entire body.

Our bodies were reduced to a quivering mess.

My howl died, turning into deep mixes of whines and moans that were muffled by Dev's muscles. I barely registered that Dev's own fangs were buried in my shoulder.

Dev collapsed above me and I instinctively jerked away. However, as he pinned me down, I realised with my increased bulk, I wasn't being crushed. I curled my arms around his body... and realised that my right paw was still firmly intertwined with his.

There was something to be said about that...

But I couldn't think of it...

My mind was hazy, fuzzy with love and affection.

Slowly, I prised my fangs free off Dev's shoulder, licking at the small indentations I had made against his flesh. Dev did the same... except his lips pressed against mine and he pulled me into one last kiss.

"I love you Jacob Samuel Reaper."

"And I love you too, Devlin Reaper." I answered, offering him a sly wink. "You're a nice fuck, bro."

He laughed softly before nuzzling against me. "And you're one kick-ass fucker."