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Chapter 88: The Pain of Death and the Seeds of Life

Liam knelt beside the chair Muiry was sprawled in as he pulled his paw away from his appraisal of her body. She was dead; it appeared Ciaran had used his chi to knock her out before destroying all of the nerves at the base of her skull, leaving no visible damage. It killed her almost instantly and, since she was unconscious, she could not have felt a thing. He looked up at his youngest son, who stood beside the chair looking chagrined.

Liam felt...empty inside, other than the raw pain he knew came from Faelen. All of his own feelings were buried so deeply that they may as well not exist, as was appropriate for a shinobi. Part of his mind found such a thing curious -- how could Faelen be reflecting back his own emotions so powerfully when he could not directly feel them? Now was not the time to ponder such things, however.

He addressed his son but was unable to add any emotion to the simple question, "Why?"

Ciaran bowed; the stiffness in his posture and the massive turbulence in his chi indicated that he was far more upset than he sounded. "I'm sorry if you feel I overstepped my authority Da, but I had my orders. If I judged that Muireann was irredeemable, I was to deal with her...before you could." His eyes flicked to the side for a split second. It was only one of many signs of his discomfort, though no one but he could have discerned them. "We didn't want you to have her blood on your paws for...forever. Or for however long Ancient Ones exist. I heard what she said; she wanted to destroy the clan. Not out some sense of duty to the laws, or because she thought it was best for the clan, but just for the sake of destroying us. She..."

Liam cut his son off with a slicing motion of his paw. He took Muiry's cooling paw in his own. "She was resentful, she was in pain, and she was full of despair. I was reaching her; she acknowledged who I was. She needed out. I could have saved her, Ciaran. I have a..." What was Agent Jay to him? He was neither a friend, nor a colleague, nor a mere acquaintance. Jay was not even someone he could say he truly trusted, for the Jackal's allegiance was to the Society. Yet Liam did trust him after a fashion, as he also considered him a...sort-of-friend. "There was a person I could have sought help from to suppress Muireann's memories, or I may have been able to extract an appropriate oath by merely promising her a life away from the clan. This was...overly hasty." He closed Muiry's eyes, and then kissed her muzzle as he stood.

Liam saw more traces of the pain in Ciaran's stance; the refusal to meet his eyes told him his pup's thoughts. "I cannot blame you, Ciaran. I would likely have done the same had I known only what you did. I blame myself for not seeing this outcome; I should not have counted on--" He cut himself off. Recriminations on either side would not help. He looked down at the still form of his lovely girl. He gently placed his paw on her head and murmured, "May you find the peace you long sought in Gaia's embrace, my beautiful little Muiry. May Hecate swiftly draw you back to her." His breath caught momentarily in his throat, though tears would not come, no matter how his eyes burned. "Goodbye, my daughter." He gently smoothed out the fur between her ears.

Ciaran obviously had some questions, but when Liam glanced over to him Ciaran did not ask anything. Instead, Ciaran knelt on the floor and put his forehead against the ground, exposing the back of his neck in case Liam wished to take his life for his mistake. "I'm so sorry, Da."

Liam slipped his paws under Muireann and lifted her into his arms. "Apologies will not return her, Ciaran. Nor will my blaming you, or you blaming yourself. Shinobi deal in death and live with the consequences, for good or ill. Learn from this, as I will. Faelen is on his way and it would be best for our family to hear this from you, not your nephew. To those who do not need to know, she committed suicide. Overdosed on pain medication, yes?" He barely noticed Ciaran nodding. "Now, go."

Liam turned and carried Muiry to her bedroom as Ciaran ran off. He laid her out on the bed in repose and straightened out her dress. He retrieved the book -- Pride and Prejudice -- which he had just given his daughter, then sat on the bed beside her. He began reading it out loud from where Muiry had last stopped. "In spite of what her sister declared, and really believed to be her feelings..."

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Faelen sat beside Liam in Geoff's bedroom. Muireann was lying in state in the alpha's home with all of her relatives there -- except her father. Liam wasn't allowed to be there because of all the questions it would raise. He was merely Faelen's friend from Nova Scotia, no more, no less. The funeral was going to be tomorrow, so they were going to wait a few hours then run back to Halifax to get their suits.

Faelen was getting a little worried. He could feel Liam's pain, but to look at him there was nothing. When asked, Liam said he was fine and actually sounded it: no tenseness, no tears, and no hoarseness, just...fine. When Faelen got to Muiry's cave he'd found Liam sitting on the bed with Muireann laid out beside him as if she were sleeping, except her paws were folded over her chest. Liam was reading to her, like he would to a child, even adding accents and different voices to each character. It was really disturbing. Even now, Liam sat beside him mouthing the words of the book as he continued to read.

