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When I took English in my sophomore year of high school, I had this amazing coyote for a teacher.

For one, Mr. Sandshil was a geek, jock, introvert, and socializer all rolled into a single, compassionate man with a Hispanic accent. The coyote had this amusing habit of rolling his r's for no apparent reason, but God, how I wish I had him again as a teacher this year.

Regardless of being a man of pure contradiction, he had a sense of humor that instantly brightened anyone's day; and if that didn't work, his charming personality just made it impossible not to smile back. But Mr. Sandshil was also extremely closed about his personal life, even to the point where the 'Mr. Sandshil' in the classroom seemed to be the only part of the coyote's life.

Whether that was his plan or not, it added a mysterious quality about him that kept everyone intrigued. There were the rumors, of course. In a generation like now, someone's business became everyone's affair. Yet, despite the curiosity, no one was able to uncover anything about his personal life. Shockingly, even the gossip group was silent when it came to the man.

Mr. Sandshil was just that good at keeping secrets.

And soon, the coyote's life became the Eighth Wonder of the World for the relatively mundane suburbia. As if the teacher couldn't be any more suspicious, Mr. Sandshil always left the school on a black motorcycle, atypical of the usual white and red SUVs that populated the school staff's parking lot. One particularly interesting rumor was that the coyote was once seen veering out onto the road with an unknown person's arms wrapped around his waist. Unfortunately, motorcycle helmets make terrific head protectors, especially for hiding the face.

But other than that, Mr. Sandshil was always open to his students. He specifically loved those that shared his passion for the Latin language.

It was late winter, when he began the year's third unit of the English curriculum: romantic tragedies. Of course, the first thing I did was moan in complaint. I mean, seriously? Shakespeare, again? Didn't the teachers get tired of teaching the same shit each year?

Thank whatever almighty being was watching over me, because apparently, Mr. Sandshil wasn't that impressed with the text either. Or the Renaissance in general. After giving us a quick summary (who doesn't know what Romeo and Juliet is about?), he started a discussion about love in reality versus that of the play.

Well, could it be any more obvious? The entire plot of the play is completely pointless; hell I could write a more riveting romance story, and I only have the English education of a high school student. Shakespeare, I swear, must be the world's greatest comedian, and he's just laughing at us from heaven, or hell, or whatever supernatural world he's living in right now. The 'love' between Romeo and Juliet was just about as real as Noah's homework. It just didn't exist. And if it did, it's probably full of crap. I don't know who you are, but if you want to marry someone the day after you met, I think you've got serious problems. Get a life counselor or something.

So I raised my hand, and when Mr. Sandshil called on me, I repeated word for word (not really) what I thought, and he chuckled softly.

"There's actually an easy answer for that, Kager."

Mr. Sandshil turned his back to us to write on the dry erase board, his body covering up the words written in marker. When he faced us again, he moved to the side and showed us what he had written. Only three black words were visible against the board's white background.

Amantes sunt amentes.

"Now, would anyone care to explain what that means?" he asked, tapping the marker's end against his desk. The classroom was morgue silent, except for the incessant beating of plastic hitting wood. No one would know the answer; Mr. Sandshil already knew that. Our class had the unique composition of having not a single Spanish, French, Romanian, etc. student. I think Mr. Sandshil was just a phenomenon of his own, probably the only fur with Spanish blood anywhere within five miles of the school. That, or I think he just enjoyed having a quiet classroom once in a while.

"No one? Alright then."

He turned to the board, wrote a few more words, and showed it to us again. This time, underneath the Latin phrase, was another peculiar sentence, but at least it was English.

Lovers are lunatics.

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Observing his face closely, I noticed a somewhat soft grin that could have been taken for a neutral expression from far away.

"We can't explain why we fall in love, Kager," Mr. Sandshil began, "and when we try, we often sound crazy enough that it deters other people." His arms were folded across his chest, and there was a glint in the coyote's eye. "Most of the time, the explanation just comes out half-assed."

The class burst out laughing, but I think I caught a wistful smile on the coyote's muzzle. Yet, another blink later, Mr. Sandshil was back to that cheerful attitude again. He must have noticed that I was giving him an odd look, because that 'smile' dropped slightly before returning to its original form.

