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Hey everybody, this is a little something I wrote in the past days, spawned by the lack of stories set in Italy. All the informations on the city are true and based on experience and school knowledge, but the characters and the events are completely fictional. Feel free to comment and point out any errors or things that don't work, it will help me become a better writer :-) Also, last but not least, I want to thank again Gritou for being my proof reader and editor and for supporting me in many other ways.

The sun was up in the sky, a light over the countless furs walking, chatting or just enjoying the warm rays in Piazza del Popolo; many of them where crowded around the obelisk in the middle of the big square, admiring the ancient trophy of past greatness or taking photos of their friends sitting atop the majestic lions guarding the great monolith. Luca didn't pay attention to any of the passer-by, he usually enjoyed the sight of so many different worlds reunited in such a small place but that day he didn't have time for any fur-watching. He had still time until the appointment, but he prided himself to be always on time and he really wanted to spoil is record today.

Even with that resolve he didn't miss to notice the usual gathering of Goth and Emo furs on the steps of one of the twin churches at the sides of Via del Corso, and one or two furs gained his attention while his foot-paws carried him along the street, as one lanky and tall wolf with a vintage varsity jacket his nose in a newly purchased comic or the juggler cougar who capsized the attention of the passer-by with her ability. Avoiding the slower furs who were having their usual stroll , he finally reached his goal, one of the expensive hotels that dotted the street; the canine adjusted his clothes and himself before entering, his clock saying he had five minute left before the appointed time, confirming once again that his fame for punctuality was well deserved.

Luca went straight to the boar woman who was manning the reception at the moment, his tail moving lazily behind him and his tall ears standing fiercely erect.

"Buongiorno, I'm Luca Rienzi of Figli di Orazio, I'm the designed guide for Mr. Eriksen. Could you please let him know that I have arrived?"

The boar looked at the tall man and examined him for a few seconds, his red polo and beige pants passing her judgment as she answered him politely. "Yes, Mr. Rienzi, we were expecting you, I alert Mr. Eriksen of your arrival. May you wait here in the hall, please?"

He did just that, and while he waited there in front of the reception desk he idly thought what monuments the rich tourist would want to see and repeated in his mind all the notions about them; it was a little boring to do the same routine over and over again, but the clients wanted to see the most famous spots of Roma, and it wasn't their fault if that neglected the other minors sights. He hoped that this Mr. Eriksen was used to walk; it always was a pain when the client got tired for too much walking and he had to accompany him back to the hotel.

His thoughts were interrupted by a polite cough behind him, and he turned to meet the bright eyes of a tall lynx in casual yet stylish clothes; he blushed, realizing that Mr. Eriksen has arrived while his mind was lost in the realm of historic facts, and blushed more when he caught himself seizing up the client's fit spotted body. He consciously commanded his tail and ears to be still so that his embarrassment and appreciation couldn't be discovered.

"You must be the guide sent by the agency, am I correct?" the older male said, offering a paw.

"Yes sir" Luca answered, seizing the offered paw and giving him his best wolfish smile, "my name is Luca Rienzi. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Rienzi. Since we will spend a nice day visiting this lovely city, can we just use our first name?"

The request was unexpected, and unbalanced the young man. "Yes sir, I mean Mr. Eriksen, well I mean...."

The lynx chuckled at the poor guide's difficult, ears flicking in amusement. "If you're trying to remember my name, it's Stanley and I haven't told you yet."

"You haven't," Luca said, feeling like a fool ", but I read your name when picked up this job, I should have remembered it but I'm used to be formal with clients, so-"

"It doesn't matter Luca. Shall we go?"

"Yes, si-Stanley. What do you want to visit first? Piazza di Spagna? Maybe the Colosseo and the Imperial Fora ?" the canine asked, motioning his client toward the exit and noticing how fine a rump he had when the lynx surpassed him while going out.

"Actually, I would like to go to San Luigi dei Francesi and admire Caravaggio's The Inspiration of Saint Matthew, if you don't mind." Stanley requested with a broad smile and swigging tail.

"Not at all, it's my job to take my clients where they want and provided some knowledge about the places! We will go through Piazza Colonna and Piazza Montecitorio and near the Pantheon, so we will see some of the many landmarks the Urbe Eterna can offer. Piazza Colonna is named after the Column of Marcus Aurelius, which was erected there by the Emperor in...."

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The walk wasn't too long and it was accompanied by Luca's telling of facts and the events involving the streets and palaces they passed by, while the lynx listened to him with an interested expression on the muzzle and asked some questions now and then. Luca couldn't stop himself to admire Mr. Eriksen's body, blessed by Nature and continuous training with wide shoulder and well developed muscles; he knew he shouldn't ogle a client like that, but it rarely happened to him to have one that young or without a grand belly built by a life of luxury. It didn't help either that the lynx's demeanor was more causal than most.

