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Brutus, Chris, Thomas, Sarah, and Daniel, sat around the large mahogany table and began to dig into the imposing Thanksgiving dinner that Sarah and Chris slaved over all day. It was late, about 8 o' clock, but Daniel and Thomas had stocked up on snacks and drinks to make the wait more bearable. The party had the usual Thanksgiving dishes, but had five perfectly roasted Cornish game hens, in the place of a turkey. Sarah murred and put a napkin on her lap as Daniel got her a plate of food.

"You guys should have roasted another bird," Daniel chuckled as he set the plate down in front of his wife, "You're eating for two now Sarah."

Sarah chuckled and took her mate's paw in hers. She moved it down to her stomach and smiled.

"I'll have to eat an extra helping of sides then," Sarah shared a kiss with Daniel, "We should have warned you Brutus. We aren't a big fan of turkey in this house."

Brutus shrugged, his paw moving onto Chris's lap.

"I'm not a big fan of it either," The Dalmatian replied, "These look way better than a turkey anyways."

Chris smiled.

"They're really easy to make Brutus," Chris squeezed Brutus's paw, "Maybe I can cook us up some at the dorms."

The Dalmatian's tail wagged.

"I'll hold you to that," Brutus began, "Maybe I'll buy some mac and cheese. I can make that."

Chris leaned over and kissed the Dalmatian's cheek. Brutus's tail wagged furiously and the inside of his ears turned beet-red. The rest of the table laughed and started to dig into their food. Chris patted his boyfriend's shoulder. They shared a glance, and started to eat as well. For a long while the only sounds in the dining room were appreciative grunts and growls. Daniel was the first to clean his plate.

"Am I allowed to get seconds before you darling?" Daniel grinned, getting an elbow to the side for his joke, "I'm serious. I don't want to risk the wrath of the pregnant vixen."

Sarah cleaned her plate and thrust it into Daniel's chest.

"Get seconds if you want," Sarah began, "Just get me my share first."

Brutus murred as he cleaned off his plate.

"Hey Sarah, Daniel," Brutus began, "You mind if I ask you a question?"

Daniel chuckled.

"I assume you mean an additional question, right?" Daniel asked, "Or was that your question?"

"You know what I meant," Brutus chuckled, "Yes, an additional question."

Sarah nodded.

"Well, Chris never talks about you guys," The table chuckled as Chris gasped in mock outrage, "I was wondering what you did for a living."

"I'm a middle school English teacher," Daniel replied, "And Sarah."

The female coyote struck a pose.

"I am the principal of said school," Sarah replied, "Believe it or not Daniel got hired at his job without me having to pull any strings with the school board."

Thomas chuckled and looked over at Chris. The human looked up from his plate and made eye contact with his brother. They shared a gaze for a moment, and Chris nodded. The older male took a deep breath and set his fork down on his half-finished plate with an audible cling. Sarah looked up at her son.

"Are you ok Thomas?" Sarah asked, "You're usually the first person done."

Thomas sighed.

"I have to tell you guys something," Thomas began, "I know this is probably a bad time, but I should have done this a while ago."

The grin left Daniel's face.

"It's never a bad time Thomas," Daniel replied, "What's bothering you?"

"Well," Thomas chuckled, "Where do I start?"

"The beginning is usually best," Sarah began, "What makes the most sense?"

Thomas rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'll just start with the easiest part for me to say," Thomas sighed, "Janet and I... aren't together anymore."

Sarah whined and reached a paw across the table to grasp Thomas's.

"Oh no sweetie," Sarah sighed, "I'm so sorry."

Daniel put a paw on Sarah's shoulder.

"What happened son?" Daniel asked, "Who broke it off?"

Thomas sighed.

"She did, because," Thomas took a deep breath, "Because, Mom, Dad, I'm gay."

The pair of them were silent.

"I wanted me and Janet to work because I wanted to be a good son to you, to give you guys grandkids," Thomas continued, "I thought that if I wanted it enough that I could be straight, but I guess I just couldn't and, God, I'm so sorry."

Sarah whined.

"Do you really think that you had to be straight because of us?" Sarah asked, "Thomas, we love you no matter what you do. Or I guess in this case, who you do."

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought you guys would have freaked out," Thomas chuckled, "I'm glad to hear it."

"So," Daniel began, "How long have you known?"

