A Fateful Encounter
Hello everyone! Well, with my part in Forbidden, and all things associated, I haven't had much time or mental stamina left for working on this story, even though it has been a long time in the making. (I.E. I've wanted to, but have been far to lazy to actually write anything) Regardless; down below is something that I've wanted to try for some time...and although I do have plans for other chapters, until I actually find out what people think, they will simply sit and gather virtual dust! Because that is possible of course...sorta... well anyway, make sure to tell me what you think, and I hope you all enjoy! And a big thanks to Frost for making sure everything turned out alright!
Warning--Seeing as this is in the M/M section...there IS going to be sex of some nature. So, if you're here, you know what you want, and you can make your own decisions.
Chapter 1--A Fateful Encounter
Takashi sat in the back of the room, tapping his pen lazily to the music pounding in his ears. It was already about eight thirty and no teacher had shown up, so, while the rest of the class scampered off to their own little 'crowds' he had simply pulled out his MP3 player. Hey, what better to do when you have...well, nothing to do at all! With none of his friends in this history class he really didn't have anyone to hang out with; other than Sarah, the apparently attractive cheetah, but damn-it...if she just doesn't shut up.
The young fox jumped slightly at the intrusion into the classroom, Mr. Beard, the school principal, a slightly pudgy badger, walked in, his mere presence commanding total silence...he was a bit of an ass. Takashi quickly hid the earphones, letting out a small sigh of relief that he had kept the actual player in his pocket; for some reason the school was crazy strict on that sorta thing.
"Good morning class, as you've probably already noticed, Mrs. Jones isn't here today...she has a bad...infection of sorts." He shook his head a little, as if trying to forget the visual images that the phone call had obviously imprinted on his mind. He looked back up quickly, "Er--Like I was saying. She's sick, so we had to call in a substitute. Now it was short notice, so you'll have to forgive him if he doesn't follow the dress code entirely."
At that moment, an artic wolf, who couldn't have been older than twenty something padded into the room, proving Mr. Beard was very right about the dress code. Baggy jeans, a tight white tee shirt (had it not been for the slight gray of his fur, he would have looked topless all together) and a pair of sun glasses to boot. What was he? Some kind of solder? Takashi gulped at the thought of someone WORSE than Mrs. Jones...this one could feasibly call you out and gut you for sticking gum under your desk. The wolf walked in, leaning slightly against the desk in the front of the room with his arms crossed, allowing everyone to get a better look at him; it wasn't sure...but he might have been doing it on purpose. He was big, even for wolves, probably about six feet tall, trim, well defined muscles that more than filled out the one-size-too-small shirt, and a demeanor that he could break you in half if you pissed him off.
"This is Mr. Nikolaev, he'll be teaching this class for the remainder of the week; I believe that means that everyone in here will have him for two classes a day, so I suggest that you show him some respect and be on your best behavior."
"Yes Sir..." A uniform answer from the class...form all those who weren't petrified enough to actually say something in the presence of their new overlord.
"Alright then!" The plump principal turned to the wolf. "Uh, Mrs. Jones didn't have time to create a substitute plan; she'll have one by tomorrow for the rest of the week, but for now, just collect their homework and give them some work to do out of the text book." The wolf only nodded in agreement, as Mr. Beard turned and walked to the door. "Oh, and feel free to send any of them my way, we don't have much lenience for rule breaking." And with that, he was gone.
The room was silent for a long time, no one willing or wanting to say anything for fear of...well... death most likely. The silence continued to build as the wolf at the front of the room studied his class, let out a sigh and took of his sunglasses, revealing his piercing forest green eyes. "Alright...listen up." His voice was deep and strong, cutting through the silence and commanding respect. "Seeing as I really don't have any ACTUAL plan for today, I'm going to let you guys off easy. I'm not going to collect homework, and I'm not going to give you some 'busy work'." He paused for a moment, the idea of no work sinking in. "But, I want you to stay quiet, you can talk to nearby people quietly, but no one's moving." He chuckled softly and ran a paw through his headfur, "And at least TRY and look like you're doing something constructive, you know...pull out a completed worksheet, open the book to a random page, something of that sort." After his little regulation speech, he sat down on the large chair behind the desk and leaned back; he had put his glasses back on, so no one was really sure...but it looked like he was just going to sleep. Takashi decided that this was the coolest furson that he had ever met.
