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So I'm going to start makeing semi chapter titles and using them as the story descriptions. That way i can give a clue to things that happen in the story without actually spoiling them. So YAY chapter 6 is here and i wanna thank all of you so much, you guys make me feel confident in my abilities to write a meaningful entertaining story. Thanks again and i hope you enjoy it ^.^

I woke the next morning, blanketed in the warmth of Damien's arms. I started to get out of bed to go to the bathroom when I felt him grab my arm and pull me back to him.

"Mm, don't leave me here alone" he muttered in a drowsy voice.

"Don't worry I'm just going to the bathroom" I smiled, looking back at him.

"Don't go" He said as he pulled me to him. "stay here with me".

"I just have to pee, I'll be right back." I chuckled. I tried to wriggle out of his arms but he held me tighter and tighter to him. I got an arm free and laughed as I crawled to the edge of the bed. He playfully took my wrists and pinned me down onto his bed, smiling as he looked into my eyes. His hand went from by wrists, down my arms, and across my body. He rubbed and caressed me as he kissed across my neck, licking and biting along the way. I saw his member was still erect from what I assumed was his morning wood. He laid down on top of me and I felt his member pressing warmly against my belly. We kissed deeply as out hands explored each other, running my fingers through his back fur. He moaned as he pressed into me harder, his member throbbing against me.

"I need you so bad right now" He breathed as he was grinding on top of me.

"Didn't we take care of that last night?" I asked playfully.

"Please, it wont take long I promise" he pleaded.

"Not now hon, I really gotta go" I pleaded back. He picked himself off of me and rolled over, pulling his dick out of his boxers in the process.

"Fine, I'll be jacking off if you change your mind" he fussed. He seemed irritated that I didn't want to do anything, but I didn't let it bother me as I went into the bathroom. By the time I was done brushing my teeth and hair and using the toilet, I came into the room to see Damien panting heavily on the bed, with his chest covered in cum.

"That didn't take long" I chuckled.

"I told you. I didn't mean to get an attitude, I just get REALLY horny in the mornings" he explained.

"I noticed, but you seem fine now" I smiled.

"I'd be even better if you could get me a towel, I'm a mess" he grinned. I went into the bathroom again and got a towel for him. He proceeded to wipe himself off as I pulled some clothes out of my overnight to get dressed. I looked at the clock and noticed it was nearly noon. I remembered that Roy and his dad were coming back from the clinic today and they would be home soon. After Damien got dressed we went downstairs and passed a slender female white wolf who went into Clara's room as we walked out the door.

"Who was that?" I asked Damien.

"That's our nanny, She takes care of Clara, and she used to babysit me" he explained.

"I've never seen her around before" I noted

"Well she's always either with Clara, or down in the basement doing laundry or something, she's really nice though" he replied. We got into the car and we drove out to get lunch before going to Roy's.

I saw that Mr Paul's car was already in the driveway when we pulled up, and I kissed Damien goodbye before quickly hopping out. "I have work tonight so I'll see you at school hon" He told me through the window. I waved goodbye as he drove away and went inside to see how Roy was doing. As I went through the kitchen I saw Mrs Renetta drinking tea and looking at fabric samples. I said hello as I quietly snuck into Roy's room and found him sprawled out on the bed dead asleep, his fur a complete mess and what seemed to be a few cuts and scrapes in his body. He looked distraught as he moved in his sleep, a look of pain on his face. I sat in the computer chair and watched him sleep, his body continuously twitching and shifting. After a few minutes he sprang up, causing me to jump in surprise, looking as if he had woken up from a nightmare. He looked over at me and his eyes were dull and his expression was irritable.

"You okay?" I asked him

"I'm just fucking wonderful, how do you think I feel?" He groaned angrily. I felt a pain jab into me as he said that. I'd never seen Roy so mad before.

"Sorry, I was just worried" I apologized

"No no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm just tired, and achy. I get like this after going to clinic." He explained, rubbing his face to wake himself up.

