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GOOD NEWS EVERYONE! I have a new chapter out! Muwahahha, enjoy it very much, for at my writing pace, we may all be dead before I can finish a story Nah...I shoudl find more time for writing in the next few weeks and months actually! Life is...well, it's going, whether good or bad I try not to think on and just make sure I don't drown! And that you guys get something to read occasionally as well! I've got some things coming down the road in the next bit of time...but it may be quite a bit of time, but I hope you'll look forward to them.

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Without further...adieu? (not sure what the phrase is!) FAMILY DAYS!

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I have to kill him...he knows too much the bear thought darkly, though that thought went away as quickly as it had formed and he rolled his eyes. Or I could...buy him ice-cream to keep him quiet? Oh yes Ben, you're a genius! Ice-cream, all the pups are taking it as incentive these days.......I would've...

Ben shook his head though, he'd been a bit bigger than most of the of the pups when he'd been young, and ice cream had certainly worked well on him. Heck, he'd probably work for a nice ice cream even now. The thoughts were a light distraction from his fear about the wolf lying gainst the larger canine just a few feet away.

And then the pup knew something else--something he shouldn't have. At least, he was rather sure he knew.

But the pup didn't let on if he did. Ben thought for a few moments on the box upstairs, hidden well--relatively he believed. How often would the wolf check the drawer Ben now occupied, much less his business socks? It would be safe there. It had to be. Unless, and if so there were much bigger problems to handle, the wolf had a paw fetish. Ben was ticklish at his feet, but he shook his head, no reason to think anything would go wrong. He smiled at the sight before him, not really able to see Chris knowing as a true problem--the pup was too....too something. He didn't know what the word was, but he knew he was smiling as he stared at the sleeping figure.

"Chris," Marion said and rubbed his son's arm gently. The pup stirred a little and nestled into his lap again. "Hey, Chris," he whispered again.

This time Chris mumbled in his sleep. They--him, Chris, and Ben--had been watching an episode of CSI and Chris had fallen asleep with him. The bear had opted for the recliner, since it was his favorite seat; leaving the wolves to the sofa. Chris had slumped over, fighting it a bit more and more till he had practically passed out after thirty minutes of the show. He wondered if he'd gotten that from his mother--not being a night owl.

Marion smiled down at the pup and shook him again, getting a groggy response from the sleeping figure. He got that from Tracy no doubt, or at least he thought, because he was quite quick to wake up. After a moment he flexed his wrists like he had so many times throughout the day--getting used to having the use of them again.

"Let him sleep," Ben whispered, smiling at the pup, and then at his lover. It had been quite a pleasant weekend with Marion back--very nice indeed. The wolf had stayed true to his promise of being his, which had been more than entertaining. At one point he'd even had Marion strapped to the bed--using two belts to tie him to the bedframe. That particular instance had been a very fun hour; he'd never knew Marion could whine so fervently before.

"Yeah...but...I can't sleep like this and he needs to go to bed," Marion said, frowning at the misfortune of his son not being the pup he always thought of him as. If Chris were actually a pup then he could lift him up and carry him to his bed, but Chris was a young wolf--even if he'd always be a pup in his eyes. As it was, Chris was getting heavier and heavier for him to lift up and carry. He was dreading the time when the wolf would finally hit his growth spurt; maybe he'd be the one looking up to his son then. The thought made him smile for some reason, but it seemed right; a parent would want their child to surpass them, right?

Ben chuckled and stood up, "Would you like me to take him?" he asked, cocking his head down at the two wolves. When Marion nodded he knelt down and cupped Chris in his arms. The wolf was still light as a feather to him, even if he would soon be as heavy as his father. Truthfully he was quite sure Chris would grow to be bigger than his father.

Marion felt blood surging back into his legs with his son's weight gone. The bear's natural strength always amazed him, and in some ways he was jealous. The pure fact was that even if he hit the gym everyday for years Ben would have the natural muscle that bears' were blessed with that was more than his own would've been. Even if he'd felt over the bear so many times, it always amazed him; always made him feel wanting--in a good way.