"Now any more ideas?" Several more people raised their paws.

You're not fooling anyone, I thought, as Mr. Sandshil continued his lecture. But as soon as class was over, he rushed out of the room complaining about an unexpected teacher's meeting.

"He's one suspicious coyote, don't ya think?"

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I just nodded in agreement. "He sure is."

It seems funny that I never did get to ask why he seemed so sad that day. But I guess, like in my case, some secrets just got to stay hidden.

Hell, I don't even know what got me thinking about my old English teacher at all. Here I was, standing in line to get movie tickets, and a past memory pops into my head. And no, it had nothing to do with my love for Fahrin. The 'crazy' and suddenness of my love for him did not reflect the unexpected romance between two imaginary, Shakespearean characters.

Take the truth for what it is, but honestly, it was probably because the coyote in front of me looked strangely like Mr. Sandshil. He had that same ridiculous sports jacket that he loved to wear on windy days and even had that same piercing on his lower right ear. I peered closer behind his head. Damn, he's even got a similar fur pattern.

Maybe I was breathing too close to him or something, because for whatever reason, the coyote decided to turn around.

My muzzle dropped open.

"Oh, Kager? Fancy meeting you here."

Oh, shit. It couldn't be... I let my eyes meet the coyote's and jumped back in surprise. Yeah, I'm screwed.

_ _

"Um... hey, Mr. Sandshil. What a coincidence," I laughed nervously. "Never knew you were the kind of person to watch a movie..."

Fahrin stared at me curiously, squeezing my paw tightly. "You know him?"

"Something like that," the coyote answered for me. Despite responding to Fahrin's question, my past English teacher was not focused on either of us; rather, his gaze was focused on scanning another crowd of people that had gathered beside the concessions stand. I tried to look for what he was looking at, but all I saw was a swarm of angry people demanding their popcorn. There didn't seem to be anything worth observing, unless you wanted the entertainment value.

Fahrin started snickering from beside me, but I couldn't tell what he was finding so amusing.

"Mr. Sandshil, was it?"

My chemistry partner's tail wagged happily back and forth,

"Y-Yes...?" he stuttered, a blush on his cheeks. His ears were pressed down against his head, but just seeing the heated red on his muzzle was enough to keep mine closed. I've never known a person to make my teacher shut down like that... well, until now.

Fahrin winked at him. "You can go get your tickets now." And sure enough, the line behind Mr. Sandshil had already dissipated. "I'm sure you have someone waiting for you, am I right, sir?"

"Ah, y-yes." The coyote cleared his throat. "Thank you..."

"Fahrin. Fahrin Yenx."

Mr. Sandshil smiled and nodded. "I see. Well then, I may see you around yet Mr. Yenx."

Fahrin offered a paw. "It would be a pleasure sir," he said.

My teacher stared at the outstretched arm, before accepting the proposed handshake. While all this happened, I was just standing off to the side wondering just what the hell was going on.

"Ha, even on your own date, you still feel like a third wheel. You really do suck at this, don't you?"

_ _

Wow. Thanks mind, you're being such a great self-esteem booster.

"It's not my fault you're such a loser. I thought all football players were naturally social. Heh, you, apparently, are not."

_ _

"And you, apparently, are not helping. Screw the football stereotypes, just tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do," I growled.

The husky rolled his eyes. "Just wait and listen."

And sure enough, the coyote's attention was brought back to me once more. He looked at me with a speculative look, as though gauging my reaction, before shifting to a bright smile.

"Kager, I must say," he spoke, gesturing to the wolf beside me, "you know the strangest of people." He turned to Fahrin, and they shared the same peculiar look. "But in your case... that may be a good thing."

"Um, thanks? I think?"

Truthfully, I didn't really know what to say to that. Fahrin didn't seem that strange to me. Should I have defended him? But Fahrin really was unique in a sort of way. After all, he was the son of a reverend, a tiny idiosyncrasy amongst the mundane traits that described our generic town. The fact that the reverend of a Catholic church even has a son was bizarre in and of itself. I thought Catholic reverends weren't allowed to have children at all...