"A while now I suppose," Thomas replied, "I just ignored it, or tried to quench it. It didn't work."

Daniel nodded.

"Alright son," Thomas's father began, "Thank you for telling us."

Thomas looked over at Chris.

"Chris," Thomas nodded, "It's your turn."

Chris's phone began to buzz in his pocket. The human breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the phone out. It was Max. Sarah shook her head and sighed.

"No phones at the table Chris," Sarah began, "We've had that rule ever since you got your first phone."

Chris got up from the table.

"I know Mom," Chris replied, "I'll be right back, I've got to take this."

Chris walked out of the dining room and into his bedroom. He answered the phone.

"Hey Max," Chris began with a smile, "What's up? I didn't think you'd actually call me."

Max whined.

"I'm sorry," Max replied, "But I saw the news and I was worried."

Chris blinked.

"Why?" Chris asked, "What's on the news?"

"Me and the guys were at the bar," Max whined again, "We saw that something happened to you. That you were, well, attacked."

Chris turned white as a sheet.

"It's on the news already?" Chris shuddered, "Jesus..."

"They arrested him at his family's Thanksgiving Dinner," Max began, "They're interviewing his dad now."

"What channel?" Chris asked as he made his way to the family room, "Channel 4?"

Max sighed.

"You shouldn't watch it Chris," Max replied, "If it's upsetting us this badly I can't imagine how you feel."

"Max!" Chris practically shouted, his voice quieting down as the dull roar of conversation in the dining room died down, "What channel?"

"MSNBC," Max began, "They're going to have a panel discussion on it."

Chris nodded and turned on the television. They were showing the video of Andrew's arrest. The Snow Leopard was wearing a muzzle, and had his paws gloved and tied behind his back. He was growling something unintelligible as they shoved him violently into the back of a police car. His father, a taller and grimmer looking version of his son walked in front of the camera and frowned.

"Vincent Munro, do you have any words on the arrest of your son?" A female reporter asked, "Did he really do what the authorities say he did."

The Snow Leopard chuckled drily.

"I'm sure it's all a misunderstanding," The feline began, "My son is not a monster, as a matter of fact, I will not stand for this government, my government, treating him the way I have seen today."

The reporter cleared her throat.

"I can assure that we have nothing to do with the way your son is treated," The reporter began, "In the film released to us of the incident."

"Film," Vincent growled, "What film?"

The Snow Leopard snarled and stormed up to the police car. He banged on the window, rage in his eyes.

"They caught you on CAMERA!" He bellowed before backing away and composing himself, "No matter."

Vincent Munro straightened up his button down shirt.

"I have faith that justice will be done and that these false accusations levied against my son will be dismissed," The Snow Leopard scoffed, "I have no further comment."

The news broadcast cut to the news anchor. He was a frumpy old man who's hairpiece desperately needed to be straightened. He cleared his throat and looked up at the camera as Chris's family and Brutus walked into the room.

"This case has been the source of a lot of debate on our Twitter and Facebook pages, and because of that, we are going to discuss what a ruling either way could mean for future legal confrontations between Furs and Humans," The old man took a drink of water, "To refresh our viewers' memory we are going to show the surveillance tape again. Viewer discretion is advised.

Chris blanched as they played the video of his confrontation with Andrew. He held a hand to his mouth as tears welled up in his eyes. His family watched the video behind him in silence. The video concluded and the panel showed up on screen. The first to speak, a hefty Golden Retriever scoffed and leaned back in his chair.

"It's clearly the human's fault," The Golden Retriever began, "If he knew anything about Furs, he should have known better than to doll himself up like that smelling of sex."

One of the other panelists, a human female, cleared her throat.

"That is nonsense Barry," The human replied, "It is not that hard to refrain from raping everyone who smells good. It's this practice of making the victim the perpetrator that leaves cases of sexual assault by furs on humans so controversial. Not that that bias matters, the real bias comes from the species of the judge and jury in most cases. Humans tend to rule in favor of the human and Furs in the favor of the Fur."

A human male to the left of her laughed.

"There are seriously Fur judges? I find that very hard to believe," The male began, "I think both parties are in the wrong. Look at how the human dressed. Look at his body language until the attack happened, he was flirting with the guy throughout his whole talk."

