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Chapter 9

By: Silverback Christianpaw

Silverback

The ride to tonight's Warzone was a nice one. I open up the door to the limousine when my phone starts to ring,

"Hello? Oh hey love. What's up? . . . Huh? . . . Yeah, sure love . . . Well, I sure hope they find your luggage soon . . . okay love. Oh, what? . . . No Ms. Draxa hasn't gotten information from the police department yet . . . yeah, sad day. I know. And while we are on the subject; I know I saw somebody who had white fur under the ring, I know Soultiger cut a hole in the ring during my match . . . yes . . . okay love . . ."

SMACK! BAM! The open door comes swinging back and swings closed so hard the window cracks.

"Whoa! What the--son of a bitch!" I get out the other side of the limo and see a red car speed away.

"Hey!" I shout. Somebody just tried to run me over. Son of a bitch!

I look around for a second, seeing if the car comes back but nothing happens. I get so angry I almost forget that Coach is still on the line,

"You there?" I ask.

"Yeah, did something happen?" he asks me on his end.

"Yeah, hold on . . ." I quickly get my stuff out of the limo and thank the driver. I run into the VIP entrance of the building and sit my bags down in the hallway,

"Somebody just tried to run me over outside, I'm inside now though."

"Oh my God! Are you okay baby?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Who was it? Did you see who it was?"

"No . . . but I have a damn good guess who it is. I'll see you when you get here hun, I need to talk to Ms. Draxa."

"Okay love, be careful."

* * *

Testify

I figured it was a good idea to see Ms. Draxa in her office, just to make sure that everything is okay and making sure she is still going with the tag title match for Gold and Gory this Sunday. I made sure to stay away from both Husky Brothers so that I would not get suspended. So everything should be good.

"Hey cutie," Slutsky says guarding the door to her office.

"Hey," I say.

"Wassup?"

"Nothing . . . um . . . actually, mind if I ask you a question?"

"It's ten inches," he says.

"What?"

"Oh, that's not what you were asking?"

"Um no. But I do want to ask you a personal question."

"Okay, what is it hun?"

"Um . . . you know what, never mind."

"No, no, no never mind. What did you want to ask me?"

"Well, I've been thinking about a few things and I just wanted to know . . . well . . . when did you come out of the closet?"

"Oh. Well, I just realized in high school that I liked the jocks more than I liked the girls. I was on the junior varsity football team and I would catch myself every now and again looking at guys in the shower. I was one of the bigger guys so nobody really messed with me if they happened to see me. At first I just kept it to myself, but then I realized that it's important to not be ashamed of who I am and just be myself."

"Hmm, alright. Thanks," I go to open the door.

"Did you want to talk about something sweety?" Slutsky asks me. I look at the expression on his face. Ninety-nine percent of the time it's always a happy face followed by some cheap flirting, but this time it's different. He's very serious this time.

"Um, no, everything's fine." I look down when I say that.

"No, everything is not fine. What's wrong? You're my friend, you can talk to me"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little confused about things."

"Well, any way I can help?" he asks.

"Nope," I say somewhat defensively.

"Hmm, okay hun. Just remember what I said. Just be yourself."

"Okay, thanks." I give him a hug and walk away. I don't bother with the office visit. I just walk aimlessly again. I know I'm not afraid to find out because God has got my back . . . but I still don't know if I'm gay or straight. And I'm so tired of wondering. This has been driving me crazy for months. I wish it was obvious to me like Slutsky had it. But I've had girlfriends, but yet I also kind of like guys. Ugh, I don't want to think about it anymore . . . but I have a problem. I need to talk to somebody about this. I need to know, and I'm not waiting any longer.

* * *

Silverback

I power-walk down the ramp. I don't even wait for the technical people to play my music. I can't take this torment anymore. I have had enough of this shit with Soultiger and it's time to end it.

I climb into the ring, I hear a smattering of cheers from the fans, but most of them are more wondering what I am doing out here in my leather jacket and jeans instead of my ring gear.

"Give me a mic," I say to one of the ring-crew guys. A white-leopard paws one to me.

"Alright!" I shout frustrated into the device, "Soultiger, I am sick and tired of this crap! I know you are behind all of these freak accidents! You want to take me out? Fine, then do it right here in this ring! I don't want to wait until this Sunday. Come on, let's go!" I pace furiously around the ring waiting for him to come out that black curtain. I'm going to finish him off right here and now.