"It's alright, do you need anything?" I asked him.

"I could really use a massage, my muscles are killing me." He murmured. I sat down beside him on the bed as he turned his back to me. I gently began to rub and knead the muscles, groans of relief escaping Roy as I went along. I felt a little guilty about doing it, but I also felt bad for Roy having to go through such a painful process every month, so I wanted to help him in any way I could. I went along from his neck to his back to his shoulders, his body becoming more and more relaxed as I progressed. After a few minutes he began to nod off and was catching himself as he fell asleep. He laid down and went back to sleeping and I went back into the kitchen and started talking to Roy's mom.

"So whats the situation at home? Has it gotten any better?" She asked.

"Mom said dad's calmed down a bit but she's still trying to explain things to him" I told her.

"Well don't worry, I'm sure he'll come to his senses." She smiled. Even if he had come to his senses, I was afraid to go back. The things dad said made me feel like our family, our bonds, and our love for each other were all artificial. I wanted dad to love me for who I was, not for what he hoped I would become. "I have an idea, how about we go shopping together? The boys will be in bed for a while so theres not much to do here." She noted.

"Sure, shopping for what?" I asked her.

"Well I'm redesigning a hotel and I need to buy some things so I can model my plan out" She explained. We walked outside and got into her car as she went into more detail about her job. Apparently she was becoming a big celebrity in the housing market and people were jumping through hoops just to have her design for them. We stopped by a craft store and she explained everything from color coordination to textures to fabrics. She stopped by the fabric section to pick up an order and the employees seemed to be more than accommodating. A sleek male lynx handed her a large spool of a beautiful blue silk and began talking to her about her project. In the middle of their conversation he noticed me and gave Mrs. Renetta an inquisitive look.

"Oh is this your son?" He asked.

"Oh no we're not related, he's a close family friend" She chuckled. While I felt good about her calling me a close family friend, I felt a twinge of disappointment inside. I thought about my real parents, my human parents, and what it would be like to do this kind of thing with them.

We eventually left that store and proceeded to a furniture store where Mrs. Renetta browsed for chair designs for the dining area. We were out for about 2 or 3 hours before returning home to see Roy and Mr. Paul clean and brushed and back to their normal attitudes. They ordered Chinese for dinner and Roy and I ate in his room as we watched tv.

"So how was the dance?" Roy asked casually.

"It was a lot of fun, I'm sorry you couldn't be there" I told him.

"It's alright. So what did you guys do after the dance?" he questioned.

"Well, we kind of left the dance early and we...well..." I muttered.

"Did you guys do it?!" He asked in a shocked tone.

"No, well we did do...oral stuff, but not actual sex." I explained.

"Ok, you had me worried there for a second." he chuckled.

"I'm nowhere near ready for THAT yet, it's way to soon. I want my first time to be with someone I'm 100% sure I'm in love with. I mean don't get me wrong I like Damien a lot, but I'm still not even sure what love is. I mean I feel good when I'm with him, and he makes me happy, but I haven't felt that extra spark just yet." I told him.

"Just be careful around him, I know he seems nice, but he does have a dark side to him, and it's not pretty." He mentioned. I wondered what he meant by dark side, but I couldn't think of any time where Damien had been mean to me. I tried not to worry about it as time came for us to go to bed for school the next day. Roy and I got into his bed, and I let myself drift into the darkness, uncertainty playing like a record in my mind.

The next day at school Steve and I talked about me tutoring him while we were lifting in the weight room.

"So are you gonna help me?" He asked.

"Yeah, but my house is kinda unavailable right now" I explained.

"Well I guess I could take you to my place, the seasons over so I don't have practice after school" he replied.

"Okay that would work, but are you sure your place is ok?" I wondered.

