Shadow of Light
The idea for this story came to me in a dream about me and my boyfriend. I added in things on my own to make it more interesting to write. I don't think it's as good as some of the other things I've made. Plus, I felt pretty uncomfortable with the idea of posting it. On a final note, it's a little bit shorter than "Abnormal". But, despite all these flaws, I hope you all enjoy it.
Rays of light shined down from bulbs above two husbands laying on a king-sized bed. Nearly everything was white, the walls, carpet. It was their home together, and they had lived together for years. Soon, they even planned to adopt a kid. Three birthdays a year to celebrate instead of two. Life was perfect, but it was going to be better, oh, so much better. Dusk and Dawn were inseparable.
Two wolve's lips pressed against each other, sealed tight just as their souls were. One black-furred, the other white, the yin and yang of their lives, supporting one another where the other was weak. Those white hands showed easily against black fur when they grabbed the more feminine wolf's rump tightly, snow white fangs biting down into the shadow fur shoulder, which made a moan echo throughout the bedroom. In return, the night creature bit back, drawing blood from very slightly the dominant male, who humped against his lover's stomach and pressed him hard against the mattress, growling fondly. Dusk gripped the thick meat grinding against him and began to pump it hard and firm.
Dawn lowered his hand down, tracing it along the side of the black body, until it reached under the big fluffy tail. Fingers nuzzled Dusk's tailhole, gradually applying pressure, then more, then harder. They penetrated, sinking in slowly, making the cute puppy whimper and tense up before relaxing. His ears folded back and his green eyes looked up submissively. Dusk used his free hand to cup white fluffy wolf orbs, rolling them around in his palm. Dawn grabbed his lover and flipped them over, so that he was on bottom.
Those rays of light still shined brightly, making their fur shimmer and them looking like stars in the sky. But such a comparison was almost offensive, because their love would last far longer than even when every star was gone from existence. Dusk gripped the hot, pre-cum dripping cock and lowered himself over it, biting down on his bottom lip and grunting loudly. A howl escape Dawn's lips, making the pictures of the two of them on the wall shake, one even falling and glass shattering. The thrusting that proceeded made the bed squeak and bang up against the wall.
"Dawn, I..." the black wolf started, but was sharply cut off by hard poundings of a knot, loosening him up slightly each time.
"...love you, too." Dawn finished with a grin, immediately afterwards jamming the thick bulge in. It flared up, tying the two together for an unsaid period of time. Streams of hot whiteness shot up inside the tight warn confines, making Dusk shudder in pleasure and grip his own self to begin pumping wildly. But, before he could finish, his hand was slapped away.
The black wuff looked confused, "What was that for?"
No answer was given. Instead, Dawn showed off his remarkable flexibility, bending down far enough and sitting up in just the right position to lower his lips down to Dusk's wolfhood. The pleasure was so much, having a sexy knot tied inside you and a blowjob at the same time, from the same person! Before long, the arctic wolf raised his head back up, licking his lips clean and swallowing.
"Wow..." moaned the feminine male.
Dawn chuckled. "After we untie, we really do need to go stock up on groceries. I'll make dinner from things we pick up, too."
With a nod, Dusk burned the time away with lots of cuddling and ass wiggling. That almost got a second go out of it.
As the two walked out of the grocery store, they held bags in one arm each, so that they could hold hands from the walk to their car. It seemed many were doing last-minute holiday shopping, since so many spaces were taken and the only choice was to park far away from the entrance.
Before Dawn could open the door once he got his keys pulled out from a pocket, some dog who had been hiding behind the vehicle stood up suddenly and aimed a gun at them sideways.
"Gimme yo' Goddamn wallets an dem keys!" the bloodhound yelled. The person didn't look or sound like he was any older than a teenager. What poverty drove some people to do...
For a few short moments, the two of them were so surprised and shocked that they couldn't move, but the sound of the handgun being cocked got their attention.
"Okay, just don't do anything you'll regret. Lots of people will hear that go off," Dawn spoke calmly. Slowly, he put down the bag of groceries on the ground, reached in the back of his pocket and handed it over, along with the keys. Dusk did the same, all of the items being thrown on the car's hood.
After collecting the items and stuffing them in his pocket, the bloodhound stepped into the car while still aiming the gun, just about to slam the door shut and drive off. However, the distant noise of police sirens were heard before retreat could be done.
"What da fuck?! You sunsabitches gonna' get me fuckin' thrown away!"
