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Tired bear is tired and sleepy. Tick tock tick tock the seconds go off the clock! I mean...uhmm...well...yeah...hello everyone! It's good to see (metaphorically/figuratively?) you all! What I mean to say it welcome back to another installment of that story that I started and then said I'd continue more timely and then didn't and now you're seeing a notification and saying "Omg, this story still exists! Awesome, because I love it!" OK...well...maybe I'm hoping that last sentence is what you are thinking! OK, 'ramblage' over. I would like to thank for the kick in the rump I needed to get rolling again! Thanks! And without further adue (...not sure what the word is!) I present to you "Family Days"

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"Ohhhh!" Ben let out, wringing his paws together as the wolf just smirked and pushed forward still, moving the couch he'd been on just moments ago. Something burned inside him, and he was rather sure of what it was, the pressure ever building. It was getting slightly unbearable. It hadn't started out so bad, in fact it was pleasant. "Please please please,"

"Harder?" the wolf asked.

Ben whined and nodded his head--feeling ashamed to do such a sound, but he didn't care. He needed this. Oh how badly he needed it. Faster and harder faster and harder he went. Gripping the cloth between his paws and feeling sweat bead on his fur.

A paw finally helped.

"Come-on! Come-on!"

Harder. Faster. Harder. Harder! Everything he was went into it.

"It's not coming out Ben,"

Looking back desperately at the pup Ben scowled and shook his head, "It has to!"

"I'm sure Dad won't mind...it's not...well...that bad," Chris replied, looking over the bear's shoulder at the stain where the red cherry flavored drink now stained the nice white carpet. The bear jumped up and ran to the kitchen, coming back what seemed like seconds later with a glass of water that he then slowly put some onto the carpet, then scrubbed more.

"I...don't think you're supposed to scrub Ben...Dad always tells me just to dab at the messes,"

"What?" the petrified bear asked.

"Shouldn't you...know this stuff?"

"I...I...I'm a bit flustered at the moment I suppose," Ben said, clearing his throat and hoping to gain back some of his composure. He doubted that was what it appeared as though. And he still gripped the rag in his paw tightly. Marion was going to kill him. Absolutely and utterly going to kill him.

Unless he hid the stain. What if he just moved the couch a little? Or pulled up the coffee table? Yes, that would work. Yes...until Marion decided to move it back, or wonderd why his furniture had been moved. He could blame it on Chris. Tell the wolf the pup had done it, and he'd been embarrassed and he didn't want to get him in trouble--ask Marion not to mention it. But that was horrible. Still, his 'youngest-sibling' instincts from when he'd been a cub told him it might work. Sadly, his adult maturity--if it could really be called so--forced the idea out from his mind.

Last time. This would be the last time he drank a soda and casually just tossed the remote down--how foolish could a bear be?

The wolf would be home soon!

Joy and fear raged through him for a few moments--the fear by far winning out. And for the next hour he labored with the pup, and eventually, miraculously. With team work and determination they stain was removed--though mostly with dilution and lots of prayer if Ben had to be utterly honest.

Chris smiled at the bear and shrugged his shoulders, "It was a pretty fun week B--..." he said and cut off. The pup's ears stood on end as they finished, and he glanced at him before he heard the door rattling.

And then the door opened. Ben was sure he didn't exist for a little bit of time.

Neither tried to make it awkward, tried to control themselves. Marion so he didn't embarrass his son, and Chris didn't want to seem too clingy. He wasn't just some young pup who couldn't survive without his dad. No matter how much he wanted to move faster than a casual walk.

Ben tried his best not to snicker however. The two were, well, funny to say the least. It was obvious how glad and eager the two were to be around one another yet again, and he wasn't sure all those pretenses didn't fall the second the older wolf hugged his son. One would've thought they'd spent a year apart from one another--liked the parable of the lost son coming home, or well, father in this case.

If it didn't seem so gregarious to him, Ben was sure it would've been sweet. He smiled regardless, happy to see the reunion, but a bit perplexed as well. He'd never been this close to his father, even if they had been close. He was glad for Chris to have that.

