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"Kory?"

The purple-grey sky melded to red, then orange, then yellow at the horizon, tinted beautifully by the setting sun. Clouds that would be white at any other time of day now appeared a deep onyx, distant pillows of obsidian.

"Yes?"

The tumultuous sounds of the city seemed as if they were in a dream: dampened, muted, forgotten. Down here, by the river under the bridge in the forest, the only sounds permitted were those of nature and two soft voices conversing on the bank. Everywhere was green and brown, dulled to half-vivacity under the gaze of dusk: the leaves on the trees and their half-remembered brethren from autumns past, caught on mindless land or trapped in currents too lazy to give an effort to move them, serve as buffers of those colors to the steady and dull shades of everything else.

"Remember when we first came here?" The fox looked up to the sky, his low tenor voice ringing his words out into the still dusk air. The majority of his fur shone a sleek and shiny black, like shadows that had been somehow solidified into only the finest of obsidian fibers; everywhere else was the stark pure-white of unblemished ivory. His eyes sat as pools of vibrant violet, two shocking drops of color on a monochromatic canvas of dark black and bright white.

"Of course I do." The otter sitting next to him against a log reached out a paw and placed it on his black-furred one, where it remained. This contact blocked out what of the world that their surroundings did not, closing the pair behind an iron door of happy solitude and reaffirming gentility. Back then, so long ago, this otter - Kory - was nervous and unsure: now, however, he was quite the opposite, the fears of long ago quelled, silenced, soothed by the familiar and loving actions of this fox, Samaki. Though, those were two separate otters, as different as the relentless flames of Earth's deepest burning reaches and the frozen bone peaks of its tallest mountains: the Kory of the Past, who was frightened, quiet, sent into panic by his thoughts; and the Kory of the Present, ever-changing, who was shy, reserved, and was instead calmed by those thoughts.

"A whole lot has changed since then, hasn't it?"

Kory thought back through all of the days and nights since then, amounting to almost uncountable months, the fair run of a few years. All of the friends gained and lost, new faces met, old faces forgotten, words and looks exchanged as numerous as the leaves in the forest around them, the number of people he loved rising, then dropping, then rising, rising, rising, rising - all the things that brought variety both sweet and bitter and hot and cold color to his life came washing into his mind. The day his mother kicked him out of the house with those sharp words on her tongue burning into his heart; that time his and Samaki's paws met for the first time, in a theater showing some horror movie; when he lost a friend after not assisting with that friend's drunken wants; the phone call almost every night with his fox, bringing smiles, laughter, joy, and sometimes sadness or quiet regret; that one night, the turning point in his life, when he slid off the couch during a sleepover and laid next to Samaki, speaking soft words and gentle flattering truths.

That first day the two had met, Samaki had taken his paw (of which he has still not released) and led him through the innumerous and constantly changing halls and corridors of the maze called Life. Each hall of that maze was a different emotion, one Rapture, one Regret, one Joy or Pain. They walked each of these - and many others - several times, some more than others, some less than others, always holding the other person's paw tightly, never once thinking of letting go. It was walking up hundreds of flights of stairs in the most complete of darkness: neverending, exhausting, where if you lost care in the slightest you were bound to misstep ad trip, in turn hurting yourself and whoever walked behind you - but, in the end, there was always aa reward, always time to rest, always the sweet promise of fulfillment and accomplishment. In the end, it was always worth it. Without Samaki, Kory would be lost in the halls of the maze without a clue as to what went where; he would be sitting at the bottommost step of that staircase, alone, silent, his only companion the ever-present darkness.

A car drove by; a breeze danced and whispered through the trees; Samaki reached over and put an arm around Kory, his fur gently ruffling under the fabric of his shirt. Kory leaned against him, a smile warming his cheeks and face: the fox was always outright in showing his affection, something Kory had taken a while to adjust to, and, eventually, follow. Now, he knew enough that love was above the views and opinions of others, especially strangers. Past Kory was afraid to hold paws in public; Present Kory was fine with kissing in public - most places, anyway, as long as they weren't overly packed with people. It still sometimes brought a faint nervous flutter to his heart, but nothing he couldn't get over.