Chris turned and ran out of the room. He ran past his family, who stared at him with tears in their eyes. The human ran to the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and started to cry. He was alone for a few minutes until someone knocked quietly at the door.

"Son," Daniel whined, "Please, may I come in?"

Chris stood up and cleaned the tears off of his face.

"Ok Dad," Chris began, doing his best to hold back more tears.

The Fox entered, closed the door behind him, and hugged his son tightly, a low whine escaping his throat. Chris started to cry again, his sobs muffled by his father's chest. Daniel cried too, quietly, tears streaming down his face.

"I-I'm sorry Dad," Chris sniffled, "I'm so sorry."

Daniel whined.

"No Chris," Daniel began, "You have nothing at all to apologize for."

"I do," Chris pulled away from his father, "It's all my fault isn't it?"

Daniel growled.

"That asshole on the TV has no idea what he's talking about," Daniel began, "You know we live in a fucked up world when people try and blame the victim for what happened to them."

Chris rubbed his arm and looked down.

"I should have told you guys," Chris began, "I should have called the cops right after it happened."

Daniel sighed and nodded.

"You should have," Daniel replied, "But I can understand. You were scared and he threatened you."

Chris nodded and sat down on the closed toilet. Daniel held open the door.

"Come outside Chris," Daniel began, "You shouldn't be alone right now."

"Can I be?" Chris asked, "Please? I just want to have some time to myself right now."

Daniel whined and nodded.

"Ok," Daniel replied, "Just, be aware that your mother is going to freak out. You know how she gets when she worries."

"That's something I'm going to have to risk," Chris chuckled, "I've seen it before Dad."

"I love you son," The Fox smiled, "So, so much."

"I know Dad," Chris smiled back, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Daniel looked at his son for a moment and closed the door. Chris sighed at the sound of his father's footsteps retreating down the hallway. He should have gone out into the living room and talked about what had happened, but the human just couldn't right now.

"Tomorrow," He said to himself, "I'll handle it tomorrow."

Chris ran to his room and locked the door behind him. He leaned against it, wiping tears from his eyes, and sighed. The cat was out of the bag now. Talking to his father about it was bad enough, he was glad he was able to escape before his mother tried to talk to him. Hopefully, he'd have the rest of the night to himself. He sat quietly for a few minutes, taking the opportunity to compose himself mentally.

The human sighed and walked to his closet. He pulled out a small CD player and set it on his bed. Chris plugged it in and turned back to his closet. The human had a large collection of CD's that he couldn't bring to college with him. He dug through the box and pulled out one of his mixtapes. Chris sighed and put the disk into the player. As the opening chords of Losing My Religion played through the small speakers, someone knocked on Chris's door. The human sat on the bed and sighed.

"Come in," Chris began.

Brutus opened the door and slowly walked into the bedroom. He sat beside the human, his ears and tail drooping.

"I told your parents what I knew," Brutus began, "That's ok right?"

Chris nodded.

"Good," Brutus continued, "They're really worried about you Chris. You should go out and talk to them."

Chris shook his head.

"I talked to my dad," Chris sniffled, "It was really hard Brutus."

"It's going to be," Brutus put a paw on Chris's thigh, "It will be for a while. You've got to be tough for them Chris."

"I will," Chris began, "Starting tomorrow. I've been fighting the urge to break down since it happened. I need a little time to just, not worry about things."

Brutus chuckled.

"Alright," Brutus stood up, "Then I'm going to not worry about things with you."

Chris chuckled and shook his head.

"I appreciate it," Chris put up his hands, "But I'd rather be alone."

Brutus frowned and sat back down on the bed.

"Fine," Brutus huffed, "We can just be alone together then."

Chris chuckled and kissed the Dalmatian on the cheek. The Dog's tail wagged and he licked Chris's cheek back.

"I guess I'm stuck with you then," Chris smiled, "You are awesome, you know that right."

Brutus barked.

"I knew that," Brutus nuzzled the human's cheek, "It's just nice to hear it from someone else."

Chris chuckled and held the Dalmatian's paw. Brutus blushed heavily and nuzzled the human again.

"I feel really shitty for bringing this up right now," Brutus sighed, "But can I ask you a question?"

Chris kissed the Dog's nose.

"You can ask me anything," Chris replied.

"Have you ever thought of you know, topping?" Brutus asked, the inside of his ears turning red, "I mean, it's the safest way for us to, you know, do it, until you're on the drugs."