They stopped before a church with a white façade and the fleur de lys; the two furs admired the proportionate buildings, and then Luca began his explanation.

" Here we are at San Luigi dei Francesi, si-Stanley, and, as the name could tell, this church is one of the French national churches in Rome and is named after Saint Louis, also known as Louis IX of France. It is mostly famous, as you already knew" Luca said to the lynx, crossing himself and lowering his voice as the holiness of the place demanded " for housing The Inspiration of Saint Matthew. It's one of Caravaggio's paintings, and as most of them wasn't well received".

They stopped in front of a chapel, where the painting of an old fur writing what an angel dictated could be seen behind the security bars. Luca had stopped his exposition so that Mr. Eriksen could stare at the work of art in silent, and he was so near to him that the feline tail actually batted his calf in its slow, ropey motion. After some moments he decided that he had waited enough and was about to resume his work, when the lynx began to speak in soft tones.

"As in all his works, Caravaggio painted the Saint as a commoner and in such a position that he seems to be unsure of the things he is about to write, as he couldn't believe them himself; this is still far less unconventional than the first painting he had done for this chapel. In that one Saint Matthew was depicted as an illiterate old man who actually needed his hand to be guided by the angel in the writing, instead of the angel enumerating the facts as in this one. For this reason" Mr. Eriksen said, turning his smiley face to the astonished canine at his side, whose ears were playing a desperate mambo on his head, "the commissioners refused the first painting and requested a new one, the one we are in front of. Am I right, Luca?"

"Yes si-Stanley. " Luca responded, and then added with a hesitating tone while his tail played dead "So, you really don't need a guide for this painting?"

"Actually no," the lynx responded, turning back to the paintings and not noticing the hurt expression of the canine, "as for the other works of art I want to see today. You see, I was very interested in the Italian Baroque and in Caravaggio in particular during my years of the University of Minnesota."

"Caravaggio isn't exactly a Baroque artist" was all Luca could say to save his face as a guide.

"You can agree with me that Caravaggio was a completely different artist than his contemporaries." Stanley replied, a dreamy tone in his voice for being in front of one of the artist's work.

This new reply made the guide more depressed, his ears flattening and his tail motionless and slightly. "So, why did you hire me if you don't need a guide Mr. Eriksen?"

Seeing what his words had caused to the younger male, the lynx grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it a little to comfort him while he spoke.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings Luca, I didn't mean to. I really need a guide for the rest of the many things that are in Rome, and I prefer a fur more than a book so that I can have some company and a little chat in my visit. More so if the guide is as cute as you are"

These last words were marked by a wink, and they had the effects to bring back the perkiness to the ears and the wag to the tail of the canine, who looked over all relieved that he wasn't victim of some kind of joke.

"So, Stanley, where do you want to go next?" He said with a hopeful voice.

"Let me think" the lynx answered, one paw to his muzzle in a thoughtful gesture while the other was still rubbing and squeezing Luca's shoulder ,"I'd like to see Sant'Agnese."

"Sure, it's not far away from here! Well, since you want a chat, what do you do for a living Stanley?"

***** *****

The rest of the day seemed to Luca more a walk with a friend than work, they made small talk as well discussions about art, helped by the warm sun and the vibrant city around them. Stanley made him laugh more than one time with his jokes, and leaned to him to gain some breath after that or to mark his words; of course all that was punctuated by his explanations about buildings and history, but they were delivered with a more lively tone than usual.

They were having a sandwich sitting on the steps of the Vittoriano, an impressive mass of columns, statues and stairs that sat on a side of the Capitoline Hill overpowering all the surrounding buildings and known by the locals as wedding cake or typewriter, when the feline asked in a curious but hesitant tone: "It's been bugging me since I saw you this morning, and I don't want to sound disrespectful, but what are you exactly? You seem to be a German Shepherd, but you have some wolf tracts."

The canine took his time in gulping his morsel of sandwich and to wash it with some water, then said: "It's not disrespectful at all, why do you think that?"

"Well" Stanley responded, scratching his neck with the sandwich-free paw, "I'm American, so I don't know what subject can be sensitive here, so I feared that I could insult you with this question."

"In essence, you feared that it could sound speciist?" He didn't wait for the short nod of the feline to burst in a short laugh, and amusement colored his following words :" it's not speciist, I'm full aware that my looks are a bit unusual for the foreigners, since we aren't many of my kind to begin with and none of them are famous outside Italy"

He drank some more water, to help rehydrate his dry throat, and then spoke again, gesturing with his paws :"I'm a Lupo Italiano, you can say a mix between a German Shepherd and a wolf; at some point in the past, a German came here in Italy and married an Italian, or the other way around."