Ben cradled the young wolf carefully, throwing the less proper thoughts far away. He did not wish for Chris to wake up. Not when it seemed like Chris was just starting to warm up to him. No, they were better than that really. The week alone had been nice--he and Chris had their own thing now; so to speak. Though he was quite sure him holding him like this might not make Chris happy. And even though he divided the lines of 'father's boyfriend' and 'teacher' well enough, it was really quite strange to be holding the pup; he was much more used to holding Chris's papers. Still, there was something else too--he wasn't just the 'father's boyfriend' and 'teacher' anymore. He waited for Marion to get up and then nodded towards the stairs inquisitively.

Marion nodded in reply.

"Mummshel," Chris rambled in his sleep and tossed a bit.

Ben winced at the movement, praying the wolf would sleep just a bit longer, till they were in his bedroom. If he could just get Chris down then things would be fine. It was much harder to walk gently, as if not moving, with a living thing than he originally thought. He could pass through a busy hallway with a beaker full of hydrochloric acid--though he would not dare try it--but to carry the young wolf up the stairs without feeling as if he wobbled on every step was a challenge.

"Don't be so nervous," Marion whispered to the bear from behind. They were going into Chris's bedroom and the bear seemed to be shaking like a leaf. He could tell Ben wasn't comfortable having the pup in his arms, and could guess a few reasons why.

"I can't help it," Ben whispered back. He stood still so that Marion could get the covers back from the wolf's bed and stared down at Chris. The wolf was just like his father in appearance and very much like him in character too--though Chris was his own person through and through in so many ways also.

He didn't admit it to anyone. Not even really to himself...

But he liked Chris. He really did like the young wolf. More than as a teacher, and more than as just his boyfriend's son--the pup held his own place in his heart. At some points he wondered if he possibly might've loved the wolf. But at the end, he knew he did--he just wasn't ready to quite say the idea out loud, even in his min. Of course if it was it wasn't the same love as with his father, but it was something that he didn't quite know yet. It wasn't the same affection he held for his students either, even if that was still there too. The pup was important to him for so many reasons: he was his student, his boyfriend's son, and something else--something he couldn't place yet. He felt an unintended smile creep on his muzzle as he held the wolf, along with a warmth spreading in his chest. Of course, for the latter he simply told himself it was the sleeping wolf's body heat.

Marion smiled at the two. He had the bed sheets pulled back and noticed Chris actually nestled closer to Ben. He let out a small chuckle at how the bear reacted to it. Ben's reaction was so extreme he thought that the bear might actually drop Chris in surprise; tha twould've been a bit of a problem. Still, he also noted how Chris relaxed--as if the bear's scent calmed him. That made him feel better--he'd remembered a time the scent had annoyed the pup. But...that had been when it'd been on his own fur, perhaps that was still there.

Ben looked up and saw that the bed was ready and quickly moved over to it. He set Chris down as gently as he could and shook a bit when the wolf was finally out of his arms.

"He isn't contagious with something," Marion said with a teasing smile.

Ben looked over at the older wolf and scowled, "I know that! I--It's...it's time for bed," he said, deciding it best to change the subject. In the dark room he was glad Marion couldn't see the blood that was in his cheeks. He'd never felt so strange, and even if he had enjoyed the sensation he didn't know what it was. A part of him felt like it wouldn't have been entirely wrong of him to give Chris a kiss on the head like his father did as he tucked him in, but he pushed that thought away quickly.

"OK," Marion said with a chuckle. They began to move out of the room and as they did he couldn't help but take the bear's paw into his own. He looked back at the pup once and grinned for a few moments. Once the door was closed he looked back at Ben and smiled, "That was sweet of you,"

"Oh quiet..." Ben said, still feeling happy at having held the pup but unwilling to even come close to admitting such a thing. After all, Chris wasn't a pup, he was a young wolf--far past the age to be held like some, well, pup. The wolf squeezed his paw and he couldn't help a smile. He curtly stopped and turned to face the wolf, giving him a stern look.