Samaki's voice was a soft wave under the gentle noises of a day heading to sleep, smooth velvet on Kory's eardrums. "There's nobody else I would rather be here with, Kory. How long have we been together, now?..."

A moment of silence, spent in thought. Time seemed to always meld together through their relationship, one happy day coming after another, in smooth unbroken continuity. "...Three years? A bit longer than that? It's hard to say."

"The longest time I've been happy in all my life. You know, Kory, if you had never written that poem I saw in the paper, I never would have known someone as wonderful as you existed, never would have wanted to meet you, never would have gone to the pool for that..." The fox turned his head, his eyes catching some ray of light from somewhere and glinting charismatically. "I know you used to be ashamed of it, but... are you glad you wrote it now?"

Kory also turned, his eyes meeting and looking into the fox's radiant violet pair. So many times had he looked into those eyes, into his own face reflected in the flawless surfaces, brimmed with tears or smiling with a happy shine; now, they stared back into his, the earth's most beautiful gemstones, irises of liquefied royal purple sunset. "Of course I'm glad," the otter purred in response, his gentle breath ruffling Samaki's whiskers, their muzzles a matter of inches apart. "After all, if I hadn't, I never would have known someone as wonderful as you existed..."

Samaki's lips curved into a smile and Kory saw his tail sway behind him. The wind stopped, the whispering of the trees faded into silence, no car drove by: it was just Samaki and Kory, a fox and an otter, sitting against a fallen tree on the bank of a calm and thoughtful river, staring into each other's eyes, paws resting on one another on the sand beside them. They were two trees in the forest around them, having stood together for who knows how long and who would remain that way for who knows how much longer - yes, they would bend under fierce winds and suffered their seasons, but in the end, they still remained as strong as before, side-by-side, and that's the way it was going to be.

Kory remembered that sleepover, all that time ago, when he was in high school: him on his bed with Samaki on the floor, talking about things he had never talked about with anyone else before. There were words, softly spoken under the nonexistent light of glow-in-the-dark stars from the otter's childhood; there were emotions in Kory's then-unsure heart, things he had never felt before, confusion and angst covered in layer upon downy later of black fur and purple eyes, of contentment and joy; there was contact, the touch of a paw on a paw, a hug, a kiss, then another, another, another... that was the night Kory finally knew how he felt about this shadow fox looking into his eyes - to this day, that night still remained the happiest in his life. Samaki was, of course, the most important person to him in the world and out of everything in existence. He was, in essence, Kory's key to the indestructible strongbox that contained the strange thing called True Happiness.

Samaki's arm came up from the otter's shoulder, his paw coming to rest on Kory's cheek. Kory smiled without showing his teeth, then brought his own paw up and closed it around the black-furred one that was already there It really was amazing, how silence could say so much more than any combination of words ever could, and how such a small touch could bring as fervent a thrumming to his heart and as bright a smile as it did... though, Kory had a feeling that what came after this would by far put this simple touch to shame.

Samaki leaned in a bit and touched his nose to Kory's - just like that one sleepover, all that time ago. "You really do mean a lot to me, Kory," murmured the fox. "...well, I mean, if for some reason you didn't already know that. You are... my... well, I don't know. I'm not a poet like you."

Kory giggled and rubbed his nose against the fox's. "Oh, you. You know, I could try to put into words how much you mean to me... I'd fail - horribly - but I'd still try. Oh, the day that midnight fox stumbled into my life..."

"The day you bumped into him at the pool." So he remembered it too... that was nice. He truly was the only one for him, and Kory knew that the rest of this night would show the full truth of that statement. Tonight felt like it was going to be a good night - a very good night.

Another soft wind blew through the trees, gently running its cold fingers through Kory's thick fur and making him shiver slightly. Samaki noticed this and pulled the otter around in front of him, the thick rudder tail resting out on a toned black-furred leg. He wrapped his arms around Kory's belly, pulling him close and sharing his warmth; Kory leaned back in response, resting his head against Samaki's with his eyes closed. The emotions they shared were at times - like now - sweet and quiet, and at others, loud and colorful: Kory's body was consumed with a kind of velvet warmth, the kind only this wonderful fox could bring. It was a feeling he had long since gotten used to, a feeling that brought taut nervousness to Past Kory and that now brought calm, familiar, gentle relaxation to Present Kory.

