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This is a story, not so much a fanfic. Using mine and my friends characters. Scott the Arcanine, and Chase the Lucario, you may recognize Chase from LMTF, but this is completely unrelated to that series. Dedicated to my awesome friend Dreadscot1337. You may recognize him he's a contributor to my writing and has requested before. I figured I'd return the favor and frankly I needed a reason to write a gay love story. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for waiting for being patient.

Chapter 1: Chase and Scott

It was a quiet day in the city of Sao Palo, Brazil. It had been over 50 years since the welcoming of anthro's in the world and now there was peace in the world free from conflict and over oil and natural resources. Sao Palo was still one of the dirtiest and most corrupt cities in South America but was free from the hold of the rich and wealthy.

This story begins with the meeting of a Lucario and an Arcanine, a very normal and brief meeting as they walk down the downtown streets to where their day takes them. Chase a distracted Lucario walking down the street texting away on his phone to a very angry boss and not watching where he walked, and Scott a daydreaming Arcanine looking up at the sky as he felt the sunshine beat against his fur and just loving life.

As they near each other passing various barbershops and thrift stores still distracted as the bump shoulders and stumble.

"Oh sorry," Chase calls out and apologizes going into a steady jog.

"Oh it's okay," Scott calls back accepting the apology continuing to walk.

Their first meeting, brief and accidental it would prove the foreground of a powerful relationship. Chase walks forward towards the desk job he was given and arrived for every weekday for the past 2 years, a position he considered routine but never really enjoyed. He worked for a local boat rental company, nothing special. Scott walked towards a job site for the construction company he worked for, he was a brick layer a job that suited his physique well. Working for only 6 months he was making more money than most people made all year. Both were hard-working and took their jobs seriously.

But sometimes it wasn't enough for them to stay a float, one thing they had in common was a developing problem with their relationships. Both their mates were rapidly becoming more abusive over time. Chase had managed to keep a relationship for 3 years, she was with a female Dragonite but he couldn't see that his mate was using him but he did not want to be alone, she drove him to drive and smoke excessively. Scott was jumping between

relationships and couldn't seem to find the right woman, finally he met a female Arcanine and wanted to settle down. And after only a year she was starting to take him for granted and abuse him, she threatened him constantly that she would leave and he just didn't want to be alone again.

Both were being used, Chase was the unlucky one, constantly being hounded for sex and money. He would give his mate whatever he wanted because he never wanted to be by himself, his mate used him for his body. And in Scott's case he was luckier, he was having his generosity exploited and his fear of loneliness being used against him, his mate didn't work. And the biggest thing with both of their mates is that they both did not want to have kids.

The only time Chase or Scott were ever happy was on the way to work every morning. They were free from the arguing or sex hounding. The main difference with Chase was that he was being humped dry for 2 years while Scott was getting turned down for sex every week. For both it was a vicious cycle, it didn't matter what it took for them as long as they weren't alone.

After both clocked out for the day they went back home to their mates walking, Chase to his sex hungry dragoness, and Scott to his lazy canine companion. They trudged home with sorrow in their hearts. Chase arriving home late he went to the couch and waited for his mate to come home and inevitably initiate sex, while Scott arrived home late and had to here about it from his mate.

"Scott! Why the hell are you walking in late," she ask's crossing her arms with an angry tone.

"I'm sorry my shift clocked out late, I wanted to get done my quota for the day," Scott replies with an apologetic tone.

"Why does work matter more than me, maybe I should just leave," she says turning her head away.

It was only the third time Scott had been home late all month and every day she looked for a different excuse to be mad at him.

"No baby please, I'm sorry," Scott drops to his knees and begs for forgiveness.

"Fine but if it happens again I'll...," she threatened and stormed off.

Something he heard all too often and it affected his mental state wherever he went. Going to the fridge he grabbed a beer and began to drink it fast. Scott lived in a nicer apartment, it was his but his mate claimed it was hers, he didn't argue.

Chase waited and then his wife walked in an hour late and walked to the fridge looking for booze but couldn't find any.

"Hey babe, why the hell don't we have any booze!" she yells at Chase.