Then, would that mean that Fahrin was an illegitimate child? My priest didn't seem like the kind of guy to break the rules though. Hell, he was like the idol of purity. But there was another possibility.

Fahrin could be adopted...

It'd make complete sense if it were true. Despite the two being black wolves, Father Yenx and Fahrin were just, I don't know, different? Fahrin's muzzle was slightly wider and his body was not as muscularly built as the hard-working priest. Their ears varied too, with Fahrin's being a bit more angular, giving him a more edgy look, but dammit, to me, he just looked cuter.

It wasn't until years later that I learned that I nearly lost any chance I had with him that day.

On the day of the movie, I nearly acted like an idiot and became the world's largest dumbass... all because I wanted to ask him about his true parents. Thank god I had a subconscious looking out for me, one that was loud enough to stop me from asking.

So as I heard the echo of "No!" die out in my head, I let my muzzle hang open in a silent gape. I probably looked stupid, but if my mind was dead-set against it, then who was I to judge? I let the question fizzle down in my throat.

It wouldn't be three years, three long, pain-inducing years, until I learned the truth, the truth about Fahrin's past.

"Kager? Stop ignoring me... Anyone in that blank head of yours?"

I nearly laughed. "You have no idea, Fahrin." He gave me a wry look.

"You really do space out a lot, don't you?" he said, folding his arms across his chest. I grinned, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"Maybe a little."

We watched as my previous English teacher bought his ticket to a movie that was, thankfully, not ours. At least we wouldn't have to worry about seeing him again for a while. School, however, was a completely different matter.

When it came to our turn to buy tickets though, I noticed that Fahrin was hanging behind me slightly, most of his body covered up by mine. It seemed strange though, kind of deliberate. The cashier, a friendly-looking dingo, didn't look all that scary, but for whatever reason, the wolf seemed to be hiding behind me on purpose.

If it were Noah he was trying to hide behind, it would look a lot more natural. The fox's body mass was a damn lot more than mine; I think most of the football team did. I was probably just a tad larger than the kicker of our group, and he only just started working out. There was a joke around the locker room that I think Noah started. I still haven't lived it down.

He made some snide comment about how "big things come from small packages." It was obvious he was talking about my comparably small musculature for a wide receiver (People never get tired of the jokes...). In response, I asked him if that was true for his tiny dick, too.

The fact that Fahrin was trying to hide himself behind me just made it more conspicuous.

"Uh, Fahrin? What are you doing?"

He fidgeted nervously. "I'm doing nothing..."

"Doesn't seem like nothing." I turned to him and bent closer to see his face. His eyes turned to the side, but I could still see the blush on his cheeks. "What's wrong? You seemed perfectly fine talking to my English teacher a while ago."

"I was. He was really a nice guy, but..." Fahrin groaned in frustration. "Ah, you're going to think it's stupid."

I smiled, reaching out to hold his paw. "No, I won't. I promise."

He stared at my paw and slowly let his eyes meet mine. There was a skeptical expression on his face, so I let my lips slide into a placating grin. It must have worked though, because I could see him relaxing visibly, his shoulders slumping lower to his sides.

"I... I'm embarrassed to say it," he muttered.

God, he was so adorable.

"Don't worry about it. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

I said that then, but honestly, I wanted to know. I wanted to know so bad. Especially, um, if it had something to do with me. In the romantic kind of sense.

He paused for a moment, but let his muzzle curve upwards with a gentle smile. "Maybe later. I think, by then..." he continued softly, "I just might be able to tell you."

I placed my paw on his. "I'll be looking forward to the time that moment finally comes."

Patting him on the back, we walked to the ticket booth and finally to the dingo, who was tapping a claw on his watch impatiently. He looked relieved that we finally stopped holding up the line, which at that realization, made me scratch my nose bashfully.

"Good going, horndog. Always thinking with your dick, aren't you?"

_ _

Oh, fuck this, I don't even care anymore.

I slapped my head with a paw, dizzying me slightly but put enough numbness in my mind to stop the whining voice from echoing. I knew I was useless without him, but hell, I needed to do this on my own. What would happen in the future when I finally needed to decide things on my own? I couldn't really on a (psychotic) mental fabrication of myself forever. And goddammit, I wanted Fahrin, but on my own accord.