Suddenly some heavy metal music with some sound bites of his roars pop on and h e comes out from behind the curtain, slinging that big championship belt over his shoulder, already with a microphone of his own in paw. The music stops.

"Silverback, I am simply appalled that you would blame me for all these misfortunes that you have been having."

I growl just looking at him, in his expensive suit, thinking he's above everybody else just because he's the champion.

"Cut the nice-guy crap Soultiger. I know you and your goons have been creating all these bad things so I won't make it to Gold and Glory. Well I'm tired of it! If you want me out of your life so bad then why don't you come in this ring and try to take me out?!" The fans cheer me. They want to see this fight just as much as I want to.

He chuckles, "First of all rookie, I am the G.R.R. World Champion, and you don't talk to me like that. Now, since I am a nice guy I figured I'd come out here so I can help solve your problem. Hmm, let's look at it. Over the last month you have been found in your dressing room drugged out of your mind, my huskies are the reason for that; I'll admit that. Your car was run off the road. The ring collapsed under you during your match because of your big fat ass. And now you say you almost got run over by a car outside the building here tonight. Who could be doing this to you Silverback? Hmmm, maybe it's just a run of bad luck. Or maybe it's the fault of my fellow brethren in L.A.N.C.? . . . Or maybe, it is just . . . one . . . person?"

"If you've got something to say, then I want to hear it. Who is it? Is it you?" I growl.

"You know Silver, you really are a dumbass. I am the G.R.R. Champion, and being the champion I can do anything I want. Which means why should I get my paws dirty when I can simply . . . hire somebody to do my dirty work for me?"

I growl into a ruff, "I knew you had something to do with it you son of a bitch. Who is it?!"

He chuckles again, "I don't have to tell you a damn thing."

"Okay, fine, be that way. Well since you're not in a mood to gossip, then why don't you come on down to this ring so I can beat the answer out of you!"

The crowd gets louder. Soultiger gets mad and removes the championship from his shoulder and drops it down on the ramp.

"You're calling me out for a fight?!" He's angry now.

"You damn right I'm calling you out for a fight!" I say.

"Silver, you just made the biggest mistake of your career," he drops the microphone and walks down the ramp.

I toss my microphone out of the ring and take off my jacket and get ready to fight. I slap my shoulders and stand poised and ready to go.

BAM! I feel an arm hit me in the balls, but it's not from Soultiger. My body cringes and cripples in pain I look down for a second and see a white polar bear paw between my legs before it's taken away. I hit the canvas writhing in agony.

I try to look over and see a female white polar bear wearing a pink shirt and jeans. Oh my God! It's Polarity!

Soultiger slides into the ring and starts stomping away at my body. It wasn't long until that jezebel joins him in the beat down. I try to get up but the pain in my crotch has taken over my whole body and has left me numb and defenseless.

"Get him up! Get him up!" he commands Polarity.

She pulls me back up to my feet and digs her arm into my throat to keep me standing. I try to open my eyes; all I can see is bright lights. Soultiger slides into the ring with a steel chair in paw.

FWAP!

"Ohhhh!" the crowd yells.

My head feels like it has caved in and I flop down on the canvas. Soutiger stands over me and drives the top of the chair into my throat. I reach out and try to gasp for breath but can't. Polarity goes back to stomping away at my legs and stomach.

I hear the chair get slammed down onto the ring. My body feels numb. I walked right into another one of Soultiger's traps.

"Silverback!" he yells. It has an echo; he must be speaking into a microphone. I try to move enough just to turn over but the pain in my throat and groin is just too much to bear. "You really want to know who cut the hole in the ring?! The person who tried to run you and Coach off the road?! As well as running you over tonight?! It's my new business manager, Polarity! You punk ass bitch!"

The crowd boos. Soultiger drops the microphone in front of my face. I try again to get up again, but the choking pain in my neck is killing me.

The crowd starts to cheer again.

"Come on!" I hear Soultiger say. The ring bounces up and down as they leave and somebody else enters the ring. Oh, I know that scent. Mmmmm. I open my eyes and it's Coach, my teddy bear looking at me,

"Are you okay love? Love?"

Cough. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

I get up enough strength to sit up. His eyes and face make me want to do more, I love him so much, I don't think even he knows how much I love him.

