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Chapter eight

Everything till now ment nothing

The two tigers walked paw in paw as they returned back to their group. The music had been set up and the loud bass was hitting their body's like a wall of bricks. It just made them all feel alive.

Kyle was smiling as he and the large bull we dancing closely while all the other couples danced with one another. Nobody was safe tonight. You either danced with everybody or you didn't at all.

Timmy gave Ryan's paw a gentle kiss and let him join the dance, while he himself sat down on his beach chair and smiled down at his anklet. It held against his ankle tight enough to keep it from moving, but not enough to be uncomfortable.

Timmy just sat back and watched over towards his dancing pals. Some grinding, some cuddling, some being complete dick heads, and some there to make the others laugh.

Timmy didn't mind not dancing, right now he felt more like being alone and watching his friends have fun. He didn't do it to be dramatic or to get attention, he just sat down to absorb the happy atmosphere.

After a while though, a friendly smiling husky soon found his way over to the feline and sat himself down next to him.

"You alright?" Sammy asked,

"Yeah sweetie," Timmy reassured, hugging his friend with a smile. "Juts abhor sibling the happiness."

Sammy and Timmy shared a laugh as they let each other go. Sammy just shook his head and smiled a little more,

"You are a strange one honey,"

"Yeah but he is my strange one." A rougher voice said as the owner sat down beside his lover and gently pulled him over onto his lap.

"You two are just perfect for each other." Sammy said, before getting up and returning back to the group, while Ryan put his arms around the feline and began to smother his mate in pecks.

Timmy giggled and leaned into the large feline. He smiled and let out a gentle purr. The soft chest fur and his gentle licks just made the small feline feel a wave of bliss.

"Don't wanna dance?" Ryan asked,

"Don't feel like it." Timmy said gently,

"Tired?"

"No no, just felt like watching hehe."

"Oh fair enough." Ryan said, nodding his head.

"Hey um, guys."

Timmy and Ryan looked over towards the voice, having to stop themselves from sighing as a nervously smiling Kyle stood with a thermos in one paw and two plastic cups in the other.

"Hey Kyle." Ryan said sighing afterwards in a slightly annoyed way. Kyle went to speak, but he decided against it, but as he did, he decided to just continue.

"I brought a um, a peace offering," Kyle said lifting the items he held gently and smiled a little.

"Oh?" Ryan said with a gentle smile. "Some of your famous alcoholic hot chocolate?"

"Yeah," Kyle said beginning to pour some into a cup, "it's getting a little cold so I thought it would be a good idea." Kyle said holing it out towards Timmy,

"Oh I can't drink alcohol." Timmy said with an apologetic look, "doctors orders."

"It is only a little." Kyle said,

"Doctor said none at all," Timmy said gently, "mixed or straight."

"Well that won't stop me dude." Ryan said holding his paw to take the plastic cup.

"I'm really sorry Kyle," Timmy apologized, "when I'm ok to drink I will try some."

"It's ok." Kyle said pouring himself a cup. "I'm not going to go against a doctors orders."

Timmy smiled in thanks towards the golden retriever before he smiled himself,then left the two alone.

"The kid maybe an attention whore, but fuck can he mix drinks." Ryan said taking a sip of his drink.

"So he can do something right?" Timmy asked, making Ryan chuckle while he drank down every little drop inside the cup. Some brown liquid dropped down on his lips which made Timmy laugh and shake his head.

Ryan soon had his head back and every last drop was somewhere insides Ryan's stomach. He slowly took the cup from his lips and let out a happy and satisfying "ahhhhh."

"That is an image I never wanna see again." Timmy said with an amused look,

"Not sexy?" Ryan asked with a playful confused look,

"Well, with brown liquid streaming down your chin, leave the imagination to wonder." Timmy explained to the now squeezed face Ryan.

"Eww." He said, squeezing his tiger in his arms.

"Yeah," Timmy giggled,

"So are you guys going to dance?" Sammy asked giggling as Rob lifted him up a little,

"Actually we are going to head home." Ryan said with a smile,

"We are?" Timmy asked,

"Yeah, I want some more alone time." Ryan explained

"Well alright then." Timmy said with a giggle.

"Oh ok." The husky said before he quickly padded over to gently hugs his friend, "everything ok?" He whispered,

"Ryan wants his cuddles, it sounds nice." Timmy whispered back,

"Ahh, ok." Sammy said with a quick squeeze.

"Oh you guys leavin'?" Steven asked from the dancing area,

"Yeah sorry guys." Ryan said apologetically,

"You guys can't leave now!" Kyle said, "it's just getting started!"

Timmy gave a questionable look while he looked upon Kylie's pleading face. He looked desperate. As if he would die if they left.

Why?

"Sorry Hun, I'm tired and feeling a little sick. Just need to lay down and I dunno, get my boyfriend slave to get me some tea." Timmy lied, leaning into the large tiger.

"Oh um, o-okey." Kyle said, backing away into the crowed, all the while his face grew more and more worried.

What was wrong with him?

"Well see you guys." Ryan said waving,

"Bye!"

"Cya!"

"Cya tomorrow!"

The two felines began to make their way back to the car. Taking it step by step until the larger one pulled the smaller one into his arms and gave his cheek a soft peck.