Samaki turned his head and pressed his lips to Kory's cheek, not pulling back for quite a few seconds. Smiling, Kory also tilted his head and kissed the fox's black nose; then, he readjusted his entire position so he was facing him and looking into his beautiful violet eyes once more. They held each other's gazes for a period of time before both leaning in, on a mutual and synchronized whim, and pressing their lips to the other's. The still chill of evening turned into the warm, colorful light of midday, weightless bliss surging through their veins. Kory cupped Samaki's chin in his paw while his eyes began to drift shut, holding his head there, keeping their mouths together in one of the most intimate displays he could give.

One of Samaki's arms came up from around the otter and stopped behind his head, the other remaining on his back above the base of his tail. The otter arched his back and tilted his head to get deeper into the kiss, his paw mirroring Samaki's and wandering to the back of his head. A soft sigh, the sway of a tail across sand... a tongue, broad and flat, sliding out of the fox's mouth and into Kory's own. It was a slow and silent transition, but as the kiss became deeper, as they each tilted and turned their heads, as they each released steamed sighs, the sweet and quiet passion turned into something much louder and more colorful...

These two things always seemed to come together, tightly hand-in-hand: the kiss broke and Kory sat back against his tail, legs apart, the front of his pants tented upwards. Samaki's ears perked forward and his already-bright eyes lit up further, and he got onto his knees in front of the otter. As smooth and calm as the leaf that just drifted by in the river, he leaned forward, propped himself up on one arm, and began working at Kory's pants button and zipper with a well-trained paw. Kory watched, that warm memory still on his lips: sleek black-and-white form splayed out on the sand in front of him, tail swinging back and forth, sharp ears and thin muzzle focused solely on that one spot in his pants that yelled out for attention.

Samaki pulled the flaps of Kory's jeans apart and licked his lips, already able to smell his eager musk. Of course, Kory could still remember the first time the fox had gone down on him like this... however, now was not the time for digging up old memories, no matter how delicious. Now was, instead, the time to lean back and enjoy what his fox was prepared to give him. Gentle black-furred fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down his thighs, bringing into full view his already-throbbing cock.

Samaki licked his lips again - Kory could practically see him salivating - and wrapped two fingers around the base of the otter's meat, tilting it toward his mouth. He looked up, then, and caught his eyes: the two watched each other for a period of time, each looking through half-closed lids; they both moved at the same time, with Kory extending a paw to scratching the base of one of the fox's ears, and Samaki dragging his moist tongue up the underside of his rich length. Sex was something they both enjoyed, of course, but not something their relationship depended on: they each did it for the benefit and pleasure of the other, as they did for pretty much everything in the time they spent together. Neither of them had had this kind of relation with anyone else - they were each the other's first, and had learned and taught themselves as time rolled by. Samaki had the same tantalizing in his skill that a musician did in his fingers (so did Kory, but to a slightly lesser degree) - and, oh, did he show it! In a way, he was the musician that he compared to: his instrument was Kory's body, and the music he made was the conglomeration of moans and sighs, of yips and yelps, of cute little mews and half-breathed groans that squeezed their ways out of his throat. And, indeed, was he an exceedingly talented musician.

Kory leaned back on the sand and spread his legs further, allowing the fox to come closer and further lose himself in the part of his body he so loved. Both of their eyes closed, they slipped off into a private world called Bliss, where Samaki found his way around with his nose and tongue alone, and Kory just let his mouth hang open and enjoyed the fox's gentle explorations of his lower regions. They were both used to this, but that didn't make it any less special for either of them - the pleasure was still there, the passion was still there, the same heavy breaths and heartbeats were still there.

