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Wind blew gently across the surface of the sea, kicking up water into a spray of droplets coating two furred forms lying on a nearby beach. Steve shivered and cuddled close to his father, who wrapped his arms around the smaller german shepherd, chuckling softly, while waiting for the sunrise on the horizon. Both held onto each other close as time passed. Adam smiled warmly, rubbing his son's back; Steve, in turn, nuzzled contently into his father's chest. Another gust of wind washed over their naked forms causing Steve to wrap his tail around them to try and keep them warm.

Ahead of them sky and sea met in the distance, unseparated and one until golden red streaks of color burst forth from the horizon to illuminate the darkened sky. Murring from his father giving a soft squeeze, Steve rubbed his hands over the strong creamy brown furred chest his head rested on.

Adam's ears twitched when his son spoke, Steve's voice no louder than the sound of a pin hitting a soft carpet. Adam, however, heard his son perfectly.

"Yes, it is." He replied watching the sun start to peek over the water. Curling a finger under the smaller sheppy's chin, Adam tilted Steve's head up and stared into his eyes. It didn't even register that his son's face was blurred, nothing distinguishing eyes, mouth, nose or fur colors separating each other.

To him his son looked the same as he's always looked. Pressing his lips against the tip of his son's muzzle, he let out a content sigh holding the pose for a few moments before pulling back. Again his son spoke, the distortion of his face blurred further as he moved his mouth, letting out the faintest of whispers, and Adam smiled warmly in turn.

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Rolling over, a stray beam of sunlight washed across Adam's right eyelid. Moments passed before rousing the german shepherd from his slumber; rubbing his eye he groaned at the new day ahead of him. Reaching over with his right arm to pull his mate close, he found it to be empty. Tiredly he pawed at the bed several more times until he finally opened his eyes to confirm he was, in fact, alone in the room. The sheet half turned over and a few rose petals from the day before strewn all over the black silken bedspread.

Forcing himself to sit up and stretch, he let out a drowsy sigh while his mind slowly became aware of the sound of running water from downstairs. Sliding out of the comforts of the double bed, Adam stretched out his back and legs before striding out of the room; not even bothering to put of underwear of any kind.

The smell of sausage and bacon filled the air causing his nose twitch, and stomach grumbling in hunger as he padded to the staircase. Starting his way down the steps, a soft humming caught his attention. Half way down a broad grin crossed his lips at the sight of his son, stark naked as the day he was born, swaying his tail side to side while he washed away at a large pan. Streaks of light seeped through closed blinds on the kitchen window, glistening off, what he could see, of Steve's dark brown fur.

Steve continued to wash away the grime on the pan, rinsing off the soap and setting it in a dish basket when he deemed it clean, unaware of his father reaching the bottom of the stairs and carefully moving behind him. Two strong arms wrapping tight around his midsection, pulling him into a wall of fur and muscle, practically made him jump out of his skin.

"Good morning, hon." A firm squeeze calmed him slightly as he turned his head to see a familiar loving face behind him, "Holy shit, dad, why do you always do that?"

"Mmm, maybe because you're cute when you're startled?" Adam chuckled kissing his son's nose while letting his hands roam along Steve's white furred torso; noting the slight dampness along his entire body.

Getting over the initial shock of his father's surprise, he playfully stuck his tongue out at his dad before going back to cleaning. Rocking their bodies gently from side to side Steve giggled, feeling a cold nose pressing into his ruffled hair, a soft murr following afterwards and a gentle kiss replacing the wet nose.

"Is that apple cinnamon I smell?"

"Yeah; new shampoo I bought a few days ago." Steve giggled when his father nipped at his neck, "Like?"

"Mhm."

"Amazing isn't it?" Adam sighed contently holding his son a bit tighter in his arms, never letting go while Steve finished cleaning a pair of tongs; both enjoying the feeling of the other against their body.

"Hmm?"

"We've been together for a year, silly."

"No we haven't." Steve replied, smiling from his father nuzzle into his neck fur and tilted his head to rest softly on his dad's muzzle.

"Oh yes we have," Adam growled playfully as he brought his hands to Steve's hips and started tickling. Steve yipped and giggled, unintentionally pushing himself into his father, who moved his hands to tickle his son's stomach, before trying to get away.

"S-stop it!" Steve laughed grabbing at his father's hands, only to have them move to a different part of his torso.

"Not 'til you tell me whatcha mean." Adam snickered softly, continuing his assault of fingers dancing along flesh as his son buckled underneath him; both soon on the ground, son in a fit of giggles and father smiling wide above him. Now on his knees Steve crawled away from his father who grabbed his hips and rolled him onto his back.

"Oh no you don't." He said as he crawled over his son's body, laying his body down effectively pinning his son on the ground. Steve was still gasping for breath when his father's nose bumped against his.

"So are you going to tell me?"

"Okay, okay." Steve smiled and kissed his father's nose, wiggling a little despite being stuck. "We got together on my birthday right?"

"Well," Adam started, running his hand through Steve's hair "technically yeah. I guess so."

"Then, technically, we've been together for a year and a day, since I turned nineteen yesterday." Steve replied wrapping his hands around his father's waist.