Chris blushed and shook his head.

"I'm not even sure that I know how," Chris twiddled his thumbs, "Do you think I'd even be good at it?"

"Well," Brutus chuckled, "You do have a pretty nice cock. I think that counts for quite a lot."

Chris blushed harder.

"Do you want me to top you?" Chris asked, "I mean, that might help my mood right?"

Brutus's tail started wagging.

"Well, only if you're up to it," Brutus began, "I don't want you to feel like you have to or anything."

Chris shut up the Dalmatian with a deep and passionate kiss. Brutus whined quietly, his paws moving up to rub over Chris's neck and shoulders. He meeped and blushed as Chris laid him on his back. He looked up at his boyfriend and shivered as Chris began to kiss and nibble over Brutus's neck.

"Shouldn't we you know wait?" Brutus asked, "What if your parents hear?"

Chris chuckled and took off his shirt.

"They won't," Chris began, "Even if they do they won't think anything of it."

Brutus blushed and undid Chris's jeans. The human was already hard, his bulge popping free from his unzipped fly. Chris chuckled and stripped naked, his 7 cut inches standing hard and proud. He looked down at Brutus and started to take off his clothes. Soon they were both naked and rolling around on top of the bed.

Brutus wound up on top of the human. Chris looked down at the Dalmatian's half erect penis. The human chuckled and gestured for the Dalmatian to come closer. Brutus tilted his head.

"What do you want?" Brutus asked.

"Bring that up here," Chris began, "I haven't got a chance to try, you know, with you yet."

Brutus whined and shook his head.

"No Chris," Brutus replied, "I don't want to get you sick."

Chris sat up and huffed.

"I know," Chris looked up at the Dalmatian, "You've been taking your pills right?"

Brutus nodded.

"Every day," The Dalmatain replied, "I don't want to risk anything."

"Then it'll be fine," Chris began, "I'm not going to swallow you or anything. I just want to, well, suck it."

Brutus whined and rubbed his arm.

"You'll get tested when we get back to the dorms right?" Brutus asked, "I'll lose my mind if I stress about me possibly giving you this for more than a couple of days."

Chris nodded and hugged the Dalmatian tightly.

"Ok," Brutus blushed, "Lie down I guess."

Chris complied, a smile on his face as Brutus got into position.

"You remember the night we met?" Chris licked his lips at the sight of Brutus's throbbing member, "You were so different."

"Different?" Brutus shuddered as Chris slowly kissed the tip of his penis, "H-how?"

"Well," Chris gave the first few inches of Brutus's penis some more soft kisses, "You were so dominant, such a stud."

Brutus gulped and bit back a moan as Chris brought a hand up to fondle his balls.

"Honestly," Brutus moaned quietly as Chris started to suckle on his furry scrotum, "I only get like that when I want to get with someone."

Chris murred and took one of the Dalmatian's balls in his mouth.

"I-I'm careful with them of course," Brutus shivered, "I mean, I don't always tell them, but-"

Chris sat up and looked into Brutus's eyes.

"Brutus," Chris began, "Listen to me."

The Dalmatian whined, his ears drooping. Chris moved in and kissed the Dalmatian deeply, his hand rubbing over the Dog's erect penis. Brutus moaned, pressing his body into the kiss and Chris's ministrations. Chris pulled away and smiled at the Dalmatian.

"You talk too much," Chris began, "It's ok, just let me make you feel good.

Brutus chuckled as Chris kissed his way lower. His tail started to wag.

"Maybe I'd stop talking if you-" Brutus gasped as Chris took a good portion of his length into his mouth, "Mmm, I'll stop talking now."

Brutus leaned back, his paw on top of Chris's head as the human began to bob and slurp over his penis. His fingers curled in the human's hair, and the Dalmatian lost himself in the pleasurable sensations. Brutus shuddered and laid on his back, his eyes closing in bliss. Chris adjusted his position, paused, and began to deep throat Brutus's member. Chris suppressed a gag, and slowly began to face-fuck himself with Brutus's member. Brutus whimpered and looked down at the human.

"Th-this is embarrassing," Brutus whined, "But I'm close."

Chris pulled his mouth off of Brutus's cock, his lips still attached to it through strands of precum and saliva. He began to give Brutus a handjob, a smile on his face.