Dusk then did something he'd soon regret, barking back angrily, "We didn't call the fucking cops, you dumbshit, you were watching us the whole time!"
Birds sitting in trees flapped their wings and flew away in fear. Cats nearby scurried swiftly, hiding under dumpsters. And the sunrise wept.
Everything started to feel warm for Dusk. Everything was blindingly white, too. It felt like he was floating up from a really deep, hot body of war, with the steam puffing up and acting like soft pillows. The steam rose, carrying him up higher and higher. This was confusing, what the hell was going on? He groaned in slight pain, holding his head. This better be some stupid dream, because I can't remember a thing!, the black wolf thought. The floating seemed to stop and the steam solidified, forming ground.
"How was the trip?" a teenaged voice asked cheerfully.
Dusk groaned, "What?" An answer was given immediately, so he went to standing up on his feet, which was a little weird to do, since everything was the same pure white. But slowly, stepping into view was a cat, not quite as white as... well, everything. It was still hard to adjust eyesight to see him, though.
"The trip up! It's awesome, like a giant hot tub," he explained enthusiastically, jumping a little and waving his hands.
The black wolf groaned and covered his face with hands, "Please wake up, wake up wake up wake up... OUCH!"
Dusk quickly slapped away the cat's hand, who had just pinched him. "This isn't a dream. That hurt, right? So you can't be dreaming!"
He held his arm, staring down at the black fur of his body, "Well, it did hurt... But that doesn't mean I'm not dreaming."
"Nope, dead as a doornail!" This made the wolf's head shoot up and eyes go wide, obviously wanting to know more. "Shot right in between the eyes, you don't have much brain left to dream with."
Suddenly, Dusk leaped towards the feline, shoving him down and strangling the creature. "FUCK YOU!"
Just as if the cat never existed, he wasn't there anymore. Instead, it was simply a voice, "It's not like it's that bad. He'll be here one day, too. My name's Fletch, call out my name if you want to talk later."
"It's a lie, a lie, a lie. I'm dreaming, I just want to wake up in home, in my damn BED!"
Poof! Dusk opened his eyes up and found himself back in the bedroom of home. Home sweet home. But Dawn was not laying next to him, only an indention on the mattress of where the weight of him once was. A black hand reached over, feeling over it... cold. Maybe Dawn went to work early.
Hopping up to his feet, Dusk made way to the kitchen and peered around. Everything looked in place, all was normal. Even the city outside was hustling, like it was always remembered being. Well, it was about good enough of a time as any to cook breakfast, for sleeping in to 11 AM, so says the kitchen clock. But...
The fridge was empty. That's not right. He and Dawn went shopping yesterday, the groceries... the... groceries...
"Aaaagh!" Dusk fell down to his knees, holding his head painfully. It ached, it felt like a chainsaw was cutting right down his skull. Flashes of memories came back to his head, memories all blurred like smeared water paint.
It was impossible to remember clearly, but Dusk knew that when he spoke out angrily, there was some loud noise. Then, lots of pain. Dawn's tear-filled eyes looked down at him, the stars of the sky above the white furry's head which was weird, since they were the same height. He must've been lying down, on the ground then?
Maybe it's true then. "I'm dead..." he mumbled to himself quietly, with a lack of emotion. The wolf hugged his legs and began rocking himself, tears falling down his cheek. "I'm dead..." This repeated for hours.
Until, finally, it was simply too much to bear. "Fletch!"
The entrance door creaked open, footsteps padding in. "I'm here," Fletch's familiar voice whispered.
For a long while, they just stayed close. Fletch sat down next to the depressed wolf, not saying or doing anything. The only sound that could be heard was his crying.
"I just didn't want to be alone," Dusk spoke in between sobs.
An arm wrapped over Dusk's shoulder, holding him close, "I understand."
All he could think about was how much he missed Dawn. Those beautiful eyes, late nights of them staying up late together. Watching TV with him, drinking, eating pizza, laughing. So many immature tiny little details, they were all missed. And now, Dusk would have to wait for decades to see his lover again. What if Dawn found someone else? Or simply stopped loving? It was so hard to think about it. The only way that could be avoided with certainty is if he killed himself, but not only was that depressing to think about, it was unlikely, knowing him.
"It's going to get better. There's more to do in Heaven than wait," Fletch comforted with a sad smile on his face.
Dusk's immediate reaction was negative. What did that mean, more to do, it's going to get better? Of course it's not going to get better, it'll only ever get worse. He would never move on, or get over it, not for a second.