Without a speaking subconscious to help me.

Well, most of the time at least.

After making a quick apology to the dingo, we pointed at the movie title we wanted to watch and took out the necessary amount of money. I paid for Fahrin, of course. Although, it wasn't because I was trying to be the gentleman (I'm no romantic), but because Fahrin's father never gave his son any money in his life. He probably thought Fahrin would run away from home or something.

"You're such a liar, Kager. You know you would have offered to pay for Fahrin even if he did have money." The husky smirked. "Aww, look at you, trying to be little Prince Charming."

_ _

"Shut up," I muttered. "Don't compare me with that poor excuse of a man."

"Heheh. Such the hypocrite today, aren't you? Can't even get laid with a body like that and still you call yourself a man."

_ _

I shrugged. "Hey, at least my hair doesn't flow in the wind. And at least I have a pair of balls to go with this dick."

"Heh. Too bad you've never had a chance to use it."

_ _

Ouch. That was a punch to the crotch. "Maybe I just wanted to save it for someone special..."

Mental Husky rolled his eyes. "And yeah, what time period do we live in? The medieval ages? Look around you. I bet you that all of these people have fucked someone in their life, but does that mean that they're going to get hitched and elope far away from their parents? Obviously not."

_ _

"There's a five year-old among those people," I protested.

"Pedophilia," he answered without missing a beat. "But that's not the point, Kager. Do something spontaneous for once. You're not going to get anywhere in life if you don't try something new once in a while."

_ _

I almost retorted with a sarcastic comment. Hey, I was perfectly happy staying in my safety zone. It made life so much simpler that way.

No arguments, no worries, no stress...

"No excitement, no love, no possibilities. C'mon, how do you expect Fahrin to fall in love with you if you can't do something spontaneous once in a while? I bet it didn't even cross your mind that maybe Fahrin would have wanted to go somewhere before or after the movie."

_ _

To be honest, it didn't. I wanted to deny it, but I just couldn't. All my plans after the movie were just a blur. Was I just going to drive the wolf home afterwards? I didn't... I wasn't even sure what to do anymore.

_ _

"You are so focused on the objective that you panic when something unexpected shows up. Like now, for instance..."

I turned to the dingo in front of us and noticed the apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry guys, that movie's already been sold out," he mumbled, stumbling a bit on his words. "You could select another movie if you want."

"Oh, that's too bad," Fahrin whined. "I was looking forward to seeing it, too." His ears lowered and there was this sad expression on his face that made my heart tear into two.

Shit, shit. What do I do? I didn't want to bring his hopes up. I really did want to make him happy. But, now--

"You're panicking..." the husky murmured.

_ _

Dammit, I screwed things up again, didn't I? What was the point of planning all this if it was just going to turn out all fucked up?

"And still panicking..."

_ _

Maybe if I planned the movie earlier, we would actually have tickets. What was I thinking, selecting a movie that only came into theaters three days ago. I'm such a dumbass.

"Panicking..."

_ _

I swear someone hates me up there. Rez should just come and shoot me down, because right now, I feel like killing myself.

"Will. You. Please. Just. Shut the hell up!"

_ _

I growled. "What do you want?" I rumbled irritably, clenching my fists. "Are you here to rub it in? Well, congrats. I just managed to screw my first date up, okay?"

So maybe my mind was right. I did suck at dates. It's just a fucking movie, and even then, I still put the wolf close to tears. God, I'm so stupid; to actually think that Fahrin would ever be attracted to me... I was such a hopeless loser.

"And this is exactly the sort of panic I was talking about..."

I snorted. "I... I'm not panicking. I'm just frustrated."

"No, you're not frustrated. You're panicking. And it's because you don't know what to do. You're used to things being clean-cut simple, but life doesn't go that way, Kager. There's a whole lot more to everything that just from Point A to Point B. A movie date doesn't have to end with a movie. Like time, plans can change. The world isn't going to explode into a fiery apocalypse because today isn't going the way you want it to."