"Yeah my dad works evenings so after he leaves I can pick you up, and my mom won't care either way" He reassured me. As we talked I realized that all the disdain I felt for Steve had disappeared. I felt like we had a neutral relationship, I wasn't enthralled to be around him, but I didn't hate being around him either.

Soon gym was over and Damien met me at lunch. We were talking a bit and he asked me to come over his house that evening. I couldn't tell Damien I was tutoring Steve, but I didn't want to lie to him either.

"I can't, I promised someone I would tutor them and I'm going over their house after school" I told him.

"Who are you tutoring?" He asked with a curious look on his face.

"I can't say, I promised I wouldn't tell" I replied.

"Oh, well...how about tomorrow then?" he wondered.

"Well, I'll be over their house every day after school" I explained.

"Oh...well when CAN you come over then?" he questioned.

"I guess after I'm done, and I can spend the night a few nights a week and we can go to school together in the mornings" I negotiated.

"I still don't understand why you're sleeping over Roy's place when you know you could stay at my house" He fussed.

"It would just feel kind of awkward, like we were moving in together or something. Besides I feel like we should both have a little time to ourselves" I told him.

"Well, I just hate not having you around, and to be honest I don't like you hanging around Roy" he complained.

"Damien, Roy's my best friend, of course I'd want to hang out with him" I reasoned.

"Well I'M your boyfriend, you should want to be with ME" He grumbled.

"I do, but I can't be there all the time, and you'll be starting basketball soon so you'll be busy too" I negotiated.

"Ok, but can you spend the night tonight?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'll call you when I'm ready" I replied. I could understand why Damien would be a little upset, but I wasn't ready to be with him every day. And his overprotective attitude worried me, I didn't want him to get aggravated every time I was with another guy.

As lunch went on and 4th period passed all of my worries dissipated and I drove home with Roy, telling him about going over Steve's house.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean what if he tries to go down on you again?" He worried.

"Well his intentions seem legitimate. And he was drunk, with my long hair he might've thought I was a girl" I joked.

"True, but just be careful, I don't wanna see you get hurt again" He frowned.

"Don't worry I'll be fine" I reassured him. As we arrived at his house I felt a slight anxiety building. All of Roy's talk had me starting to get worried about the situation.

After about an hour I got a call from Steve. I directed him to Roy's house and I said goodbye to Roy as I went outside and got into Steve's car. It felt so strange being in his car again, reflections of that night flashing through my mind. After a while we pulled up to a yellow 2 story house and went inside. The interior was very plain, the walls and carpets a multitude of neutral colors. Steve led me up to his room, which partially consisted of a huge showcase of all his trophies and team jerseys. He had a large bed covered with sport related sheets and blankets. On the opposite wall was a computer desk and tv in the corner. We sat down on his bed as we unloaded our math materials, my mind unable to force out the recurring images of that night. As I was going over his homework with him he interrupted me.

"I have to say something" he calmly stated. I was petrified as I wondered what he wanted to talk about. "Look, I... I have to know what exactly happened that night" He stuttered. I felt a wave of nervousness flood my body. I had no idea what I should tell him. I was afraid he might get angry if I told him the details of what happened.

"You don't remember?" I asked, trying to avoid the task of having to tell him myself.

"All I remember is waking up in your bed...naked" he cringed.

"If I tell you...you promise you wont get mad at me or anything?" I asked.

"I'm not mad, I mean I'm the one who got drunk, so I guess it's kinda my fault, but I've been struggling to remember and I can't get it out of my mind." He explained.

"Well, after I took you to my house to let you sleep it off, you started...kind of hitting on me. You started rubbing me and saying things, and...well..." I trailed off.

"Josh...look I'm not gonna get mad, I just wanna know what we did" he reassured me.

"Well, I... you...you kinda face fucked me to be honest" I chuckled nervously, trying to ease my nerves.

"So... we didn't have sex or anything?" He asked.

"No, just the oral" I assured him.

"And when you say I said some things, what did I say exactly?" he wondered, a serious yet worried look on his face.