"Don't worry about it Brutus," Chris chuckled, "I'll take it as a compliment."

Brutus murred and gripped the sheets on Chris's bed.

"It's been a while since someone's had their mouth down there," Brutus chuckled, "No-one I've been with has ever done that though. Holy crap, where did you learn to do that?"

Chris chuckled and sped up his hand motions.

"I taught myself," Chris began, "You're the first guy I was able to try that on."

Brutus shivered and moaned.

"I am a lucky fucking guy," Brutus bit his lip, "I'm right there baby, keep going."

Chris did, and a few moments later, Brutus came with a quiet moan. Chris angled the throbbing erection, trying to keep the fluid from landing on his bed. Brutus chuckled and breathed heavily, his toes curling in pleasure. Chris kissed Brutus on the cheek and got up from the bed. He pulled on his pants and tiptoed to the door.

"Where are you going?" Brutus asked.

"I'll be back," Chris began, "I'm going to go get us something to clean up with, and stack some pillows in your bed, just in case Mom comes snooping. Don't move and try not to make a mess."

Brutus grinned.

"I'll do my best," Brutus replied, "Hurry back ok?"

Chris nodded and stealthily left his room. The television was still on in the living room, which meant that his parents were probably still watching the news. He walked into Brutus's room and stacked some spare pillows under the covers. It was unlikely to work, but at the very least the human could try to cover his bases.

He walked into Thomas's room and into the bathroom. The other Fox was probably out with his family. Chris sighed, Thomas always let what the idiots on the television say get under his skin. He'd probably be very hard to deal with these next couple of days.

Chris grabbed a white wash cloth and ran it under some warm water. He paused, allowing the cloth to soak in a sufficient amount of moisture. The human wrung it out and turned off the tap. He crept back to his room, silently sliding into his room and closing the door behind him. Chris tossed the rag in Brutus's direction and smiled.

"There you go," Chris said with a chuckle, "So, do you still want to...?"

Chris slid off his pants before walking over to his dresser and pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. Brutus cleaned off his crotch and looked up at the human, eyes wide.

"I-I don't know Chris," Brutus rubbed his arm, "It won't hurt too bad will it?"

Chris shook his head.

"Just for a little bit," Chris began, "Trust me, it feels awesome."

Brutus nodded.

"Ok," Brutus replied, "I can still be on top though right?"

Chris nodded and got himself erect again. The Dog blushed and watched as Brutus moved forward.

"Lay on your back for me," Chris put a gob of lube on his fingers, "You ever put anything up there before?"

Brutus shook his head.

"Alright," Chris began, his hand moving down to rub over the outside of Brutus's hole, "I'll go slow."

Brutus moaned quietly as Chris slowly traced his finger around his hole. The human applied some pressure, and slowly worked his finger into the Dalmatian's tightness. Brutus inhaled sharply and gripped the bed.

"Take a deep breath and relax," Chris said calmly, "I'm not going to hurt you Brutus."

Chris paused and allowed Brutus to adjust. The Dalmatian took a series of deep breaths and looked up at Chris.

"Like that?" Brutus asked, moaning quietly as Chris moved a little deeper to stimulate his prostate, "Oooh, I like that."

Chris chuckled and continued to hit that spot inside of the Dalmatian. Brutus moaned quietly, his legs spreading. The human bent down and kissed over the Dalmatian's chest.

"Still want to be on top?" Chris asked as he inserted another finger, "Cause I think that this position suits you."

Brutus gasped in pleasure, his back arching.

"W-we can do it like this," Brutus replied, "If that's ok?"

Chris chuckled and kissed the Dalmatian softly.

"It's ok baby," Chris removed his fingers, "You think you're ready?"

Brutus blushed and nodded. Chris blushed too and put the condom on, his hands shaking with nervousness. He applied some more lube, to his penis and to his partner's hole, and then lined up. Brutus lifted his hips and spread his legs.

"O-Ok," Chris began, "Here goes nothing."

Chris pushed forward, gasping as the Dog's tightness enveloped the head of his penis. Brutus whined and shifted his hips in discomfort. Chris took a deep breath, and after giving Brutus a second to adjust pushed forward again. Brutus gasped and pushed back into Chris's hips.

"It feels much better the deeper you go," Brutus blushed, "That's normal right?"

