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Rei was dreaming. Dreaming of a world where money came out of nowhere. A land where he had loving parents, and Duncan was still in his life. That, of course, was a horrible fictitious fantasy that no one would be happy in, especially Rei. Rei realized this as he slept; the sensation of a purely white world horrified him. Rei had, if anything during his unique life, was an appreciation that hardships define ones character, and while he would be the first to admit he had one of the harder hands to deal with before he met Duncan he wouldn't want to exchange that life for anything, it made him the man he was today. For the most part, Rei had no self doubt or insecurity about his character.

"Mizzter." A voice from the front echoed.

"Mrf," The sound of a snoozing raccoon in the back sounded. "Whatdda want?"

"We are here." The sound from the Russian doberman made him wake up a little bit more, triggering some organ in his body to give the raccoon strength to open eyes and turn ears forward. Those still blue eyes moved about silently as he remembered where he was going: He was in a cab and leaving Manhattan island, heading into Brooklyn to meet up with someone who could potentially help. He'd been on a mission and then captured, raped, and then after a pleasant stroll down memory lane he had got himself free and back into mainstream society.

"Oh, right." Rei said with a quiet yawn, sitting up and stretching his arms as high as the low cab ceiling would allow, fingers splaying along the padded ceiling and claws extending, though with a force of effort they did not grip the material and pull.

What was he, a cat?

Rei looked outside the window, seeing a building infront of him. It was one of those old brick buildings tourists couldn't get enough of, and a lot of natives; it almost looked like a throwback from the Industrial Revolution, a time of gilded expansion and almost non-existent immigration laws. Rei was almost sure that was the time in American history where his own ancestry entered the melting pot. The building was old looking but with a modern, which Rei knew for certain. He'd been in the building more than once, and the owner did not like working with stove heating and plumbing that hardly worked. Hell, the owner couldn't withstand anything slower than a DSL internet connection. The obvious sign this building out of time had been updated with modern necessaries was the three satellite dishes ontop of the roof, just barely able to be seen from the position the cab was on the sidewalk. He could tell one was for television but the other two were not, their shapes were different and far bigger than the small gray receiver. He figured the owner of the building had access to technology he was not supposed to have. Rei liked that.

"MIZZTER!" The sound of the doberman infront echoed in his ears, causing him to wince. He was still tired and now very hungry, and the accent was beginning to make his hackles raise. "Pay up!"

The 'coon sighed and fished out the wallet from his pocket and removed the remaining hundred dollars. He slipped it into the glass slit then and looked to the doberman, a smile crossing his face. "Keep the change, Sputnik."

The doberman, who had just received an approximate 70 dollar tip did not register the joke to his race and just nodded his head. "Thank you, mizzter." The dog sounded very happy, and he should. Rei just forked over the last greenback he had on his person. It wasn't his money, but Harding still owed him. He figured the military could pay for his cab fair anyhow. Rei opened the door slowly and climbed out, instantly blasted with the cold oxygen and wind. He grunted as he tugged the flaps of his new black trench coat more over his broad shoulders, hunkering down and flattening his ears. The cold usually put him in a dour mood, but he was about to drop in on an old friend, and he needed to be happy and polite lest he be thrown out on his ass for some stupid remark. Rei, ever the adult now, had a bad habit of letting his mouth fly when he wasn't in his comfort zone.

The raccoon headed over to the doorway, walking up the stone stepped stoop and to the wooden door that was clearly fake. It was too new looking, the glass fixtures that would have decorated the door not two decades ago were gone. The wood was faux and probably hiding the fact that the door was reinforced steel, or maybe even better. Those green (blue) eyes moved to look at the doorbell and grinned. He had to remember the proper code to gain entry, and make sure the man in question didn't come brandishing some firearm. He knew his friend was reclusive, and a bit paranoid, but still a friend.

