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Reynard Part Three By Raska Kannagami

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"For what?"

Ben's heart melted when Ren looked up at him, still holding him in a tight embrace, "For not calling me a faggot."

His first reaction was to laugh, "Why would I do that?"

Ren shrugged sheepishly, "Well, if you weren't gay...and I kissed you...most guys would'a punched me, at the least."

Ben grinned, "I can punch you, if that'll make you happy."

Reynard laughed, "No, thank you."

There was a quiet moment, and then Ren tentatively leaned forward to kiss Ben. This time, both of them showed restraint, but for both of them the brief touch sent jolts of electric feeling through their bodies.

The bell rang, marking the beginning of the next period and warning students not to be late. "C'mon, we got Sixth and Seventh together."

* * * * * *

All through Sixth and Seventh Period, Ben and Reynard could not keep their paws off of each other. They were constantly distracting each other with little touches, rubs, and gropes. When Eighth period finally came around, they didn't want to part. "What'd'y' got for Eighth, Ren? I got History"

"Math...and my ma's been on my tail about my math grades...so I can't skip out, if that was what you were thinking," Ren replied despondently.

Ben kissed him on the cheek, smirking at a passing jock as he did, "Don't worry, it's only another hour. You know where my locker is? Meet me there after class."

* * * * *

With butterflies in his stomach, Reynard was pretty distracted during his last period of the day. Which was bad, because they were going over a new subject today, one which Ren was bad with: algebra.

"Okay, we're going to learn about the distributive property. Now...if I gave you an equation...like...this one here...how do you solve for x?"

x = 2(3ab + b) ; a = 5, b = 2

I have no fucking clue. God, please make there be a fire drill or something...

Luckily for Reynard, before the teacher could call on him, another student raised her paw, "You can solve the parentheses first and then multiply your answer by two."

"Good," Mr. Hatamoto praised, "And let's try that..."

x = 2(3ab + b) x = 2(30 + 2) x = 2(32) x = 64

"...Easy, right? But we're talking distributive property here, people. There's another way to solve this, and it's by distributing the two to every term in the parentheses..."

x = 2(3ab + b) x = 6ab + 2b x = 60 + 4 x = 64

"Now, notice that this takes the same number of steps as Ms. Caulson's approach. On the surface, it seems that using the distributive property is kind of pointless...well, if you had a more complex equation, such as the one I'm about to put on the board, it can save you time..."

Reynard was already daydreaming about Ben, and what they might do at his house. He was unprepared for Mr. Hatamoto calling out his name.

"Huh?" He mumbled, blinking several times and raising his head from his arms.

"Wake up, Mr. Hiro, tell the class how you would solve this equation: x = 3(5y + 9) - 5(2y + y), where 'y' equals three."

x = 3(5y + 9) - 5(2y + y) ; y = 3

Fuck me...I dunno...It's okay, Reynard, just fake it...

"Use the distributive property?"

Mr. Hatamoto was not amused, "Don't be a smartass."

"Alright...uh...can I write it on the board? I'm not good at thinking aloud." x = 3(5y + 9) - 5(2y + y) ; y = 3 x = (15y + 27) - (10y + 5y) x = Ah...what the fuck is fifteen times three? Um... (45 + 27) - (30 + 15) Oh! That's easy enough, I can solve that in my head... x = 27

"Excellent, Mr. Hiro, you can take your seat, now."

An alien abduction would be awesome right now...

Reynard's idle fantasy didn't come true, but it did ride him out until the class ended. He'd gone off on a tangent, wondering whether or not the alien tractor-beam would be able to phase him through the roof of the school, or if he'd just hit the ceiling. Of course, he completely glossed over the fact that once having abducted him, the aliens wouldn't be too hot on letting him go over Ben's house.

When the end-of-the-day bell rang, Ren was out of his seat before the bell finished ringing, and was down at the locker area in under a minute flat.

Of course, that meant he had to wait for Ben, who was somewhat slower in getting to his locker. When the Wolf came around the corner of the hall the lockers were in, Ren saw why he was late. He was talking animatedly with the History teacher, Mr. Lee. As they drew closer, Ren caught the end of their conversation, "So, you're saying that the Japanese did not intend for Pearl Harbor to be a sneak attack? Well, why not? Isn't surprise a crucial advantage in war?"

"It is, but you have to remember the kind of society the Japanese have - very polite, very much honor-bound. They did, in fact, send a declaration of war to the U.S., but there was too much of a delay in the delivery of this message, along with the fact that our translators had problems translating it...so it got delivered late. In fact, some of the pilots who flew against Pearl Harbor, when they found out that it had ended up being a sneak attack, they said they felt ashamed and dishonored. One mistake, a little delay in delivery, and...war! It shows you how delicate international relations can be," Mr. Lee replied.

"Well, Mr. Lee, I gotta get going. See you tomorrow," Ben said to the teacher as he neared where Ren was impatiently waiting.

"All right, Benji, take care." Mr. Lee patted Ben on the shoulder and continued down the hall.