"Oh I didn't know we were out," Chase answered calmly.

"Well of course you wouldn't know, you'd be nothing without me," she says angrily slamming the fridge.

She walked over to the couch sitting next to him, and without even asking permission she began playing with his sheath, licking at it and such.

Chase sat back and looked away frowning as she pursued what she wanted from him. He got hard as his cock extended from his sheath without it being his choice. She sucked it and in no time was on board riding him like a horse. Going harder and harder till she met orgasm and chase without choice did too filling her with seed. She would reward him with kisses and a bit of kind words but the minute she climbed off she was back to verbally abusing him.

"Now go get me some booze, I'm going to take a shower," she demanded walking away and getting in the shower.

He sat on the couch and looked down with so much regret, he teared up and sniffled. He cleaned himself up and went out to get his mates liquor. He walked down the downtown street towards the liquor store but passed it, going to the bar to get some of his own. He practically lived at the bar every other night. He ordered the usual, whiskey straight up, he drank to forget and for no other reason.

Scott drank enough at home but tonight he found himself low on booze, he snuck out when his wife went to sleep and wet to the bar to keep his buzz going. He walked in and walked straight to the bar to order his drink.

"Bartender, um Heineken por favor (Bartender, one Heineken please)," Scott says to the bartender.

The bartender nods and gets the drink for him.

"Apreciar o filho bebida (enjoy the drink son)," the bartender says.

"Obrigado (thank you)," Scott thanks.

Scott twists the cap off and drinks down the lager letting out a belch. He looks around the bar to see patrons by themselves, passed out or just having fun. A stool over he spots a Lucario sitting by himself, passed out with a half empty glass in front of him. He looks away and continues drinking down his beer. Then the Lucario falls off the stool and hits the floor, the Lucario's so drunk he can't stand up.

Scott giggles to himself and gets off the stool to help up the drunken patron.

"Here let me help you up man," Scott says reaching down a hand.

"Well thank you miss... that'sss mo-ost kind of you," Chase says struggling to his feet and slurring his words.

Chase gets to his feet and leans on the liquor counter to stay up.

"You okay, I think you've had enough," Scott says suggestively.

"Ohh pfffffffff, I'm only gettin' started," Chase replies surly.

Chase gets back on the stool and struggles to stay on.

"Heyyyy gar-çonete cara... outra bebida (Hey waitress guy, another drink)," Chase slurs to the bartender.

The bartender pours another glass of whiskey.

"Aí está sua majestade (There you are your majesty)," The bartender jokes.

"Gracias (Thank you)," Chase says.

The bartender shakes his head and washes some glasses.

Chase drinks down his glass of Whiskey and howls loudly, "Wooh I'm drunk."

Scott laughs and drinks down the rest of his beer slamming it down on the counter.

"Y'know you're a pretty funny guy," Scott says slurring a little.

"Oh yeahhh we-ll watch this," Chase says.

He falls backwards off the stool and hits the floor. He struggles to get back up with Scott helping him up again.

"Alright I think you've had enough, yugh... C'mon let's get you home," Scott says helping him to the door paying for his drink along the way.

"Alright so where do you live," Scott asks.

"Ohh ju-ust up the way there," Chase says points up to the building he lives in.

They walk up the way heading for the apartment Chase pointed out, as they both stumble and help each other. They walk in and get on the elevator taking it up to Chases floor. Scott knocks on the door and it's opened by Chase's mate.

"Yeah, what the hell do you want," she says opening the door.

"Sorry I believe this is yours," Scott says pointing to Chase.

"Ohh... Well thanks," she says taking him and dragging him in.

"Dammit Chase you forgot the booze, I swear you'd be nothing without me," she says helping him.

"Let's see if you've got something for mommy," she says slamming the door shut in Scott's face.

"My what a charming woman," Scott says sarcastically to himself.

He walks to the elevator and takes it down to the ground floor, from there he heads home and walks in the door to his apartment quietly trying not to wake his mate. He goes to the couch ad crashes without a care, going to sleep and bringing the day to an end.