Rei's finger depressed the ringer button in a set pattern; three sharp rings, two slower ones, five fast ones, and after a three second pause, one. Time seemed to drag on for the hero as he just stood out in the cold. Could his friend be gone? Could his friend even be dead? He knew there was a chance, his friend was not the most social of creatures except in his own little bubble and always ignored the door if it rang wrong. Rei was tempted to pick the lock and get in, but that would be risky. The owner had a rather odd fixation with firearms and would not hesitate to shoot and ask questions later.

Right as Rei was about to pull out the hidden pick in his pocket, there was several heavy clicks and sliding sounds as the door began to unlock. Tumblers were turning and bolts withdrawing, making the door able to open. Rei would have had one hell of a time breaking in through the front door, but he was confident he could have done it, there was no lock that could not be picked.

The door quickly swung open, and Rei saw the man he hadn't for almost a year.Collin "Garrison" Monroe stood at the doorway. Rei and he were eye level, which made it easier on the both of them. Garrison was not a wolf as many people assumed, but a Siberian Husky with a bit of wolf in him from a grandfather way back in his gene pool. He was broad shouldered, though not as tall as most wolves were. He hit the gym, his own gym that is, more than once a week, and the tank-top he wore even in this blasted weather showed this; his biceps and triceps, exposed for the eye to see were nicely defined, and the narrowing straps of cloth that climbed up along his shoulders revealed that he had a nice chest; firm pecs at the very least. Garrison's eyes were also an icy blue that a lot of people loved, Rei included. The contacts he had in cast his own green eyes to appear as if they were deep ocean blue, but the ice blue? It was almost impossible to replicate that color onto a pair of contacts. What covered the lower portion of the Siberian's body was a pair of pajama bottoms with the words "Fuck the Internet" on them in various fonts, colors, and going various directions. Garrison was also a deep steely blue with a sharp white undercoat. A big black nose topped it all off, not including the naughty bits hidden in the pajamas and the sharp white teeth that decorated his interior muzzle.

This man, in front of him, had been the only other person in Rei's life whom he'd had a crush on and a rather wild weekend with when he was 20.

Thanks to what Harding had done, mostly reminded his body about how good sexual acts could be, the good looks that crossed Garrison's figure were not lost on the young thief. A shot of pleasure shot down his spine and to his groin, Rei's eyes having gone wide as he felt blood flow begin to shift toward his sheath. He was responding normally to good looking men again, and that made him squirm. He had spent so long just gliding by after Duncan...well, after Duncan left his life, and now it was as if he was a teenager again, being driven by the desires and urges of his penis. It made the interior of his ears turn a sharp shade of crimson as he stood there, looking right at Garrison, who seemed to have just rolled out of bed.

"Rei?" The voice of a tired dog sounded as he stared into the face of someone he hadn't seen in over a year. A long, drawn out yawn left his muzzle as his tongue lopped out of the side of his muzzle, pink and long, glistening in his saliva as it hung outside for a moment before being slurped back in. "Rei! It is you, you mother fucker." And before Rei knew it a fist launched to him.

Rei's reactionary skills were there; he slipped to the side and moved past Garrison, into the warm house, though his foot had shot between Garrison's over extended leg and tripped the sleepy canine. The dog made a yelping sound as he began to fall forward. Rei, being the kind man that he was, grabbed his friend by the back of his shirt and hauled him back inside before he fell, using his foot again to slam the door shut. The raccoon huffed and let Garrison go.

"You know better than to fight someone when you're tired."

"Yeah, yeah, I know man. Still, I owe you one for poppin' me that time at that club." Garrison snorted, waking up more as he looked to the friend of his whom he just tried to punch. "What the fuck you doing here? You ain't showed up on my doorstep in over a year. What the fuck, man? You think its cool to ignore your friends like that?"

The comment hurt, the swears not withstanding of course. Rei sighed. "I was doing a lot of soul searching and tried to close myself off. It's water under the bridge, Gar. I may have a problem and I had no one else to turn to."

The dog's eyes widened. Rei and Duncan, when they had been partners, never admitted when they got into messes. Duncan was always able to get them out of things, but Rei alone, this was diferent. Rei did not admit things like that often and made him take the raccoon a hell of a lot more seriously than he had a few moments ago.

