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It's just one of those nights again; between the car alarms, a/c units running, and my neighbor's argument my level of tolerance is tested regularly. At times like these I would usually put on some headphones and just let the music take me away but with school finally out for the semester, sleeping was the last thing I wanted to do at this time.

For some reason unknown to myself, I decided to actually listen in to my neighbor's argument this time. A few times before I overheard them but they were nothing out of the ordinary. Most of the fights were between Kilter's lack of involvement in something and his short comings in some rather private matters. His Fiancé, Ileana, seems to always walk out though since she moved in with him from what I noticed; I assume she goes back to her parents. Sadly enough, I know my neighbor's rather well and these fights they have are becoming a constant thing as of late. Kilter is an old acquaintance of mine whom I met during jury duty. He is a wolf with snow white fur, his body isn't muscular and lean but more of a thick natural build. His best quality would have to be his brilliant red eyes and the way he hangs his ears perked up, at least from my personal tastes. His fiancé is rather masculine looking to me; she is vixen with brilliant red fur and golden eyes, nothing all too special to me.

I started to get a bit worried once I heard the first crash. It sounded like one of them threw glass against the wall since it was a very loud shatter noise, soon after I just heard a door slam then complete silence. Normally I would just brush off the scenario and go about my business but when I looked out and saw Ileana running out quickly something about that made me worry. I usually watch a lot of Law and Order and right away my mind started shuffling between Kilter being injured or something worse. I panicked a bit and stormed out of my apartment to check up on him.

I barely put paw out to the knob when the door just creaked open. Kilter was sitting against the wall with a few glass pieces around him that looked like the remains of a wine bottle. His face was bleeding from his forehead and his right cheek. He just mumbled a few words then his breath hits me. He has been drinking a LOT and its coming out of him in a very strong odor yet he also smells a bit musky. I look for some wet cloths and I start patting down his forehead wiping away the blood and it doesn't hit me till I get really close to him that he is only in briefs. My face gets a bit red but right now my focus is getting the blood clean and bandaging his head up. I have to rip up a good shirt but to me it's worth losing a few bucks to help him out.

After about twenty minute of bandaging and cleaning him up I lift him up and lay him down on the couch. He keeps going in and out of consciousness but he keeps swatting my hands away when I reach for his phone. All that I can make out from his slurred speaking is "something something my name something be ok." It still worried me but he was very persistent on not letting me grab his phone.

I never knew he was a drinker. Ever since our jury duty together, it was the one thing I remembered about him. During our break times he would ramble on about his father and how alcohol is something best left untouched by anyone with a brain at least. Yet here he is with alcohol on his breath and sapped into his fur. I did not want to leave him alone but I knew I could not stay here since his fiancé may return. She despises me for who I am and I rather not get into a heated discussion over something so trivial. He ends up just passing out on the couch and I am stuck just watching him out of my own infatuation for his wellbeing.

It was after an hour or so that I decided he was well enough for me to just head home. It was already midnight; I was just out the door when something grabbed my paw. I turn to find Kilter barely standing up, pulling me back into the room. He lets out a whimpered "stay", his voice is barely audible. I really want to leave but I can't just leave him here knowing that he really wants me to stay and help him. I make up my mind in no time at all.

He starts to sway a bit before I notice he is about to fall and I rush to keep him up, his entire weight falls against my back as I struggle to keep him up. I slowly guide him to his bed and lay him down as I let out a sigh of relief. His weight was a bit more than I had expected. He just stares at me, his eyes full of sorrow and humility. I can't help but feel sorry for him, resorting to something I know he despises. I grab a chair to sit next to him but he suddenly pulls me onto his bed and wraps his arms around me. If it wasn't for the feeling of shock I would enjoy this moment but I knew he was drunk and I tried my best to get out of his grasps.

He had a rather strong grip on me and I could not get away then he turns my head over towards his and just stares at me. We stay this way for what feels like an hour, my heart keeps beating faster with each second. Then as if he knew what I was thinking, he presses his lips to mine, the taste of alcohol is strong but the rush of adrenaline and ecstasy over powers my senses.