Chapter 2: Striking a Friendship

The next morning Scott wakes up with a pounding headache, the sun shining in his face he covers up and grunts in pain.

"Ugh my head," he getting up.

He goes to the kitchen sink and wets his face with water and drinks some down to ease the headache. He looks at the time and discovers he's about to be late, he widens his eyes and rushes out the door and heads for the job sight. He gets in a few minutes late with his manager breathing down his neck as he gets to work.

Chase wakes up in the worst pain of his life, covered in his own seed from last night he runs to the toilet and vomits out all the alcohol from his system.

"Ohhh god, how much did I drink," he says looking into the toilet drooling.

He takes warm shower cleaning himself up and looks at the clock, it reach 11:42.

"Fuuuuuuuuck I'm dead," he goes to the phone and makes the call to his boss.

"Hello sir, sorry I can't make it in today... Sick... Not feeling well. Okay bye," he says hanging up.

It would cost him a day's wage for missing work, he walked out to the balcony looking out on town, the shit hole town he had grown up in his whole life. He played the night over in his head most of it blurry, but he remembered an Arcanine.

"God I never got his name," he said in disappointment.

He went to the couch and laid down rubbing his temples, he decided not to sit around the house and remembered that his mate needed liquor. Feeling like it was his duty he got up and went to the liquor store. He walked Dow the street and wore a pair of sunglasses to drown out the light.

He browsed around the liquor store for his girlfriends liquor, he got a bottle of schnapps, a bottle of vodka, and a six-pack of Budweiser, all for his mate. Walking back he spotted a six-pack of Heineken and remembered the drink that the Arcanine had.

"Hmm why the hell not," he thought to himself.

He walked back to the counter to pay for all the booze as the cashier put down his magazine.

"Afternoon Chase, all this for your mate," the cashier asked.

"Mhm," Chase replied reaching for his wallet.

The cashier scanned the alcohol and got to the Heineken looking up at him.

"Hmm this for you?" He asked.

"Yeah, just trying something new," Chase said pulling said getting a credit card out.

"Alright, that'll be 61.15," the cashier says bagging the two bottles.

Chase swiped the credit card through a the credit card scanner and finished the transaction putting it back in his wallet and walking out of the store with all the booze. He walked back to the apartment and put the beer in the fridge and putting the other bottles in the cabinet. He sat down and watched television waiting for his mate to return.

Scott worked hard the entire day and managed to finish his work quota for the day just before quitting time. He clocked out and rushed home hoping to get in on time and not make his mate angry again. He walked in to find her sitting at the table and tapping her foot crossing her arms.

"Hey hun," he said walking in.

"Where the hell did you go last night," Scott's mate questioned demanding.

"Well I... Ugh, went to the bank," Scott lied.

"Oh you went to the bank... till 2 in the morning!" She said angrily.

"Well I ugh... yeah," he said nervously.

"Why are you lying to me, I hate being lied to," she said angrily slamming her fist on the table.

Scott brushed the back of his head, he kind of felt bad for lying but the way she was reacting was starting to take its toll. He walked to the door.

"Where are you going," she asked demanding,

"To the bar, to meet a friend," he said with a peeved look.

"Okay... well I hope you don't expect me to be here when you get back," she yelled and threatened as he shut the door.

Around the same time Chase was busy with his mate as she used him yet again.

"Oh I'm so close, oh fill me with your cum Chase," Chases mate moaned and demanded as she road him.

"Nnnnugh," Chase grunted releasing his seed as his mate reached orgasm screaming out.

She climbed from him this time without even so much as a kiss, she walked to the fridge and looked inside grabbing a Budweiser and saw the Heineken.

"Heineken, what kind of pussy drinks that," she yelled out laughing.

Chases anger was beginning to rise as her comments were hitting close to home. He got up and walked to the bathroom to clean up. He walked out and found his mate on the couch and she had already gone through 3 cans and half the bottle of schnapps.

"Chase get over here, mmmoma wants her toy," she said demanding.

"Hun not now I-"

"Scuse me, did I stutter. I said get over h-ere and fuck me," She demanded.