Samaki closed his lips around the tip of the otter's cock, still dragging his tongue up and down the hot and meaty length that filled the front of his mouth. He could feel his own hardness pressing at the front of his pants, a distracting and uncomfortable pressure; he reached down to undo the prison and release that pressure, but no more, leaving his paw on the sand next to him to hold himself up. Kory let out a single gentle sigh, his tail flicking side to side in ponderous swathes behind him, his head tilted back and eyes - though closed - pointed toward the sky. Samaki always wondered how he could control almost all of the otter's movements with something as simple as s flick of his tongue or a trick with his wrist or lips... he always wondered, but also always enjoyed how the person that meant the world and more to him could derive so much pleasure from his actions.

Kory's tip pushing against the roof of his mouth brought him out of his thoughts and back into his little world of Bliss. He tilted his head and moved his paws to Kory's hips, pulling the otter's cock deeper into his slavering muzzle. Each heartbeat and rush of blood through that member resounded on the sensitive surface of his tongue, and Kory's musk - restrained in one hot place through the entire day - filled his nose and the back of his throat with a presence both heavy and heady. That presence was soon replaced, though, with one much more thick and delicious, much more solid: the otter's hard cock was as familiar as in Samaki's mouth as his tongue.

There was always that half-gag when Kory's meat reached and pressed against the back of his throat, but now, it was expected and welcome: not at all the unpleasant surprise that it used to be. With the soft fur of the otter's belly tickling his nose and the feeling of his warm sack on his chin, there was not one place (or position, for that matter) where he would rather be.

Kory gently ran his paw down the back of Samaki's head and neck again and again, trying to resist taking that head in both of his paws and pushing in with all his strength. One thing he had learned about this was that patience brought a better reward than hasty urgency and carelessness... and, that reward was just what he needed to complete this day and seal it as one of the best in his life. He could feel it, deep within him - far off, but still present - and knew it for an unmoving fact that this fox whose head was between his legs would be the one to pull that out of him, as only he had and as he always had.

Samaki moved his head back and pulled his mouth off of Kory, a glistening arch of saliva still linking his lips and the throbbing tip of the otter's also-glistening member. Eyes met once more; the fox slid easily up Kory's body, their cocks meeting and sliding across each other as he leaned in for a kiss. Out of everyone the otter had ever kissed - which was, to say, not very many, 3 being the highest number including the fox he could think of (one of which was a dare) - Samaki brought, by far, the most powerful surge of relentless joy, and elicited a feeling unrivaled in several parts of his body - a feeling that could only be described as unearthly, a feeling that no man could be good enough to ever deserve.

Samaki's tongue was warm and wet on his own, tasting like it usually did but tinted with the taste of himself. It was a wonderful combination, one that he relished as he pushed his tongue against the fox's and explored every corner of his mouth, taking his sweet, delicious time. Against his cock he felt the fox's own, thick and throbbing, knot already full and hot as it pressed against Kory's base, giving him a strange and invigorating tingle.

Samaki broke the kiss and sat on Kory's chest, teasing the otter's lips with his shaped tip. One paw on his hip and the other below his knot, Kory tilted the fox's cock at a better angle to his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip in a tantalizing motion - Samaki's resulting shiver brought a richer purr to his throat and led him to continue that swirl down and around his length as far as he could, brought to an end by the surprise of a slight gag. When this happened, he closed his shorter muzzle around the fox and moved slowly forward and back, cock cupped in his tongue; he could feel Samaki mirror the motions of his head, moving forward and then back, forward and back, each time with his knot pressing against the otter's lips, urging them to widen just a bit further...

Kory quite enjoyed the rich, powerful taste on his tongue of the just-as-thick contoured member in his mouth, but, unfortunately, it was taken from him - not that he minded, of course, once he saw what the fox was planning. He watched through blissful half-closed eyes as Samaki inched back down his body, then lifted the otter's legs and rested them over his shoulders as he kneeled. Musky flavor still tingling on his tongue and rich heat warming under his tail, Kory was only half-conscious of everything outside him and his fox. This was something that they didn't do often, so it still brought a slight pang of nervousness at its unfamiliarity... there was always a few stray thoughts - always surprising him that he was thinking at all - running loose in his head: will it hurt? Will I not like it? Will he get mad if I don't want to do this? Should I do this? Do I want to do this?

