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Dark clouds, dark skies. The relentless drumline of rain barraging down on everything was the faithful partner to the waves crashing in the sky that followed bright flashes of light. Thunder, rain, wind, noise, noise, unholy noise. Anyone that rain clutched in its grip was instantly turned into a shivering wet mass of fur - sometimes it seemed the earth enjoyed playing with those that inhabit it.

A husky in a grey suit looks out the window from under the brim of his hat as he sits in his car, not wishing to get out. It had started out as such a nice day, too! The sun was shining bright, the sky was a cheery blue instead of this bleak stygian color, and the clouds... the clouds looked like molten overcooked marshmallows on the horizon. Okay, maybe there was a bit of a hint as to what was in store for him later in the day - or, rather, now. Traffic on the roads home was the biggest mess he had seen since that time his drunk cousin parked sideways on the center lane of the highway, and then promptly received a full-body slam from a semi. That was not a good day at all.

The trees outside the window of the car sway, a million little fingers tap on the roof and sides of the car. This storm absolutely was not going to let up soon, and he absolutely was not going to be stuck in this car for however many days it did take. After all, there were things more unpleasant than slightly messing up his fur and clothing - believe or not, he is going to survive.

Cold rain pierces right through his fur when he opens the door, biting into his skin and chilling his body. The wind makes it no better, only quickening the race of the raindrops and turning the cold wetness into icy pain. The husky breathes out a curse and hurries to the front door of his house, the word uttered forming an ephemeral mist before quickly getting beaten into nothing by the storm's heavy brutality.

Dripping, sopping wet, he unlocks the front door after fumbling in his pocket for the key, then steps inside and sighs,. All the lights inside are off, the illumination of everything further lowered by the harsh weather; the husky stands at the door, shivering as he waits for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Inside, the drumming of the rain and rumbling of thunder are muted, but still hold an obvious yet ghostly presence in the back of his mind.

The husky pulls off his jacket and kicks off his shoes after forming a sizable rain puddle by the door. Slightly irritated by the condition the rain put him in, these fall wherever they do after he drops them, to be forgotten and remain there for the rest of the night.

Walking fast in trying not to get anything wet, he heads down the hall and into the master bathroom joined, of course, to the master bedroom where he sleeps with his mate, Zim. Zim doesn't seem to be home right now, but Kura - the husky - is too busy with getting the shower on to pay that any attention. If Zim is home, he's probably just in another room - as Kura had only passed through two or three on the way here - or, if he's not, he could be out shopping or the like. Either way, he is currently not present.

The hiss of the shower drowns out the pattering of the rain in his mind, a harsh and repetitive sound replaced by a more steady and soothing one. The white walls of the bathroom glint brightly in his eyes, a sharp contrast to the dull and dead grey of the world outside - in fact, he realizes, everything inside the house is the opposite of outside. Bright lights instead of dark skies; warm water instead of cold rain; familiar comfort instead of strange stress... what Kura loves the most, though, would be his wonderful mate Zim where there were the evanescent faces of a thousand strangers, one warm and comforting scent and touch from a thousand ever-changing smells and a thousand rushed pushes, shoves, brushes, and bumps. There is peace from the chaos of the world - the galaxy, the universe - outside. This is their territory, and only theirs.

The husky looks at himself in the mirror, at the fur matted down from the dirty weight of the rain, at the white button-up shirt turned a translucent grey; at the sapphire eyes staring back at him. He watches himself bring his paws up and begin unbuttoning that shirt, revealing slightly wet off-white chestfur that was previously the color of the purest refined silk. That sea of white flows from his chest up to the underside of his chin and muzzle, to the undersides of his arms, and down to his inner thighs - and places in between those areas: the removal of his pants prove this to be true, the sleek fur disappearing only very slightly underneath the strap of his blue speedo, the same rich tone of blue as his eyes. In the contours of the fur of his belly are half-formed lines and gentle nuances, soft hints at the tight muscles beneath his skin - the same is clear in his arms, his legs, his thighs, his entire body; present but not obvious or overt, like the ticking of a clock in the next room.

Pointed ears; a floofy tail forever curved upwards; shiny black fur, the interval companions to the white keys of a piano. Kura spends time on his appearance, always looking for something to improve to better please his mate... the slightly ruffled and unkempt look from being caught in the rain seemed to be doing well, as it brings out the brightness and sheen of his fur in places that remain dry. And his eyes... his eyes shine in the light of the bathroom, two breaks in the stormclouds to let fervent day through.