_ _

"I know that," I retorted. "I--"

"No, you don't know that," the husky interrupted. "If you did, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Use that brain of yours and maybe, if football didn't already kill off all those brain cells of yours, learn something."

After calming myself down a bit, which involved a lot of heavy breathing, subtle meditation, and mind-numbing slaps to the face, I looked at the board overhead, displaying movies and their associated times beside them.

"Now look. There's ten other movies that we could watch. You guys are in high school obviously, so we can drop the make-me-want-to-puke kiddie movies. That leaves it down to five."

_ _

I nodded slowly, agreeing with the husky in my head as he deliberated on the choices.

"Fahrin clearly didn't come here to watch a documentary, and trust me," the husky rolled his eyes, "as interesting as the founding of American history really is, I'd rather not have you go brain dead on your little wolf boy toy any time soon."

_ _

Wolf boy toy?

_ _

I must have looked like an idiot at that moment, because I start spluttering out in front me, choking on my own saliva. I coughed loudly while Fahrin started rapidly striking my back, a worried expression on his face.

"A-Are you okay?" he stuttered, a panic stricken expression on his face.

"Yeah," I breathed out, pounding my chest with a fist. Clearing my throat, I offered Fahrin a weak smile. "Just a fly is all."

The wolf cringed and whimpered. "I-I don't like bugs..."

"Well then, that takes out Bugs vs. Predators I and II," the husky murmured.

_ _

"Don't worry, Fahrin. The fly's gone, see?" I indicated the air around me, making bizarre motions with arms. "I killed it... with my mouth."

Fahrin giggled. "Interesting way to kill a fly. How'd it taste?"

"... Buggy."

"Okay, Kager. You only have two movies left. There's a cheesy romance film that would probably make you spew your guts out in disgust or a gory horror thriller that'd make you want to jump off a cliff. Take your pick."

_ _

I paused. "Um, what? Neither of them sounds pleasant."

The husky shrugged. "Eh, it's either the movie or going home with a sad Fahrin. Besides," he smirked. "Who said you had to be the one to choose?

"Wait, I don't have to pick?"

He chuckled. "Well of course not. You're not the only one watching this movie, right?"

I looked beside me to the adorable black lupine, the contrast between his fur and his white jacket making his verdant eyes sparkle like luminous emeralds. God, he was so beautiful. Thankfully, he was too busy staring at the movie board to not notice my staring, but I knew that it would only be time before he realized it.

"Hey, Fahrin... You'd be okay with watching another movie, right?" I asked tentatively, my voice wavering somewhat at the end.

"Well, sure," the wolf shrugged. "I mean, we're already here aren't we? But what did you have in mind?"

Wow, this was easier than I thought it would be. I smiled at him and pointed at two movies. One was titled Loveless Eternal, a chick flick that would probably have me hurling on the theater floor in the first thirty seconds.

A vixen and a wolf (how stereotypical) were shown embracing each other and their lips locked in the throes of passion. And just for the fan service, the wolf was half-naked, revealing the classic defined six-pack that all male star actors had nowadays. Of course, the vixen also had a bust that was larger than twice her face. That's a nice message to send to the future generation...

The other film wasn't any better. With a title like Silent Lake, the film promised to be... lame, horribly clichéd, and honestly, if the developers couldn't come up with a better plot line than a girl stuck in a haunted summer camp, then they should kick themselves right out of the movie business and use their worthless film as fuel to the fire that they would need to warm themselves at night. The budget for the movie must have been outright terrible too, because the "ghost" of the lake looked just about as scary as an army of children collectible plushies.

"At least it isn't Noah's tentacle porn collection. Now that would be a horror movie."

_ _

I shivered. That moment at school did not need to be relived. I could have gone my whole high school life without knowing that, but now, I will never look at my best friend the same way again. I make sure to keep at least a foot distance between us now... for safety reasons.

In case a tentacle slips out from beneath his shirt...

"You know, if that's what he keeps in his bag, then I wonder what he keeps inside his closet." The husky smirked, then giggled. "Lots and lots of toys."

_ _

"Eww," I groaned, trying to force away the images. "I did not need that picture in my head."