Chris knew to treasure his dad. And that made Ben smile--remembering their conversation. It was theirs. Something he and the wolf shared and them alone.

The wolves slowly broke apart, Marion giving his son a kiss on the forehead. "I missed you...both of you,"

Ben looked back quickly, smiling when he noted the wolf's eyes were on him--finally. Not that he minded. He understood Marion took care of Chris first--he wasn't sure if he was the first man of Marion's life, but he didn't care. He wouldn't ask such a silly question after all, and only a little bit because he was scared of the answer.

And it didn't matter. The wolf's arms soon enough circled around him and he found himself returning the embrace--but he held back. Instead keeping it rather simple, rather affectionate but not as needy as he felt. He wanted to grip the wolf tight and never let him go again. He never _would_let go.

And yet he did. All too soon. He smiled at the wolf, and couldn't help it. He leaned down and gave him a kiss. Not a simple peck on the lips, but a full tender one, cupping and caressing a cheek as he did. As soon as it began he ended it, pulling back and smiling at his love, "Welcome back,"

Marion blushed furiously, "I...heh...uhmm...it's good to be back,"

Chris blushed as well, but also felt a small smile on his muzzle, and then blushed even more furiously that he'd smiled at that display of affection.

"I uhh...yeah...I'm...I'll be right back...gotta put this up," Marion said, holding up a small bag--fastfood by the smell.

The two stood still and watched the returned fur walk out yet again. Ben with a love-struck smile on his face, and Chris just happy to have his family back. The bear looked over at the pup after a few moments and smiled, "Uhmm...sorry about that..."

"It's...uhmm, it's fine...I know it's been a bit of time for you two as well..."

"Heh...I suppose," Ben said, thinking of running upstairs while the wolf wasn't looking. Run to his drawer. Get it out. Get it out and run back down, run to the wolf and then he'd kn--

"Thanks for this week Ben,"

That stopped all his thoughts and he looked back at the wolf, "It...it was nothing Chris...I had a good time...if I can say that,"

"I'll tell everyone at school," Chris replied with a roll of his eyes.

"Heh...I'm sure that'd cause quite a stir,"

"But really Ben...thank you...for everything,"

"It was my pleasure Chris...r--"

"Oh my God!" a voice seemed to shriek from the kitchen, followed by coughing--lots of coughing. A few moments later there was a retching sound. Chris and Ben exchanged curious looks, before the later moved off to the kitchen.

Ben peered his head inside and noticed the wolf leaning over the sink, "Marion? Are you OK?"

Marion turned on the water and rinsed out his mouth a few times, trying his best to the get the mixture of tastes out. His stomach churned uncomfortably again before he nearly hurled--yet again.

Ben waited patiently. He felt that normally it would've been appropriate to walk over and pat the wolf, perhaps even throw a kiss his way, but at the moment he was sure standing away was smarter. To his side he noticed Chris walk by and stand near the edge of the table. They once again exchanged silent looks, with Chris inquiring about the problem.

Ben shrugged his shoulders, and as he did so noted the brown dish on the counter; the one that he and Chris had made at the beginning of the week. A grimace spread over his features, "Oh..." he let out.

Marion spit out another mouthful of water and turned around, glaring at the bear, "Oh?"

"Well...you see..." Ben started, looking between the failed dish--only imagining that over time it's pungent, disgusting flavor had increased--and the wolf, "It....Well, technically it's your fault,"

Marion scowled at the bear for a few moments, caught between mock anger and real anger--why would he keep the dish? Honestly, it looked like they hadn't even touched it. Maybe the two were playing a game on him. "How is that wretched dish my fault,"

"Well," Chris interjected, his nose wrinkling in the air as the smell came back to him--salmon...just...without the fish, "Your instructions were bad," he said, noticing time had not been kind to the dish--not kind at all.

"Ohh," Marion let out with a laugh, "I know that is not one of my dishes,"

"Is to," Ben replied, unsure what exactly he was defending at the moment: the dish, his pride, his skill (not that there was any) as a cook, or Chris's assurance that the directions had stunk.