His underwear drops easily to his feet, and he kicks it aside in preparation for his shower. His black-and-white form now revealed in full, a pristine onyx statuette with embellishments of the finest white gold, he stops to admire himself before heading to the shower. IN his mind, Zim stands as more impressive, much more than anyone else - though, that wasn't to say that he believed both of them were lucky to have such a stunning mate. After all, if he didn't have any pride, he wouldn't have any motivation to look better, now would he?

As soon as the husky steps into the shower, he closes his eyes and lets out a gentle sigh as warm as the water coursing down his body - sweet, sweet bliss. He knows very well that he will have an internal war with himself on the premise of getting out, ending with his willpower overpowering his body - only after a long while, of course. That's how it happened every time, and he was sure it was like this for everyone else.

He runs his fingers through his fur, rubbing the shampoo in and letting the gentle floral scent replace the musty tang of the rain in his nose. Of course, there were things he'd rather smell that that as well, but oh well. He pulls up Zim's scent in his memory and pretends he's smelling that instead of the shampoo - it only slightly works. Sigh. He could remember all of the times like this when he got home, found he was alone, and went to take a shower, only to have a nude - and hard - Zim join him. He could see him in his mind: he is a Gizian, much like a wolf but with some slight differences, standing just taller than him, ears perked, sharp eyes watching his each and every move... he could see the muscles of Zim's belly bunching and unbunching each time he thrusted in to the husky, could see his thick red cock bobbing gently in front of his face like it had done so so many times before -

No, no, put those thoughts away for later. Kura moves his paws back up to his chest from the lower regions of his body, willing the tip of his own meat to retreat back into his sheath. He would save that for Zim... tonight feels like it would be one of those nights. They could start a fire in the fireplace, keep all the lights off, and go along with their business, warmed only by the heat of each other's bodies and that of the fire, the only sounds in their ears being their sighs and moans, the gently pattering of the rain and the ghostly fire's crackling...

Cold air hits him In a wall of displeasure, shattering his daydream and bringing him back to his earthly thoughts. The towel is so far! Why didn't he bring it closer before getting in? He shakes out his fur before walking over and wrapping the towel around himself, shivering from the temperature drop between warm shower and cold everything else. Maybe Zim had gotten home while he was in the shower... that would be nice. He could just keep his clothes off and let his fur air-dry... yeah, that sounds good.

The rest of the house is even colder, bringing him to just slightly regret his decision - still, though, his mate is more important than his own comfort, and that's the way it always would be. He lets the towel drop after drying himself off with it, then runs his fingers and a few combs through his fur to smooth it down and make it look nice. He knows that his mate loves the softness of his fur, so he always takes massive amounts of care in making it just right...

The muted drumming of the rain unsettles Kura slightly over the backdrop of the silence and apparent emptiness of the house - also, it is dark, seemingly more so than before he entered the shower due to his eyes now being unaccustomed. It was a bit creepy, walking out nude into the master bedroom ,seeing the large bed with sheets clean and flat, the blankets seeming almost to glow in the shaft of light from the bathroom -

Something tickles at his foot and crawls up his leg, making him jump a bit and kick it off. IT wasn't that it frightened him - which, it did - but just that it felt strange and startled him a bit. What was it, a bug? No, that couldn't have been it - this felt thick and flowing, like a liquid, but just not quite...

This time is wraps around both of his legs, quickly ascending his body and covering him in a rubber-like film, not thick enough to completely restrict his movement yet enough so as to greatly hamper it... it's stretchy, like a kind of plastic elastic, and even though it covers his head he can still see and breathe as if nothing stands in the way. IN fact, if it hadn't take him by surprise, he wouldn't be able to tell this suit is on him, other than the fact he feels like the paw in a latex doctor's glove. Then, a familiar voice, purring from behind him: "Turn around, husky, and lay down..."

There is something in Zim's voice - had he been in the bathroom the entire time? - that makes Kura follow every word he says, turning around so that he is facing the Gizian, then laying down and propping himself up on his elbows, instinctually spreading his legs. As he sort-of expected, Zim was nude and already hard, his red cock glistening in fine contrast with the tannish-brown of his bellyfur. A full twelve inches in total length, deliciously thick with a wide knot as well... just the sight of it is enough to bring an eager stir to Kura's own. He hates it and yet simultaneously loves it when his mate teases him like this: sometimes Zim would just sit on his chest and lean back a bit, the tip of his meat just out of the husky's reach.