"You say that now. Just wait until you get older."

_ _

I rolled my eyes. "What? I'll get a corrupted mind like yours."

"Yes," my subconscious grinned, "but only better."

_ _

"Oh boy, I can't wait for that day. I'll get to feel old and wrinkly, and still have the libido of a high school teenager," I muttered sarcastically. "Ain't that the best?"

I wasn't one to care about appearances ("Lies!"), but I don't think anyone on this planet enjoyed aging to a physical and mental cripple. Except for Father Yenx. He managed to maintain the body of an Olympic athlete at the age of fifty. Unlike Mr. Torahiko, who although muscular had a beer belly that made me question the drinking tendencies of the math department, Fahrin's father had almost no fat on him. The fact that his muscles were still visible underneath his loose robes made me wonder: just exactly how fucking large was he?

"Wow, Kager. That horny? You not only want Fahrin, but his father, too?"

_ _

I smirked. "Maybe." Of course, Fahrin was a lot more attractive...

"Seriously? Is Loveless Eternal really that tempting for you?"

Hm? I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw a curious-eyed Fahrin staring right back at me.

"Oh, um, sorry. I wasn't really paying attention. I was thinking about..." I trailed off. Crap. What do I say? "About..."

"About what?" the wolf asked, pressing up slightly against me. Tail wagging excitedly, he turned so that he was facing in front of me, a joyous expression on his face.

"You know," I hesitated, "stuff."

Fahrin giggled. "What kind of stuff?" His tongue projected slightly from his muzzle, giving him this puppy-like expression that made my cheeks heat up.

"Um..."

He rolled his eyes, tapping the metallic watch on his wrist. "I'm not going to be here all day, Kager."

And so I panicked. I didn't know what to say, and it probably would never come to me. My mind wasn't being particularly helpful, so I said the first word that came to mind.

"... Us."

My subconscious groaned, burying his muzzle in his palms. "You idiot..."

_ _

Fahrin froze up, his body turning as stiff as stone. The tail that was wagging rapidly behind him paused in mid-air, and suddenly I was wondering if maybe I said the wrong thing at the wrong time.

"... Us?" Fahrin mumbled softly. "T-That's what you said, right?"

I started panicking, and this time, I had a legitimate reason. Oh shit, Fahrin's not gay! Dammit, I knew it was too good to be true. W-What if he tells someone? Fuck, I'd be kicked off the football team. My parents would hate me. I wouldn't be allowed to go back home. My life would be over...

_ _

"Wait, hold that thought." I thought the world was going topsy-turvy as the husky's frustrated expression from before slowly shifted into one of elation. "You lucky bastard..."

_ _

What?

_ _

It wasn't until after that I noticed the shy smile that Fahrin tried to hide behind the collar of his jacket. His paws, which toyed with his tail nervously, were folded behind his back, while he fidgeted with his feet at the same time.

"T-That's what you said, right?"

I recalled what Mental Husky said, and I chuckled. I am a lucky bastard, aren't I?

_ _

Slowly, I made my way towards Fahrin, who seemed on the verge of fleeing and rooted to the spot from panic. Time to fix that, shall we? I bended my knees slightly so that we were at nearly the same height and brought a paw to make Fahrin's muzzle face mine.

"And do you have a problem with that?" I smirked, pushing our noses so that they were nearly an inch apart.

Fahrin gasped, and although he seemed somewhat scared, his wagging tail told a completely different story. "N-No, not at all."

I grinned. "That's good." Gently, I slipped my other paw behind his back, just right above the base of his tail. Fahrin whimpered softly, shivering against my touch. His eyes had a pleading look in them, while his other paws ventured out to clasp my shirt. He still had that fearful expression, but now, there was a more needy tone to it.

"K-Kager...?" God, I loved the way he said my name.

"Shh... It's alright, Fahrin," I whispered. "Just let it happen..."

And before I knew it, I kissed him.

My lips met his soft ones, melding into a gentle kiss that made me whimper with the warm contact. One of my paws disappeared behind his back and pushed the wolf closer to me. He yelped loudly, but that soon developed into a light moan. I grinned, feeling the tail between his legs twitch against my thigh.