Seeing the quizzical look of the feline he gave further explanation: "They had children that maintained some tracts from both parents, when usually they take over the aspect from only their wolf or dog side. Those children passed their unique looks to their descendant, and here I am today. Did I satisfy your curiosity?"

"Fully."

"It's a pity I can't return the question, you're obviously a lynx!" the lupo joked.

"From the tufts of my ears to each one of my spots" Stanley said with a cat grin.

They burst into laughs to their mutual lame joke, and then resumed to eat their lunch on the marble steps.

***** *****

The setting sun found them passing by the Trevi Fountain on their way to Stanley's hotel, idly watching the crowd of tourist massed around the famous landmark, as if waiting to see a new Anita Ekberg reacting the scene of La Dolce Vita; by this point Luca had stopped to explain anything, just content to admire how the light colored his companion, and wondering if he could manage to be assigned to him the next day.

Stanley was attractive, mature, intelligent and witty, all things the young lupo liked in a man, and even though his gaydar hadn't given a sign of life for the whole day he would like to make a move on him, the lynx was worth it. He didn't delude himself that it could be more than a night stand, he knew too well that he was just visiting the city, but he accepted that.

He was about to say something about a good restaurant he knew, a place very romantic but also characteristic, where they could have a fine dinner and maybe some flirtation, when he was beaten in time by Stanley.

"Such a lovely city Rome, isn't she?"

"I guess so" Luca said, shrugging his shoulders, "when you live in a city, you tend to get used to the many sightings".

"Maybe your right, but don't feel impressed by her, from time to time?" retorted Stanley, a little annoyed by the dull reaction of his guide and his apparent lack of love for his city.

Noticing that, the dog was quick to amend his previous statement:" Of course, what I wanted to say is that all the beautiful palaces and the ruins can pass unnoticed if you have your mind distracted by the traffic, the errands, that jerk of your boyfriend..."

He realized too late of his little slip, not in time to shout his mouth; he looked at Stanley, waiting to see the reaction. Surprisingly enough, the feline only flicked his ears, his tail doing number eights behind his back.

"Boyfriend, you said?"

Grasping all his courage, Luca responded to him with defiance, mentally slapping himself for how things were turning: "Yes, boyfriend. I'm gay, do you have problems?"

"Not at all, we had a good day together and that all that matters".

They walked in silent for a few meters, turning right into Via del Corso. Luca was still beating himself up for the course of the events that he nearly missed the casual question of the feline.

"So, you're together with someone?"

"Not now" the dog responded, his ears flicking with embarrassment, "I'm single at the moment, I just said that as an example."

"And you have some rule about not sleeping with the clients?"

The question caught him off guard. He stopped his walk staring at the feline with a lewd smile on his muzzle. His heart started to beat faster, did he really mean ....

The smile increased to his full cat proportion when Stanley heard the simple answer:"No."

***** *****

It took them little time to return to Stanley's hotel, and even less to find themselves caught in a hot make out session. The thin cat lips were pressed to Luca's, his muzzle invaded by a hot tongue which was easily overpowering his very own, while their paws grabbed every body part they could. They didn't stop their tongue battle for something as unimportant as walking, so the lupo found himself being pushed toward a door, moaning for the stimulation his ass was enduring from eager paws.

He had only a pressure to his legs before he was pushed on the bed by the lynx, who followed him in the fall and managed to not break their kiss. Now that they were in bed their movements became more heated, the exploration of their body more intense, the cat on the top giving a rocking motion to them and giving to both of their members a pleasurable friction.

Soon the need to get naked overpowered the need to make out, and Luca found himself getting stripped by the handsome lynx, though he took his time in it; the shirt was thrown away easily, and his paws indulged themselves in seizing every muscles on the lupo's chest. The dog could only keep moaning while his nipples where pinched, and he increased his moaning when he felt the cat hard-on grind against his own.

Content with his exploration, Stanley got to take off the shoes from the big foot paws and then the pants after unbuckling the belt with an excruciating slowness , which prompted a "Hurry up !" from Luca.

"But I want to explore this work of art fully and with its due time" was the witty response delivered by the grinning and ear-flicking lynx, having left the dog with only his boxers; his naughty paws went quickly to caress the bulge hidden by the cloth, enlacing more moans from his victim.

"You really have a nice marble rod judging by the feeling" Stanley said, his paws beginning to rip off the last remnant of the lupo's clothes, "but I want to have a closer look".

Luca's cock was all too happy to grant the feline's wishes and sprang free from its cloth prison, almost hitting him on the muzzle, making him say chuckling: "It seems eager to be looked."

"And to be touched." Luca added betweens moans. "It was teased all day long".

"I can do more than touching...." the feline said, and he put his words into actions by licking the entire length with one sensual movement. "Mmm, tasty..."