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The class continued on without much of any event, Mr. Nikolaev had let most of the class do what they want, in fact...he had barley even said anything the entire class. It was almost a sure thing that he had simply fallen asleep, no one wanted to ask...but everyone was fairly sure. Takashi had stayed out of everything, leaving when the bell rang, and decidedly not making a show of himself like he usually did in Mrs. Jones class. Hey, everyone needed some comical value that early in the morning...right?
"Takashi!" The fox turned to see his friend Mitchell, a relatively good looking rabbit, running up to him. Mitchell was a nice enough guy, he stood about 5' 11"; a few inches taller than Takashi, strong form, and relatively popular with the girls. He had been on the swim team for nearly four years, and was one of the best. Hence the good looks. The rabbit skidded to a stop in front of the fox, "Hey, my folks and I are going out to Madison Lake this weekend, it's a nice long one so we'd be staying out there a while. You interested in coming?"
Takashi smiled a little and shook his head, "Nah, thanks anyway, but I just got way to much shit going on, just...y'know...some stuff I need to do.
Mitchell tilted his head, one of his long ears tilting to the side a little, "Stuff?" He thought for a moment and grinned a bit, "You have a date don't you?" His head snapped back up as he leaned forward, tapping a foot. "Come on! Who is he? And why haven't I met him yet?? What, do I embarrass you now?"
Takashi blushed under his fur and clamped a paw to his friend's mouth, "Quiet you!" He looked around a little, his ears pressed down tight; luckily the hall was mostly empty. He looked back to the bunny, "Jeez, do you think you could be a bit quieter about that?? You know I'm not 'out' yet..."
The rabbit chuckled and crossed his arms, smiling a wide grin, "I guess I forgot!"
Mitchell was the only one of Takashi's friends that knew he was gay...the only one that he really felt would stick by him; and had known for some time. It was sometime in the seventh grade that he had told him, at the time, Takashi had never been so scared. But Mitchell had barely reacted at all, he had just shrugged, continued playing whatever Playstation game that they had rented and asked if he had a boyfriend yet. Of witch Takashi didn't have...nor has had to this day.
The fox shook his head and sighed, "No...Still no boyfriend, but that's not the point!" He grumbled slightly and began to walk with Mitchell to his next class, "I just have too much stuff to do is all, I'm really sorry...maybe some other time?"
The rabbit nodded and smiled, "Sure thing!" The bell rang, causing both their fur to stand on end. "Shit!!" Mitchell took off into a run, waving back at his friend, "I'll see you at lunch! Later!" He turned a corner.
Takashi stood in the empty hallway, and waved slightly, talking to no one, "Yeah...later." He looked down, adjusting his backpack and signing a little. Things to do...things... He looked up, one ear tilted to the side and his whiskers twitching, "SHIT! Class!" He bolted down the hall, virtually skidding into the art room and slamming into the overhead, which promptly fell on him, pinning him to the ground. He grinned up at the young panther that stood over him, tapping her foot lightly. "Hiya Mrs. M!! You know...they need to warn people when they wax the floor...at...nine thirty..."
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A few hours later, Takashi was in English, his last period and coincidentally the same room as his first hour, same massive brick shithouse of a teacher as well! All be it a much more talkative one. Apparently Mrs. Jones had a little pre-set study plan for this Psychology, for emergencies supposedly.
"Alright--so supposedly Sigmund believed that..." The same deep smooth voice that was there this morning, radiated throughout the room. Although handing out papers, the wolf had almost immediately started a debate throughout the classroom; for being a substitute, he was an excellent teacher, giving more information than Mrs. Jones on subjects that they had been going over for weeks. Takashi smiled softly, blushing under his fur; he was really cute too...built like a brick shit house and scary...but cute. The high pitched ringing of the bell jerked the fox out of his daydream and caused him to yelp a little.