"What happened?"

Rei told him, going about the mission an exec in DC wanted him to break into NuTech, working with Drew for a satellite up-link to send the data, being knocked out by a hypersonic pulse, and then waking up in the tender embrace of Captain Harding.

"Wait. WAIT WAIT WAIT. The fucker raped your ass?" Garrison said, they were in the hallway still, Garrison perched on one of the steps that led to his second floor. The dog rubbed the side of his muzzle, quirking a brow at his friend. "I know I ain't the best person in the world, but even if I was raped, man, I would be fuckin' messed up over it all. You seem cooler than a cucumber."

"Well," Rei began, looking away with a flush. How to word this? "Its like, it opened a floodgate. I remembered a lot; mostly about Duncan and my first time. It felt like him, but that's none of your business. I could be repressing the idea I got raped, but for the most part I've moved on. I'm not going to get pregnant and I seriously doubt a man like Harding has an STD. I guess I just moved on quicker than most."

"Well, that's Rei-Rei for ya." Garrison was grinning, almost ear to ear. "Duncan always said you bounced back from pain and problems better than anyone he ever knew. Fuckin' didn't believe him until I took that bullet outta your arm. You were doin' push-ups almost two weeks later." Rei grinned, arms crossed and shrugging over his shoulder then. He liked compliments, and he liked Garrison. The attitude the dog had was refreshing at the very least, and made him regret going a year without talking to him. Talking with Garrison made him feel a hell of a lot more relaxed and confident in his present situation. Rei told him the rest of the story, including the cab ride.

"So, what ya need from me?"

"I need you to get my life back online. I can't risk doing it myself. Harding admitted my place was being observed, and I don't know how intensely that is, or even if its true. I need you to go in, hack my files and funnel money and emails to a new safe house, maybe something by the river. I need to vanish. I'd ask Drew, but I'm going to bet he's not taking calls right now. Oh, I need a new cell phone too, one with one of those nice anti-hack chips in them. Need an ID and everything, Gar. And, when you're done with all that, a blood test?"

Garrison was a doctor, though he hardly looked like one. He'd been a military officer in the Navy when he was just 18, and spent a lot of time studying medicine. He was a great field medic but also a great computer geek. Rei was good, but Garrison and Drew were the obsessive types; the ones who spent thousands on new technology to try it out, and go to extremes Rei n ever did. He had a very valuable friend in Garrison and hoped the dog wouldn't throw him out on his ass.

Garrison, meanwhile, sighed and rubbed the top of his head. "Ya know that's no small order, Rei-Rei. That shit takes time and money. I can front ya though, cause you got a nice ass." Garrison gave Rei a wink.

That made the raccoon flush and look away, clearing his throat. "You know I'm good for it, Garr. Have I ever stiffed you?"

"Once."

"NOT THAT!" Rei was beat red now, huffing as he let a bit of his emotion own. The dog was grinning, and then broke into laughter at the way his friend reacted to the comment. Rei was adorable.

"Okay, okay, I getcha. I can do it. You can crash here until I get it all setup. Don't go outside unless I say so. You can wear some of my stuff. Could take a day or two. I gotta get in there and see whose watchin' you. Why do they want you anyway?"

"Hell if I know. Harding mentioned he had a job for me, but I wasn't told the details. I guess they want me to do something so big they can't turn internally for it. I know I'm good but I always figured the FBI, CIA, NSA, etc., would be much better than me."

"Maybe they don't want to risk one of their fuckin' operatives on a fuckin' kamikaze mission, yo." Garrison said. That made Rei's blood go cold. He shivered and shook his head, his hands smoothing over the top of his head. That was not a conclusion he wanted to draw, but it seemed very true in the long run. He licked his lips then as he turned to his friend and huffed. He felt words like that shouldn't have been spoken, but then Garrison had hardly any tact.