"It's definitely been one of the best years of my life."

"Mine too." Steve grinned leaning up to press his lips against his father's. Adam, in turn, returned the kiss in full pushing forwards till his son's head was pressed firmly against the wooden floor. Those soft furred lips interlocking with his always sent chills down Steve's spine, his sheath swelling against his father's, and a tilt of the head he swallowed a moan as a warm tongue slipped into his maw.

Adam groaned softly holding the kiss just a bit longer before pulling back. "Did you enjoy your birthday?"

"Very much," Steve murred running his hands along his father's taut chest "and last night was very romantic."

"I fell asleep didn't I?" Giggling Steve planted a soft peck on Adam's nose.

"Yeah, but I don't mind. I already have the best gift I could ask for, you."

"I feel honored to hear that." Adam nibbled along Steve's neck softly, feeling the wet tip of an erection bumping along his stomach. Steve groaned the moment his father's subtle short fur brushed along the head of his swelling shaft. Sliding an arm under Steve's neck, Adam pulled his son, and himself, into an upright position before grasping his son's rear. Holding on tight he carefully stood himself up, Steve shivering as his shaft was forced against more of his father's fur.

"Come on, let's deal with that on something more clean." Adam chuckled carrying him over to the wooden table in the middle of the kitchen. Setting his son down, he immediately pressed his lips against Steve's, roaming his hands along his son's supple body and firm muscles.

A low murr slipped between Steve's lips and flowed into his father's maw as he wrapped his arms around his dad's neck, pulling himself back and consecutively pulling his father half way on top of him. Adam let out a pleasant groan as Steve's tail wagged gently between his legs, tickling his scrotum and sheath; blood coursing through his member causing it to swell and stretch his sheath while he and his son continued their lip lock.

Minutes passed as they lost themselves in the kiss before the burning in their chests reminded them of the need for air. Panting heavily Adam nuzzled and nipped and licked along the side of his son's neck and shoulder.

Tilting his head to the side to give his father more access to his neck, Steve closed his eyes, shivering as Adam made his way down his body. Stopping over a perky pink nipple, Adam grazed his teeth over the nub of flesh, grinning when his son let out a sharp gasp and arched his back; Steve's shaft already hard and soaking his father's stomach with pre.

Running his hands up along Steve's sides, Adam moved lower kissing down his son's trembling stomach until the wet tip of his son's erection bumped against his chin. Wrapping his left hand around that hot malehood, Adam went about nuzzling it tenderly and murring as the warm fluids forming at the tip rubbed into his fur.

Steve's heart thumped hard in his chest, watching his father attending to his aching length. A soft kiss at the base of his shaft; a cold nose against his skin; a slow tantalizing lick that stopped right before it reached the head of his member; hands caressing him every so often. Steve groaned again, resting his head against the table, and huffed from the sensations washing through his body. God did his dad know how to please him and boy did he take his time to hit ever sweet spot on his body.

Lying there under Adam's ministrations, Steve lost track of time; focusing solely on his father and his actions. Seconds ticked by into minutes, minutes into what seemed like hours, as his father tended to his arousal; only stopping once to nose in the crease of Steve's groin and thigh. That one motion got his son's attention real quick. Picking his head up he knew just what Adam planned from the wicked grin on his face.

"N-no, you wouldn't dare!" His dad chuckled, gripping his son's hips to keep Steve from moving and nudged himself closer, ignoring the protests and licked. Steve went rigid the moment that tongue touched his skin, letting out a mixed laugh and moan while his father lapped away.

Adam murred, happily attending one of his son's more sensitive spots; tail wagging behind him as he watched through half open eyes, Steve covering his gaping mouth to silence his moans and laughter. He couldn't help but chuckle at Steve's futile attempts to actively buck his hips away from his father's maw and Adam only licked more vigorously in turn.

Eventually, to Adam's dismay, Steve forced a hand away from his jaws and to his dad's head to push him away. He didn't force himself to continue, even if he loved the lingering musky taste on his tongue, just laid his head on his son's right leg watching Steve catch his breath.

"You . . . y-you said . . . you w-wouldn't do that . . . anymore . . ." Steve gasped through labored gasps.

"So?" Adam said playfully, "You know you like it." He grinned cheekily while sticking the tip of his tongue out at his son.

"It's still not fair." Steve huffed in a pseudo pout. His dad stood and Steve nearly swooned watching Adam's left paw grip his swollen sheath, pulling it down over the large budge that hid his knot with a lewd wet pop.

"Come here and I'll give you something that's knot fair." He grinned, grasping Steve's hips and pulled him down the table. Steve groaned, both at the bad pun and the feeling of his father's shaft press against his sac, while his dad loomed over him; leaning down to join their lips once more, Adam snaked a hand behind Steve's head to keep them together while he ground his hips into the younger shepherd.