Blinking, Mr. Nikolaev stared at the fox for a second then spoke up, addressing the entire class, "Well! That's it! See you tomorrow everyone!" With that, he picked up some books and walked out of the room before anyone else, leaving them alone in the room.
Takashi followed his teacher's tail out through the door, being in the front row, he was able to do that without fear of being caught, then stood up and stretched, letting out a soft yawn--school was way too boring for it's own good--even if it put on a nice little show--he chuckled to himself and slung his backpack over his shoulder, padding out of the classroom. This weekend, he thought to himself, first thing Friday night...everything will be just fine.
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Friday would be a day he'd never look at the same.
"...BULLSHIT!! No son of mine is going to be a fucking FAG!!..."
"...Get out of my house--I never want to look at you again..."
"...Do you think I care where you go?..."
"...Just go get laid--I'm sure a slut like you can find someplace to stay for the night..."
"...I said...GET OUT!..."
Blankly, Takashi stood staring out into the pouring rain, the only thing protecting him the flimsy overhang of the closed café. It had taken him nearly an hour to walk into the city--where else could he go? He couldn't go to any of his other friends--what would he tell them? And Mitchell...Mitchell wouldn't even be back for another three days. With a soft, whimpering sigh the moist fox overturned a chair and sat, looking through his backpack, the one thing he managed to take before his father literally threw him out into the rain. A few packs of crackers, a shirt, bottled water, the few school books that hadn't been tossed out onto the floor in his panic, and a few other useless items. He zipped up the depressing display quickly and opened up his wallet. Forty dollars. He smiled weakly and shakily. At least he wouldn't starve yet...hell, he might even be able to find someone that'd let him stay with them for that much.
Not now though. He looked up to the red and white tarp, listening to the patter of rain. It was getting closer to midnight; the one-sided argument had taken nearly two hours. Even if he could stomach some food--the only places that would be open would be somewhere more inside the town, and frankly enough--he didn't feel like walking in the rain anymore. He was soaked to the bone enough as it was. He shook lightly and got off some of the excess water. "Where do they want me to go?" He said absentmindedly to himself. "Where the hell do they think I can go?!" He folded his arms on the table and began to cry softly--almost surprised--he didn't think that he had any tears left.
"Well...what do we have here?"
Jumping, Takashi whirled around, the chair clattering to the ground as he stood up. Leaning against the wall that cornered the alley there stood two men, a badger and a very large bull. Normally--the little fox would have enjoyed a situation like this--at least--in his fantasies. But this was obviously not one of his 'don't worry--I'll take care of you' daydreams. He gulped and took a step back, bumping into the table.
"Aw, Ben," The slightly chunky bull looked down at the badger who was grinning sinisterly, "He looks scared." The bull looked back and grinned, "Don't you worry foxy, we're not going to hurt you--provided you play along."
Gulping again, Takashi nervously rubbed his arm, "W-what do you want?"
Taking a step past his friend, maybe partner, the badger spoke up in a raspy voice, "Anything and everything, boy. Just hand over everything you got and you can go."
Shaking his head, Takashi grasped the strap to his backpack, "Please--I don't have anything else...I just...please, let me go."
The badger, Ben, flattened his ears and squinted his already beady eyes and snorted, obviously he wasn't in the mood for these kinds of games this late at night. "Randy, just take the kid down. We don't have time for this."
Before he could even protest--or give up--Takashi was falling, a bull's fist deep in his stomach. Letting out a weak whine he toppled over, curling up slightly. Blinking away tears, he looked up, they were saying something--but the rain was drowning it out now--a swift kick with a hoof sent him flying against the base of the table and chopped apart his train of thought. He uncurled and felt his backpack being yanked away from him. If his ears hadn't been ringing, he most likely would have heard the angry grumbles.