Geoff and Nathanial walked into the room with a tray of tea. Nathanial put it on Geoff's dresser and began pouring out four cups while Geoff closed the door to the room and glared at Liam. Geoff's voice was bitter. "I hope you're happy. Our secret's safe; the big bad blabbermouth is dead."

Liam merely put his finger on his place in the book and his other paw on Faelen's leg when the Wolf's head snapped up and he began growling loudly. Liam cocked his head to the side in curiosity. "Why would I be happy? She was my daughter. It was not my wish that she die."

Faelen heard the pot rattle as Nathanial put it down; the Akita's ears were flattened and his tail curled between his legs as he glanced at his friends before returning to the tea. The stench of pain and fear coming off of him could be smelt strongly over all the other emotions in the room.

"Then say something! Why aren't you angry, or sad, or something! For fuck's sake, Liam, your daughter was murdered! There was no reason for this! Why did someone have to die to--to...? There was no fucking reason!" Geoff punched the door frame, then cursed as he cradled his paw. He slumped to the floor, facing the corner.

Faelen was growling again and he started to climb off the bed. "Watch your fucking mouth, Geoff. Don't you dare talk to Liam like that."

Geoff twisted around and snarled back. "Or what? You O'Conalls will kill me, too? One person not enough for you once your bloodlust gets going?"

Faelen went to leap at Geoff but Liam grabbed him and wrapped him up in an arm-lock. Faelen stifled a yelp as his shoulder was wrenched back when he struggled to get free. He kept his eyes locked on Geoff's, growling loudly.

Liam wriggled one his paws up to pinch the side of Faelen's neck, making the entire left side of the Wolf's body go limp. "Be silent, both of you. This is not good for Nathanial."

Nathanial was sitting in the closet with his paws over his ears, the pup muttering in a sing-song voice, "Still darkness, so silent and still. The silence of the deep dark, so empty, so quiet. Or is it? Yes? No? I don't like the dark. The cupboard is so dark and quiet; I prefer the altar. Guttering torches, hooded--"

Faelen's hackles rose as Nathanial's words registered, his anger at Geoff temporarily forgotten due to the sound of Nathanial's voice. He could smell (and see) Geoff react the same way, yet Liam was still blank on the surface. All three of them -- Nathanial, Geoff, and Liam -- needed to start dealing with these emotional problems. Why the hells did Geoff blow up at Liam like that? How could he even think, let alone say, what he did?

Geoff climbed to his hindpaws and walked over to put his paw on Nathanial's shoulder, interrupting the Mage pup's sing-song spiel; it really was very disturbing. "Nathanial?" Nathanial screamed and curled up on the floor, whimpering. Geoff pulled his paw back like it'd been burned.

Faelen stifled a groan of relief when Liam released the pinch on his neck, let him go, and walked over to check on the Akita. Nathanial was definitely the priority here; he could deal with Geoff later.

Geoff moved to block his path. "Don't touch him. You've done more than enough today, murderer."

Faelen roared and went to launch himself off the bed but stopped when Nathanial whimpered. He froze and glared at his boss. "Do you have any more orders for me, my lord?"

Geoff twitched slightly but gave his servant a dark glare. "As you will, O'Conall. Take your boyfriend with you."

Faelen went over and put his paw on Liam's shoulder but Liam just shrugged it off.

Liam sighed and looked at Geoff sadly. "I know you are angry, Geoff. I am sorry this upset you, but why do you not believe me when I say I did not want Muireann to die? I was going to see if I could bring her to Nova Scotia and set her up with her own apartment. I was going to ask Agent Jay to compel her to forget who I am. I was going to try to set her free, even if it meant I could never acknowledge her again. I loved her. I would..." He sniffled. "I would have moved Olympus aside to make a path or scoured the Underworld for an answer if that was what it took." A tear ran down his cheek. "Yet, if all those failed, I had to acknowledge the truth. I am a shinobi, and one life, no matter whose it is, is not worth the consequences of those secrets coming out at this time. Too many lives would have been lost." He turned away, tears beginning to flow freely. "I loved her, Geoff. She was my...my b-beautiful..."

Geoff grabbed Liam's shoulder and spun him around, wrapping him in a hug. "Then mourn her, you fucking ass. Stop being a damned assassin for tonight and be her da."

Liam finally sobbed and began crying into Geoff's chest.