"I can assure you none of my dishes are...well, not whatever that is," Marion scowled, moving over to the dish and grabbing it, "I would never make something like this!....You didn't eat this did you?"

"What? Lord no!" Ben said quickly, putting his paws up in defense as the wolf began to shove the food down the drain and turn on the disposal.

"It's even brown on the inside...if I didn't know better I'd say it was actually crap,"

"Hey...it......uhh...just didn't age well," Ben said, feeling a small slap to his skill--even though yet again he remembered having absolutely none.

Marion took in a deep breath and held it, calming himself as he released it slowly. The bear hadn't meant to try and kill him, he knew that, but, but the dish was just so retched! How could Ben make something so terrible. It was actually impressive how bad it was, and he'd only had a small taste.

"I'm sorry Babe," Ben said, moving over and putting a paw on the wolf's shoulder, "I...well, I thought I was following a recipe from your book,"

"It's fine...I mean...it has to be," Marion replied, scraping his tongue against his teeth as best he could. "As long as you never try it again,"

"I think we're all OK on that," Chris cut in with a small bark of a laugh, and the bear replied with a much deeper rumbling laugh. It was true though. Of all the progress they had made over the week, the knowledge about one another as food providers was quite solid.

"Well...for now, I think I want to get out of the kitchen...might have flashbacks for a bit of time now," Marion chuckled, shaking his head at his own little bit of humor, though Ben seemed a bit annoyed at it--though they both knew it was true. "Besides, I wanna relax a bit before getting supper ready,"

"OK...well, I guess I'll be in my room then,"

"D--well, OK," Marion replied, his ears flickering against his head. If Chris didn't want to stay downstairs he wouldn't force the pup. He'd wanted him to stay though. But at the same time he was sure he knew part of the problem. Chris wasn't going to seem too attached to him, not with Ben around. Was the pup worried to seem that way?

Even as the sound of his feet running up the stairs faded the thoughts ran about for a little bit, at least until a pair of arms wrapped around him and pulled him into a fuzzy embrace. The warmth ran through him, and an eager growl began to rumble into him from the bear. Laying a paw over one of the arms he looked up, smirking, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Haven't had you in my arms for a week...just," Ben said and tugged on his boyfriend, nuzzling at him, "Just let me have this...have you,"

Surprisingly sweet, enough so that Marion felt his heart jump a bit.

"I missed you," Ben rumbled, stroking over the wolf's chest.

"I missed you too," Marion replied, letting himself be turned around before leaning up to give the bear a small kiss. It was just that, at the start. And when he pulled back he made sure to lick the bear's cheek in affection--which got a breathy love confession. It also got him to continue the kiss, pressing his lips against the bear's a bit more firmly.

And then he pulled back and told Ben his own love confession, before he was pulled back for another light kiss. Not quite as light as before. Never as light as before. And they didn't break apart instead shuffling closer to press themselves against one another. His tongue found its way into the bear's muzzle, the larger muscle eager to greet him.

"Umm, well, Ben," Marion began before looking to the stairs. After a moment he heard the familiar closing of the pup's door and looked back to his bear. He coughed politely before continuing, "Would...you mind helping me get this flavor off my tongue?"

"Well, there's some juice in the fridge..."

Marion smirked as much as he frowned at his lover's innocence for their reuinion; especially at all the innuendos they had shared while texting. Leaning up he kissed Ben lightly on the cheek, "I was thinking something a bit heavier,"

This time it caught on like a spark to dry hay. "Like what exactly? Hmmm?" Ben hummed, his chest thrumming with a happy growl.

"I'm sure something will come to me, right on the tip of my tongue I'd say," Marion replied with a smirk, nudging his cheek against the bear's.

"That was such a bad line," Ben hummed, giving the wolf a small kiss while he pulled him tightly against his chest.