***

Arms wrapped around his son, his lover, Adam held him close as he leaned against the kitchen chair he sat in over half an hour ago. Slowly running a hand along Steve's back, whispering honeyed words into his ear between gentle nibbles and kisses on his neck, while they both basked in the afterglow of their fruitful copulation. Truly he enjoyed these moments after such forbidden carnal acts more than the actually activities themselves. The cute little groans or gasps Steve would make after being knotted and feeling the big prick shift inside him, waiting for that large knot to deflate. Or how his son nuzzled into him, eyes closed and his face relaxed with contentment of how close they've become.

Not everything lasted forever though. Steve recognized the tone in his father's sigh as he looked up at the clock on the microwave.

"Can't you stay home today? Call in sick or something?" Steve mumbled into the chest he rested on, holding onto his father a just little tighter in hopes to be with him that much longer.

"You know I'd love to," Adam pressed his nose on top of his son's head, breathing in deeply before planting a kiss. "God you know I'd love to. Just spend the day curled up on the couch-"

"Or in bed." Steve chimed in giggling.

Adam chuckled as well as the younger shepherd nibbled on his chin. "Yes, or in bed. And watch a few movies to pass the time, but I can't. You know that."

"I know." Steve pouted, going back to resting on his father's form.

"Did you at least ask about getting out of the field and taking a desk job?" Taking hold of Steve's hips Adam gently pulled him up, both groaning as the spent member was pulled free.

"Not yet no, but I promise I will." Adam said lowering Steve back on his lap.

"You said that last time . . ."

"I know I'm sorry. It was hectic that day and I forgot." Cupping a hand on Steve's cheek Adam leaned forwards, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"I won't forget today, alright? It'll be the first thing I'll mention to the chief."

"You swear?" Steve asked, a bit skeptical from his father's, sometimes, forgetfulness in the past.

"Cross my heart." His father replied, making an 'x' over his heart with an index finger.

"Now, would you mind helping me clean up? I wouldn't want to go to work covered in this." Adam chuckled pointing to the mess his son made on his stomach.

"A mess I made? You're not the one that got a tail full of come!" Steve said in a faux hurt tone.

"Oh all right, if you're gonna get all fussy about it I'll clean you up first." Wrapping his arms around Steve, the larger canine held him close as he stood up and started carrying him away to the upstairs shower. Being short on time their stay in the shower wasn't that long, but keeping his word Adam did clean his son up as best he could. By the time they did finish and dried off, Adam only managed to somewhat clean off all the dried semen on his fur as he slipped into his police uniform. Finishing putting his shoes on, Adam was about to get up when two warm arms looped around his neck and his son kissed him on the cheek.

"You be safe okay?"

"I will." He said, returning the gesture though letting it last a little longer than the younger shepherd.

After that he got up and made his way to the bedroom door, turning to blow one last kiss and left for work. Steve stayed in bed for some time before he pulled himself off the mattress and grabbed a pair of underwear. Not being needed anywhere today it wasn't really necessary if he put on anything else and going back down stairs, he flipped on the TV before sprawling on the couch.

Hours passed by slowly while he watched a couple programs he thought were okay and half a movie that was simply poorly done. Around noon he got up from an old black and white movie his father turned him on to, he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed himself a plate. Pulling the fridge door open he took out the leftover birthday cake his father bought him the day before; a chocolate covered zuccotto cake with two different cream fillings in the center.

Taking off a fairly big slice of the dome shaped cake and putting the rest back where he got it, he grabbed a fork and went back to the couch just as the movie reached its climatic end. Curling up on the couch he ate away at his 'lunch' he started looking for something else to watch.

With not much good stuff to watch at the moment he thought it best to see what was on the news; what was on however nearly made his heart stop beating, the fork he held forgotten as it fell and hit the ground.

Being broadcasted live on the network was a standoff between police and a group of men in a two story home. He didn't even hear the newswomen announce that the standoff had been going for the past two hours the instant he saw his father's police car and his dad pinned in a spot he couldn't get out of in any direction without being shot.

For the year they have been together he'd always worry about Adam whenever he went to work. Sure most of the time he'd be fine and only sometimes had to deal with some drunk, but Steve once in a while had nightmares of his newfound lover being gunned down and killed.

On those nights he always held onto his father tighter and told him how much he loved him, how much he meant to him and how much he didn't want to lose him. It was that reason he had recently asked his father to talk to his boss about being taken out of the field and put somewhere he wouldn't get hurt. Now all he did was stare at the digital TV in horror as one of his fears came to life in front of him.

A knot started to form in his stomach watching his father unable to escape as the gunmen focused their fire on him, while foiling the attempts of the other cops to get to him. He didn't even realize what happened next until it was over.

One of the shooters on the second level stopped firing for a moment and the next, threw a slender grey pipe out the window towards Adam. As it hit the ground it rolled to a stop close enough to his dad to see it and realize what it was. A split second his father made a break for it to get away from the grey tube and just a he made it a few feet away, a stray bullet went through the leg causing him to fall towards the ground.

In the seconds, what felt like years to Steve, that followed made his blood run cold as that tube his father tried to run away from exploded in a ball of fire; Adam, getting hit by the shockwave, was sent several extra feet before smashing into the cement. Covering his mouth in shock and disbelief he waited for his father to get up, to move in any way, as he watched his father lay there while the shooters focused their fire on the other cops.