"Eh. Lets not dwell on that possibility. I'm hungry. Can I make us breakfast?" Rei was trying to change the subject. Perhaps Garrison could find something out from the few traces the military had sunk into him and give him a clue as to the people who were after him.

"Oh. Never expected Ms. Conner to come make me breakfast," Garrison said with a smirk, standing up on the steps and stretching his arms up into the air, popping a few joints in his spine. "Yeah, yeah. Somethin' nice though since you're a fuckin' jerk though." Garrison did not mean this, and Rei knew that. But the touch guy attitude, the uncaring bastard, was who Garrison liked to pretend to be even if Rei knew otherwise.

"You know I can make a mean omelet."

"Meanest ever, Rei-Rei." Garrison said as he scratched his stomach with a set of four claws on four fingers, not bothering to use his thumb. He padded down the hallway toward one of his many computer rooms and hit the light. "Ya know where the fuckin' kitchen is, ring ass."

About thirty minutes later Rei had made them breakfast, one of his favorites; a ham and egg omelet. He also found bacon in the expansive fridge in the kitchen and some white bread for toast. Spreading some of that fake butter that's smooth the moment you open it onto the pieces of toast, he carried the two plates down the hallway and into the computer room he'd seen Garrison vanish into.

The computer room, or Central Command, as Garrison once called it jokingly, was a nice setup; homemade computers, about ten in all, were lining the four walls, with three central computers in the middle. Rei looked up and saw flat panel television sets on

the walls, some of them hooked up to the computers, others to television news stations. He wondered if his friend was going off the deep end and thinking that he alone could stop the wars from happening, or protect himself if there was a bomb dropping. The lights were on and Garrison was seated at the central three computers, clicking away with the mouse and typing commands into the keyboard. Rei moved deeper into the room and looked at the monitors, which seemed to show the world satellite network on orbit on one monitor, and then the money transaction flow of the world economy. His friend was becoming far too interested in the inner workings of the world. Rei knew taking on the world was not a task for one man, and certainly not himself.

"Here's some chow." Rei put the plate next to Garrison, nudging a can of energy drink to the side. He huffed. "You know that stuff is bad for you."

"Yeah," Garrison said, picking up a fork and stabbing a good portion of the omlete and quickly shoveling it into his muzzle. "So is booze and weed, and I ain't dead yet."

" 'Yet' being the keyword."

"Aw, don't be such a fuckin' downer. I know ya don't do that shit, but I don't force my lifestyle habits on ya, you shouldn't force 'em on me." Garrison, sometimes, was a world of wisdom.

"Touche, Gar. What have you found out?" Rei was quietly chewing on a piece of bacon, having pulled a seat up to the computer.

"Eh, nothin' much. Just regular listening attemps, monitoring of high dollar currency transactions to your banks, your place is

being watched by at least one NSA satellite though. The feds want ya, but for what, Iunno. I'll have to keep working, but we'll probably have to go to a military guy who has access to shit I simply don't. Even Drew can't hack the NSA or CIA."

"Why not? He and you are supposed to be two of the best." Rei was not a hacker, beyond simple password nab and grab, the stuff Garrison and Drew could do would make heads spin ten times over, and land them in federal prison a million times over.

"Back in the early 90's, you know, when kids were hackin' the Pentagon and shit? The military recruited them instead of sending them to jail. Not happenin' anymore. Feds wised up and realized if they didn't want to be hacked they would have to be a step ahead of the industry. They have in house developers of software now, and even hardware. Computers they got in there are unheard of. Rumor is they're tryin' to switch to their own OS. Iunno though, not my thing to go shoving my nose under the tail of big brother."

"Shit." Rei said, shaking his head. What the hell did the government want him for?

"Deep shit. Let me get ya setup nice and easy, and then we'll go talk to one of my old navy buddies. He's still military, but he talks for cash and can get to systems we can't. If we pay up."

"I'm not sure if I should say "money is no object" here, but I'm not sure, Garr. I want to know why the feds want me, if not to arrest me. I want to know how they found out so much about time, too. I thought I was slippery, a ghost. I thought someone had made me a spook in the fed database."