He likes it... And so do I.

Slowly, I let my tongue venture out of my maw, probing carefully at the cleft of Fahrin's mouth. I knew he was nervous, a faint shaking in his body, but I wasn't going to let this stop any time soon. I've wanted him for so long that if I delayed it any longer, I thought my heart would explode. Gradually, he relented to my hold and even began to push against me, his lips pressing against mine.

His arms were wrapped around my neck and kept his balance, while his legs soon began to fail. The force on the back of my neck increased as time went on, but I didn't care. His muzzle opened slightly, and a soft, pleading whine echoed in Fahrin's throat.

I groaned. Then and there, I decided that I liked that sound and sought to bring it out in more ways. My paws slowly drifted lower across his back, sliding along the curve of his spine to below his tail. I cupped his butt and gave a gentle squeeze. The wolf's muzzle opened up in both surprise and desire. I smirked.

My tongue finally slipped inside, forcing its way into the moist, hot cavern. My tongue brushed against his, while I enjoyed the way I made him cry out in pleasure, little mewls escaping the wolf's mouth as the meeting of our muzzles continued.

I realized at some point that this was the first kiss I've ever had. Yeah, I was way too old to just start having my first kiss, but God, I loved it. They said that when you kiss the person you love it's like fireworks that go off in your head. But even that the description did the feeling no justice.

It was so much better than that.

It was like amplifying the happiness in your soul to a hundred times its normal amount. The lips that I dreamed so often about, they were softer in real life. Everything about it was better in reality. And now, I couldn't hold back. I just wanted him. I wanted my wolf...

Folding his ears back against his head, Fahrin moaned loudly as I explored his mouth, tightening his hold against my neck as his legs finally gave way, slipping on the concrete ground. I made sure to catch him, keeping him up while our kiss continued, tongues clashing, hearts stirring.

I'll always catch you, Fahrin. I'll never let you fall.

When we parted, I never felt so alive in my life or so disappointed. I wanted to kiss him again...

"Remember kid, one thing at a time."

_ _

And I made sure I listened this time.

I yelped in surprise, however, when I felt Fahrin bury his muzzle in my chest. My heart was still pounding, but as time passed, I managed to relax, keeping my heart at a somewhat steady pace.

I smiled softly, patting Fahrin's back softly as I felt his warm breath against my chest.

"It's okay, Fahrin. I'm still here..."

He mumbled something into my shirt, but I couldn't hear it; so I brought my ear closer.

"Sorry," I apologized, "I didn't hear that."

He lifted his head from my shirt and mumbled again. "O-On second thought, maybe Loveless Eternal isn't such a bad idea..." he stuttered, a blush still visible on his cheeks.

"Loveless Eternal it is then," I said, giving Fahrin a wide grin. He responded in turn with a bashful smile of his own. When I turned to the cashier to ask for the tickets, I noticed the wide-eyed stare that he gave us.

My subconscious giggled. "Usually, when people make out at the movies, they do it in the very back of the theatre," the husky laughed. "I guess in your case, you do it while waiting inside the ticket line."

_ _

Wrong timing again, huh...

Mumbling quick apologies, we took the tickets from the dingo, who still had a shocked expression on his face, and rushed through the double-doors that led deeper into the multiplex, while trying to avoid the curious eyes that followed our movements. Even through all that running, our joined paws never once broke. His paws held in mine... And that little detail made me the happiest husky the world had up to date.

When it came time to give the usher our ticket, we never let go of each other, and instead, we used our other paw to give the cheetah our tickets. I thought I heard her whisper a soft, "what a shame," as we were led to our seats, but I didn't question her about it. I wasn't going to let one comment bring my confidence-high come crashing down.

The movie, like I thought it would be, was absolutely terrible. Even for a chick flick, the complete absence of a plot and the overwhelmingly large amount of sex just numbed my mind. It seemed as though every ten minutes, the wolf was given an excuse to take off his shirt and flex his abs or biceps. I counted off the reasons.

Truth or dare.

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Strip poker.

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Lost bets.

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Hot sun.

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Beach party.