Marion stopped and looked over at Ben. "What's with th--woah!"

Ben moved quickly and took Marion into his arms, holding him much like he'd held Chris, though his pull was entirely different now. He smirked down at the wolf and cocked his head, "If I'm gonna be carrying the wolves of this house, then I might as well do it all the time,"

Marion chuckled and put a paw over the bear's chest, rubbing over it, "Oh...thank you Mr. Bear...how would we helpless wolves get around without you?"

"Watch it...I can still drop you," Ben said with a smile.

Marion leaned up and kissed Ben under his chin, and then chuckled a little, "I know...but you wouldn't,"

"Of course not," Ben replied with a smirk, feeling all the more comfortable with this wolf in his arms. A pair of lips latched under his muzzle and began to kiss him while he moved through the house, but he only really managed to get to the last floor before he had to set Marion down. The wolf looked so nice--smiling at him innocently like he didn't know he'd had to set him down for this. With firm paws he gripped the wolf's sides and pulled him to his chest, letting their lips meet again.

Marion moaned happily into his lover's muzzle.

"You were a good wolf this weekend you know," Ben told his lover, smiling at him.

"I just try to please my wonderful lover. Did I do well?"

Ben kissed the wolf for a moment before pulling back again and nodding, "Beautifully. I couldn't have asked for a better weekend...well...at least physically,"

"Me neither," Marion replied with a grin, "...except for maybe the whole tying me up and leaving me part,"

"It was only an hour," Ben replied with a smirk. How could he be blamed for it--the wolf had looked so good there, tied up and at his mercy.

"An hour covered in bear cum," Marion replied with a huff, having not minded the first ten minutes really. It had been hot--how the bear had straddled him. He'd been expecting to be taken, so when Ben began to ride him he was sure he'd gone to heaven.

"Well, your muzzle was clean," Ben said, pulling back and bringing Marion to his side as they began to move the rest of the way to the bedroom. "I have pictures to prove it!" he stated with a larger grin. After they'd both gotten off Ben had simply growled happily before digging through his pants and pulling his boxers on and getting his phone. In the afterglow Marion hadn't had much problem posing with his tongue out, showing the bear's camera he was a good wolf as he lapped at what he could. He had the pictures on the computer now--where he was sure he would revisit them plenty. That and the cum-stained tail hole pics, and the ones of Marion's lips wrapped around his meaty member, or disappearing into the wolf, or--...a growl of pleasure ran from his chest at the memories.

"You want more?" Marion asked, feeling a bit drained honestly. He wasn't, well, he'd thought his sex drive was high, and he was sure it was. But with Ben, the bear was, as silly the word seemed--and rather flattering since he was the object of interest--insatiable.

"Going to have more," Ben growled, leaning in to kiss the wolf again.

Marion returned the growl, not minding it really. Still, he wished he'd been hard--the fact that he was even thinking about it annoyed him a little. He cast the thoughts away, deciding he could give the bear quite a nice time still. A very nice time, he thought with emphasis, his paw rubbing over the tented pants.

"We don't have to tonight you know," Ben said after they broke the kiss, taking the wolf's paw from his pants and giving it a kiss.

Had he given something away? Was the bear upset? Marion quelled the thoughts and smiled back at the bear, "I don't mind,"

"And that is the thing," Ben said with a chuckle as he brought Marion to his side, "You don't mind, and I love you for that. But...I want you to want it,"

"I do want you," Marion said, scowling a bit when the bear laughed and shook his head.

"It's OK, really Marion..."

"...sorry, just not quite in the mood right now,"

"It's fine...I'm sorry that I'm, well...a bit more needy that way than you,"

"I don't mind you being that way," Marion cut in, thinking of groping the bear, but for some reason he didn't. He was sure Ben didn't want him to--or well, wouldn't have appreciated the gesture as much as he might've. Instead he rested his head against the thick shoulder and let out a sigh, "Just a bit drained from this weekend...not sure I've got much left in me,"

"I can take that as a compliment,"

"It is one,"

"Let's get ready for bed," Ben said, kissing his lover on the head as they moved into their bedroom. He sat down on the bed and stopped, the world around him seeming to go dim as his mind raced. Their bedroom? Wasn't it Marion's bedroom and he was staying over? It might be different now. He wanted to throw that idea away, he wanted to be able to call it his and the wolf's but that was too much; he couldn't just invite himself into the wolves' lives like that.