Faelen felt a little relieved, and his anger leeched away. He could smell Geoff's guilt and pain, mixed with his relief, as his boss met his eyes. Geoff mouthed a silent apology, to which Faelen shrugged and mouthed back, "Me, too." Geoff wasn't getting off scot-free, not by a long shot, but this wasn't the time to deal with that. It was obvious Geoff was hurting a lot because of this; he probably had made this all centred on him again and was blaming himself for Aunt Muireann's death.

He slipped past Geoff and knelt by Nathanial. The pup was shivering in a ball on the floor. Faelen said, "Hey," as he gently put his paw on Nathanial's shoulder. There wasn't any response, so Faelen gently pulled Nathanial over to him and picked him up. The pup curled into his chest and whimpered softly as he clung to the large Wolf. The poor guy really has had a rough go of it. He could see why Geoff so often seemed protective of him; the Akita was really cute, in a vulnerable young pup kind of way, at least when he wasn't scaring the shit out of people. Faelen carried Nathanial to the bed and laid him in the middle of it.

Geoff brought Liam over and helped him lay down beside Nathanial before he switched sides with Faelen so the Wolves could lay down beside their respective boyfriends.

Liam stifled his tears long enough to run his paws over Nathanial. "H-He is unharmed." He pulled the shivering Akita's head onto his chest and began crying again.

Faelen slid his right arm under Liam's neck and rolled onto his side so he could gently lick Liam's ear. Geoff lay spooning Nathanial, so the Spirits ended up facing each other over the two smaller dogs. Faelen rubbed Geoff's cheek with his right paw, making his boss smile sadly. They lay there quietly, giving what comfort they could.

Faelen began to finally calm down and realized what he'd almost done -- twice. He was incredulous. 'Gods, Geoff makes me angry sometimes, but I can't believe I almost attacked my boss. I'm supposed to protect him, even at the cost of my own life, even against my friends or lovers. Maybe I need to sort through some of my emotions, too.'

Faelen slipped his arm out from under Liam a half-hour later. Both pups had fallen into a fitful sleep and Faelen decided that this was a good time to talk to Geoff. He met Geoff's gaze and motioned for him to follow.

Faelen took the tea tray as they carefully slipped out of the room and went down to the kitchen. He passed the tray to Geoff. "Clean that up while I start on afternoon tea." He saw Geoff's ears flip back and he could smell the pain and guilt starting to roll off of his boss. Faelen suppressed a sigh; it was so hard to stay mad at Geoff when Faelen could tell how horrible his boss felt after every time he lashed out like that. Still, a point had to be made.

Faelen began pulling things out of the fridge while Geoff emptied the nearly full pot of tea and the still full cups. They worked in silence for a few minutes while Geoff began spiralling downward. Faelen walked by on a trip to the pantry and slapped Geoff on the back of the head. He kept walking without saying a word.

Geoff whimpered. "I'm sorry, okay? I really am. I-I was..."

"Shut the fuck up." Faelen felt himself flinch as his words made Geoff plunge deeper into that emotional abyss. He was glad Geoff couldn't see him from where he was. He made himself count to twenty before leaving the pantry.

Geoff was standing by the sink -- well, more cringing over it. He turned a morose and tearful expression toward his employee before dolefully going back to cleaning the tea set. Geoff had his sleeves rolled up over his elbows, with the white fur on his forearms soaked by the dishwater. It may have been Faelen's imagination, but he was sure there were still some traces of pink on Geoff's fur where it poked out from under his sleeves.

The mere thought of that vision made Faelen feel literally sick.

Geoff stood in the shower with a knife in his right paw and his face turned upward into the shower spray. Even with the hot water cascading over him it was obvious that he was crying silently as his heart lay broken in pieces. He ran his thumb over the edge of the knife, testing its sharpness...

...

Geoff lay on the floor of the shower stall soaked by the cold water, with over half of his white fur stained a pale pink. Faelen lifted the body of his master and cradled him in his arms, crying.

The only assassin a bodyguard could never protect his boss from had succeeded.

That horrible vision occurred over a week ago, but it still affected Faelen as strongly now as it did then.

Faelen put the vegetables he carried down on the counter close to the stove where he'd put the rest of it before walking back to the sink. He wrapped his arms around Geoff and pulled the white Wolf back into him. "You are such an ass; you know that, right?"

There wasn't any humour or chagrin in Geoff's voice, just self-loathing. "I know. I'm sorry. It's all my fault; I shouldn't have bla-ach!" He choked on the last word when Faelen squeezed him tightly.

Faelen snarled, "I'm not angry at you over the Muireann thing! It had nothing to do with you! I'm angry about you saying that shit about Liam and my family, nothing else. You had nothing to do with her dying, got it!? Gods, Geoff!" Faelen let him go and stalked over to his workspace. He grabbed a knife and began massacring an onion. "All of us have enough problems without taking other people's onto ourselves!" He growled and gestured at Geoff with the knife. "So Liam was having trouble letting himself cry, was that any reason to accuse him of being happy Muireann was dead? Or saying I was bloodthirsty and wanted to kill you!?"