Samaki somehow seemed to sense his unease - it was strange, how it was so easy for him to tell his thoughts and feelings, while at the same time relaxing and reassuring - as he leaned down and placed a sweet, gentle kiss at the tip of the otter's nose, an artist carefully dabbing the finest of brushed on moist and warm black bumpy canvas. Kory felt Samaki tease around his tailhole with his tip, a feeling that made him press closer to the fox in want of feeling that tip inside him, of feeling that thick meat so deep in him... the very thought of it was almost too much for his patience and self-control, as it required a conscious effort to keep himself from reaching down and stroking himself. Then, the teasing stopped, and he felt the fox's semi-pointed tip on his hole, and...

His heart stopped for a fraction of a second, his body twitched, his breathing knifed into a sharp gasp, when Samaki gave the push that slid his tip and first inch-and-a-half or so of his meat into the tight otter. Kory squeezed his eyes shut and just breathed for a bit, adjusting to the feeling of being stretched by something so thick and warm; the fox realized, of course, that he needed time - having had no preliminary stretching by fingers or tongue - and remained where he was, gently stroking the otter's cock with one paw while keeping his leg over his shoulder with the other.

It was a slow process indeed, but a steady one: it wasn't too long before Samaki's knot licked at the rim of Kory's tailhole as his tip previously had. The otter's breath remained laden with the same hot pressure that stretched and filled him; he had propped himself up on his elbows for balance and still had his head tilted back. There was a purr rumbling deep in his throat, though, and he was the one to first make a move to urge the fox to continue, wiggling his hips slightly and in turn making Samaki grunt and begin to pull out. Over time, Kory grew more comfortable with the movements, and the pleasure he gained from them too increased: his sighs and moans became indistinguishable from the fox's, letting another one out at the peak of each push into him, each one coming a bit faster than the one before it, each one with just a bit more urgency than the one before it.

Samaki pushed in and pulled out, in and out, in and out, his hips moving with smooth fluidity, head bent forward and eyes shut, teeth clenched, tail flicking and swaying behind him, the black-and-white paintbrush of an over-eager artist. Beneath him Kory mirrored his movements, lurching forward or back after the fox moved in the respective manner, his body a conduit to resonate and magnify Samaki's heated energy and transmute it to pure, raw pleasure, the breath coming out of his mouth that hung half-open in raucous gasps. His elbows had since fallen out from under him - who knows when that had happened - and he now lay on the sand, arms splayed to his sides, tail digging a deeper swathe in the soft beige-white ocean beneath him as each movement sent another wave of another through his body.

Samaki's grunts grew more audible, and Kory became aware of a bright and hot presence at the very base of his cock, that presence becoming exponentially more powerful each time the obsidian fox pushed again into him. This was his reward: he could feel it, as obvious as the thick meat that slid in and out of him - just as rich, just as hot, just as fierce and passionate -

The fox's entire body followed the movements of his hips, and the force with which he moved grew. A string of means, each louder than the one before, worked their ways out of his parted lips, with the same happening to Kory; then Samaki threw his head back and released a loud, rapturous howl of a moan, emptying rope upon thick rope of hot cum into the otter. Kory was already halfway into his own orgasm when this happened, his hips raised off the ground and cock throbbing each time it spurted more of his own seed out onto his chest and belly.

The powerful, urgent energy of a few seconds ago quickly faded into the soft, sweet passion of earlier in the night: Samaki leaned down and kissed Kory again, their lips locking for a considerable period of time as he slid himself out of the otter, having not knotted him. Kory could feel the hot and thick liquid still inside him as the kiss broke and their eyes met and held as strongly as their lips had.

No words needed to be said, but still they were, the fox's low tenor sounding out as a sweet melody in the night, three simple one-syllable words that somehow were as powerful as the light of the sun from two and three-eighths inches away: "I love you." Three words, meant as truly as they ever had; he felt a steady exhalation of breath in the fur of his neck where Kory's muzzle was buried as an answer, and that was all he needed.

The rainbow of the sky had dimmed to a blue as dark as the fox's fur: the world was cloaked in black and lighter shades of black, a night obsidian.