Maybe once he did what he was going to. But how could he do that when he was having trouble with just thinking the word. He was going to...he was going to...Ben sighed in frustration and shook his head. He was going to propose. He nodded then, he knew that was what he wanted, but it was the other two he was concerned with.

There was little enough doubt that Marion wanted them to share parts of their lives together, but to join them entirely so quickly. They hadn't even been dating a year. Half a year was a good time though, even if still rather scary. He had to move slowly, and surely. Most of all for Chris' sake.

"Beeeeeennnnn," Marion hummed and gurgled at the same time, leaning against the door frame with a toothbrush in his mouth and some foamy paste at his lips. "Whatchu duing?"

"Oh, nothing, just thinking," Ben replied, giving his best smile--which came genuinely enough as he stared at the wolf. He was in love with him, how Marion managed to look charming with paste dripping into his chin furs, slouching on the door frame to the bathroom and one paw idly scratching at his belly. A part of him was revolted at just how complacent he felt to simply watch Marion brush his teeth--as if that was a bit of the happiness found in life.

Then again, what did they say? It's the simple pleasures that are the most worth keeping. He nodded to himself and stood up, beginning to get ready for bed. There was time later to think on these things. And as he was a few minutes later, in his pajama bottoms and holding his wolf, he didn't feel like worrying about things like proposing, or if the wolves would accept him. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the moments.

"You know," Marion began and nestled back into the bear's arms, "I think you're just a softie,"

"Oh shut-up," Ben replied, but it just made the wolf laugh more at him. He tugged on the wolf and kissed his neck, "You're lucky I love you you know,"

"A part of you sure seems to like me," Marion noted, reaching behind him to grope the shaft that was not quite soft and not quite hard yet.

"Mmmph...Don't do that...then I'll be wanting more," Ben told the wolf with a frown, not wanting to be teased like that when they'd already decided to simply cuddle and go to sleep without any release.

"OK, OK...sorry," Marion replied, instead opting to take the bear's paw and hold onto it, bringing it around him like a blanket. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, once again nestling back into the warm fuzziness that was the bear. He coudlnt' wait for winter to really set in, he wondered how comfy Ben would be then. There was a snuffling sound, and the bear jostled towards him, a leg wrapping over his own to hold him close.

Yes, Ben certainly made a warm enough comforter. How warm and soft he was--and he could even heat up. The bear could really work up a sweat at times. Just like over the weekend. Clean sheets didn't leave behind the musky evidence that Ben's sweat had dripped into the bed, and onto Marion's own fur as the bear held him down and bred him.

It had been a good weekend Marion decided with a grin--once again deciding a small surprise for the bear. He was definetly going to pick up a collar and a leash. The hardest part was going to be making sure Chris was out of the house; the last thing he wanted was to be leashed to his bed naked and presenting himself and the wrong guy walking into the room. Then again, the pup liked to go out on weekend to a friend's.

Squeak, squeak

"Mmm--hurrmmpp!" Ben coughed, before leaning back into the wolf.

"Want to be bred?" "Yes! F-Oh Fuck me Ben!" And on and on the thoughts went, Marion squirming under the bear but never able to get away as Ben held him tightly in the leash, being forced to please the bear--and enjoying it the entire while.

Damn it...he's going to hate me Marion thought with a small smile, noticing his own pajama bottoms were heavily tented now, and there was a deep itching under his tail. Sore tail, but still, he could get past that for how much he wanted it. And there was still that feeling of the bear rubbing against him--even if he knew it wasn't sexual. He rubbed his rump back on the bear just a little, not enough to be obvious as to what he was saying, but noticing Ben's breathing catcha little and his body tense on him.