Geoff cringed again when Faelen slammed the knife down onto the cutting board. He cried out, "I'm sorry! I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that; I was just upset. I don't want more people to die and it wasn't right for that to happen to her. I... I... But he said he would have killed her. How could he say that? Or you? It isn't right for people to die for the clan like this! We're people, not slaves or serfs or whatever damned word for property you want to use! She should have been free to go or say what she wanted! I should be free, and so should you!"

Faelen started attacking some celery. "We're not back on this, are we? She would've ripped apart the clan. Probably not just this one but clans all over the world; the repercussions of this would've been felt throughout the entire Hidden World, Geoff. The Spirits are vulnerable right now and it's getting worse. This is not the time to be fighting each other. We need to get this debated, discussed in a non-critical situation where we can take the time to get it settled enough that people aren't likely to start fighting." He switched to the latter part of Geoff's complaint. "Why can't I serve you if I want? Why are you always harping on about that? I like working for you when you aren't an ass. You'd go to pieces if I wasn't around, so why are you always trying to get rid of me? You're part of an important family and you're the only Dark Spirit, while I'm...not. My life is best served by helping you and taking care of you. I'm doing something worthwhile and I get to be with my best friend the whole time. Why is that such a bad thing?"

Geoff's mouth opened and closed a few times. He obviously wasn't sure how to answer that without countering his own argument for free will or making it sound like he didn't want Faelen's company.

Faelen calmly chopped up some sweet peppers. "Now that I have Liam to keep me company sir, I'm perfectly fulfilled in my role as your bodyguard and servant. I don't want to change a thing... Uh, other than all the crises we seem to be having." He sighed and put the knife down. He turned around and leaned against the counter, crossing his legs at the ankles. "S... Geoff. I know Nathanial talked to you about this earlier, but...Aoife." He wasn't surprised to see Geoff flinch and tremble a bit. "Why are you so scared, sir?"

Geoff mumbled, "Not sir."

Faelen sighed again. "Geoff. Right. I know. Just...stop it, okay? It's something I'll probably do my whole life. I, well, topic at paw, okay? Does the thought of helping Aunt Aoife have the pup she's dreamed of having for so many years really disgust you? You should have seen her face when I suggested it; she practically glowed. I've never seen someone so excited and happy. I...can't believe you'd be so... I don't know what you're being, but just talk to her, okay? Don't think of this as something for you, but for her. If it helps you be with Nathanial, that's just a happy side effect. This means more to her than you can imagine. It's giving Aunt Aoife the chance to have something she's dreamed of for longer than your grandfather's been alive."

Geoff stopped shaking once Faelen mentioned it was to help Aoife have a pup. He perked up a little more as Faelen kept talking. "So...it's not my p-pup? Not really? This is for her, right? Right." He took a deep breath and let it out shakily. "I'm just the donor. That's it. I've given Nathanial tons, so there's no reason I can't drop a few loads into a, um, beaker? Whatever." He waved his paw dismissively. "That's it. Nothing more." Geoff laughed shakily. "Yeah, not a da, not me. I've seen too many screw-ups around the clan and on TV to want that job. I've seen how the Dubhaltachs and Williams turn out. Just a donor. No responsibility beyond that."

Faelen wasn't terribly surprised. 'So that was the crux of the problem; Geoff's afraid of screwing up, of being responsible for a pup. He blames himself for so much right now; it's not surprising that something like this would play on every anxiety he has.' He just walked over and clapped Geoff on the back. "That's right. Aoife will be ecstatic you're willing to help; I'll tell Conor for you if you want, and pass the word on to her. She'll want to thank you personally."

"Then you had best do so now." Liam's voice took Faelen completely by surprise. He sounded horrible, like he'd been crying too long and was in the middle of a bad cold. "The sooner this occurs, the better. She is coming off of the peak of her fertile period and the fewer delays the better." He seemed to consider a moment. "Nathanial is asleep and should remain so. I should also attempt to sleep further. I am low on chi still, and I am fighting off some viruses. Make the phone calls, Faelen, and then Geoff, deliver your seed to Aoife. A turkey-baster and a sealable glass container, such as a jar, will be required." He rubbed his neck. "I will remain awake until your sperm has been given to her; I would be unable to sleep for worrying, however pointless that would be."