"I thought Duncan said if anyone tried to look ya up, they would be hit with endless classified files. I guess that ain't happenin' anymore. You know with modern tech these days its easier to get caught, especially with ya stealin' physical property."

"I stay up to date on current spy and anti-theft technology. I guess people just pieced it together. There's a lot of data on me if people dig in the right spots, or some client of mine talked. Oh well, I plan to lay low until this blows over anyway. I'm sorry for getting you involved, Garrison."

"AW FUCK!" Garrison said, finishing his omelet and turning to Rei. "Rei, fuck this melodrama bullshit. You're my friend and I want to help you, stop thankin' me. I know you'd do the same if I was in trouble." Garrison went back to typing, shaking his head

a bit. "Rei, I don't mind, really. I'm happy you're back. You seem so much better these days."

The normal tone, the lack of slang and accent, and the removal of cursing surprised Rei. He smiled and touched his friend's shoulder. "I'm glad I came to my senses finally. If I ever get in a rut like that again, smack me one."

"Oh, you promise? Swear I can beat ya?"

"Depends on your definition of beat, but yeah. Smack me silly." Rei said with a grin, seeing Garrison grin right back.

"Ya know, this is gonna take awhile. You can use my bed to sleep, you look tired. I'll check on you in a few hours. Or sooner if I find anything that you need to see right away."

"Thanks Gar, I think I will hit the hay." Rei stood up from where he'd been sitting and without a word, headed for the stairs. Rei climbed the stairs slowly, looking around. The building hadn't changed at all. The lack of artwork and plants not withstanding, Rei knew Garrison liked things to stay the same in his own little bubble. Normalcy was what kept the husky going, and Rei had to remember that.

Rei went into the master bedroom, which was a room closed off by two wooden double doors. Inside was, of all things, Gar's bedroom. The room had a large queen sized bed with a canopy over it, black sheets hung down low, and inside there was a draw one could pull to close the sheets around the bed. Once, Rei had asked Gar about why he had such an odd bed, and the only answer he'd received was that he simply liked it.

The floor was riddled with old clothing, dirty clothing, worn clothing. Garrison was a slob, but not overly so. The room did not smell and the sheets did look clean. There was a plasma TV on the far wall, a dresser, a large walk in closet and a bathroom off to the side. Rei figured it was better than nothing, and closed the door as he walked in behind him. Rei was looking forward to getting some sleep and was not going to quibble over Garrison's cleaning habits, he was going to enjoy himself and get at least a solid eight hours of sleep if he could. He began to undress, hanging his coat up on a hook but let his jeans and shirt fall to the floor. He knew what would be his and what wouldn't be his and what would when he woke up in the morning, or evening, whenever he decided to open his eyes. Rei moved to the edge of the bed in only his boxer briefs, but then paused. Garrison was hardly a prude, and probably wouldn't care. Rei slipped down those boxer briefs then, standing there naked for a moment before he just flicked hsi tail and crawled his way into the bed, slipping the covers back and inserting his legs under them. Rei curled up nice and tight against the warm bed, and now, safe in the home of his friend, free and knowing things were going to be all right.

Within moments, blackness curled around Rei's vision as he fell into a deep, long sleep.

"Mnf." Rei said as he began to squirm in the bed, something was waking him up.

Rei shifted his wight, feeling the sheets taught against his form, and even in his dazed, sleep filled mind, he could tell he had some mid day variation of a morning wood. He had been curled up quite wonderfully, but the sensation of the sheets against his

firm body was hard to ignore. Rei just sighed and laughed, though when he felt something else, he gasped.

There was a wet, slurping sensation over the head of his erection, the wet sensation of a tongue actually. Rei moaned as a hand shot under the pillow, clutching it tightly in his hand as the tongue began to flick over the head of his member, finding the tight little compact nerve center right at the base of the head below the slit, and licked back and forth, then in a circle. The sensation made the young man moan as pleasure shot down along his shaft and into his form, making his testicles quiver with anticipation, the skin relaxing so his orbs hung much lower than if he had been cold. He knew he felt the entire erection, he was very hard, and whatever was licking him was making it almost impossible to sleep.