That finally being his limit on what he could take he shot back, "Fuck yourself! I'm going to the bar," he said walking for the door.

"Oh yeah w-ell I won't be here when yo g-et back," she slurred.

Chase said nothing more and simply slammed the door on his way out. Both Chase and Scott had reached their limits with their mates and couldn't take it. One being used for sex, the other being used for their kindness. Chase walked in the direction of the bar as the daylight faded, he walked in to find the Arcanine from yesterday at the bar. He approached him and sat down next to him, the Arcanine looked over and put a small smile on.

"Hi," Scott said casually.

"Well hi, you're the guy I met from last night," Chase said.

"Yes I remember well," Scott said drinking down his second beer finishing it.

"Hey Bartender, um Heineken por favor," Chase called to the bartender.

The bartender got the drink and have it to Chase.

"Desfrutar (Enjoy)," the bartender said.

Chase twisted the cap off and drank down the beer, he looked at it and raised his eyebrows with surprise.

"Hmm not bad. Barman outro para o meu amigo (Bartender, another for my friend)," Chase says putting a hand on Scott's shoulder.

The bartender brought out another drink and Scott opened it.

"Gracias," Scott said and laughed.

Chase half laughed but didn't really get the joke as he drank down.

"So what's your name," Chase asked.

"Scott, what's yours?," Scott asked in reply.

"Chase," Chase replied.

They smiled and clinched bottles and Chase chugged his ordering another while Scott drank his third slowly.

"So where you from," Scott asked.

"From Canada, you?" Chase asked in reply.

"The States," Scott answered.

"Nice, where do you work. Outro, Barman (Another one, Bartender)," Chase asks ordering another drink.

"I'm a brick layer, I work for the city," Scott says drinking down more.

"Cool, well I work in technical services at a boat rental company," Chase adds.

"Oh yeah what company," Scott asks.

Chase and Scott hit it off striking up a friendship, they talk for some time and get to know more. Scott pacing himself with the drinks while Chase downs each beer fast. Finally they start talking about their mates.

"Oh my mate, well she's a nice... No what am I saying, she's abusive and uses me for sex," Chase says slamming his fist down on the table.

"Well my mate is pretty abusive too, she takes advantage of my kindness and finds a reason to get mad at me every single day," Scott says hitting his fist against the table.

"The only reason I stay with that bitch is because I don't want to be alone," Chase says tearing up.

"You and me both, I don't want to be alone either and that's the only reason I'm with her," Scott says patting Chases shoulder.

"*sniffles* You know this may be the booze talking, but I think you're kind of cute," Chase says turning away blushing.

"Well... I think you're kind of cute too," Scott says.

Chase turns back and looks Scott into his eyes, he can't help but move forward to try to meet Scott's lips. Scott pursues as well the instant he sees Chase lean forward and he meets Lucario somewhere in the middle in a passionate kiss. It doesn't last long but long enough. They both lean away and Scott places a paw on Chase's leg.

"Should you... I mean... Could we...," Chase pauses.

"Get out of here?" Scott says smiling warmly.

Scott takes Chase's hand and leads him away from the stool and calls to the bartender, "Colocá-lo na minha conta, barman (Put it on my tab, barkeep)."

They walk out of the bar and down the street towards Chase's apartment, seeing as how his mate probably would not be there.

Chapter 3: Forbidden Love

As Scott and Chase walk up to Chase's apartment, things get heated outside the door and Scott pushes Chase against the wall kissing him deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance as the dance around each other.

Chase pushes Scott off and unlocks the door and pulls Scott inside as their muzzles reconnect. They find their way over to the couch as Chase ends up underneath Scott in a warm embrace.

"Ohhhh mmmmmmmm," Chase murrs as Scott kisses his neck and grinds against him.

Chase had never felt love like this before, he wasn't being used but instead he was caressed like he was the most important person in the world.

Chase wrapped his legs around Scott's back and grinds back against him letting out a long moan.

"Oh god I love you, Chase," Scott howls.

"I love you too, Scott," Chase howls as well.