Marion let out a moan of agreement, pressing further into the kiss while he snaked his paws up Ben's neck, feeling the thick-furred bear's rumble vibrate. A large paw shoved its way into his pants. The bear's paw rolled his tender orbs about in his paw, causing him to whine happily at the feeling while another paw held him tight as they moved back. He twisted and shoved Ben back, the bear falling onto the couch with a small grunt. It didn't matter, the bear wasn't going to care where he was soon enough. He humped into the feeling of the bear's paws, growling into the kiss now. Needy.

"Mmmm,"

"Mmhmm," Marion replied, beginning to undo the buttons as quickly as he could on the bear's shirt. He broke the kiss after a moment, grinning at the nearly undone shirt and chest of his bear, "Looking fucking sexy,"

"You're eager,"

"Want you," Marion replied, leaning down and biting the bear's neck before jumping up to his ear and nipping at it, "Want all of you. Want you to shove me on the bed, just like you promised you'd do, and fuck me till I'm drained--then you're going to fuck me again, got it?"

Ben growled at the dirty request and nodded, not sure he had the words to reply at the moment, preferring to just get started on that task right now. And so he shoved Marion's head back against his own, kissing the wolf with renewed fervor.

At least until the stairs creaked under the weight of a new fur showing up. They both broke apart and Ben began to withdraw his paws from inside the wolf's pants, stopping over the red shaft and leaning up with the wolf. Marion gave him a look--which turned to a face of sudden pleasure as he gave it a grope.

Chris plopped down at the banister of the stairs, looking around for a moment before noting the two. He smiled at his dad.

"Yes Pup?" Marion asked quickly, hoping not too quickly. Why was Ben holdin his cock?! Did the bear want to be caught? But...he didn't want him to let go either. But his son was looking right at them--thank heaven the couch blocked their waists. Out of the corner of his eye he noted Ben's shirt was still rather undone--maybe Chris wouldn't think anything of it.

"Dad, can you make something nice tonight?" Chris asked from the banister, cocking his head.

Marion laughed a little but nodded his head, "Yeah, of course," he replied, before elbowing Ben, "I guess someone in this house has to be able to cook," he added, trying to be natural about his tone.

"I tried..."

"And unless hell on earth erupts you never should again," Marion retorted, which made Ben snort indignantly while Chris just chuckled a little. Looking back over to his son he cocked his head, "What would you like?"

"It doesn't matter...what you can think of I guess," Chris replied, "Just...something good,"

"I'll see what I can scrounge up," Marion replied and let out a relieved sigh as the pup retreated back up the stairs. He shot the bear a scowl, "Ben!"

"Yes?" Ben asked, beginning to rub his paw intently against the length.

"Ohhh,"

"Heheh,"

"Beeeeennnn,"

"There we go, just enjoy it,"

Marion felt himself humping into the paw all the more intently now, his balls churning and ready to explode. Before he got to that final plunge though he shoved himself away, panting and standing up quickly, "We...we shouldn't,"

That was shocking. Ben stared up at the wolf, his own cock throbbing in his pants, "What?"

"Living room Ben? Way too...uhmm...crowded,"

"I was thinking you wer--"

"I was thinking wrong," Marion said sternly--not ready to budge on this. Oh sure, if it was a roommate or something else, it would've been fine. But he was not about to let his own son catch him in the middle of any sort of debauchery.

Ben stood up, feeling his arousal take a small nose dive at the tone, "Marion...I'm sorry, I was ju--"

"Ben, I'm not angry,"

"You're not?"

Marion shook his head and moved over, hugging the bear--and in a manner showing he wasn't angry from the pressure a part of him pressed onto the bear, "Not at all, just...we really shouldn't,"

"But...you said you wanted that taste off your tongue," Ben said, smiling a little now that he was sure he wasn't in trouble.