Zim gets down on his paws and knees and leans over Kura, their noses but inches apart. "Tonight's going to be a long, fun night, my love..." he murmurs, his voice just barely audible above the storm. "I have a feeling we're both going to enjoy it..."

Kura lets out a soft yip when Zim reaches behind himself and gently pinches the revealed tip of the husky's cock, urging it to slide out further. It's such a strange, detached feeling, having those warm fingers working at him under the barrier of this clear latex-like suit - strange yet more exciting and wonderful than any other touch he had ever felt. He pushes his hips forward, murmurs in his throat, wanting more, more, more -

"Now, now, puppy, let's not get too eager... fun's not fun if you don't take the time to enjoy it." Zim sits back and spreads his legs apart, digging the heel of one of his feet into the husky's crotch and teasing the ever-growing cock between his toes. His own meat throbs against his stomach, a fine exhibition for the restrained Kura - however, despite the extreme want and urge to move forward and pleasure that beautiful delicacy, he holds back in knowledge of what would be done to him if he were to act without permission (it had happened before: long nights of endless playing with him never being allowed to finish. Yes, it was wonderful, but not something he is willing to go through this night).

He can feel the warmth of Zim's foot on the most sensitive part of his body through the suit - the soft pads and semi-coarse fur, the different calluses and scars, the claws, everything stimulating him further and making the husky involuntarily lift his hips up. It was amazing, really, how Zim could practically control his every movement just through the palette of touches - Kura is, in a sense, a helpless sex slave at the mercy of his master and mate.

Zim slips the husky's meat between his toes, stroking as if it was his paw and not his foot. His toes slide up and down the latex-covered cock, swift and smooth, pulling the husky's sheath back a bit further with each stroke. Kura's little sighs and moans steadily grow louder, triumphing over the rain when his thick knot pulls free of his sheath. The suit accommodates this, stretching to contain the new length, yet not becoming any tighter than before; Zim stops his stroking and rests his foot on Kura's now fully exposed hardness, tapping his toes up and down, up and down on his knot.

Tap, tap, tap; the rain keeps on falling, falling, falling; Kura breathes in and out, in and out, in and out. Zim pulls himself back up and positions himself above his mate, pinning the husky down, staring intently into his bright blue eyes. "I know what you want," murrs the larger Gizian, rubbing his impressive shaft against Kura's. "I know exactly what you want... and, you know what? I'm feeling nice right now, babe, so you'll get what you want."

Kura watches, blue eyes widening in expectance, when Zim moves up and sits on his chest. The Gizian tilts his cock down toward the husky's muzzle and rubs the tip across his cheek, leaving a string of sticky pre; through the film covering his nostrils pushes the hot musky scent of the Gizian, bringing another rich throb to Kura's cock and making him open his mouth. Zim, a devious half-smile on his muzzle, directs his meat toward the husky's awaiting maw and pushes the tip of his length in - it pierces the rubber-like substance of the suit but doesn't form a hole, with the suit instead just closing around the thickness of his meat. This is, indeed, what Kura wants: Zim's rich, red cock, tasting a thousand times better than it smells - and, by gosh, does it smell absolutely euphoric - leaking pre onto his tongue, continuously sliding further into his mouth, the various ridges and contours massaging his tongue and the insides of his cheeks... Zim sure does know how to bring pleasure to anyone.

"Yes, yes... good boy..." The Gizian rubs behind one of Kura's ears, pushing his hips forward. Kura's own hard cock rubs up against the back of one of his legs, given a strange, slick feeling by the substance of the latex prison it is trapped under - attention will be paid to that later, in its own time. Now, though, is his time, and he plans to take full advantage of his sweet, sexy husky's helplessness... he places his other paw behind Kura's head and pulls him closer, then leans his own head back and releases a soft sigh of heated contentment. It always amazes him, how good this dog is when it comes to tongue dexterity, all the different flicks and twirls, the drags and swipes, and that one way he dances ever-so-lightly across his tip... simply rapturous.