"Well, you said you thought I was hot, and after we finished you said you loved me" I muttered.

"God...Josh I'm really really sorry" He apologized "I didn't mean to hurt you or anything, I was just confused I guess."

"It's ok, but... you're straight aren't you?" I questioned, feeling uncertain about the whole situation.

"Y, Yeah, I mean, apart from that one night I am." he stuttered. I began to feel less and less comfortable around Steve. As we were going over his work I could see he was uncertain about the situation as well. I felt like what happened made Steve question his sexuality. And if by some chance he really was attracted to me, why would he suddenly drop the wall he put up between us by asking me about that night? I found it more and more difficult to study as time went on, and it seemed as if the effect was mutual for Steve. We stopped around 6:30pm and Steve drove me to Roy's. As I walked in Mr. Paul and Mrs. Renetta were sitting in the kitchen, both of them giving me a concerned look, which concerned me as well.

Mrs. Renetta stood up and handed me the phone, giving me a reassuring smile.

"Your dad called for you, he wants you to go home and talk to him" She told me. My insides grew cold and a great sinking feeling pervaded me. I still felt the sting of the words he said, and I was afraid to face him. I nervously dialed my house number and waited for an answer. When my mom picked up I felt a slight relief for being able to delay the inevitable talk with dad.

"Honey we want you to come home. Your father has something to say to you and he wants to say it in person."She pleaded.

"Is he still mad?" I asked her.

"No honey, hold on a sec" She told me as I heard her close a door "He's devastated, I know he was mad at first, but after he cooled down he realized what he actually said. He feels so guilty he actually cried yesterday, he wants you to come home, and so do I" she explained as I could hear that she was on the edge of crying herself. I was still apprehensive to go home, but I couldn't deny how much I missed mom and dad. I told mom I'd be there in a bit and hung up, walking over as soon as I handed Mr Renetta the phone. Every Step I took toward the house made me more and more anxious, and as I went up to the door I was hesitant to open it. I twisted the knob and went inside, seeing mom and dad on the couch waiting for me. As I shut the door I saw dad stand up and walk over to me. My body tensed as he approached, but he suddenly wrapped his arms around me. I heard him weeping as he held me, causing me to wrap my arms around him as well. Dad hadn't held me like this since I was a kid, but I'd never seen him cry my entire life.

"I'm so sorry Josh, I don't deserve a son as wonderful as you. I was so stupid, and I got caught up in my frustration. I would never mean to say those things about you josh. You're my son, and the only one I'll ever have. I'll always love you for who you are, I was being selfish, but I promise I'll never try to change you again" He cried. Tears began to flow from my eyes as fountains, but I couldn't muster any words. All I could do was cry into dads shoulder, and hold him tight. All of the built up tension between he and I melted away, and I felt like I belonged right there in his arms.

It felt so good to be back in my own bed again. I laid down and breathed in the smell of my room. I looked at the clock and noticed it was getting late. I hurried to call Damien and ask him to pick me up.

"Sorry I called so late, I just made up with my dad and there was a lot of talking...and crying"i joked.

"I'm coming to get you then" he said cheerfully.

"Ok I'll see you soon." I replied. I sat and watched tv while I waited, soon seeing a pair of headlight's pull into the driveway. I ran downstairs and went outside, walking up to Damien's drivers side window. I opened the door and he gave me a confused look.

"I want you to meet my parents" I told him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Well now that dad and I have talked things through I don't see any reason why not" I smiled. He took his seatbelt off and walked with me inside, showing a bit of nervousness as we came into the living room.

"Mom, dad, this is Damien. Damien these are my parent's." I announced. Dad got up and gave Damien a firm handshake and mom greeted him as well.

"So you're the one Josh has told me about, my you're so handsome" Mom complimented. Dad started asking Damien a few questions about school and sports and work, average guy stuff. After a few minutes we let ourselves out and began to drive to Damien's house.