"Oh quiet...I'll suck your cock later," Marion said with a smile, swatting Ben lovingly on his nose. "If you're good I might just have to stay till I've gotten two helpings,"

"You don't have to lie Marion...I know you just want to get that nasty taste out,"

Marion smirked a bit but didn't lose a beat, "Then why would I be asking to suck you off Honey-Butt? Besides...you're the one who can't get enough of the ol' Marion-Express,"

"Ouch...and we're naming you after a train or something now?" Ben inquired with a chuckle. "Cause I'm pretty sure it's the Ben-Engine going through your tunnel you like so much,"

"Oh yeah......a big...powerful, sexy engine ..." Marion mumbled with a smirk--knowing just how awful the lines were, and that if either of them had been able to blow a load they might've smacked the other for such bad lines.

Ben's growl increased and he adjusted himself openly for the wolf, "Are you sure you want to wait?"

Marion hesitated, eyeing the bear before prying his eyes away and shaking his head, "We should..."

Ben rolled his eyes and pulled Marion closer, "But it's not what we want...."

"B--Uhh,"

Ben forced his tongue into the wolf's muzzle, taking it over and invading his lover--though the surrender happened quickly enough too. Paws soon found themselves on his pants and he growled happily, grinding himself into the touch as they dipped in. He pressed further into the kiss; coaxing and guiding the wolf to continue.

And then it was over. Marion was kind enough not to jerk his paws away, but he pulled them back before he made any real moves and broke the kiss, leaving the bear's tongue still trying to fight him. He wiped his paws on his pants--as if to drive the scent away and shook his head again, "We shouldn't Ben..."

Ben groaned in annoyance and let out something near a whine, "Maarrrion,"

"Oh come-on Ben, it's not so bad. I'll make it up to you with interest by the hour, OK?" Marion replied, seeing the sudden look of curiosity that got from his lover.

"Interest?"

"Yeah...until bedtime you get an hour with me...and then we'll add on some interest...what do you say...fifty percent?"

"Two hundred," Ben stated surely.

"What...b--"

"Two hundred percent," Ben growled at the wolf, moving forward and taking Marion's paws from him and holding him. It would've seemed intimidating, but the glint in his eyes told the wolf his aggression wasn't dangerous--simply...primal. "I get you...how I want you, you do what I say, got it?"

"What about me?" Marion whined playfully, making sure he kept his body away from Ben's. He wasn't sure if the bear brought him into his arms and said they were going to have sex in his current tone that he'd be able to pull back. Of course, that would end the deal as well, but by Ben's look, the bear didn't really seem to care.

"You know I'll take care of my wolfie...it just went up to two-fifty though," Ben growled again, smirking this time; he wanted to know just how far he'd be able to take it. "For every hour we wait, I'm getting two and a half, got it?"

"Fine! Fine! Two-hundred fifty!" Marion said quickly.

Ben huffed happily and let go of the wolf, "It's four now--bed time is at eleven..."

"So seven hours. I'll give you seventeen extra ones as interest,"

"Eighteen, we're rounding," Ben stated with a smirk. He would've taken the seventeen, but when he noticed the way Marion's tail wagged lightly, he had no doubts he'd made the right move.

"Eighteen it is then...you get me for a day and an hour then,"

"Very generous of you my dear," Ben said with mock care--even if he really did care. Still, he wanted Marion now. Not later. "Where do you plan to give me twenty-five hours of 'us' time though?"

Marion chuckled and winked, "Chris is planning to go to a friend's this weekend; so from the second I walk in the door I'll make up for this bit of missed time. Making sure you're begging for more--cause I know I'll be doing that; heck, I might even cave in and pick up a collar like you suggested that one time," Marion teased.

That made Ben growl and take another step towards the wolf, but he was quickly stopped with a paw on his chest.

"Well...it'll have to wait," Marion said and with that turned around to head into the kitchen, "And besides, I'm the one whose really missing out...had my mind set on you," Marion mumbled under his breath--sure that the hours coming up on the weekend wouldn't really be him paying interest to the bear so much as it would be them both fulfilling their needs for the past week--well, perhaps a bit more than that actually.

Of course, they retired early that night, and not even before regular bedtime Marion found that the bear's endurance only lasted for two languid licks. Still, that did help to get the taste off his tongue, if not to make quite the mess of a lot more. He slept smelling more strongly of his bear--and his bear more strongly of him--than before that night; causing Ben to wake him after only a few hours of sleep for one more round. At the rate things were going Marion wasn't sure they'd have much left to give after dropping Chris off.