And then there was a small rubbing back.

Marion noticed the feeling and rubbed back against the bear, seeing the reaction; which was instant. Ben's grip on him increased and he noted a very intentional grinding motion, light as it was. They both still acted like they weren't doing anything though, as if they were about to fall asleep. After all, it was a wonder there was much more to give after the weekend. Marion shuffled a little, making it so that his tail raised up and then pressed his hips back against the bear.

Ben smiled at the feeling of his sheath under the wolf's tail; even if it was surely sore from the abuse it'd taken thus far. He growled lowly, right next to his boyfriend's ear. He made sure the wolf could feel his growing cock, though otherwise acted like nothing was happening; feigning the entire thing by intertwining a leg with his lover. When Marion was the first to act again Ben gave a small smile; happy to hear the murr that had escaped the wolf's lips. Feeling his way down the wolf's body he found Marion's leg and lifted it, pushing his member against the wolf more intently. "'Not tonight' huh?" he huffed lowly, just a hint of teasing.

"I guess I just can't resist you Babe," Marion murred and pushed his leg back down for a moment. He quickly kicked off his pajama bottoms and underwear before lifting his leg again. He'd seen it a few times in some videos as a pup, and the idea of lying on his side with someone behind him, taking him, had always been something he'd been interested in. The feeling of the bear's member, even if still hidden behind cloth, was enough for Marion to give a whine of need. "Ben..."

Kissing over Marion's neck, Ben pulled on the wolf again. He growled lowly to match the wolf's low whine, making their sounds almost harmonious. With one paw he began rubbing the wolf's raised leg while with the other fishing out the very needed item for their game. Words weren't needed, as they hadn't been ever since lying down tonight. The wolf wanted him to take him, just like he was, and he planned to do just that; intent to make sure Marion got exactly what he wanted tonight.

There was a light bit of shuffling as they moved about, and Ben ditched his own pjs and underwear, the blankets creating a nice musky cavern as their arousal grew. He didn't bother preparing Marion--the wolf was surely still loose from the weekend--or at least used to getting spread open.

"Ah--Oh! Oh...Oh Ben," Marion let out as the member slipped back in, a worked out pain throbbing in his lower region but not quite beating that lovely pleasure it had as well, "...that's good...mmph! Oh yeah..."

"You like this?" Ben huffed into the wolf's ear, rolling his hips continually against his lover. A whine of approval followed. He ground himself into Marion, biting and nibbling on the ear closest to him.

"Uh-huh," Marion groaned, his breath catching each time the bear moved in him, meaning he was already starting to be a bit ragged. Maybe he was more sensitive after the weekend, cause he felt close--and his ass was clenching down on the bear, while he fought down whines of pleasure at being taken. His own cock was hard and leaking into the newly washed sheets, only the slightest of care about that. They'd have to learn to either put a towel down or just get used to the fact their bed was going to smell like sex--Marion didn't mind that last option.

"Ooooh....oh ye-yeah," Marion whined, the thrusts finally beginning to come to him as Ben's hips pulled away from him, and then met him. It didn't take him long to start pushing his hips back onto the bear's, wanting to feel that warmth and pleasure radiate into him that was only caused by being taken. His leg was jerked higher, exposing him even more for the bear--and he moaned approvingly, letting Ben hook his paw under his knee to keep his legs spread.

The gentle grunts and moans of the wolf filled the room, along with a low growl of pleasure, though Ben tried to keep his own sounds to a minimum, chewing on his boyfriend's neck instead to tithe him over. Of course, there was a marked increase in volume to the moans when he spoke a few dirty lines to his lover--ordering and telling him to show how much he loved what was happening to him. And from the way Marion pushed back, he doubted any bit of it was acting for his part.