I strain getting back to my feet, Coach holding me up, and watch as Soultiger grabs his championship and leaves with his arm around his new business manager.

Six days. Six damn days.

* * *

Testify

I lie in bed staring up at the ceiling. I notice the shapes of the shadows all over the ceiling. The night-sky view in the nig window looks so beautiful tonight. It may be the first time in a while I have been able to stop and think clearly for a long while.

Zenaku turned the TV on before he decided to go get a shower. I turned the TV off because I needed to think about things. I honestly wonder now if I am gay. Maybe I'm bi. That would make some sense. I've had girlfriends in the past. But they didn't last long. I had a total of two girlfriends in high school. One lasted about two months, and another lasted about three weeks. And I never got the chance to kiss either one. But I never really thought about them, at least not in the same way I think about . . . sigh.

I remember one time at my old job at the pizza place. Stevie Fox was talking to me about something and then he reached over to get something that was above my head off the shelf, it was probably a pizza pan, but I remember I almost gave him a kiss on the cheek. However he walked away from me before I could get it. I don't know why I almost kissed him. I still can't figure it out. I didn't have any attraction towards him.

Or the time my buddy, Elok, was showing me some nude pictures of his girlfriend and he was bragging about how much she loved to have sex with him. He went on saying stuff about how big his penis was. One of the delivery drivers, a female, said that guys who go around saying they have big dicks are normally the ones that don't. Elok kept asking her if she wanted to see it, and I made a joke telling him I wanted to see it. Normally I would have stopped it after one attempt, but I kept the joke going. He kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to see it, and I didn't care. I was secure enough in my sexuality to see it, but he didn't show me. He just laughed and we went back to cooking orders.

Or the time that the hotel didn't have any double rooms left and Zenaku and I had to sleep in the same bed. He snuggled up with me, much to my chagrin at first. But then he started gently twirling his finger in my ear and I got an instant hard on. I didn't tell him or anybody about it. I figured I just had sensitive ears.

The bathroom door opens and the steam pours out with Zenaku wearing his bathrobe.

"Hey," I randomly say.

"You didn't want to watch TV?"

"No, I wanted to rest my eyes a little bit," I lie.

"Alright."

He grabs some clothes from his suitcase and goes back into the bathroom to dry off and change.

When we started rooming together I freaked out a little bit when he once walked out of the bathroom completely naked. I told him to please change in the bathroom. And he was so nice about it. He is nice. He's very . . . very nice.

Zenaku walks out of the bathroom wearing boxer-briefs,

"Hey Testify, we need to start going over our strategy on how we are going to beat the huskies for this Sunday."

"Right."

He lies down next to me in my bed and turns on the TV, "I was thinking that frequent tags might be a good way to go, but then there's the possibility . . ." I smell his voluptuous scent. I've never raved over anybody's scent like I his. I don't know what it is about it, but I always feel just a little more relaxed when I'm around it. Like my worries somehow just turn into nothing and I feel better. I look into his eyes and see him still explaining his plan. I take a few deep breaths, not to relax but just to get as much of his scent as I can get. I love it.

". . . Testify?" Zenaku says.

"Yes?" I jump a little bit.

"Are you okay?" he asks. I gaze into his sweet face. I want to tell him everything. I want him to know everything that I am thinking because maybe he can help me. I trust him, I trust him with my life, and I would gladly take a bullet for him. I love him so much. I'm not going to hide anymore.

"I'm sorry; I have something else on my mind."

"Oh, well what is it hun?"

My stomach fills up with butterflies with each word I'm about to say, but I need to get it out, "I have a problem." I tell him.

"With what?"

"I . . . don't . . . entirely . . . know . . . if I'm straight or not."

"Hmmm?"

"Well, lately I have been having trouble with this. At first I didn't think it was anything, but then the issue started popping up more and more, and it just started . . . well--"

"Taking over your mind."

I look up at him again, "What?"

"I remember when you broke up with Polarity you told me that it felt like the problem was taking over your mind. I just guessed."

"Oh, well then you guessed right," I chuckle to myself trying to put on a fake smile.

"Go on," he says. The butterflies keep building up in my stomach but I feel like steam is blasting out of my mouth with every word I say, and the weight is starting to come off my shoulders.

"Well, it's been driving me crazy ever since then. And then . . . I had a dream."

"What was the dream about?"