We stayed locked into an endless kiss, his tongue being the first to explore as my mind melts from the texture of his tongue and the taste of his musk that overwhelms my nose. My body moves with a mind of its own, climbing on top of him and lying flat against him, my back curved as he reaches upward to hold on to my lips. I can no longer think as my basic instincts kick in, my deep desire to satisfy my cravings that even I could not keep contained.

~ I finally have a few thoughts rush into my mind. Why is he doing this? Is this a dream? Why can't I stop myself? Just as soon as my thoughts begin to wonder, his paws wonder down my chest and grasp my no longer flaccid cock. Without my own knowing my knot was already close to swelling out of its sheath and I let out a gasping moan from the sensation of his paws around my throbbing member. He starts with a very light grasp stroking me from my furry sac up to the tip where he then uses my own pre lather my shaft till it's a sleek feel. His tongue is no longer leading as my desires reach near breaking point as I take full control. Our heavy panting envelopes the room as our lust deepens.

I have no idea what possess me to say it but for no reason at all I freeze and ask if his fiancé walks in what would happen. The response I get overwhelms me. I don't love her, I want you, he whispers in my ear as my entire body shivers from the realization. It's right then that he release his hold on my cock and instead spins me around to where he is now on top.

After reversing our position, he removes his briefs as the hard tip of his cock flops up from the tension the briefs had on it. My mind is in a haze and my eyes can't maintain a solid focus, yet he just stares at me with his mesmerizing soft red eyes. I am glued to him, my mind knows this is wrong but my body could not want this anymore.

He leans in and kisses me deeper than before. The feeling is stronger than before. His lips are so soft and warm. I melt into that kiss. A greater feeling than anything I have ever felt before. He has his paws cupped around my ears holding me head gently. The kiss not only excites me but brings about an even greater sense of security and comfort. I can no longer think but instead feel his intentions, his desires, his comfort. I want this wolf and I want him more than ever.

Something sparks inside him as he breaks the kiss. He starts to grind against my slightly exposed cock with his strong yet soft rear. His tail starts swaying then suddenly stops as he reaches behind his tail and lathers himself with not only his but my own pre.

He slowly leans back, as he grasps my still throbbing cock, slowly slides down. We both let out a sudden moan near milliseconds from one another. A surge of pleasure courses through my body as I thrust upwards suddenly. He lets out a louder moan laced with a slight whimper from my sudden thrust.

I lift one of my legs up to get my full length inside him. As if knowing my intention, he leans backwards allowing me to go even deeper. I start thrusting at a slow pace but it isn't enough for him, as he starts to pump himself onto me. His face going through mixtures of pain and pleasure as both of our panting and moaning grow louder.

I've just about reached my limit when he suddenly lets out a gasping moan. He begins to climax as spurts of him cum shoot out on to my chest nicking me in the cheek. The warmth of his cock pushes me to the edge as I begin to feel my own climax approach. With one final thrust, I force my near fully swelled knot inside him. Streams of my hot cum start to pour inside his tight warm tail hole.

He whimpers out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I join him in our sonnet for the night. A feeling of bliss and exhaustion over takes me as my vision begins to blur. I try to hold on but as I look down I see Kilter, already pressed against my chest. With the last of my energy I raise my hind legs to give not only my cock but his tail hole a bit of support before everything fades to black.

A ferocious scream interrupts my blissful sleep. The sharpness of the light was more than I had anticipated and when I finally had my vision focused, I saw Ileana's face from over Kilter's shoulders. The shear horror in her eyes shot through me like bullets; here she was staring at her supposed fiancé, locked tightly to another man.

"I knew you were a fucking faggot, I don't care how rich you are, a faggot goes against god will and should burn in hell." Those words pierced my ears like hot lead as she stormed out.

It wasn't till I looked from down from across his chest that I saw his face. He was crying, as I felt the tears fall down to my chest but he was also smiling. I was confused, not only did I just find out he had feelings towards guys but I found out that he is rich as well. My mind races at the thoughts of why he would even be in this slump in the first place. Then he finally starts to speak and my heart jumps.

"I could never get you off my mind from the first time we met so long ago. Ileana was arranged to be my wife by my grandfather. I wanted to get as close to you as I could so I moved here without her knowing my intentions. I love you Cara, for so long." Tears begin to fall as my eyes can no longer keep a steady focus on his. He kisses me gently and full of passion as we close our eyes both full of tears.

"I love you too"