The little fox tried to stand up, only to be brought down by a swift punch to the muzzle, sending him careening into the leg of the chair he had been sitting on. In the back of his now hazy mind, he felt his pants being messed with--it crossed his mind only for a second that he was going to be raped, but only up until he felt his wallet yanked out and then tossed back at him a few moments later--undoubtedly empty. There was another kick, and he tasted blood, then everything started going dark. In the last few moments before he faded out entirely he thought one thing--everything didn't go fine...and today was a very bad day.
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Sergei Nikolaev had spent the last six hours chucking, throwing, and punching furs out of the 'Red Phoenix' tavern. He was getting bored. He took one last drag on his cigarette and dropped it to the ground, rubbing it out with sole of his boot. Stretching his neck to one side and letting out a yawn he singled to the Lion at the front entryway, "I'm heading out, Jerry; Mike's coming a few minutes from now, right?"
"Yeah," The lion waved him off a bit and checked another I.D. "You go ahead, me and the other bouncers can handle it for now."
"Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow night." He flung his jacket around himself and slid it on, a few of the more attractive females turned to gawk, and Sergei smirked. He loved attention. Hell--he didn't work out for two hours a day not to enjoy it. Of course--wearing only jeans and his leather jacket along with a white tee-shirt, intimidation might very well have been a factor as well. Eh--attention was attention.
After pushing aside some more of the loitering furs he stepped through the open doors into the cold rain, the pounding of music and the heat of bodies falling away from him. He checked his watch and sighed. If it hadn't been for that badger and his bull friend causing trouble, he probably could have made it out in time to catch the bus. Oh well, it wasn't raining as hard now, and he liked walking, after all, it was only a few blocks away.
Flipping up his collar and cracking his neck once he started walking, enjoying the feeling of the rain on the cut that damned bull gave him across his cheek, but he couldn't help but chuckle and speak aloud to himself, "That tigress had the right idea kicking him in the nuts..."
"Ng..."
A soft moan from the left drew his thoughts back to reality. "The hell?" He stopped and turned his head, scanning what looked to be a café...where'd that come--there! He blinked and walked over, leaning over the rail that separated the dining area from the street. Someone--a fox--was curled up under a table, there was a little blood splattered here and there as well. He leapt over the rail and padded quickly--first thought being that he'd been stabbed, but a quick look over--no thanks to the unconscious fighting of the fox-- proved that to be not true, there were some cuts but none from a knife, and none too terribly deep.
He blinked again when he turned the fox's muzzle over--he knew this fox. A student...what was his name? T...T-something. Takashi! That was it! What the hell was he doing here? Sergei shook his head quickly and picked up the fox, making sure that his arms were hanging around his neck and that he had a good grip on his legs. God...I haven't given a piggy-back ride in years. He shook his head again and stood up; not the time to think about that. He might not be dead--or fatally injured, but lying out in the middle of the night was not something that was going to help the little guy.
Adjusting the sleeping--or probably unconscious fox--on his back, Sergei pushed open the gate that led to the patio and began the walk home in the now soft drizzle.
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Takashi didn't want to get up. But the ringing in his ears persisted, and he couldn't help but finally concede. The first thing he noticed before he could even open his eyes was that he was warm, and laying down somewhere soft--and that he was only in his boxers. Blinking away the haze, he pulled the feather comforter tight around him, then began to look around--just his eyes of course--and he liked where he was just fine.
A TV. One of those nice flat screen ones, on either side of it was shelving, a DVD player--along with other electronic doodads were placed here and there. He looked down a little ways, white carpet--matching the neutral of the walls. Nice coffee table...two lounge chairs--all of it very modern--along with the paintings along the walls and the larger-than-normal couch he was laying on, that was all he could really see. He blinked--where the hell was he?