"You're parents seem nice" He commented.

"Yeah they really seem to like you" I smiled.

"So how was tutoring?" He asked, sounding a bit aggravated.

"It was ok" I replied. I could tell Damien was annoyed, but I didn't completely understand why. We both remained silent as we drove to his house and went up to his room. As we sat on his bed and turned on the tv, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Honey, are you mad at me?" I asked him. He laid down with me on top of him and stroked my back, nuzzling my hair.

"No, I just don't like not knowing who you're with. It's not that I don't trust you or anything, it's other people I don't trust" He told me.

"I'm sorry, I would tell you if I could, but I promised I wouldn't say anything" I explained.

"I know, but I feel like you're never here, and I have to have you around or else I start getting tense and irritated." He replied.

"Well I'm here now, and I think I could ease that tension of yours" I chuckled, running a hand up his shirt and caressing his chest. He instantly sprung up and kissed me, his tongue sweetly rolling against mine. He ran his claws down my back and stuck his thumbs in between the elastic of my underwear. He pulled down my pants and underwear in one quick sweep before beginning to pull down his own. I was a bit surprised by his eagerness but went long with it nonetheless, kicking my pants off and stripping myself of my shirt. He took off his clothes as well and a crawled over to him, going over to his back and deeply massaging it. "Can you lay down for me?" I asked him. He flipped onto his stomach and and I straddled over him, running my hands all over his muscular form. He moaned as I kneaded his muscles, feeling his powerful biceps as I went down his arms. I ran my hands back down and playfully squeezed his taut formed butt. Suddenly he sprang up, flipping me over backwards and causing me to fall off the bed, the back of my head painfully striking the floor. I clutched the back of my head as I groaned in pain as Damien briskly jumped off the bed and came over to me, holding me in his arms.

"God I'm sorry hon, you can't surprise me like that" He apologized, rubbing my back as he cradled me. "Are you ok? I didn't mean to knock you off the bed like that" He asked, a worried look on his face.

"Yeah I'm ok, I didn't mean to freak you out like that" I replied, cringing at the pain in the back of my head.

"Here let me help you up" He smiled, lifting me in his arms back up onto the bed. He laid me down and got on top of me, holding my head and kissing all over my neck as his cock rubbed against mine. "Does it hurt?" He questioned, softly caressing the back of my head. I shook my head as the pain was faint and he began biting my neck, a bit harder than usual. "How about this?" He whispered, slowly nibbling harder and harder on the side.

"A...a little" I stuttered, unable to help enjoying the feeling.

"Can I...leave my mark on you hon?" He asked.

"Um...sure" I replied, not really knowing what he meant. I felt his teeth sink into me, going deeper as the pain intensified. I tried to tell him to stop, but I felt a sudden shockwave of pain and pleasure as bit into my skin, causing me to gasp and heave in resistance. He licked at my neck a bit afterwards, the pain reduced to a slight burning sensation. I felt the warmth of his precum leaking onto me as he tended to my neck, the warmth of his tongue somehow soothing me. He lifted himself up and smiled at me as he began to pump his throbbing member a bit. His cock was wet and slick with the excessive amount of pre leaking from him. He gave me a sly grin as he took my erect member in his hand, lubing it up with his own pre. I leaned back and and writhed in pleasure as he skillfully pumped my aching dick.

I saw him lean down and take my member into his maw, licking and sucking on it, the incredible feeling nearly unbearable. Within seconds I was on the verge of bursting and calling out his name. He seemed to recognize the hint and released my dick from his mouth, pumping it eagerly as I climaxed, streams of cum covering my chest and stomach. I felt my face burning in embarrassment of my lack of resistance. He tenderly licked the cum off of me, cleaning ever bit of my body. His tongue tickled me as he went across my body, his claws running down my sides sending chills through me.