"So my little lier." He said with a soft chuckle, "I say we get some chicken and chips for dinner, then when we get home, we get a movie on, cuddle a little in bed and then fall into a blissful resting sleep."

"A blissful, resting sleep?" Timmy asked as he began to laugh

"Yes, a blissful, resting sleep." Ryan chuckled.

"It sounds like a plan sweetie." Timmy said, still giggling a little before getting a pair of lips pushed against his.

It was from there the night began to get even better. There was playful talk while they got to the car, laughing and talking while they got to the drive through. Once the food was ordered, paid for, and finally in the car, Timmy and Ryan soon found themselves sitting in Ryan's bed, a plate of food in front of them and 'the shawshack redemption' playing I the TV in front of them.

Timmy sat in-between his lovers legs, his back against Ryan's stomach and chest while they both slowly devoured the meal in front of them. Form there, it didn't take too long for the plate to be put in the kitchen, and the two naked under the covers.

The movie played on while Timmy found himself being slowly wrapped into the two, large, thick arms and into what only Timmy could be described as a very 'excited' Ryan.

"Oh hello." Timmy said with a small giggle.

"I lo...love yo...you." Ryan said, his words muffled in a way that sounded silly more then tired.

"Heh, th-thank you." Timmy said, turning over slightly to look at his mate. His eyes were red, and there was a little bit of drool slightly coming from his maw.

"You.. Maye ee, so hor-hornee." The feline said as his hips gently rocked up, making his rod poke up against his smaller felines crotch.

"Ooh." Timmy moaned gently, his thighs tightening in the lusting stretch as his mate gently bit down on his neck. "A-are you ok?" Timmy asked, as Ryan gripped on to him. His arms gently shaking.

"I need you." Ryan growled flipping them over, then with all his strength got them onto their knees and pushed Timmy down onto all fours.

"Easy Ryan." Timmy said as he looked back.

Ryan didn't look right. He was drooling, he was shaking and where did all this come from? Ryan wouldn't be so forceful, he would be making sure that Timmy was wanting to continue.

There was something wrong, but what was it? What was causing this?

"Ryan stop." Timmy said beginning to roll over, but a large paw grabbed at his hip and held him there. "Ryan no." Timmy said pushing his paw away.

"St-stop." Ryan growled as he grabbed at Timmy's hips with both paws and held him there.

"No you stop Ryan, Jesus." Timmy said as he went to get up, but as his hind paws were put down on the floor, a paw grabbed him on his chest and before he could say no, he was slammed back onto the bed with a loud growl.

"Stop moving." Ryan growled into his ear.

"Ryan?" Timmy whimpered as the large muscle began to move to around the front of him. His large, throbbing meat getting closer and closer until Ryan grabbed Timmy's ankles to pull them up. "Ryan NO!" Timmy yelled out as he felt that familiar at his entrance, "oh god please no!"

Timmy was rolling around, trying to get free, but both his legs were trapped in Ryan's thick paws.

Was this really happening? Was he really about to get raped by his mate? By Ryan? The person who he could trust, the person who said he loved him?

No this was a nightmare, he fell asleep and right now Ryan was gently holding him and tucking him in before going to sleep himself. This was not happening.

Actually... It wasn't...

Were was Ryan's paws in his ankles? And what was those loud constant thumps on the floor?

Timmy opened his eyes to watch as his mate, his love, foaming at the mouth while his body continued to shake violently. Timmy's eyes widened as he jumped from the bed before screaming out his name. His mind raced as it began to go through all the things he had heard about seizures.

He pushed Ryan onto his side and slowly began to cry. He didn't know what else to do, he was useless, Ryan could di...

"OH MY GOD RYAN!" Came the loud deep voice of Greg, bursting through the door, "Rachel! call the Ambulance!" The father commanded all the while Timmy was shaking and unsure on what to do.

"Timmy, Timmy!" Greg said, looking at the shaking and obviously terrified tiger. "TIMMY!"

Timmy's head shot up and looked at the angry looking chocolate lab.

"You need to focus," he said with a dominance he hadn't heard before. The lab then moved over to dip his fingers inside Ryan's maw and softly let out a sigh of relief. "He's breathing. He's ok for now."

Timmy nodded his head, he wasn't sure on what had just happened, but as of right now, he was scared. Petrified that the feline he cared about most dearly was now hurt, and maybe he was going to go from his life.

"Ok now what you need to do right now Timmy, is first of all get dressed, then if the Ambulance isn't here, get him dressed." Greg explained as he gently put a paw on Timmy's shoulder, "he's ok."

Timmy nodded his head, and while trembling, Timmy stood up. He padded over to his clothes and as quickly as the shaking tiger could, got himself back into his jeans and shirt.

He was shaking more and more as he did, getting himself prepared as he grabbed a pair of his lovers boxers and made himself over to him.

Timmy padded over and gently got down onto his knees. He then continued to move Ryan's legs until he was able to pull his lovers boxers all the way up to where he needed to.

Timmy let out a soft whimper as he looked up at his lover. His pale faced, drooling mate and with a softest of touches, reached over to softly rub his cheek.

"You're going to be ok sweetie," he said softly, "everything is ok."