Kura enjoys pleasuring his master as much as the recipient enjoys being pleasured - perhaps more. He moves his hips up and down against the soft fur of the Gizian's leg, belying his eagerness and pleasure derived from his current predicament. Unfortunately (and to both of their disappointments), though, he is unable to pull Zim's twelve inches into his muzzle - and, besides, his lips don't even stretch far enough to accommodate the diameter of the knot, already full and throbbing. This is - of course - not his first night doing this, so the reflexive gag from having the hot and thick meat press against the back of his throat is, by now, dulled and almost completely suppressed, absent. The magnificent flavor fills his throat - well, the part not filled by the massive Gizian cock - and his nostrils, consuming all his thought processes, destroying his ability to act of his own accord. Now he belongs completely and totally to the sexy animal sitting on his chest with his with his manhood shoved down his muzzle. He could want nothing else.

Feeling his husky had had enough, Zim pulls out of his throat and muzzle; the hole where his cock previously was quickly closes back up, trapping inside the musky flavorful heat that it left. "I'm going to fuck you, my dear," he murrs, reaching back and forcefully groping the husky, "and you're going to love each and every moment of it. By the time I've finished, you'll be making all sorts of sounds you've never heard escape your lips before..."

Kura feels the heat of his mates' cock on his tailhole before feeling the cock itself - the same glorious heat that is trapped inside his suit with his own dripping eagerness, the same delicious heat that leaves its memory inscribed in the buds on his tongue. Well slickened by the lubrication of his saliva, Zim's first push in is relatively painless... save for his sheer size, of course, but that pain is a good kind of pain when it comes. The thick meat slides into him with a kind of slow yet firm advance, making Kura tilt his head back alike Zim had and let his mouth just hang open in some otherworldly bliss. The first time he felt this - his Gizian stretching him wide, each movement causing yet another move of the purest pleasure to wash over his entire body - he had lain back on the bed after finishing, legs still up on Zim's shoulders, and just breathed for a good half-hour. Literally, it was breathtaking.

This time Zim remains on top of him, their legs laying side-by-side on the floor, his nose buried in the white fur of the husky's neck. It was times like these that always stick in their minds, vivid memories to be conjured up on lonely nights in an empty bed - strong symphonies of love, each movement blending in seamlessly with the one next and the one before, the climax loud, right, powerful, passionate, a billion supernovas to end existence.

Paws on the ground on either side of Kura's body, Zim uses the resistance of the husky's weight on the floor to push farther in, until his knot presses against the semi-tight tailhole. Kura tilts his head back down, eyes half-closed and unfocused, and moves his head forward; Zim understands immediately, pressing his lips to his mate's. He pushes his tongue in through the barrier separating their mouths, and smiles into the kiss when he feels Kura's tongue push back against his own - their silent synchronization during things like this always had amazed him, and certainly always will. Kura's hips push eagerly backwards towards Zim, the husky wanting more, more, more; his breaths come out in hot bursts that ruffle the fur of his mate's 00nose and face; they each move in perfect rhythm with each other, their minds - that is, what still survives of them over the controlling power of lust - carrying the very same wants and thoughts.

Zim pulls out until almost none of him remains inside the husky, then lurches forward and pushes himself back in. This continues for a while, each time with Zim almost unnoticeably increasing his speed, until Kura is forced to break the kiss and lean his head back again, a new moan pulling its way out of his throat with each movement of his mate. Zim moves like a tree in smooth, steady wind - forward, back, forward, back, a kind of liquid fluidity to everything he does. Between his and Kura's bodies throbs the husky's cock as it strains against the material of whatever covers his body - hot, thick, hard, trapped.

Zim groans in his throat as he feels himself grow closer, in turn further increasing the speed and urgency with which he moves in and out of the husky. Everything melts away, his eyes closed and breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, Kura bouncing and moaning beneath him - this is it. Zim pushes his hips forward, his knot somehow making its way into the husky, and lets out a howl of a moan as he shoots several ropes of thick and warm cum into Kura, who arches his back and moans as well, his own seed held against him under the suit.

Zim kisses his mate once more, the two tied together for what would probably be the rest of the night - the husky surely would have to take another shower to get the mess out of his fur. Oh well: that will come when it does. "Did you enjoy your night, sexy?"

Kura nods, breath still laden with pleasure, and puts his arms around Zim.

The Gizian smiles, a murr rising in his throat. "Good... I did too. Kura?"

"Mm?..."

"I love you."

A soft and saccharine half-whispered murmur: "I love you too."

The rain continues falling, the eternal timekeeper for innumerous wonderful nights.