"Mnf.. Garrison, what do you think you're doing?" Rei asked with an open eyes, looking down to see the steely blue husky under the sheets, his tail poking out from the back, and his head above Rei's groin. To answer his question, Garrison slurped the whole length into his muzzle and began to bob his head slowly, sloppily, making a wet sound echo into the bedroom. Rei moaned softly, his head rolling back onto the pillow, stomach muscles flexing as those warm lips bobbed up and down a shaft that had not had any oral pleasure on it in years.

After a few more moments of letting the wet, sloppy mouth bob going along his length until it slipped off, and Garrison pushed off the sheets to show he was indeed out of his own clothing, naked as the day he was born. Rei's eyes were able to glance down and see a rather thick, crimson shaft jutting away from his friend's body, the head glistening a bit in slippery precum. His eyes shifted to his own length. He saw his crimson length, soaked in Garrison's saliva and what he could only assume was his own precum. He figured Garrison had been doing this awhile to him since he felt harder than he had in a long time, including his time with Captain Harding.

"Well," Garrison said as he began to glide his petal pink tongue up and down along the heavy coon cock, flicking along the pointed tip as he let the soft muscles tease those nerves. "You've been gone a year, seemed to be pretty tense but also liked what you saw in me, I figured I'd help you loosen up, and this way is so much better than asking if you want to fuck."

"I don't know if this was the best idea--AH!" Rei moaned out loud as he felt the hot mouth once more seal over his cock head, suckling along the sensitive nerves while one of Garrison's hands played with his testicles, tugging along those balls gently, petting along the downy soft fur along them and continue to coax him on. Rei's back arched, his foot coming up and curling around Garrison's waist, breathing harder with his head rolled back, the hand under his pillow moving now to grip the headboard behind him. Rei had to focus, trying not to release just yet.

Finally, when he felt himself begin to calm down and not feel the heavy draw of pleasure, his eyes opened and looked down to garrison, who was kneeling between his legs, the one hand on his balls, and the other along his own prick, masturbating himself so he could keep the semi continuing stream of his precum flowing out of the cock head.

"Well," Rei began, breathing harder as he looked down to his friend bobbing up and down along his cock head, which made him shudder in pleasure. He sighed again as he found the power to speak. "You going to stay there, or fuck me?"

"Nope." Garrison said, grinning a bit as he slurped his muzzle off the raccoon's heavy cock, glancing up to his friend. "I'm going to let you fuck me."

"What?" Rei was still almost half asleep when he heard that, but the actions of Garrison made it very clear what the husky had in mind.

The Siberian husky crawled from between Rei's legs, moving so he was straddling right above Rei's stomach, hovering his body on his knees like that, his erection hanging in front of him, right between Rei's pectoral muscles. The raccoon grinned and moved his

hand, figuring the big husky wanted a hand-job, and curled his hand around that crimson length, giving it a few strokes. Garrison shuddered, but quickly pried Rei's hand off his cock.

"Give me a minute to get settled, Rei."

Garrison took a deep, long breath as he scooted his way backwards then as he moved a hand behind him, curling is hand around the base of Rei's erection. He held onto it tightly then as he began to bend his knees, sliding his way downward then. Both men

gasped as Rei's soakin wet dick pressed against the flexing muscles of Garrison's tight ring. With a bit of effort on Garrison's

part, the motion downward began to increase as he slid downwards, the muscles flexing as he felt Rei's cock pierce that ring, Rei moaning in pleasure as he felt the body slide downwards along his length, the wet sound of the added lubrication Garrison had added with the use of his tongue, lips, and his own precum making a wet, squishing sound until he had slid all the way down along Rei's length. Both males let out a pleasured sigh.