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The final time wasn't even a real reason. He just took it off because apparently, the movie directors felt like making him do it.

I almost felt bad for the actor at one point, because in the middle of the fifth strip scene, I swear I saw a miserable frown for half a second. I think Fahrin must have seen it too, when his somewhat interested expression turned into one filled with sympathy. I'm just hoping that the wolf on screen got a good enough pay for working in this film.

The romance in the movie was also completely unbelievable. The wolf, when he was about to go off to sex his 'girlfriend,' looked almost turned off by her. I mentioned that to Fahrin and he giggled.

"Just look at how he looks at her boobs," Fahrin laughed. "It's almost like he thinks they'll explode at any moment."

I nuzzled his neck gently. "I think that's taking the 'bombshell' figure a little too seriously."

I almost thought I was going a bit too fast for him and just about retracted my muzzle, when he broke the silence with a soft sigh. His eyes were closed and from my perspective, he just looked so peaceful.

Do something spontaneous, right?

_ _

I got up from my seat slowly and turned to my little scientist. "Hey Fahrin, why don't we just leave?"

"Leave?" Fahrin yawned. "It's not done yet."

I winked at him. "It's not all that interesting anyway. Besides," I hiked a thumb at my chest. "I'm up for an ice cream. How about you?"

I stepped back in surprise when Fahrin shot up from his seat. "Ice cream? I want ice cream..."

"Wow, he really is like a kid," my mind murmured. "Are you sure that's the kind of fur you want?" I smiled.

"Well then, let's go get that ice cream."

Fahrin cheered happily, before a crowd of female furs that somehow found the movie entertaining angrily told us to be quiet. We silently made our way out of the multiplex and out to an ice cream store five blocks down the theatre.

Again, I paid for Fahrin, but I didn't mind. Just seeing the smiling face that he made when he got his ice cream cone made it all worth it for me. Still holding paws, we gathered by the large fountain in front of the theatre while eating our ice cream, mine vanilla and his was chocolate. Although the summer heat should have made our contact unbearable, especially with Fahrin wearing a jacket, I couldn't feel it at all. I just knew that I wanted my wolf to be even closer with me.

"Hey, Kager?"

I looked up from my ice cream only to see his melting. "Yeah? You should probably start eating, Fahrin. You're dripping."

"And not the good kind either!"

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I groaned. So not necessary...

"Oh," he hurriedly licked the liquid chocolate that gathered around his finger. "Sorry, I was distracted."

I nodded, slightly curious. "By what?"

"I promised I'd tell you what I was thinking about, right?" he muttered. "After Mr. Sandshil left to buy his ticket."

"I remember that. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Fahrin shook his head. "Nah, it's okay." Then he started to grin, that wolfish smile glinting in the sunlight. "Because now I know how you feel... about me."

"Fahrin..."

He grinned. "It really is just stupid," he continued, squeezing my paw tightly. "I just wondered if maybe your teacher knows a lot more about us than he puts off."

I tilted my head in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

Fahrin blushed. "You know... if he thought we were boyfriends before we actually were."

Boyfriends, huh?

_ _

"I-I mean if that's okay with you. I d-didn't mean to--"

I kissed him.

It would be the second time that day, and only one of the millions that would happen later in the future. It still felt the same, just now with a saccharine taste of chocolate mixed with the warm, sweet taste of Fahrin's muzzle. And it still gave me that miniature explosion within my heart that charged my body.

When we parted once more, he had this goofy grin on his face that made me chuckle softly.

And then, he said it.

"I... I love you, Kager."

At that moment, tears nearly poured from my eyes, as I felt my face light up in happiness. "I love you too, Fahrin..."

I quickly went up to hug him, not caring that the ice cream was now smothered between us. He didn't seem to mind though and reciprocated my embrace. I felt so happy at that moment, glad that my feelings were returned, but most importantly, just lucky to know what love actually feels like.

And it feels good.

"Eww, I'm sticky..." he moaned in complaint, but he didn't seem all that worried about it. I could still see the brilliant smile on his muzzle. Laughing at him loudly, I licked him affectionately on the nose.

"C'mon, wolf. Let's go wash that off..."