Scott picks Chase up and carries him by the waist and Chase holds on with a cling not wanting to let go as Scott searches for the bedroom opening doors till he finds the Bedroom. It's empty showing that Chase's mate was gone. Scott set chase down gently on the bed and unzipped his jeans and pulled off Chase's baggy sweat's, revealing both of their sheaths.

"Scott make me yours," Chase pleaded blushing with a begging face.

Scott prepared to enter Chase's tail hole, spreading Chase's legs apart and prodding his tail hole.

Chase whimpered and moaned not out of fear but out of begging, he wanted to feel the love of another just once in his life no matter who it was. Scott's cock reaching full length he thrust n slowly into Chase's tail hole. It was the first time Chase had felt anything like this, he gripped the bed sheets and gritted his teeth out of slight pain which quickly escalated into pleasure as Scott went deeper and pulled out, thrusting over and over.

"Ahhhh, it hurts but please don't stop," Chase moans as his cock reaches full length.

Scott pounded deep and wrapped his paw around Chase's cock rubbing and stroking gently. Chase leaned into the rubs and bucked slightly as he leaked pre-cum in Scott's hand.

Scott thrust harder and harder taking Chase's paw and holding tightly.

"Ohhhhhh Chase, you're so tight," Scott howled loudly as the room echoed.

"Ahhhhhhhoooooooo," Chase howls out electrified with pleasure.

Both of them at their limits neither of the can take anymore, Scott pushed his knot inside of Chase and cums explosively filling him with his seed rope by rope. Chase met orgasm and came all over his own chest hard shooting seed feeling like what was an endless amount. Scott collapsed on top of Chase as they cuddle clinging to each other in a passionate embrace.

Chase let out a few tears of joy and sighed happily as his strength left and he passed out. Scott smiled and pulled out of Chase and got off the bed. He put his pants back on and wrote his cell phone number down on a scrap of paper leaving it on the bedside table.

Scott wanted to stay but he needed to get home to his mate and possibly explain the night he had, but he wasn't sure how he would break the news to here, he left Chase's apartment feeling happiness, doubt and a small amount of regret. The reality of it all sobered him up quickly as he walked home.

Chase woke up the next morning and instantly remembered the night before. He buried his head in his paws and regretted, but then he thought about it and realized none had ever loved him like that before. And suddenly he relived every feeling and shuddered as happiness fell over him. He looked to the bedside table and grabbed the scrap of paper reading out Scott's cell number. He celebrated by standing up and fist pumping like an excited little kid winning a sports game.

He looked at the alarm clock and realized he was going to be late for work, he rushed around getting ready and ran out the door in a hurry to show up on time.

Scott got home late and managed to get in bed, he woke up to an empty apartment and looked around for her. He found a note on the table that read, "Hey baby I'm sorry about last night, I'm going to see family for a few days and will be back soon 3."

He crumpled the note up out of frustration and now was in complete mental chaos, he wouldn't be able to tell his mate what happened until she was back. He walked out the door to go to work and would be able to show up at a reasonable time.

Chase ran down the block towards his work trying to make it on time, Scott trudged to work thinking hard and feeling even more regret now, he goes to walk around the corner and has no time to react as Chase rubs right into him as they both fall over Chase landing on top of him. They both blush looking at each other with surprise.

"Ohhhh sorry," Chase apologizes getting off of Scott and helping him up.

"I um...," Scott pauses gulping nervously.

"Listen I can't talk, I'm going to be late. Meet me at the bar and we'll talk," Chase says continue to run.

"O...k," Scott says and turns around to keep walking, he put a hand over his face and shook his head.

"I can't believe I did this, I don't want to break his heart," Scott says to himself as he begins to cry and feel guilty.

Scott goes to the job site flustered from all this and his boss notices his condition.

"Hey... Scott, come here son," his boss called to him.

Scott walked over to him and wiped his face.

"Y-yes sir," he asked.

"You don't seem like yourself today, anything wrong," his boss asked in reply.

"Oh sorry, just some personal issues," Scott answered brushing the back of his head.