His face scowled, "No, you're wrong." Dusk looked into the young cat's eyes, "I want to go back, or I want to simply not hurt anymore. There's no alternative..."
Sighing sadly, Fletch slowly became transparent, then faded entirely out of view. Having felt nothing could be done at the moment, he left.
There was this one day in his life that Dusk thought of every night. The night they had proposed, then made love right on the sands of a beach at night. Closing his eyes tight, the black wolf thought back on it. How the water moved back and forth from the edge of the beach, washing briefly over his legs. How the stars twinkled, how they had howled at the moon. Slowly, everything around Dusk began to melt and mold, like a painting being splashed with water, everything reforming to match his thoughts, copying the beach and the night sky. As if expecting it, he opened his eyes and looked around, seeing everything just as it was remembered. Somehow, it only made the pain hurt more.
Raising up from the water and standing on it as if it was land, Fletch began to walk towards Dusk. He saw the cat coming, but made not direct eye contact, or conversation.
After a long silence, Fletch broke the silence solemnly. "There's someone here to see you."
With a scoff, the kitten was waved off, "If it's some old family member or friend, I don't want to see them. I hated them all."
The white-furred male sighed, shaking his head, "No."
Hm? So if it's not those then, then who? Maybe someone from work. The look of curiosity was hard to miss on Dusk's face, so Fletch made a 'come over here' hand gesture, then heard footsteps behind him. He spinned around and stood on his feet, eyes quickly adjusting to focus on the creature. Once they did...
Dusk leaped towards the other, tackling him down to the ground, Sand of the beach flew in the air as punch after punch was delivered. Quickly, he was pulled off by Fletch and the other stood again. It was that bastard!
"You killed me, you prick!" the wolf yelled with complete and utter hatred.
The prick kicked at the sand of the beach and stared at the ground. At first, no reply was given, the bloodhound was quiet. This pissed Dusk off and he started to struggle in Fletch's grasp, but it also got the attention of his murderer more, who finally looked up.
"I-I'm sorry," the prick held up his arms defensively, voice mixed with both fear and sadness.
"Sorry isn't good enough, you bastard! You should have gone to Hell, why are you here with me?! How is this right?!" Finally, he was able to throw the cat's arms off of him and leaped at that dumbass teenager again, pinning him down to the ground and continuing his punches.
Just when he was going to be pulled off again, the bastard held up his hand to signal Fletch to not stop it. "No, it's okay. I deserve it." Dusk was expecting to have been pulled off again, so the reaction made him pause and wait for an explanation.
It was given. "I don't deserve to be here, you're right. I had a hard life, God was merciful. You know the basic drill. Parents fight, Dad's on drugs, live in a shithole. I came here to apologize, but if that's not good enough, then do whatever you want to me."
"I'll give you a far worse punishment than what you would have gotten in Hell," Dusk spat out, grabbing the bloodhound by his neck and dragging him down the beach, into the ocean waters.
Farther and farther into the calm waters they went, until they were in water deep enough to where you couldn't stand on ground without being submerged anymore. Checking to see where Fletch was, the dark wolf's eyes spotted him watching at the beach. Whatever, guess we'll just have to put on a good show for him, eh, killer?!
If everything here was somehow conjured up from his mind, then it wouldn't be too hard to ask for this. A nightmarish creature appeared seemingly out of nowhere in front of the two in the waters, it floated above the ocean without any wings, or other forms of help. From the elbow up, it simply had large white spikes. The rest of its' body was a jumbled mess of bone, meat and dripping blood.
If this world was malleable, then it wouldn't be too much to ask to fly up towards the nightmare, holding the bloodhound in front of himself, impaling the dog onto the spike. At this time, in the happening of just a few seconds, Dusk created a 600-foot wave, cascading it down over them all. It felt like one hell of a really big semi truck slamming into you while a brick wall was directly behind you for you to comfortably smash against. The nightmare creature had disappeared and it took several minutes of struggling around under the water before Dusk pulled the whimpering dog with him, who was in pain, but was already dead and would never die.
The process was repeated. Another monster, impale, wave. By this time, both of them were exhausted and in extreme pain, the teenaged canine more so, but Dusk's rage demanded he never give up. For all eternity, this would be his Heaven. Vengeance.
This time, there was no monster. The third round of punishment was just a wave, but much bigger. It was all the water in the ocean, all curling up higher and higher, getting closer and closer. Before it could fall down and unleash judgment, Fletch zoomed over in front of them. Everything went blinding white again, just as it was originally so when he had first died.