"Well . . . I was having some kind of hardcore match at a backyard barbeque. And it was a match where if my opponent, a red fox, if he caught me then I would lose the match. And he tackled me down and that's when I realized he was totally nude."

"Well he is a fox," he chuckles.

I giggle. "That's true hehe. But anyway, once he caught me he started flirting with me and invited me to have sex with him. So I walked into the house to freshen up and suddenly I was inside the locker room. The GRR locker room. So I took a shower and all of a sudden . . . well . . . you were there."

"Really? Did I do anything in the dream?" he smiles a little and his tail wags and thumps against the bed.

"Yeah . . . but I don't want to get into it."

"Aww, alright. But either way, you say this dream got you thinking?"

"Yes. I didn't know why I had a dream like that and it just scared the hell out of me. And then the Husky Brothers started saying gay jokes towards me, or something, and I kind of went off on them."

"Well that explains a lot," he says, "You shouldn't do stuff like that in this business hun, we almost lost our title match over that."

"I know, I'm so sorry."

He pulls me into a hug, "It's okay love, I understand you have a lot on your mind." He releases the hug.

"Mind if I have one more hug?" I ask blushing.

"Hehe, sure foxy." He gives me another hug, this one a longer hug. Oh it feels so good.

"But yeah, anyway. I thought maybe I have just been working too hard. So I took that vacation, but I didn't feel any better, I still worried about it," I lowered my head blushing, "and I missed you."

He smiles, "Aww, well I missed you too cutiebutt."

I blush. He giggles,

"You look so cute when you blush you know."

I smile blushing deeper, "Hehe yay."

"Alright, so you had your vacation, and then what?"

"Well, I just kept worrying about it. And then last week I broke down and sat in the bathroom for most of the show. I was crying and I just couldn't stop. So I started praying and I heard a voice tell me 'Do you have faith in me?' and I know that sounds crazy but that's what I heard."

"It doesn't sound weird hun . . . but go on; I want to know how I can help."

"Well, I don't think you can. It's just something I need to figure out on my own. I don't know how I am going to do it though. I mean, I feel like my brain is telling me I'm straight. I mean I've had girlfriends, but yet they were nothing special. And then there's the artwork website I like to look at, but that doesn't say much. I kind of like the idea of snuggling with a guy, but I don't know if that's enough--"

"Hun, hun," he says. "I have a question for you. What would happen if for just ten seconds you did exactly what your heart told you to do?"

I just look at him. I don't know how to answer that question. I try to open my muzzle to say something but I don't know what to say.

Until Zenaku leans down and gives me a kiss on the corner of my muzzle.

"I-I, uh . . ." he kisses the other corner of my muzzle.

"I love you," he says. I smile wide,

"I love you too."

He leans in and kisses me on my muzzle. I feel his big warm tongue go in and start to swirl around mine. I try to compete with a tongue as big as his, but all my little tongue can do is poke in and out. He pulls me close to him and wraps his arms around me. I try to do more with my kissing by swirling my tongue around his muzzle. I moan a little, it feels so good. He giggles a little bit.

He breaks the kiss, "Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes, hehe."

"Did you want me to keep kissing you?"

"Yes please," I blush and giggle.

We start kissing again. He rests one of his big, thick legs on top of both of mine, pinning them down. He doesn't need to, I'm not going anywhere hehe.

I break the kiss, "You know, if it helps, you can crawl on top of me. I don't mind."

"Alright love." He takes his leg off mine and lies on top of me. I feel his tail swing and brush across my legs. He leans down and we go back to kissing. It feels so good, to be this close to him, his big body, his wonderful scent. I almost try to pinch myself to see if this is all another dream, but even if it is I don't want it to end, not this time.

No, this isn't a dream. I wanted to be close to him and now it's coming true. This is real and it will still be real tomorrow morning. I love it.

I rub his sides and then slide my paws down to his butt and play with his wagging tail.

"Mmmmm," he moans. I hear the sound of our lips breaking away from each other.

"Is there anything you want to do?" he asks.

"I-I don't know what to do, really." I shake a little because I'm so nervous.

He gets off of me and goes back to lying next to me and he gently pats me on the chest,

"Well I have an idea," he says. He grabs the waistband of his boxer-briefs and starts to pull them down. I stare at his penis. I know I've seen it before but I shunned myself before I could get a real glance. He pulls them off his feet and tosses them onto the floor,

"Touch it," he says.