Faelen grabbed the cordless house phone off of its cradle. He wasn't sure how Liam could sound so sick when he was fine a few hours ago. Maybe he was just good at hiding how he actually felt, or he was so weakened by stress that the bugs were just walking over his immune system. "Go up to my room and get started, Geoff. I'll bring up the container in a few minutes." Geoff blushed as he left. Faelen dialled the phone and looked for a jar, while Liam leaned against the wall miserably, watching him search.

Tanai answered the phone. "The McDougal residence, Tanai speaking." His voice was hoarse, like he'd been crying; he sounded really old right now.

"Hi, Uncle, it's Faelen. I need to talk to Aunt Aoife if she's there; it's urgent. Oh, and Conor, too." Faelen pulled out a good-sized jar; it should be big enough to hold Geoff's spunk.

"One moment." Faelen was put on hold for just long enough to get the turkey-baster.

"Faelen?" Aoife had definitely been crying.

"Um, hi, Aunt Aoife. This isn't the best time, but Geoff just agreed to the deal. Liam says it needs to be done as soon as possible."

She cleared her throat and sniffed a bit. It looked like the sound of her grief was making Liam tear up again. "I'll be right over. You need Conor, too?"

"Yes, ma'am. Geoff--" He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "--will be a few minutes. Ah, Conor may want to talk to you about, um, some stuff."

"We're on our way." She hung up.

Faelen put the phone back on its cradle. He could feel that his face was hot and flushed; that was so embarrassing. He turned to Liam. "They're..." He stopped when Liam dramatically rolled his eyes.

The little Rottweiler's voice was dry. "I heard, love. Go bring the jar to Geoff and see if he needs a helping paw. He looked so tense I do not believe he will be able to get erect, let alone ejaculate, without assistance. I will speak to Aoife and Conor."

"Not 'Conor-san'?" Faelen couldn't help but tease.

Liam waved him off. "That joke has expired."

Faelen rolled his eyes, but he was still having trouble believing that Liam had just told him to jerk Geoff off.

Apparently it showed in his face because Liam chuckled, though the amusement was strained. "Yes, I know what you are thinking, my love, and that is exactly what I want you to do. Go do whatever he needs to find release. He is most attracted to you and I care not if you have sex with him, for I know you love me. Should he still be infatuated with you on some level, it will not abate as long as you remain close. Having sex will not change that. I will speak to Nathanial on this when he wakes. Do only what you are comfortable with; just know you have my permission. Now, your master needs your help."

Faelen felt his stomach clench up. Liam was right, though. Geoff did need his help. He gave Liam a tender kiss and a hug, then trotted upstairs and saw that his door was closed. He tapped on it and slipped inside. Geoff was naked and lying on Faelen's bed with just the lamp on outside the fog chamber. Faelen gulped and walked into the small room.

Geoff looked over; blushing furiously as he idly rubbed his flaccid sheath. "Um, hey. I, heh, just a donor." He looked down at himself and let go of his sheath in frustration.

Faelen put the jar down and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I know. You're too tense." He smelt Geoff's arousal pheromones pick up slightly, and a shocked expression crossed the white Wolf's face. Faelen pulled his shirt off and folded it up, noting how Geoff's eyes travelled hungrily over his chest. His boss had always admired Faelen's pecs and abs. "My boyfriend said you could use a paw, and I agreed. I also know I have a hot body, so I thought a little live porn wouldn't hurt."

Geoff grinned; he was obviously perking up a little. "A little show certainly helps." He gulped. "But, gods, I-I'll help her, but I'm...scared." Geoff's ears twitched along with his sheath as Faelen's trousers and drawers hit the floor.

Faelen held out his arms. "Come here." Geoff crawled off the bed and Faelen gave him a hug. "Don't worry, sir. Nathanial will be with you, and so will I. I swore to help you but, more importantly, I won't leave my friend in the lurch. I'm here, Geoff." Geoff shivered and hugged him more tightly. "I'll always be here when you need me." He chuckled. "And even when you don't." He let Geoff go. "Now, you have a jar to fill."

Geoff gulped and nodded. All the extra chubbiness in his sheath rapidly vanished. "Th-Thanks, but it won't stay, heh, hard." The teen looked embarrassed to admit that.

Faelen considered their options. A blow job would probably work, but he knew that Geoff might lose a bit of control and may hold Faelen down as he came, and saliva probably wouldn't be a good thing to have mixed in the gunk they gave Aunt Aoife in any case. It'd be worse to offer Geoff his ass...and he didn't want to go that far. Maybe his paw would do what Geoff's couldn't.

He heard Avery in the distance; it was probably too faint for Geoff to hear, but his mother was questioning the logic of the timing. She had a point -- Aoife's sister did just die.