The black wolf growled menacingly, "Why did you interrupt?!"
"You were going to kill him," Fletch answered, taking the now-unconscious boy from Dusk's arms, whom of which didn't resist handing 'it' over.
"How? He's already dead, we're all just ghosts up in the sky," he retorted, turning his head away and crossing his arms.
The cat shook his head, "Normally, it's impossible. But you hate him truly, while he was willing to give anything to make up for what he did. Both people were, in a way, consenting for the destruction of his soul, which made it possible. And large amounts of bodily damage doesn't hurt the goal, either."
Dusk turned his head to Fletch, "If he was willing to die, then why in the hell did you stop me? It was obviously okay by him, me and whoever sent him down here. I was left here to finish the job."
"Because he truly does regret it. He had a hard life, what he did was entirely out of desperation for loved ones," the kitty replied, turning around and slowly fading away as he walked. "By the way, the person who sent him here was Dawn."
Dawn had killed him? The idea, it made Dusk smile.
If souls could be destroyed, then maybe he wouldn't have to sit here for seventy years to wait for his lover. Yes, it was incredibly greedy, self-centered and could almost be considered downright evil to even think of doing it. But if you were in love and destined to sit and wait for decades upon decades of being alone, then maybe you'd understand.
Dusk stared down into a volcano, its' opening agape and lava oozing out of its' side. He stood on a little cliff, the heat simmering up and burning his fur and flesh. Maybe this could all end, here and now. Flame bursted around his body suddenly, as well as he willed it to start raining acid. At this point, he leaped into the liquid fiery depths below.
As soon as he hit the lava, which would assure death, Dusk fell down into an office, hitting the tiled floor muzzle-first. Wasn't Heaven supposed to be eternal paradise with no pain? Maybe this was the ghetto.
The wolf spat out some blood, wiped his lips clean and stood up. Only now did he notice a female deer sitting behind a desk, who looked up to smile at him.
"Oh, hello!" she greeted sweetly. "You must be Dusk, I was told I should be expecting you."
"Nice to know someone filled in my doctor's appointment for me," Dusk remarked with sarcasm.
Seeming as if not to catch the tone, she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, God himself, actually. I'm Cindy, we're going to be good friends." The deer reached a hand.
Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, he reached and and shook her hand. At this time, he took note his body was healed. All skin and fur back in place.
"So, what am I in for, doctor?"
"Cavity search," Cindy grinned.
This took him by complete surprise, "Wh-what?!"
She laughed, slapping her desk hard. "I'm so unprofessional. I'm kidding you. But, if you wanted one, anyways..."
"NO!" Dusk quickly interrupted, then cleared his throat. "Ahem, I mean, no, but thank you for the offer."
Cindy giggled, "Aw, alright. But the offer is always open. Anyways, about what you were brought in here for..."
"Yes?" the wolf asked impatiently.
"We know you've been a bit suicidal recently," she began. "We're a little surprised you actually found a way to even accomplish that when already dead. But that's not important. What is, is that we'd be very sad to see a, while a bit twisted and dark, perfectly honest and good-at-the-heart soul to perish. We can't just lock you up like some mental hospital to make you unable to kill yourself, forcing you into something would defy the purpose of even going to Heaven."
Dusk nodded, listening. "Yeah, that's all true, but I'm wondering mostly what you're getting at. The point."
"If you insist," Cindy shrugged. "I'll just cut to the chase then. We're offering you a chance to go back."
For just a few seconds in time, the world really *did* stop spinning. The sun went black. His heart stopped. All of time, all of existence stopped for a short moment when Dusk heard those words. It was utterly unbelievable.
Just as quickly as it happened, the world spun again, the sun turned back on and his heart pumped blood. "Wh-...re-... you mean it?"
"Yes. You can see your husband again," she whispered almost lovingly, putting her hand on Dusks', who had his laid on her desk.
Tears flowed down his eyes, "How?"
She pointed to a door near them, which was slightly ajar. Without saying any more words, he stood up and walked towards the door, uncertainty, confusing and fear running through him. Dusk turned his head to look at the deer, but she simply waved farewell and smiled. Slowly, he grabbed the door and opened it, bright white light shining down over him. It felt good, it felt like a nice hot bath, a massage, it felt like getting the best night's sleep of your life. The farther into the light of the doorway he walked, the better he felt, the more... alive he felt.
He was going to live again.