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Well, some people said that the little smut scene in the HH anniversary special was especially good, so out on a whim, I've decided to adapt that moment as a non-HH, non-canon, non-anything-but-sex standalone piece. The characters are different, the plot is different, but the core of the text is still the same. I decided that the story might be enjoyed by both HH readers and non-readers alike, and maybe the sex scene was worth wider distribution as well. So, if you get a sudden sense of déjà vu, don't get confused, just enjoy the read - I've added a few twists to make it count :P

As always, your feedback is appreciated, and will not only help me to improve my work, it will also help others to find these stories to enjoy as well.

Have a good read!

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Jackson woke up with a jump, startled by sounds coming from somewhere near, enough to rouse the lion from his sleep. He was sitting on a large armchair in the living room of the spacious apartment, the one that faced the oversized TV, dark, of course, as was the room except for the glow of city lights coming through the draped windows.

The lion blinked, letting his eyes adjust, and caught the sight of the shape in the doorway.

"Dylan?" the lion rumbled.

He could see the shape still, alerted by his voice, and then move again, followed by the sudden brightness of the lights being turned on. Jackson blinked several times and tried to adjust to the relatively soft glow of the numerous lamps that had come alive with the single flick of a button, illuminating the entire room.

The Rottweiler stared at him.

"Dylan!" Jackson yelped as he got up, the lapels of his unbuttoned jacket flying as he approached the Rottweiler standing still in the doorway. The lion stopped when he saw the blank expression on the Rottweiler's tired face, and felt his old fears flicker back alive, making his stomach churn.

"Jackson."

"Dylan," the lion breathed tentatively, looking at the canine carefully. He could not tell what he was thinking.

Dylan's ears flicked upon hearing his name being spoken, the big male blinked, still looking at the lion, quietly, without a word, standing all too still.

"Where were you?" Jackson asked. "I was so worried because you didn't answer the phone!"

"I had to think," the Rottweiler replied in a low, deep voice after a long pause. "I had to...I couldn't be there anymore."

"Are you alright?" Jackson whispered.

The Rottweiler shrugged.

"Dylan..."

"I'm damn tired," Dylan rumbled. "It's three in the morning, I have to sleep before work."

"I know," Jackson replied, unable to stop his voice from wavering, "I was so worried..."

"I told you," the Rottweiler in the suit grunted. "I needed time. to think"

"I'm sorry I argued..."

"I don't want to talk about it!" Dylan snapped.

Jackson could feel fear biting a trail along his neck, making his spine shiver as he looked at the Rottweiler's haughty features. The guilt, burning slowly in his belly, threatened to release itself in a burst of agony from the lion...but he held back. Not now, he told himself, not now that he had a proper chance at this.

"Oh..." the lion breathed.

Dylan's paw moved so quickly that for a mad moment Jackson thought that the Rottweiler was taking a punch at him, his ears jumping out of surprise and fear. The fingers did land on him, they sure did, but instead to cup his muzzle and yank it forward while Dylan's own muzzle came down, crashing to meet Jackson's in a kiss. His tongue forced itself into Jackson's muzzle and made a wet mess out of it, slipping and slobbering all around his gums, his own tongue, the very roof of his muzzle. Soon all he could taste was the Rottweiler, and the same could be said of his other sensuous experiences as well. Dylan's other paw grabbed the lion's shoulder and held him, locked into the kiss that was almost violent and left both of them panting by the time it was over.

"Mine," the Rottweiler grunted. "MINE!"

"I'm yours," the lion panted, "all the way..."

"I'll make sure you are," the Rottweiler grunted darkly as he paws along the lion's back, all the way to his rump which he squeezed roughly.

"Ahhhh..." Jackson moaned at the sensation, becoming aroused against his better judgment once again.

The Rottweiler pinned himself briefly against the wall before Jackson felt himself manipulated again, maneuvered and moved so that he found himself kneeling on all fours on the floor, Dylan hunched over him, slobbering against his neck while fumbling paws worked on his fly.

"Shouldn't we go to the...ahhhh...the bed?" Jackson moaned, unable to control his voice as he felt the Rottweiler ground his hips against his own vulnerable ass.

"No time," Dylan hissed into an ear which he then quickly bit between his teeth, causing Jackson to rear up and moan loudly, almost whimper under the intense sensation. "Gonna fuck you now...right here..."

The zipper was down and then Dylan's paws gripped on his hips roughly, pulling the pants down in one go, tugging the tail out of the way, the boxers going down to Jackson's ankles on a similar, quick movement that left him bare and exposed. Jackson was panting and felt almost delirious when he heard the clink clank of Dylan own belt buckles, the hacking sound of spitting, and the musk.....oh God, the musk...

"MINE!" Dylan snarled again, causing Jackson's ears to flatten even before a paw came down hard between his shoulder blades and pushed him down so that Jackson found himself all too suddenly face down and ass up on the floor, knees splayed and paws flat against the soft Persian rug. Another paw grabbed his tail and gave it a rough tug that made him yowl, but it was nothing to the sensation of a barely spit-slickened finger poking at his hole.

"AAAAHHHH....!"

Dylan let out a rough, masculine huff when he mounted the lion, one paw still pressing down on Jackson's back while he crouched, knees hugging the lion's fuzzy rump cheeks while he aligned himself and pushed his hard, throbbing cock down so that it pressed directly against the lion's vulnerable hole. He was glistening with spit but they both knew it'd be rough going, coming with spit-lube only.

It's what they wanted.

"AAHHHHHffffffuckshit..."

Jackson bit down on his paw when he felt the pressure, of the strong, heavy body crashing down on him, bringing that hot length under his tail and then inside him, thrust hard into him in a series of deep swings of Dylan's massive hips. The lion found himself taken roughly and with only cursory care for his comfort, the Rottweiler seemingly incoherent with desire.

"All mine," Dylan snorted, but his voice seemed to come from somewhere far away, beyond the heat and the insistent rhythm of his hips that began almost as soon as he was settled inside the lion's ass.

Jackson's muzzle worked on his paw, letting out incoherent sounds, moans, grunts and a few words that the Rottweiler couldn't wear, too busy simply hunching away at the lion's rear, driving himself in and out with hard, ball-slapping thrust that smacked against Jackson's own burning pair. The pain turned into pleasure, the discomfort from the rough positioning into sheer submissive joy, the burn...the guilt...all melting away in the near-catharsis of the pounding that turned him into the Rottweiler's bitch...a deserved position after what he did. He was Dylan's now, none else...none could come between them, not now that they were like this, together, passionate...right....

"AAaahhhhIloveyou" Jackson managed to mutter, his head rearing up while he took hard thrust into his other end.

Dylan's other paw landed on his neck. He yanked on the lion's mane and bit down on his neck, almost drawing blood with his vicious teeth as he took the lion into a rough mating bite, hips slamming down several times as he drove himself to the hilt inside the churning tunnel, his big knot locking them together just as both of them yowled, grunted and snorted in a novel combination of agony and pleasure. Jackson's surprisingly hard cock spluttered seed onto the rug, the lion suspended in mid-air, his eyes rolling back with pleasure and pain all coming together in a blinding burn.

His breaths came in pants, Dylan's burned on his neck, slowly subsiding into more gentle huffs. The massive canine remained on the mount, paws gripping on the lion's sides, still, immobile, slowly breathing...as he let his jaws relax. Jackson's head dipped down automatically, chin touching the carpet. His teeth clicked together and he let out a small grunt come gasp. He could feel the wetness spreading over his belly.

There were no words yet.

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