Liam was having none of it, though. "Be that as it may, ma'am, it would be foolhardy in the extreme to allow Geoff time to have second thoughts. Furthermore, Aoife is at the peak of her fertility and so is Geoff. The 'stars' may not so align for many, many years, certainly not in time to prevent another such occurrence as we are currently mourning."

Geoff cleared his throat. "Is there a fight going on? I heard Mom's voice."

Faelen shook his head. "It's not our business. Here." He sat on the bed, in easy reach of the jar, and pulled Geoff over to sit between his legs so the white Wolf's back pressed against Faelen's chest. "Let me give you a paw." He put his head on Geoff's shoulder so he could look down at what he was doing and wrapped his left arm around Geoff's stomach.

Geoff leaned back into him and rubbed his head against Faelen's. "Uh, th-thanks. You, um, sure about this? Not that I mind. It's not like we haven't fucked each other's boyfriends in the same bed at the same time. It's just, well, you seem to draw the line at doing anything with me. And Nathanial seems to agree with you." Geoff felt hot under Faelen's paws. He was beginning to smell aroused under all of his anxiety and fear; it smelt nice.

Faelen ran his left paw over the firm muscles of Geoff's stomach, feeling them quiver and tense under the light touch. "You're too stressed to do this alone, so I'm here for you. You're my friend, Geoff. And anyways, Nathanial was all in favour of helping Aunt Aoife; Liam will talk to him about it." His right paw moved up to feel the small nipple buried in Geoff's dense chest fur. He gently pinched the nub once he found it, making Geoff shiver and moan, yet a quick glance revealed virtually no swelling down below.

Geoff half-turned and pressed his muzzle against Faelen's. "Kiss me." Geoff licked at Faelen's muzzle, and then dove in when Faelen accepted the 'request.' Geoff moaned and began kissing with greater passion.

Faelen wasn't sure about Geoff, but he was certainly getting hard. He slid his right paw down and began gently massaging Geoff's sheath; it was still mostly soft. His other paw began fondling Geoff's balls. Even after a minute of kissing and pulling on Geoff's sheath, his dick was still mostly covered. Faelen was surprised at how worked up Geoff must be to not be worked up. Only a month ago, just seeing Faelen roll his own balls around made Geoff hard and leak all over the shower. And today, Faelen was making out with him and futilely trying to paw him off. It was a relief -- for Faelen's pride, if nothing else -- that Geoff was at least enjoying the attention.

They fell back onto the bed with Geoff on top, and Geoff rolled so he was lying face to face with Faelen. Faelen moved his paws out from between them and began rubbing Geoff's back. One paw drifted down to rub the base of Geoff's tail. Geoff moaned into it and ground his hips against Faelen before grabbing Faelen's paw and sliding it down a bit further. Geoff hitched up a bit to sit on Faelen's stomach before he pulled Faelen's dick out from between them. He began stroking the slick flesh while Faelen massaged his white mounds.

Faelen moaned into Geoff's kiss even as he thought, 'I thought I was supposed to be getting him off. Is he trying to get me to fuck him?' He felt his dick being rubbed along Geoff's crack. 'That would be a yes, I think.' He broke the kiss. "Um... Geoff?" He hissed as the tip of his dick poked into a very tight ring of flesh. A large spurt of precum splashed into his boss.

"Shh." Geoff pushed back a bit then moaned. His dick started twitching and swelling to full hardness. "Oh, gods. I... Please, Faelen, if I have to--to do this." He gestured at the jar. "I'm gonna need something more." Even thinking about it had caused him to start wilting. "See? I need your help to...do my duty." His muzzle twisted up as he said those last three words -- he practically choked on them.

Faelen didn't want to do this; he was afraid that it'd irrevocably change their relationship or rip Nathanial and Geoff apart. Yet, his boss asked for his help -- needed his help -- to do his duty to the clan; Faelen's duty was clear and his feelings on the matter were irrelevant.

He stifled a sigh. "Yes, sir." He pulled his tip out and flipped over so he was on top of Geoff. He smiled down at the surprised Wolf and licked the pink nose that twitched below him. "Then let's do this right." He quickly ran through the logistics. "I won't tie with you and we'll do most of it standing so I can catch as much of your semen in the jar as possible." He kissed Geoff quickly. "But, first, I need to loosen you up. I don't think you're like Da or Nick, getting off on the pain of being taken roughly."

Geoff shook his head rapidly. "Uh, no." Geoff was almost completely flaccid.

Faelen's ears twitched in surprise and he almost choked, making Geoff blush. He'd just heard Liam convince Avery to help Aoife...with this. Apparently women were more likely to get pregnant if they, um, enjoyed the...seeding process.