His cock throbbed in the wolf's tunnel, getting closer and closer to that edge. Moments later the bed began to creak lightly, signaling a closing to their lovemaking. Ben bit down near the wolf's shoulder, right on the tinder spot of his neck and reached around, finding the warm, leaking member ready for his paw. He grunted in surprise as Marion gripped onto his paw, and whined for him to stop. "Are you sure?" he inquired, not sure the he'd be able to get Marion off paws-free, especially at this slow pace.

"I--I'm liking this...can we move though? I need this...but just this...don't want your paw tonight,"

"Whatever you want Babe," Ben growled lightly, kissing his lover's cheek. A few moments later he found himself on his back with Marion straddling him. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could make things out, if not the fine details. The wolf's tail was hiked up in the air, his cock hard.

"Ooooooh," Marion moaned, moving his body against the bear, his tailhole giving in yet again to the cock--that wonderful pain and pleasure radiating into him, reminding him every time why his tail seemed to hike itself into the air. He pressed won till his ass swallowed the cock, shivers taking his body as the meaty member ran over his prostate.

Ben growled over the moan, moving his hips a bit so that the wolf's furred cheeks resed on his hips, his cock resting in the wolf's ass happily. And leaking pre and warmth--that made Marion moan happily again.

Slowly marion begin to move, rising forward off the cock before he rammed himself back down, surprising the bear who grunted in pleasure and making his own untouched cock shoot a string of pre onto Ben's stomach. He gave himself not time to rest, repeating the action again, and then again, the leisurely pace they'd started with dead and forgotten. Air rushed out of his lungs every time he bottomed out on his lover, his heart rate beginning to climb as well.

It didn't take long for Marion's pace to become more and more desperate, breeding himself back onto Ben as his climax began to run up on him. The bed was rocking now, making him glad he lived on a different floor from his son. He needed this. He was about to explode, and from the grunts and growl from the bear, so was Ben. No matter how hard he fucked himself down onto the cock, it wasn't enough to sate him, he couldn't get enough. Not until the bear had claimed him. "I'm gonna cum!" he whined, pushing back one last time and biting his lip so he didn't howl out in pleasure. That pressure on his prostate trigged everything, and his body began to shake as his cock shot rope after rope of seed onto the fur below.

That was all the warning Ben got before he felt a warm splatter of wolf cream across his cheek, and grunted happily as his own cock was milked for all it was worth from the wolf's ass. He couldn't hold it back, and began to buck his hips forward, letting Marion ride out his own orgasm that was painting his face and chest while he shot himself into the wolf. He didn't bother to muffle himself like Marion did--moaning and growling for all he was worth as he filled his wolf; his wolf.

A few moments later, Marion fell down onto Ben, sweaty and feeling his cum seep into his fur as he basked in the afterglow. How he'd anaged to cum that hard after the weekend he didn't know, and his body was already paying for it, shivering and throbbing deep inside telling him he'd nearly reached his limit. Yet he knew he'd go for it again if he had the chance.

The lamp light illuminated the room a few minutes later and Ben was able to see his lover's tired and happy face, which he quickly leaned in for a kiss. When he pulled back he grinned, "That was nice,"

"Yeah...it was...if I ever tell you I'm not in the mood...just force me, I'll love it anyway," Marion replied with a small chuckle.

Ben 'harumph'ed at the wolf, not liking that idea, he wanted Marion to be asking for it from the get go after all. Still, he nuzzled the wolf, "I love you,"

"I love you too Ben,"

"Should we clean up?"

"Maybe not yet..."

"Oh?"

"One night of a little less sleep won't hurt...after the next we can go to bed, I swear," Marion said with a smile, giving the bear a kiss on his lips. It was short and sweet, and unexpectedly ended as the bear gripped him and tossed him over. He gasped in surprise a moment later, "Ben?"

"Only if I let you...and I don't think I'll back down on the cleaning up Marion, I like my wolf nice and clean," Ben growled, throwing the wolf's legs up and diving at his rump--there was no better time than now to try this; no need to ask. And from the moan that followed Ben was sure he'd never need to bother asking. He grinned and licked over the cream-stained wolf's taint, knowing he could fill it back up before the night was done, and maybe before school.