With that he started to kiss the canine member, while his paws fondled the balls and knot, making Luca a whimpering fool; when Luca thought he couldn't stand the teasing any longer, he felt his cock's tip being engulfed by the warm and wet embrace of a muzzle. The lynx set a slow pace, bobbing up and down his mouthful of cock and not ceasing to caressing the orbs under it, his tongue warping around the meaty rod.

He only stopped when he felt that Luca was near to reach his climax, and, staring at him with eyes burning with passion, he said while nuzzling the rod: "I'm glad you're enjoying it, but I can't keep noticing I'm overly clothed. Could you help me with that?"

Luca blushed for his carelessness toward his lover, and immediately he stood up with the feline and began to undress him, his eagerness not letting him indulge in the act; seeing the boner of nice proportion he couldn't stop himself from licking his lips.

"You know, you can actually taste...."

He obeyed to Stanley and lowered himself until he faced the barbed cock; he took that with one paw angling it for better access and then took the entire length in his long muzzle. The lynx moaned to the suddenness of it, and he began to purr at the vision of the young male sucking him, his head going up and down while his long tongue explored the thick cock. He could have let him continue until the creamy end, but he had others plans in mind.

Stopping the lupo by putting his paws on his shoulder, he rose him and engaged him in another passionate kiss, tasting himself on his tongue; then, not breaking the kiss, he laid the both of them on the bed and rocked his hips , rubbing his member to his lover's and causing both of them to moan in their kiss.

Breaking their lips tango, Stanley lowered himself and raised the canine legs, exposing the hidden spot to his prying eyes; putting those firm pillars on his shoulder, he pressed his nose and took a deep sniff of the musk coming from it. Deciding that the smell was of his liking, he proceeded to judge the pucker with his sense of taste.

The work of the lips and the tongue, kissing , probing and munching that soft spot made Luca frantic, the stimulation being almost too much for him and making him cry "Oh Sì !" between his moans. The lynx enjoyed the effects of his rimming, and continued to make circles and even penetrate with his tongue the tailhole, regretting that his maw would be soon too tired to continue.

When it happened he didn't change his position, he merely replace his tongue with something thicker and longer, gently pressing one of his fingers to the entrance of Luca's pleasure temple. The muscle was so relaxed that it let the finger go almost all the way to the first knuckle before remembering his supposed duty and clamped around the intruder, and from there the feline went slowly, applying more pressure in his gesture.

Luca was appreciating the experience to his fullest; he wasn't a virgin by a long shot and knew what he was supposed to do, so he channeled his will to be loose in his inner muscle, feeling the finger hilting itself and beginning to go in and out of himself. When was apparent that he could bear it, a companion was added to the intruder, both penetrating in the lupo's back tunnel until they reached the prostate, sending waves into the young man.

Having discovered the pleasure button, the two randy fingers began to scissoring and pressing it, making the moans escalates; the sight was too hot for the big cat, who took out his fingers and off the legs from his shoulder.

Stanley admired the whimpering dog on his hotel bed before spreading the just laid down legs and aligning his member to the prepared hole. The final preparations complete, he began to push his cat-cock in with gentle force, making the lynx hiss and the dog growl a little when the tip finally won its entrance.

The feline wasn't inexperienced and he waited for his partner to adjust to his girth before continuing in his journey, which hit the second stage when he made contact with Luca's prostate, pleasuring both males courtesy of the direct stimulation and the consequent tightening. Stage three was reached when his balls made contact with the upturned rump, signalizing a pause for both panting furs.

Having regained some breath, the lynx pulled his rod out almost entirely before slamming it back, beginning at first to thrust slowly but than increasing the thrusting along with the rising of the pleasure; he didn't simple shove his member in a simple in and out movement, he pushed from different angles and force, while he leaned over to engage the wolf in another kiss.

Luca was in heaven, his prostate being stimulating in ever changing manners by the barbed cathood, his maw being filled by a raspy tongue and his cock being sandwiched between their stomachs; he growled in ecstasy, letting the handsome spotted feline rode him to his liking, something that was also in the lupo's as well.

The speed of the love-making grew as Stanley neared his climax, and that was all that took for the dog to reach his limit ; he stepped out of kiss and howling began to spray both of them in ropey cum. In his orgasm Luca nearly missed the feline writhing above him and filling his ass with his seed.

Stanley collapsed on Luca, and began to groom his guide in a lovely fashion, licking some of the cum on his face and neck. The lupo was lost in his own world; rational thoughts escaping his mind, and it took him several minutes before descending his high and said something to the lynx.

"I hope you liked your staying in Rome".

Stanley stopped the grooming and stared back the dog with a malicious light in the eyes.

"I love coming in Rome."