Chris nodded and shuddered.

"This feels really damn good," Chris shuddered, "Mind relaxing a bit though? I might, finish too soon, if you know what I mean."

Brutus blushed and took a couple of deep breaths.

"Sorry," The Dalmatian moaned breathily, his legs wrapping around the human's hips, "Better?"

Chris replied with a couple of slow and gentle thrusts. He was hilted inside Brutus, his naked hips flushed against Brutus's rump.

"Much," Chris blushed and gave his boyfriend a quick kiss, "Ready?"

Brutus nodded and kissed the human back. Chris began to move his hips in slow and unsteady motions, his breath catching in his throat with every thrust. Brutus shifted his hips again trying to line the human up right. Chris sighed and paused.

"I'm doing this wrong aren't I?" Chris began, "I'm sorry Brutus, Mitch and Max made it look so easy."

Brutus blinked and shook his head.

"No," Brutus replied, "Just, keep going till you get a rhythm."

Chris nodded and kept going, steadying his hips and going a little harder. Brutus whined and moaned in pleasure.

"See," Brutus gasped and blushed, "You're a natural."

Chris nodded and kept up his pace, varying the intensity of his thrusts. Brutus shuddered and gasped on the harder thrusts, his eyes closing in pleasure.

"G-Go harder," Brutus moaned, "Come on."

Chris chuckled and shook his head.

"Ask me nicely," Chris replied, "And maybe I will."

Brutus blushed harder and whined.

"Please baby," Brutus arched his back up, "Come on, don't leave me hanging like this."

Chris moaned and went harder, lifting himself up to drive down into the Dalmatian. Brutus moaned again, and bit his lip. He started to lift his hips up, gyrating them in time to Chris's thrusts. Chris kissed over Brutus's spotted chest, his breaths getting more ragged with each thrust. Brutus chuckled and nuzzled Chris's cheek.

"You close already?" Brutus asked, biting back a moan as Chris hit his prostate, "You can go again right?"

Chris nodded and shuddered.

"I'll try and hold back though," Chris focused his efforts on the spot that made his boyfriend squirm and gasp, "Fuck Brutus..."

The Dalmatian whined in pleasure and gasped as he came again. Brutus gasped and shuddered, his legs squeezing the human against him tightly. Chris bit his lips and pounded the Dalmatian in quick, shallow motions, his hips audibly slapping against the Dog's hips. Chris shuddered and orgasmed with a strangled cry. The human slumped forward onto the Dalmatian's chest and panted.

"That was good," Chris began, "But I definitely like bottoming more."

Brutus chuckled.

"That's funny," Brutus replied, "I was thinking the same thing, but about topping."

Chris chuckled and smiled. He kissed the Dog's chin and sighed happily.

"Next time we do this," Chris nuzzled into his boyfriend's neck, "You can be on top."

Brutus murred and closed his eyes.

"I'll hold you to that," Brutus yawned, "Jesus I'm tired."

Chris chuckled.

"Go to sleep baby," Chris began, "I've got to go take care of this condom."

Brutus shook his head.

"Can't you stay until I fall asleep?" Brutus asked, "I slept terribly the night before."

"Why?" Chris asked.

Brutus shook his head.

"You're going to laugh at me," Brutus chuckled, "It's stupid."

"I wouldn't laugh at you," Chris nudged the Dalmatian, "Come on tell me."

"I had a hard time sleeping because you weren't there next to me," Brutus began, "I like sleeping with you. I feel really secure."

"You feel secure holding on to me?" Chris chuckled, "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

Brutus shook his head.

"I feel secure because I know that the person who matters the most to me in the whole world is safe in my arms," Brutus sighed, "I guess I'm weird like that. It's crazy, I mean, things can change so fast, but when you're with me, I feel like this is going to last forever."

Chris kissed the Dalmatian's cheek.

"Forever's a long time Brutus," Chris replied, "But I think you and I will last a while for sure."

Brutus rubbed Chris's side.

"Will we?" Brutus asked, "I'm your first boyfriend. How do I know that you won't find someone better, a Fur who clicks with you better."

Chris sighed.

"If I do," Chris began, "They would have to be impossibly awesome in order to come close to making me feel as good as you do."

Brutus smiled and closed his eyes.

"Good," The Dalmatian blew the human a kiss and laid back, his eyes closing, "Good night hon."