Movement. Takashi curled up and barely got up the courage to look over his shoulder. No good, the couch was blocking his view. A clicking noise, cigarette lighter? Cocking an eyebrow, his curiosity got the better of him, and with his ears pressed flat he raised his head eye level with the back of the couch. Only to come nose-to-nose with a very large wolf. "Oh god!!" He promptly fell back off the couch and would have hit his head on the table, had a huge hand had not grabbed his and hoist him back up.
"Whoa there, I didn't bring you back just to have you get a concussion--you're lucky enough that you didn't have one already." The huge white wolf--Sergei--hoisted the little fox back into a sitting position on the couch, facing the back.
Takashi blinked and shook his head a little, "Mister...Nikolaev?"
He leaned down on the back of the couch, arms folded, "Sergei, kid, we're not exactly in school now are we?"
Blushing, the fox flattened his ears again, "Yeah...I supp--" he blinked; he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, "Why am I half naked? And in your house?"
Sergei stood up and stretched, "Well, I found you passed out on my way home from the club, I took you home. You're clothes were filthy so I'm washing them now--plus I had to make sure that there weren't any unseen injuries."
Takashi wiggled his toes under the covers, praying that he hadn't popped one while he was being stripped, then shook his head quickly--now wasn't the time. "T-Thanks..."
The wolf shook his head, "None needed." He noted the kit's uneasy attitude and padded back into the kitchen, talking over his shoulder, "Don't worry. Didn't take advantage--not that kind of guy. And you didn't fall out of your shorts or anything." He wandered back over to the island counter and continued cleaning up a bit of the kitchen counter.
Takashi blinked, pulling the blanket closer around him and leaning over the edge of the couch, arms resting on the back and his ears folded down, still blushing, "Mister Nikolaev?--"
"--Sergei.--"
"--Right, Sergei, what...I mean, er..." Takashi trailed off, uncomfortable, and confused as hell--he wasn't expecting to actually end up anywhere tonight, and for bloody hell, not his teacher's home. So, he said the first thing that came to mind, "What time is it?" Takashi, you're a fucking moron. He sighed and let his forehead rest on the couch--which was leather--he twitched, Leather? Expensive! He jerked his head up, suddenly he felt guilty for simply sitting there.
Blinking, Sergei cocked an eyebrow, and checked the clock at the edge of the counter, "Uh...about two in the morning. From when you got here--you've been out about two hours. I honestly have no idea how long before that."
The fox sighed and rubbed his head, feeling a sizeable lump, "Not much longer. It was about midnight..." He trailed off.
"About midnight when...?"
Takashi turned his back and leaned back into the couch, "When I got mugged."
Sergei stopped cleaning and walked over around the couch and stood in front of the fox, kneeling down. Takashi blushed slightly as he looked into the eyes of the mammoth wolf and looked away, only to gasp slightly when he felt a firm paw on his forehead, "You're still a little warm, Takashi. Heh, but lying on the wet ground can do that to you." He stood up, running his hand through the fox's head fur, "Get some sleep, Takashi, I want to talk to you, but we'll do that in the morning." He smiled, "I'll clean up and then head off to bed myself. If you need me, I'll be in the bedroom. Sleep well, kid." With one last pat on the head, he went about his tasks and cleaned up, turned off the lights, and went to sleep, leaving Takashi to fall into a hazy and much-needed sleep.
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Takashi rolled over, groaning softly and wishing that the pounding in his head would stop. But it wouldn't, and it insisted that he wake up. With a defeated grumble the fox opened his eyes slightly, finally realizing that the steady pounding in his head was only hard rain--rain that was amplified about ten thousand times in his sleep of course. He yawned and stretched out luxuriously; god, but leather felt great on bare fur. Leather? He blinked, registering again where he was.
Sitting up, Takashi looked around. Same as last night--the clock on the wall said it was about ten thirty in the morning. He scooted his legs closer and held on, pulling his knees to his chest, and looked down at the lump of covers that outlined his feet. He whimpered softly, hugging his legs tighter, and would have probably broken into tears had the jingle of keys and the opening of the front door not scared him half to death.