Ben smiled as he gave the wolf a kiss on the head and slipped from the bed, searching in the dark for his boxers to throw on, and then around the room for a moment more. He closed his drawer softly and kept a tight grip on his paw. And with that he sneaked his way into the kitchen. When there, he sat down in a nearby chair and unclenched his paw. He stared, the small bit of light playing along the surface--causing the smallest of glimmers.

"What's th--"

Ben let out a small yell of surprise, and his paw convulsed closed, shooting out of the chair and looking at the intruder. "Nothing!" he replied as quickly as the words formed on his tongue. "It's...it's nothing...nothing nothing..."

"I thought I--"

"What are you doing up?"

"Just came down for some water," Chris replied and caught the sight of the bear again, this time a bit more surprised and deciding to ask some questions of his own if the bear was going to go on the defensive, "Why aren't you wearing anything els--"

Awkward......awkward....

"It's warm upstairs,"

"I bet it was," Chris said with a small chuckle that came out with a yawn. It was really all he could say after all--it was awkward enough already. Roll with the flow, just roll with the flow. And for some reason he felt like he was teasing a friend--though not quite a friend like he would one his own age, and something very different.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing Ben," Chris replied with a small smile.

"I...uhmm...sorry, I should've put something more on,"

Chris just shrugged this time, "It's fine Ben...I don't mind," he said, knowing he often walked about with only a pair of pajama bottoms on. "If anything...it's the smell that is taking me by surprise,"

Ben flinched in shock, had he just seen the edges of a smirk on the wolf's mouth? No, pups didn't do that! Pups didn't like to think of their parents, well, doing what adults did! Especailly when a father was sleeping with another guy. He'd expected Chris to be angry at the mention that he and the pup's father did more than just sleep together--that certain acts preceded sleeping. "I...uhh...hmph...I guess we're both late night eaters,"

Chris nodded, not really sure what to say. It wasn't that he minded seeing the bear with only his boxers on. OK, well, that wasn't quite right. Better to say it didn't bother him very much. The bear didn't look bad. Truthfully he'd always assumed Ben was a bit pudgy and he tried not to stare, but couldn't help note that had been wrong. It was unfair to think of the bear as having wolf-physique though. And with so little on, their differences were quite obvious. Still, that didn't mean he wanted to see the bear with only his boxers all the time! Still, he didn't mind. After all, his own father was probably wearing mu--no! Chris knew what the two did, but some thoughts did make him shudder a little.

Sort of like the smell of the room--permeating from the bear. _That_was what Ben should've been apologizing for! How was he going to get that scent out of his mind?! Did the two never hear of a shower? For fuck's sake, even in the guise of romanticism--just getting each other's scent off one another.

The normal scent was fine, but this? Chris shook his head, trying to force it out. It wasn't bad either. But it wasn't right, and certainly not something he would've said was good. So he breathed through his mouth, trying not to think on it. And that wasn't too hard. Instead he glanced at the bear's paw yet again, still gripped tight. It convulsed and he looked up at Ben, who was staring at him intently.

Ben swallowed the lump in his throat.

Chris coughed after a moment, forcing it. He really was thirsty. Still, his eyes stayed on that paw, where he thought he'd seen a glimmer of a golden band. He didn't make it awkward. Well, no more than even an inadvertent talk of the bear and his father bonking just one floor above him. Still, there was no reason to say anything, no reason to think anything. It could've been anything. Absolutely anything. Besides, the bear obviously didn't want anyone knowing. And so he came what he'd meant to do, grabbing a glass of water and walking out.

When the pup was gone Ben brought the object back out and stared at it for a few moments. He'd have to tell Chris. Oh, it was backwards even. A plan formed in his mind, but he knew it was right. Maybe not now, maybe not for a few months, maybe longer. But the plan would come to fruition. Ben stared at his golden reflection and felt butterflies in his stomach...