Ben opened his locker, grinning. "What?" Ren asked after a few moments. Ben chortled, "The things I'm gonna do with you."

"With me...or to me?"

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Ben grinned, "Well, it might be a little of both, if I have my way."

* * * * *

"Now, I've told you my family's poor...so...um...conditions might not be what you're used to," Ben told Ren nervously as they walked down the street.

"It can't be that bad," Ren replied.

They stopped at an apartment building, one that was known to be low-income and was on the edge of a dangerous part of town. Looking up at it, Ben murmured, "Yeah, it can."

The lobby was empty, and the first thing Ren noticed was the dirtiness of it. The tile floor was stained with years of muddy boots and dust. The furniture, though appearing once quite plush, was torn, stained, and one of the armchairs appeared ready to disintegrate.

The elevator was...deplorable. There was a large reddish stain on the floor, and a bunch of the buttons were missing. "Um...what happened here?"

Ben replied embarrassedly, "Someone...got killed here. Or that's the story, anyway. Most folk avoid this elevator...superstition, you know...but I like to use it 'cause it's always empty."

They got off the elevator on the fifth floor, entering into a long hallway. The place smelled of cigarette smoke and stale urine, and the lights were dim. As the two boys walked down the hall, they were regarded strangely by the other occupants of the building who were leaving their rooms.

One of those occupants was a tall Dog, a Dalmatian. He was shirtless, wearing tight pants, and held a black duffel bag in his paw. "Hey, Mr. Reyes, how're you today?" Ben said to the Dog as he passed them.

"I'm good, Benny, but I gotta go now. Hasta luego," The Dalmatian replied, with an obvious Hispanic accent. As the Dog passed by, Ren saw what was in his bag: a crowbar, a gun, gloves, and a Medium-sized Canine ski mask. He couldn't possibly be up to anything good.

As the Dog went out of earshot, Ben leaned over to whisper to Reynard, "He's a thief, for sure, but he's a good person...except for the stealing from people's houses part. He's teaching me Spanish."

A few doors down from where the Dalmatian thief lived, Ben stopped and produced a key, "Welcome to my place."

* * * * *

Benji's parents, despite being low-income, were not like many of the other occupants of the building. They'd obviously made drastic attempts to make their apartments look nice, presentable, and above all - clean. The walls had been whitewashed, and some of the cabinets in the kitchen area had obviously been redone. The carpet was new...well, new-ish...but the ceiling tiles were definitely brand new. Considering that Ben had said they'd only moved in a week ago, Ren could tell that it was the home of an honest family, and he immediately felt comfortable there.

However, Ben seemed embarrassed about it, "Uh...make yourself at home, Ren. There's pop in the fridge...we just moved in, so we don't have many of our cups an' stuff out...but it's in cans and...um...OH--" Ben's rambling was cut off by Ren undoing his belt.

"A little eager there, buddy?" Ben asked as Ren kneeled in front of his crotch and slowly began to undo his zipper. When the Fox was finished with that, he undid the button on the strap that held Ben's pants around his tail, and then with one motion (quite as if he'd been doing this to Ben for years) he pulled the Wolf's pants and underwear down.

"Hush. You know you want me to," Ren replied, right before he took one of Ben's balls into his mouth and began to gently suckle. Ben moaned loudly and shoved his groin into Reynard's face.

Ren no longer cared whether or not he was gay. He just wanted to make Ben feel good (that, and the scent of Ben's crotch was starting to fill his nose, encouraging him with the smell of burgeoning Wolf-erection).

After a few minutes of switching from one testicle to the other, Reynard looked up at the impressive shaft of Wolf-meat standing proudly from Ben's crotch. It was six-and-a-half inches, by Reynard's best estimate, and - like Ren's own cock - was a reddish-pink with a few prominent purplish-blue veins in some places. The knot was still in Ben's sheath, but even only partially inflated, it was at least as big as Ren's fist.

Without the least hesitation, Reynard took Ben's shaft into his muzzle as far as he could, suckling like a newborn kit. It would suck if my parents came home right now...no pun intended...good thing they work until five...GODDESS, that feels good!

Ren had instinctively begun to bob his head, letting Ben's shaft rub against his tongue (which was wiggling around teasingly) as it went in and out of his muzzle. The scent of the young Wolf's arousal was all that Ren could smell, and he was slowly realizing that he loved it. He loved the feeling of Ben's heartbeat against his tongue, the feel of having the Wolf's fully engorged penis shoved partway down his throat with each bob of his head.

After only a few moments of this, Ben's mating instincts took over, and he began to thrust into Ren's muzzle with abandon. He tried (keyword there: tried) to pace himself, but who would have thought that the sexually-confused Fox gave such good head? It was like he'd done this a dozen times already! Ren gagged a few times before he was used to Ben's rhythm, and once he was, he moved his muzzle forward to meet every one of Ben's thrusts.