Chris got up from the bed and walked across the bedroom. He didn't notice, but during his and Chris's coitus, the CD player was still playing music. The human turned it off, cutting the Matchbox Twenty ballad off mid-chorus. Brutus snickered.

"You really need to listen to happier music," Brutus began, "That CD is the perfect soundtrack for a movie about a depressed 90's teenager."

Chris rolled his eyes and took the used condom off. He put on a pair of blue sweat pants and paused. His room did not have a garbage can in it, his mother must have moved it out after Chris did. Chris slowly opened the door and peeked out through the hallway. The TV was off in the living room, and all of the lights in the house were off aside from the light in his parent's bedroom. Luckily for Chris, the two Foxes always had their door closed.

Chris crept past their door, quietly and quickly moving into Thomas's bedroom. The Fox was gone, Chris had no idea where. He walked into the bathroom and threw the condom into the trash. He stopped, ripped off a handful of paper towel, and covered up the evidence. That condom was one thing he really didn't want to talk about with his parents.

Chris yawned and walked out of the bathroom. He gulped as he ran into his mother. The older female had been crying, but now, she stood quietly. Sarah smirked.

"Did you get lucky tonight?" Sarah asked, "Don't lie, I can smell it on you."

Chris bit the inside of his cheek.

"Yeah," Chris replied, "I was just getting rid of the condom."

Sarah nodded.

"I'm glad you were smart enough to wear one," Sarah began, "I'm also glad you were smart enough not to flush it down the toilet."

Chris chuckled and looked down at the floor.

"Look at me," Sarah sighed, "Chris, are you ok?"

Chris looked up at his mother and nodded.

"I will be Mom," Chris began, "The worst is anticipating what's going to happen next."

"Your father and I are behind you every step of the way," Sarah replied, "We'll pay the legal fees, we'll give you all the support you need, and when that slippery bastard has his day in court, we'll be there too."

Chris nodded and hugged his mother tightly.

"Are you ok Mom?" Chris asked, "I saw that you were crying."

Sarah nodded and pulled away from the hug.

"I was just worried," Sarah began, "Worried about you, sad that it happened, and pissed off at the fuck sticks on television slandering you."

Chris chuckled.

"Seriously Chris," Sarah continued, "We should sue those motherfuckers for every penny we got. They should know better than to fucking act like that, fucking...,"

Chris hugged his mother again.

"You're getting all worked up and swearing again Mom," Chris chuckled, "I appreciate it, but I'm going to have my fill of the courts when all of this is said and done."

Sarah chuckled and pat her son's back.

"Ok," Sarah began, "I'm going to bed."

Chris nodded and followed suit. He stopped at his door and blew his mother a kiss good night. The Fox caught it and went into her bedroom, turning the light off as she did. Chris opened his door, smiled at the sight of his boyfriend snoring, and stripped naked. He crawled into bed beside the Dalmatian, who prompted wrapped his arms around the human's form.

Chris smiled and closed his eyes. He was secure.

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Meanwhile

Thomas shivered as he walked over to Barry's house in a tee-shirt and shorts. He couldn't handle being in that house any longer. His parents were still awake when he left, they probably would be up late for a couple of weeks. When things like this happened, they hardly slept. The sight of their light on under the crack of Thomas's door kept him awake too. The Fox walked around to the side of Barry's house, and rapped on his bedroom window.

He didn't have to wait long. Barry, clad in a pair of tight black underwear, practically ran to the window, his tail wagging furiously. He helped Thomas into his bedroom and closed the window behind him.

"What are you doing out there?" Barry hugged Thomas tightly, "It's freezing out there! You could get sick."

Thomas sighed and hugged Barry back.

"I'm sorry Barry," Thomas began, "I knew I said that I would come over on Friday."

Barry scoffed.

"You never have to apologize for coming over," Barry replied, his tail wagging, "I love seeing you Thomas."

Thomas smiled and wagged his tail.

"Ok," Thomas began, "Can I spend the night?"

Barry nodded and grinned.

"You can always spend the night with me," Barry replied, "It gets really lonely here."

Thomas sat down on Barry's bed. The Dingo looked over Thomas and chuckled.

"God I am a lucky guy," Barry began, "Do you want something to drink?"

Thomas nodded.

"I could go for a glass of wine," Thomas replied, "If you have any?"