Geoff put his paws over his groin. "Sorry, it's just, um..."

Faelen shook his head. "I-It's not you. I, uh, heard... You don't want to know. I didn't want to know." He pushed it from his thoughts and began rimming Geoff. He rolled Geoff back onto his shoulder blades and began working his tongue over the unlubed hole.

Geoff sighed, "Shiiiit." The single word took almost two seconds to complete. His paws went to grab the non-existent blankets, so he grabbed onto Faelen's ears instead, unknowingly copying Liam's reaction from last night.

'If Geoff enjoys it this much, maybe he should get Nathanial to play like this.' Faelen grinned at the thought; he wasn't sure either of them would be comfortable switching roles. He put his paw down by his penis to catch some lube; his tongue was finally getting past Geoff's sphincter.

"Oh, gods, Faelen. This feels so good." Geoff pulled Faelen's ears toward him as if he was trying to shove Faelen's muzzle into him. He whimpered. "Please."

Faelen shook his head free of Geoff's paws and began working his slicked-up finger in. It took some doing, but he got it in. "Maybe you should get Nathanial to do this for you. Not all the time, but a little variety is good."

Geoff blushed. "Yeah, maybe, but when I see his--" Faelen found his prostate. "Ooh, right there. Fuck. When I see his ass I can't think of anything but shoving my dick in it. He has the hottest ass I've ever seen, and it feels even better." He moaned and pushed his hips up as Faelen pulled his finger out to lube up two of them. He glanced over at the jar. "I-I..."

"It's for Aoife, sir. Try to forget about it and just focus on relaxing so I can fuck a load or two out of you. Liam loves getting fucked by me, and so do Nick, Da, and Nathanial. I think Nathanial prefers your cock, but he still enjoys mine. I bet you'll like it, too." Faelen grinned down at his boss as his words had their desired effect. He leaned over Geoff's rump and began sucking on one of those white furred orbs.

"Fuck, yeah. Suck on my balls. Get them nice and wet." Geoff's head fell back onto the thick rubber mattress with a thump. He looked over at the rest of the bed. "It, uh, feels strange not having Liam and Nathanial here."

Faelen let Geoff's balls fall out his mouth and started laughing, making Geoff's ears flip back. Faelen lubed up three fingers as he spoke. "It does. I just didn't think I'd hear you say that. You were the one that was against us playing together if we didn't need to. I enjoy it when we do, even if I don't want it all the time." He slowly pushed three fingers in, watching Geoff for signs of pain. There was discomfort, as was expected for an anal virgin, but he seemed to be in no pain. "You're aware this will probably hurt, right? I can just finger you while I jerk you off, or rim you. You only need to cum, however it's achieved."

"No! No, I'll probably need all the stimulation I can get. I, uh, think it's best we at least try to get you in me." Geoff was agitated, possibly for a few reasons.

Faelen wasn't sure what to think of this. Every time Geoff thought about giving his semen to Aoife, or -- more accurately -- becoming a da, it was like a bucket of freezing-cold water was thrown on him. Should he really be trying to get Geoff to do this when it obviously upset him so much? Should he be letting Geoff use this as an excuse to get Faelen to fuck him when Geoff knew both Nathanial and Faelen were opposed to it?

He pulled his fingers out and rolled over onto his back while pulling Geoff on top of him. His positioned himself at Geoff's opening. Geoff pushed down slightly, slowly taking Faelen into him. He froze as Faelen broke through his tight ring.

'Is this right? Is all of this an excuse to do what we know we shouldn't? Is our perceived duty just that -- perceived -- or are we really each making a just sacrifice for a greater cause?'

Faelen stroked Geoff's chest while he let his boss slowly work his way down. Geoff was fully erect and leaking a steady stream of pre onto Faelen's stomach. He was panting and moaned softly each time a few more centimetres slid into him. Faelen was a little jealous that Geoff was showing no signs of doubt about what he was doing.

Faelen had to admit that seeing his boss so turned on as he lowered himself onto Faelen's thick member was damned hot. The strong Wolf's white fur shone in the dim light and caused his pink shaft to look redder than it was. Faelen pulled Geoff's sheath down to release his knot; his black pads stroked the delicate skin, making Geoff gasp and his arms tremble. He slid down a pawful of centimetres, almost reaching Faelen's knot.

"You're almost there." He rubbed Geoff's shaft, spreading the river of pre around. He couldn't believe how much Geoff produced; whenever he was in the room when Geoff was getting it on his boss was always balls deep in someone before Faelen ever got to see the quantity he pumped out. He wasn't sure who put out more over time, Geoff or him, but it was still impressive.