Rei's hands moved again, about the same time that Garrison's did. Rei's hand slid and curled around that cock hanging away from Garrison's body. The other began to move up along his thigh and over those hard muscles along his body, lazily tracing along that stomach. Garrison's hands moved to steady to steady himself, his back straight and high, feeling the heavy length deep within him as he held his body in such a way that would make the most of the erotic sensations about to come forth.

Garrison began to slide upwards, making both males take a deep breath, Garrison rising up until he was nearly off of Rei's length, the head still barely inside his tight body then. He then began to slide downwards, feeling his body tighten up as Rei's length pieced his interior walls, moaning in pleasure. Rei's hand, which had been furiously jerking his friend off, began to move in motion with the bouncing sensation in his lap, going slow since that was what Garrison was doing.

"Fuck..." Garrison said, moaning out loud as he purposefully began to go slow, but now, he sped up, moving his body in such a way that increased pleasure between them. As he began to set a speedier pace, though hardly the fastest, he rose up, and with about

half of Rei's erection burried within his tight walls, he gyrated his hips, pushing the head of Rei's erection in a tight circle along his walls, which pressed against muscle and nerves that didn't normally have such pressure applied to them in such strength. This motion made Rei groan out loud, his hands gripping into the white fur along hsi friends stomach region, shuddering in blissful, erotic pleasure as the gyrating made his cock head tingle with erotic joy and wonderful pleasure. Rei finally gasped for air, realizing now he had been holding his breath as his friend began to ride him.Garrison began to move quicker, bobbing up and down, bouncing like a toy as he pleasured the both of them, feeling the wonderful erotic bliss of sleeping with his old friend again. The husky stopped now and then, gyrating his hips once more with only a small portion of Rei's cock still within him, though now and again he did it with a great deal of that cock buried. Rei felt rivets of sweat began to trickle down along Garrison's chest, feeling the small beads hit his finger along his abs, though Rei's gliding hand, along with the one on his penis, pushed it into the fur and made it soak it up. Rei's own body began to sweat, the room felt like an oven, though it was probably from their movements, Garrison's heavy bouncing along his cock and the bucking hips of his as he tried to bury it deep within.

"Gonna...Gonna..." Rei managed to moan out loud, his head raised. He felt the heavy body bouncing even faster now, Garrison not holding back anymore in his speed, and Rei felt it should be the signal to not hold back the pleasure deep within. He lifted his

head, his hand furiously masturbating the wonderful cock attached to Garrison as he hit his climax, his orgasm washing over him like a tsunami of pleasure, the first willing sex he'd had in so long, it was amazing! His cock throbbed pressed deep within Garrison, flexing and pulsing, before it finally heaved, and errupted in wonderful bliss. Hot ropes of his raccoon seed sprayed upwards into the waiting, hungry husky. He came more and more, losing count at four spurts before he simply relished in wonderful erotic pleasure.

Garrison, after a simply taking a few longer moments of bouncing in his lap, and an added help from Rei's hand, he came as well with a howl befitting any respectable canine. His length errupted, more sputs of his canine cream fired free of that glistening penis, and thankfully Rei did something to enhance the effect even more. Rei had his head up now and managed to let his face catch the hot globs of semen, watching as his seed splashed against the black mask that washed over the coon's eyes. Some splashed

against his muzzle, lips and nose, Rei's mouth opening then and taking in the delicious bit of husky cream until he too ended his eruption, the remaining bits of husky seed landing on Rei's chest and flat stomach.

For a moment, the two of them just laid and sat there, breathing so wonderfully happily in bliss, their eyes had lidded and bodies warm and tingly, bathed in seed and sweat, but all the more entirely fulfilling for the both of them. Garrison fell forward

gently, pressing his chest against Rei's messy, and then pressed his lips against his cheek.

"Missed you, coon." Garrison breathed, Rei's very hard length still buried within him.

"Missed ya too, Garrison." Rei said as he moved his lips to kiss Garrison softly, arms curled around him and holding tight.

Before Rei could remember though, he felt that blackness slipping across his eyes, and while holding onto Garrison he simply fell asleep, not worrying about anything other than if Garrison would still be there when he woke up.

To be Continued...