"Listen son, here we take the well-being of our workers into consideration every single day, we need you at one hundred percent," his boss said seriously putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry sir, I will be okay," Scott said wiping away the tears and sighed.

"Okay son, get out there and work your hardest," his boss said patting him on the back.

Scott walked to the job site and got to work, but he was not at all okay. Chase on the other hand worked hard and felt great the whole day. At quitting time he went straight to the bar and ordered a Heineken this time sitting at a booth.

Scott didn't meet his quota for the day and left work feeling like a mental wreck. He headed to the bar and felt a large amount of guilt and anxiety. He walked into the bar and saw Chase. Chase's face brightened up and he waved at Scott excitedly.

Scott mustered up the strength and walked over to sit across from him not ordering a drink.

"Hi," Scott said in a quiet tone.

"Hello," Chase said casually.

"About last night... It was...," Scott turned away and frowned.

"It was what," Chase asked curiously.

"It... was a mistake. I wasn't thinking straight and I feel the most guilt I've ever felt, I'm so sorry," Scott said burying his head in his arms.

"Oh...," Chase looked away and began to tear up.

Scott looked up and saw the sadness in Chase's eyes. Scott now felt like a large slate of extreme guilt.

"I should go then *huff*," Chase said putting the money on the table and left the bar.

Scott felt like piled shit, he walked over to the bar and sat down on a stool.

"Manny, eu posso colocar alguma coisa em você? (Manny, can I lay something on you?)," Scott asked the bartender.

"Sure thing son, and you know I speak English right," the bartender replies.

"Right, well I've been with a woman for some time and she just seems to take me for granted and, well I just met someone and we laid together and now I feel like it was a mistake," Scott says to the bartender.

"Well I'm not sure I'm the one to ask about this, but I've been in your position. I was with a woman and she was the same way, she took me for granted. One night I met someone and we hit it off, we ended up in bed together. Now it's almost thirteen years later and he's my husband," the bartender replies and smiles.

"Oh... well how did you know that you loved him," Scott asked.

"I didn't at first, I was doubtful just like you. In fact it was almost a year before we met again. I realized after all that time I never got over him. I wanted him to be with me, he was the only one that loved me enough to come back and tell me so. And a year later we became married," the bartender answered.

"So should I go after them before it's too late," Scott asked.

"No, you should follow your heart and do what's best for you. Put yourself in their shoes, how do you think they feel about you," the bartender asked in reply.

"I think they may love me," Scott says as he comes to the realization and opening his mouth from the realization.

Scott pointed to a bottle of whiskey and the bartender pulled it out pouring it into a shot glass.

"A shot of Dutch courage for you son," he says crossing his arms and smiling.

Scott nods and pounds it back and shakes his head getting pumped up.

"Oh yeah let me pay my tab," Scott says pulling his wallet out.

"Oh you mean this tab?" the bartender asks pulling out a slip of paper.

He rips it apart and tosses the confetti in the air.

"Consider it paid for son, go get him," the bartender said smiling and patting Scott on the shoulder.

"Gracias," Scott said and got up running out the door.

He sprinted down the street heading for Chase's apartment, now no longer regretting or doubting anything.

Chapter 4: Alone No Longer

Chase sat in his apartment sobbing and crying his eyes out. He was so sad he was thinking a thousand things at once. A bottle of pills and alcohol lay in front of him and he felt like ending it all. The loneliness was too much for him to bare, he went to the balcony and lit up a cigarette taking a deep drag and exhaling.

He looked over the railing at the ground bellow and thought about it all. Nobody would miss him if he was gone, his mate was already gone and the pain of it all would tear him apart. He was high enough up that he would die and not feel a thing.

He put the cigarette back in his mouth and closed his eyes as he began to lean slowly over the railing. "*Knock, knock, knock*." He stopped and opened his eyes to the sound of the door, and leaned back over walking to answer it.

Chase opened the door and his eyes widened to the surprise of Scott standing there in front of him.

"Scott I...," Chase was short of breath and couldn't even speak he was so surprised.

"Chase, I came here to apologize... for what I did to you. You have to understand I was scared and felt guilty," Scott said looking down and twiddling his thumbs.