"Almost? Oh, fuck, how do Nathanial and Liam do this? It feels incredible, even if it hurts at the same time, but you're fucking huge. I'm longer than you, but Nathanial seems to take me no problem. Then Liam, gods, your dick must reach his lungs when you fuck him. It feels like you're up to my stomach already." Geoff reached the knot and groaned. "Oh, shit. I gotta take that. Nathanial loves it when I tie with him; I've got to see what it feels like. I need you, Faelen, all of you." He pushed down, taking a little of the massive knot in him before he yelped and pulled up.

"Whoa! No, sir. I'm not tying you. First, even if I was, you'd need to get fucked for a while to loosen up; you know that. Second, we have a time constraint. Third, I'm not having sex with you, as such. I'm helping you get off, no more. I may have permission from Liam, but you don't have Nathanial's. Sit there for a minute and get used to my girth, then we'll move so I can catch your load when you cum. Neither of us can bring it to Aunt Aoife if I'm tied with you for a half-hour." He couldn't believe how tight Geoff was; he was tighter than Nick. It'd feel incredible to shove his knot in there and have this velvety sleeve clamped tight around him.

Geoff's ears drooped as he glanced at the jar, but his dick still bobbed with every heartbeat -- hard and leaking. He put his paws on Faelen's chest and leaned forward. "I-I know. It's just..."

Faelen leaned up and kissed him. "Shh, just enjoy the ride." Geoff's ears perked up, and then an awed and ecstatic expression came across his face as Faelen began to slowly thrust into him. He made sure they were extremely shallow to start, no more than a few centimetres at a time. He stroked Geoff's dick as he did, smiling as Geoff began humping into his paw.

He kept going for several minutes, until he smelt Geoff's arousal starting to climb too high. He stopped stroking him and held him firm on his lap. Geoff whimpered and opened is eyes. Faelen chuckled. "Time to change positions. You'll love this."

Geoff's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he grinned in excitement. He hissed as he pulled off Faelen then got onto the floor. "Will I? Beware of making promises--" He broke off when Faelen grabbed him and bent him over the bedside table. Geoff braced himself with his arms against the wall so he was leaning at a steep angle.

Faelen kicked the inside of Geoff's hindpaws to spread them farther apart, then slid himself back inside his boss in one smooth motion. 'Fuck, he feels great. I wish he didn't have these feelings for me so I could fuck him more often.' He put his one paw on Geoff's waist and the other on his shoulder before really putting some force into each deep thrust. He made sure to bludgeon Geoff's prostate on each stroke.

Geoff's head drooped as he moaned loudly. He began shoving back to meet each thrust, using his arms to push against the wall. Faelen could see all of those powerful muscles in Geoff's arms and back working to maximize the depth and strength.

Faelen was damned close to cumming when Geoff began to shudder. He grabbed the jar and slipped it under Geoff, and used his other paw to simulate a tie on Geoff's knot while sticking the end of Geoff's dick into the opening. He didn't think of it before, but now he didn't have a paw free to keep Geoff from...forcing...a tie.

Even as Faelen thought of it, Geoff slammed back and an audible pop echoed off the plastic walls as Faelen's knot went in. Geoff howled loudly, but Faelen could still hear the splat of his first volley when it hit the bottom of the jar. Each pulse could be felt through the hot flesh in his paw. Faelen quivered as those pulses could also be felt through the abdominal muscles encasing his dick. He bit into Geoff's scruff and howled as he came. He struggled to make sure he didn't drop the jar or let Geoff's cock go as the Dark Elemental continued to release a huge quantity of semen.

Geoff stopped a bit before Faelen did, having started earlier, and panted happily. "Fuck, that was worth it." He reached back and scratched Faelen's ear as the shorter Wolf kept his jaws clenched while he shook, filling his boss's guts with hot seed. Geoff took the jar from Faelen and squeezed his shaft to milk out the last of his semen into the container, then put it onto the small table.

Both Wolves jumped when the door clicked as it opened and Liam slipped in. The Rottweiler looked amused as he saw them standing in the cubicle. "That is a most attractive sight. I regret missing all of the action that led up to this pose. Allow me to take the jar, if you please." He walked over, took the jar, and sealed it. "I..." He abruptly broke off as he shook his head sadly. "I would enjoy joining you on some other occasion. I am not in the mood at the moment, no matter how arousing the memory of this view shall be later. Enjoy each other's company while waiting to separate." He slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Faelen and Geoff made their way over to the bed and lay down. Geoff turned off the light and turned the humidifier on before they lay in silence, enjoying a little quiet time together.

Faelen stifled a chuckle. 'So much for afternoon tea.'