Sergei padded into the room wearing a very wet black jacket and a pair of cargo kaki pants; he blinked as he walked up and sat down a bag of groceries on the kitchen counter, "Oh! You're up; I figured you'd be asleep for another few hours at the least." He threw his jacket on a nearby chair and walked over to the fox, putting a hand on his forehead, the fox blushing a little. He frowned thoughtfully, "Well, your fever has gone down--still a little warm though." He stood up straight and padded back over to the kitchen, "I was hoping to have you wake up to some nice food cooking, but you seemed to have bashed that idea already," He laughed to himself and opened the refrigerator, "I already had some things worked out--but how'd you just like some soup?"
Takashi blinked, things were going a bit too easy at this point, "Uh--soup," he paused, "Soup would be fine. Thank you"
"Not a problem," Sergei went about his tasks and began to talk as he worked, "So, Takashi, you wanna tell me what you were doing out that late in the rain?" Takashi only looked down silently in response. Sergei sighed, "Listen, Takashi, I'm in college, I know what it takes for a kid to be wandering the streets on his own. Now, two things happened. Either your parents fucked up, or you did, but one way or another you ended up on the streets." He paused for a moment and looked over at the fox, "I wanna' help you Takashi, but you have to cooperate."
"I-I..." Takashi looked away from the wolf's gaze and sighed, "I'm the one that screwed up, they, I dunno', I guess they were right."
Sergei flipped on the stovetop and let some stock and the vegetables begin boiling before padding over and leaning on the island counter, arms crossed, "Alright then," he spoke in a firm and direct tone, rarely was he one to beat around the bush about things, "So, what was it then? Drugs? Get some vixen pregnant?" Takashi only shook his head, eyes still down. Sergei flashed a smirk, "Ah, so you're gay then. That's what this is about huh?"
Takashi blinked and jerked his head up, looking around, bewildered. Finally he looked at the wolf, wide-eyed, "Wh-what are you talking about?? I'm not gay, what do you mean?? I--"
Sergei cut him off and raised a finger, smirking openly, "Again--I'm in college, and it's not that hard to figure out, Takashi." The fox lowered his ears, defeated, but said nothing. "Uh-huh, that's what I thought." He turned and padded back to the counter, scrunching his nose slightly and mumbling, "God...only I could burn soup." He sighed and turned off the stove, looking over to the couch, "Well, your clothes are done, why don't you get a shower and we can go get something at the campus." It was more of an order than a question really. Takashi blinked a few times and nodded, picking himself up slowly as he tried in vain to push down some fur on his arms, Sergei only chuckled, "It'll go down in the shower, kid," He gestured to a small side hall with two doors, "Second one, clothes are already on the hamper." Takashi mumbled a small thank you and walked slowly around the couch, blushing and avoiding looking directly at the wolf. After the fox shut the door and the water began running Sergei sighed and shook his head, chuckling quietly, "Bloody hell, what have I gotten myself into?" Trailing off his laughter, Sergei turned and began to pour the tainted soup down the drain.
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About twenty minutes later the pair was a at a small deli close to the university, "That's my school," Sergei had explained, "I normally come here for lunch, good food., and cheap." That, however, was about the only conversation exchanged. Finally, after an exhausting thirty minutes of utter silence, Sergei spoke up again, setting down his drink, "Takashi?"
Takashi glanced up, still keeping his head down--like he had been the entire time, "Yeah?"
"Did your parents really kick you out for being gay?"
There was a long moment of silence before the small fox let out a sigh and nodded, rubbing his arm, "My dad did--yeah. My mom didn't even say anything, she just looked disgusted."
Sergei nodded, "Do you have anywhere you could go? Anyone nearby?"
"My friend, Mitchell, but he's gone for the weekend...all of my other friends are homophobes, I couldn't tell them what happened, and besides...my parents probably got to them first."
Placing a few dollars on the table, Sergei stood up, stretching, "Well then, looks like you're staying with me until we can get a hold of that Mitchell character."
Takashi looked up, "N-No, really, I couldn't ask that."