"Scott what you did to me hurt me, but you loved me like no one person had ever in my life," Chase replied tearing up and turning away.

"I realize how much I mean to you, and now I realize how much you mean to me. My mate took me for granted and never loved me more out of all the time we were together, than you did in the one night you and I had together," Scott said wiping away Chase's tears.

It only made Chase cry more, but not out of sadness but joy, Chase climbed to Scott and hugged tight.

"I...*gasp* love you, Scott *sob*," Chase sobbed and cried choking on his words.

Scott choked up and began to cry as well holding the back of Chase's head and brushing it.

"I love you... Hrmm too, Chase," Scott said choking up.

Chase looked at him with a deep stare and Scott looked back. Both of them teary eyed and sniffling. Chase moved in and kissed Scott deeply and passionately and Scott kissed him back. They broke off the kiss and smiled warmly staring into each others eyes.

Chase pulled Scott into the apartment and lead him over to the couch, they sat down and Chase rested his head on Scott's chest crying tears of joy and sighing happily.

Scott held Chase close and they cuddled till night-time when an unexpected knock at the door came unannounced.

"Stay here my love, I'll get it," Chase said standing up to answer the door.

He answered the door to find his mate, she was drunk and wobbling.

"He-ey baby, momma is aaaaa little wasted and wants, errrrrrrrup some sex," Chase's mate burps and pushes into him.

Scott stands up and puts on an angry face. She tried to get on her knees and reached into Chase's pants, but was too drunk to stay up and fell over. She struggled to stand up.

"Listen babe, I don't want to be with you anymore," Chase says firmly.

"Wh-y yyyyyyou gay or something. Hahahaha hyyyigupp," she says with a hiccup struggling to her feet.

"Actually... yes," Chase turns to Scott and smiles.

"And you're a dumb slut that uses me for sex, so I'm leaving you," Chase says walking past her taking Scott's paw.

"Fffffffine but youuu'll regret it, you're nothing with m-e," she rants stumbling.

Chase looks at Scott and smiles.

"I think I'll be much better off actually," Chase says walking out the door with Scott.

"Oh and by the way, you were the worst girl at giving blow jobs, I've ever met," Chase dissed before closing the door.

Chase looked at Scott and sighed, "Well, looks like I've got know where to stay."

"That's nonsense, you'll stay with me. Perhaps even forever," Scott said smiling.

Chase's face lit up and he hugged Scott hard.

"Thank you so much!" Chase thanked loudly.

Scott gave Chase a kiss and they walked downstairs and out of the apartment towards Scott's apartment. Along the way they talked and learned more. They got to Scott's apartment the same time the sun went down and took the stairs up to Scott's floor.

Scott unlocked it and lead Chase in throwing his keys on the table. It was much bigger and cleaner than Chase's apartment. Chase looked around amazed and smiled.

"Oh hey you want something to drink," Scott asked going to the fridge.

"Whatever you're having," Chase replied smiling and winking.

Scott got out 2 bottles of Budweiser being the only thing he had left.

"Hope you don't mind, it's what my mate drinks," Scott said twisting the cap off his bottle and handing the other to Chase.

Chase twisted the cap off and took a sip. He walked over to the couch and sat down crossing his legs, Scott went and sat down next to him. Chase loosened his sweats and got comfortable as he drank more of the bottle.

"You saved my life Scott, for that I'm in your debt," Chase said kissing his cheek.

Scott took another gulp of the cheap alcohol and smiled. Chase rubbed Scott's leg, moving to the inner thigh, and then his crotch. Scott murrs more and more with each touch and feel, Chase shuffled out of his baggy sweats and unbuttoned Scott's jeans.

Scott helped get them off and took another large gulp, while Chase chugged the rest of his bottle. Chase moved up on Scott putting himself on top as Scott laid back. Chase rubbed his sheath against Scott's as he grind. Scott put his hands on Chase's hips and grind back.