It apparently was good on Ben's side of things, because Reynard could feel the Wolf's knot work its way out of his sheath and begin to swell up against Ren's nose. Ben was too caught up in the sex to worry about it, but Reynard had the presence of mind to hold Ben's knot from popping into his muzzle and tying his face to Ben's groin. Not that he'd mind, but Ren realized that Ben's parents could come back at any time. The very worst thing would be for the two of them to be tied (in this case, tied face - to - cock) when Ben's parents walked through the door.

Not too long after his knot swelled, Ben experienced the strongest orgasm he'd ever had, shooting his cum down Ren's throat. Ren gagged around the shaft until he figured out how to swallow with Ben's cock still in his throat. After that, he eagerly proceeded to swallow every last drop. He was certainly surprised with the volume of Ben's ejaculation, but he definitely didn't mind. It tasted good, but Ren couldn't pin down exactly what it tasted like. The taste was familiar, to be sure, but what was it?

Ben's ejaculation slowed down and eventually stopped. Reynard squeezed the base of Ben's shaft as if he were trying to milk more semen out. It worked, somewhat, as Ben's cock twitched once more and shot one final stream of cum into Ren's muzzle.

Panting with the exertion and the strength of his orgasm, Ben smiled as Ren stood up. "That was a-maze-ing. Where'd you learn to --"

Once again, Ren interrupted the Wolf by doing something unexpected. Ren firmly kissed Ben, whose mouth was still open, and slipped his tongue into the Wolf's mouth. Ben immediately caught on, and joined Ren, but he pulled back, surprised, when he tasted himself on Ren's tongue. "My cum tastes good! I should'a tried it a long time ago."

Reynard laughed, and nuzzled himself close to Ben, "That was fun...let's do it again!"

"Not right now!" Ben replied, laughing, "My cock is still wondering if it's its birthday or somethin'! We can't let the naughty thing think it deserves this kind of treatment. But..."

Ben pulled Reynard's shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor. "...I think it's time we gave your 'naughty thing' some fun, too. Let's get these pants off..."

He undid Ren's pants and slipped them down a little, slipping his paw inside to fondle the Fox's balls and sheath. Reynard's pubic fur was much softer than Ben's, less coarse and more downy. Ben couldn't help but run his paw through it.

Ben had contemplated sucking Ren off as Ren had done for him...but he wanted Reynard to have a more special experience...

"Um...have you ever mounted anyone before...or been mounted?" Ben asked tentatively.

Ren's ears turned bright pink, "N-n-no. I'm a virgin...you?"

"No...I've only sucked off, never been mounted. D'you...um...wanna mount me?"

Reynard's eyes widened as the implications of what Ben had said hit him.

"Y-y-you want m-m-me to take your t-tail? You w-w-w-want m-m-me...?"

"Of course I do, Ren...I love you," Ben replied.

"Before you boys get to fucking, my suggestion would be to get some lube and condoms, but that's just me," A deep voice spoke. Both Ben and Reynard started at the sound.

They both turned toward the door to see a Wolf, slightly taller than Ben and with familial features, obviously Ben's father. He was wearing a cop's uniform, the badge shined smartly and there were many ribbons and medals as well. His hat had been tossed onto the kitchen counter, as well as his long coat, which was as black as his uniform. He was smoking a cigarette with the calm demeanor of someone who knew that in any given situation, that he'd be in control. It was obvious where Ben got his voice of command from.

"D-d-dad! I...um...I can explain..."

"As much as I'd love to hear how you explain away the fact that your pants are down around your ankles, the Fox's pants are around his knees, and that you were just talking about getting fucked by him...I don't care. Well, I shouldn't phrase it that way. I do care about you. But I don't care with whom, with what, when, where, or why you have sex. As long as you're being safe in doing it, which is why I suggested the lube and condoms. Though, not right now, because your mother's going to be home in about ten minutes. She'd want explanations, and I for one don't want to have to come up with some believable lie - if there is one - for why certain sounds are coming from your room," Ben's father said, putting his cigarette out in an ashtray that Reynard hadn't even noticed was there.

Reynard was both intimidated and calmed by Ben's father as he approached and held out his paw, "My name is Jacob Cortez. What's your name, son?"

Ren shook the proffered paw firmly, "Reynard Hiro, sir. Um...isn't Cortez a Hispanic name?"

Mr. Cortez chuckled, "None of that 'sir' business. I get enough of that at work. And yes, it is. My grandfather moved here from Cuba. I'd imagine you have a similar story about a great-grandfather or some such that moved here from Japan, Mr. Hiro."

"Anyway...does your mother know you're here, Reynard?" Ben's father asked.

Ren started, "Shit! I totally forgot to call her!"

"Don't worry, son, I'll deal with it. What's your mom's number?" Cortez asked as he picked up the phone.

"Hello, Mrs. Hiro? My name is Officer Cortez. No, no...Reynard is alright. Your son is here with me. No, not like that, ma'am, not at all. My son goes to his school now, and he asked your son to come over to our house after school and well, you know..." Looking up to wink at the two boys, he continued, "...boys will be boys."