Barry chuckled and kissed the Fox on the cheek.

"Of course I do," Barry winked as he walked out of the room, "Since my parents are gone I can have as much liquor in the house as I want."

Thomas chuckled. Barry's biological father was an alcoholic who died of liver cancer when Barry was very young. His mother remarried quickly, and Barry's stepfather was awesome. He was a manager at the local supermarket who had never touched a drink. Thomas was bummed that they had left town for, what sounded like, the rest of their lives.

The Fox heard Barry digging around through bottles in the kitchen and blushed. There was no reason he couldn't make himself comfortable. Thomas stripped down to his underwear, throwing his clothes to the side of the room. Barry walked in, a chuckle escaping his lips as he saw the Fox stripping on his bed. He set the two glasses of wine down on his nightstand and jumped into bed with Thomas.

"Well isn't this nice," Barry pulled Thomas close and kissed him, "This is definitely one of the best things I've ever found in my room."

Thomas blushed and nuzzled Barry's cheek.

"Hey," Thomas began, "I'm gay now."

Barry laughed and hugged the Fox tightly.

"You've been gay for a while, but ok," Barry replied, "I'm glad to hear it."

Thomas smiled and reached over for his glass of wine. Barry handed it to him, and the pair clinked glasses and took a quick drink.

"I know you didn't come over to tell me that," Barry began as he set his glass back down, "What's going on Thomas?"

Thomas sighed and leaned up against the Dingo's shoulder. Barry put his arm around the Fox and nuzzled Thomas's cheek.

"Things aren't so good at home," Thomas sighed, "My brother, Chris, he got sexually assaulted before we came here."

"Oh Jesus," Barry whined, "Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he wasn't, you know... raped, but still," Thomas replied, "Mom and Dad just found out. I can't sleep when they're stressing about stuff. I feel like it's my fault for not helping them through it."

Barry shook his head.

"It's not your fault Thomas," Barry began, "Not at all."

Thomas sighed.

"I know," Thomas rubbed his arm, "It's just me being stupid I suppose."

Barry kissed Thomas's cheek.

"You are a lot of things Thomas Ziehm," Barry began, "You are kind, caring, and freaking adorable, but you are not stupid."

Thomas smiled and looked over at Barry.

"Now don't stress out ok," Barry kissed the Fox softly, "You're here with me."

Thomas nodded and kissed the Dingo back.

"Can I ask you something Barry?" Thomas asked, "It's going to sound kinda, I don't know, strange."

"Go for it," Barry chuckled, "What's the worst that could happen?"

Thomas gulped.

"Well," Thomas wrung his paws, "You could say no, and I'd feel really dumb."

Barry's tail started to wag.

"Here goes," Thomas took a deep breath, "Me and you have been well, seeing each other like this for a number of years now."

"Yeah," Barry began, "What's up Thomas?"

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Thomas asked, "I really care about you Barry."

Barry smiled.

"I'd say yes," Barry began, "But I don't know if I want a long distance relationship Thomas."

Thomas chuckled nervously.

"You could move in with me," Thomas replied, "I know it's weird and super soon, but we've known each other forever. We've been best friends since pre-school."

Barry nodded and looked away.

"So," Thomas slapped his thighs, "What do you say?"

"I don't know Thomas," Barry whined, "It sounds awesome, but do you really want me around?"

Barry sighed.

"I'm useless Thomas," Barry began, "That's why my parents left. They think I'm shit. Hell I am shit. What have I done with my life? I work as a customer service agent from my fucking couch Thomas. Hell, it's their couch, it's not even mine."

Thomas shook his head.

"You aren't useless," Thomas replied, "You move in with me, and I'll help you get a job at something that will make you and your parents proud."

Barry smiled.

"It almost sounds too good to be true," Barry began, "I'd love to Thomas. From this day on, consider me your live in boyfriend."

Thomas kissed Barry softly and rested his forehead against Barry's. The Dingo's tail wagged.

"You've always been such a sweetheart Thomas," Barry held Thomas's paw, "I'm glad I finally get it all to myself."

Thomas smiled and kissed the Dingo's cheek.

"Shall we...," Thomas began.

Barry chuckled.

"Go to bed?" Barry murred, "Not just yet. I've got a few things I want to try with you."

Thomas chuckled. It was going to be a long, and fun, night.