Chase leaned down and kisses Scott deeply and wagged his tail as his cock grew to its full length, as well as Scott. Chase inches his way up Scott and places his tail hole over top of Scott's hard cock. Scott looked at Chase with eyes that asked permission.

"Do you want to-"

Scott, just shut up and let me ride you," Chase hushed dominantly.

Scott nodded and pushed his cock inside Chase's tail hole. Chase rode Scott like a horse going up and down on him, placing both paws on his chest.

"Ohh ahhh," Chase moaned as he rode Scott.

Scott took a paw off of Chase's hip and began rubbing Chase's cock gently.

"Chase this is amazing... Oh you're so ...," Scott paused feeling a massive amount of pleasure surge through his body.

"Ohhhh I'm so close," Chase howled as his cock throbbed in Scott's gripped.

The harder Chase rode, the more Scott bucked and thrusted. As they both were about to meet their inevitable orgasm. Neither one wanting it to end.

"Ohhhh, Chase I'm going to-"

"Do it now, Ahhhhhoooo do it, Scott," Chase howled interrupting as he leaked pre all over Scott's paw.

"Ughuh... Chaaase!" Scott howled as he slid his knot in and released his seed.

"Scott nnnuughhh," Chase grunted as he shot his seed all over Scott's chest and along his face.

Scott shot his full load inside of Chase's tail hole and sighed from exhaustion. Chase collapsed on Scott panting and moaning as they met each other a tight, loving embrace.

Chase kisses Scott hard as their tongues rubbed along each other, they moaned back and forth into each others mouths until they both fell asleep from exhaustion.

They held each other through the night, never letting go for a second. They woke up the next morning on the couch and loathed the thought of getting off the couch, but Chase crawled off and both went and shared a shower. Afterwards they sat together and talked more.

"So then, how will you break it to your mate," Chase asked.

"Already got it covered, but I'll need you help," Scott replied.

Chase nodded and the hugged and shared a kiss.

"I love you, Chase," Scott said warmly.

"I love you too, Scott," Chase replied happily.

Over the next 3 days Scott and Chase spent every moment together, they both cling to each other and showed an infinite amount of love. Both going to work, and coming back with a smile and not an inch of regret. By the third day Chase had all his clothes and personal belongings moved in. Then after work on the third day Scott and Chase came home to discover Scott's mate had returned.

They walked in the door and found her sitting at the table.

"Scott you're back!" Scott's mate cries out hugging Scott.

Scott was speechless and hugged her back but quickly backed off.

"Umm... what the hell was that, Scott," Scott's mate asked angrily.

"There's something I need to tell you babe," Scott said turning to Chase and smiled.

"I... am breaking up with you," Scott said choking up a little.

"You are what!" she yells showing her teeth.

"What I'm saying is you and I are through, I'm sick of being taken for granted and being taken advantage of, I want to be with someone who loves me," Scott says looking at Chase with a warm smile.

"Well I ugh... can't leave until I have all my stuff," she says ranting angrily.

"Already taken care of, Chase and I moved it all to the lobby, you can pick it up behind the desk. Now I'll ask you politely to get out of my apartment," Scott said pointing her to the door.

She didn't say another word other than angry grunts and stormed out slamming the door.

"Well that could've gone better," Scott says with sarcasm.

"It doesn't matter, now we finally have each other," Chase says taking Scott's paws in his.

"I love you Chase," Scott says smiling warmly.

"I love you too, Scott," Chase says leaning forward and kisses.

They go back to the couch and sit cuddling in a warm embrace. Both happier than ever. The day winds down and they celebrate their successful mating by going to the bar to get a steady buzz going.

The bartender bought them drinks all night, even though he was not obligated he wanted to celebrate with them by providing them with cheap liquor.

As the night went on they grazes their tails against each others, and opened another bottle of Heineken.

Thank you guys for being so patient with me, again this story was for my very good friend Dreadscot1337, not a request but a gift. I took great pleasure on writing this story but may not write again for a while. Peace out my furry people and thank you Scott for being there for me and being such an amazing friend :). And one more thing there are probably a ton of spelling mistakes but this is a gift for a friend. Hate comments will be deleted because I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR HATERS.