He leaned over and kissed me once more, the taste of my own seed being shared by our tongues. As we kissed I felt him pressing a finger on my hole, wetting it with his pre. I suddenly scooted away from him in instinct, not wanting him to penetrate me. He gave me a worried look as put his other hand on my cheek.

"What's wrong hon?" He asked concernedly.

"Damien I'm... I'm not ready for that yet" I told him.

"Don't worry babe I promise I'll be gentle" He smiled as he continued to prod at my hole.

"No, I mean I'm not ready emotionally" I explained. He paused for a moment and looked away from me, a look of disappointment clear on his face.

"But...I thought you loved me" He said.

"Honey I do love you, but I don't want thing to move too fast" I went on. He smiled at me and chuckled a bit, pushing me down onto the bed and pinning me down.

"Don't be shy honey, I know you want this just as badly as I do" He grinned, prodding my hole with his finger one more. Before I could speak his finger entered me, a slight pain emanating under a wave of pleasure.

"Honey I'm serious I don't want" I managed before he interrupted.

"Shhhh, it's ok hon, just relax and enjoy this" He grinned as he took his cock and pressed it against my hole. At that very moment I felt a power fall over me. I wanted to stop him, but something inside me forced my silence. Deep down, my primal lust begged for this moment, but my conscience made a futile resistance against Damien. He had formed a control over me, and he knew it. The deep pervading gaze in his eyes could see that I couldn't say no to him anymore. The slight pain I felt as he slowly entered me was paled by the anguish in my heart. My arms pulled him deeper, but my mind wept in agony. Soon my entire being had given over to him, and he was slowly thrusting into me as I kissed his neck and chest.

The pain slowly dissipated and turned into raw pure ecstasy as he prodded me with his girth. His hand ran wild across my body as my insides held tight against his throbbing member. His heavy breath turned into low grunts as his pace steadily quickened, his pre make my hole more and more slick as he fucked me. I dug my nails into his back, gasping and groaning in bliss as an intense flame built within my loins. He was pounding into me so heavily, his muscular frame above me flexing as he thrusted. He was a god before my eyes, and I a mere slave to his will. I wanted him deeper, harder, rougher, but could only manage to breath his name. I could feel a knot beginning to form as the base of it bumped into me with every thrust. Damien pulled me as close as he could, his sweat soaked fur tight against my body. He drove me deeper and deeper into the mattress as he wildly fucked me, his knot slamming my hole as pre leaked from me. I felt him squeeze me tighter, cocooning me as he approached his climax. A low growl escaped from him, increasing in volume along with his pace and force. He let out a piercing howl as he arched his back and shoved his cock as tightly as he could against my hole. His seed was hot against my insides as his cock pumped more and more into me, seeming like it would never stop.

After a few moments Damien let out a final grunt as he lay on top of me, keeping his softening cock firmly pressed inside me. His breath was warm against my neck as he tried to catch his breath. Although my body had loved the experience, I felt dead on the inside.

I had given Damien my innocence, my will, and my heart, and even though I loved him, I feared he may use them against me. I didn't doubt my feelings for Damien, I doubted my ability to say no to him. Perhaps I couldn't say no to anyone, Steve, Roy, Damien, I gave them all a special part of myself. But Damien was the only one who was aware of it, and he could use it if he chose to. I doubted myself so much at that moment, and my self esteem was crushed. Even though Damien and I were lovers, I still wasn't ready to have sex, but I let him do it anyway. As Damien pulled out of me and kissed me, I looked into his eyes, feeling a lingering force within them. Damien had a power I never saw before, and I felt I was helpless to resist him.

One question laid within my mind as we showered off and went to sleep. Was I too weak to say no, or was Damien too strong for me to say no to him. Either way I still loved him, I could see the kindness in his eyes as we laid in bed together. But only time would tell if this power would corrupt him. As I soaked in the warmth of his arms I drifted into the darkness. And though I felt protected in his arms, I feared if Damien's heart did darken, my guardian would become my master.