Sergei chuckled and put on his coat, gesturing Takashi to follow him to the exit, "Look, kid, you've got two choices. Stay with me, or go crawling back to your folks. I'm pretty sure you'd rather stay with someone who's actually willing to feed you at this point." He flashed a smirk over his shoulder as the two walked to his car, "I think of something you can do to pay me back, but for now, just relax. I'll take care of you." Sergei opened the passenger side door and waved the fox in.
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Takashi gripped the pillow tighter as he felt the wolf push into him. Biting the pillow benith him, he did his best not to cry out. This was the only thing he could do, he reminded himself, he was determined to give something back to Sergei, and he planned to. He gasped as he felt jaws clentch around the scruff of his neck--he needed to do this, he just had no idea how badly it would hurt.
He whimpered and closed his eyes tight as another few inches of the eight inch wolf member slid into him, pressing at his prostate. A searing mix of pain and pleasure flooded him and he let out a moan, grinding his throbbing cock against the silk sheets. "You can stay with me Takashi..." Sergei grunted as he laced his fingers with the pup's below him, "All you have to do is say so--and we can...ngn...do this every night..."
Takashi squirmed, taking in a shaky breath, he hadn't seemed so big when he was jacking him after they got home--he arced his back as the wolf jammed the rest of is cock, knot and all, deep into his virgin ass, causing Takashi to cry out loud and press back into the warm chest of the white wolf. Sergei licked and nipped at his neck softly, flashing a smirk, regardless of whether Takashi could see or not, "It's in...God, you're such an amazing little fox," He lightly grinded his hips against the fox's and received a soft moan in response, causing Sergei to shiver, "Yeah...make noises like that, I haven't heard first time noises like that in a long time..." He gently rocked his hips, feeling his knot tug at the little fox's hole.
Takashi could only gasp and shiver in response, he wanted this, he wanted more; it hurt, God it hurt, but all he could think about was wanting more, to repay the wolf that had done so much for him, he clenched down, causing the wolf to tense, "Takashi, fuck! I...I..."
Takashi sat up, gasping, his cock raging hard beneath his blanket. He looked around at the dark living room and panted, forcing his heartbeat to level off. He looked down at his tent and sighed, shakily running a hand through his headfur, "A dream..." He thought about that a moment and sighed again, this time, with a more pissed off tone, "A wet dream...what am I? Twelve?"
"Nah, you're just horny."
Takashi twitched and turned around slowly, peaking over the back of the couch to see Sergei rummaging through the refrigerator in his boxers. "H-How long have you been over there...?"
Sergei stood up, grumbling at the lack of food, and shut the door before turning and smiling slyly at the little fox. "Long enough to hear you moan my name." Takashi's jaw dropped and he felt his face burn. Sergei only chuckled, "No worries, kid." Walking past calmly, Sergei ruffled the fox's headfur, "Get back to sleep Takashi. We have things to do tomorrow."
Takashi followed Sergei's movements and watched him go back into his room before hanging his head and setting it on the back of the couch, "It's official. I hate my life." He sighed and rubbed his cheek, trying to force the heat to go away, he grumbled when he had no avail. He laid back down, arms behind his head, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of anything beyond the embarrassment. He blinked, "Things tomorrow?" He sat up and cocked an eyebrow, "What things?"
END OF PART 1
And lo, the end of chapter one, why did I end it there? Simple. The story was getting too long and I was worried people wouldn't read it if it kept going. *Grins* So then, part two might wander over if people like this chapter enough, and I hope you all will give me your honest opinion of what you think. On a personal note, I've met a lot of people online, but I rarely talk to most of them anymore unfortunately, and though I can't promise that I can be doing the chat and stuff very often, I would like to say that I'm going to do my best to keep up email convo's prompt from now on. *nod-nod* I know, random, but I felt the need to apologize to the many people I've lost contact with over the year.
Anyhow, for everyone else, make sure to email me and tell me what you think! (Or post comments if that would be easier for you of course) and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed!
Cecil--