"I-I, um--" he grabs my paw and places it on his penis and rubs my paw on it. He takes his paw away leaving mine to keep rubbing like it.

He murrs a little bit. I look up at his sweet smiling face. Aww, he loves it. And I love him, and if this pleasures him then I don't want to stop.

I grab his penis and start to gently stroke it.

"Ohh," he moans and giggles, "How does it feel?"

"Hehe, it feels good."

"Mind if I touch yours?

It takes me a moment but I finally say "Sure."

He reaches out and grabs me by the waist of my jeans and pulls me closer to him by one of my belt loops. He unbuttons them and unzips the zipper. I feel a kiss on the side of my face. I face him and we go back to kissing. I feel his fingers try to open up the flap in my underwear and start to rub my around my penis and jack me off.

"Murff," I yelp.

"Are you okay?" he smiles.

"Yeah, just a little surprised, sorry."

"Hehe, it's okay hun. You want me to take these pants off for you?"

"No, I can do it." I sit up in bed and pull my jeans and underwear down to my ankles and kick them off. I quickly grab my shirt, pull it over my head, and throw it to the floor. I lay back and smile as he rubs my pecs and my nipples with his big black paw. He smiles at me and crawls under the covers. I feel his warm fur brush along my cock and before I know it I start feeling a drooling tongue swirl around it. He sucks and moves his head up and down, pulling on my dick. It feels nice and warm. I want to move around but I'm afraid if I move it's going to slip. I'll just lie here, I don't want him to stop. His big tongue feels so good around my erection. Polarity never sucked me off, so it's good to finally know what it feels like . . . why was I with the girl anyway?

Zenaku moans. I smile when I hear the lip-smacking sounds he makes moving his tongue up and down my erection. I close my eyes, trying to help him out, and should think about things that get me excited . . . but what to think about?

I think back to the time I accidentally saw him walk out of the showers at the gym totally nude. He had a hard on at the time . . . and a damn big one. I guess that myth they say about black wolves in the bedroom is true. Ooh baby.

The twirling in my ear. Oh yeah, when he snuggled me that one time and he tickled my ear, it made me hard instantly.

My erection jumps.

"Ohhhhh," I moan. I hear the muffled chuckle coming from Zenaku.

Wow, it worked better than I thought, because I'm starting to feel that tingling sensation.

"Ohhh, I'm close love," I say.

He starts to bop his head up and down faster and faster as he sucks. My tongue hangs out as I pant more and more.

"Ohhh, ahh! Murff! Hmmmf!" I moan as I come inside of his muzzle. I keep breathing heavily as I feel his tongue lick down every last drop.

Moments later he pops out from under the covers licking his muzzle.

"How was it?" I ask pleasurably.

"Hehe, gooooooood. But the important thing is did you like it?"

I smile wide, "Yes, that was so great . . . it was amazing."

"Want to try fucking?" he says.

I immediately flashback to the dream, he said those exact words in the dream . . . but this time it doesn't scare me. But I'm not sure if I can handle actually having sex with Zenaku yet.

"I don't know. I've only been gay for a few minutes. I-I'm not sure if I'm really ready.

"That's okay love. Most couples just do oral the first time." We both smile at each other,

"Thanks love," I feel all giddy now that I can call him 'love.'

"So do you still think you're straight?" he asks me.

"I don't know, I guess I'm bi."

"You sure?"

"I don't know."

"Hun, if you want my honest opinion, females are not for you sweety."

"Well, I guess that makes sense," I look into his bright golden eyes, they even glow in the darkness, I love him, "Besides I don't care as long as I have you . . . Do I have you?"

"Love, I have been waiting for you ever since we met," we kiss, "And believe me, you we're well worth the wait."

I blush and hide my face for a second, but he pulls my paws away and kisses me again.

"So, when are we going to fuck?" he asks. Typical Zenaku hehe.

"Hehe, I don't know," I can't stop smiling.

"Hmm, I have an idea. I'll make a deal with you; if we win the tag team titles this Sunday then we celebrate by letting me pound my little foxy in the backside." He chuckles and rubs my sack.

"Hehe, I like that idea, but what if we don't win?"

"Then I will attach a collar and leash to you and refuse to let you free until you let me. Deal?" He smiles wide at me.

"Deal."