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Hey there! It's been a looooong time since I posted anything...I blame being in Costa Rica;). Anyway, I had hoped to post this the night of my own graduation, but couldn't quite get the timing right. So, two weeks late, here is the tenth installment of "Those College Years." As always, a big thank you to all my readers, watchers, "favers," etc. I know I'm way behind in thanking people :-/

PS. If you happened to miss chapter nine, it is not, in fact, in German. I think the title (which is an homage to Beethoven's 9th) may have confused people:D

As always, the following contains explicit adult content between two males, etc etc.

Enjoy!

* * *

The day dawned bright and sunny, the sky burning an azure blue as the clouds parted for the exuberant sunrise. Birds began to sing out from the trees as the sun's light crept slowly across the campus, adding their own lively song to the jubilant bustle beneath them. Dew glistened on the freshly-cut grass, and the heavy aroma of the thousands of blooming flowers lay thick on the air. It was not long before the vibrant rays were streaming into every window, wresting the occupants from a restful sleep.

Mark groaned as he clamped his eyes tightly shut against the unwanted intrusion; last night had been a late one, and he had no intention of rising even a minute before he had to. Stretching his arms wide above his head, he yawned before scooting closer to his wolf. His paws, however, wrapped around empty space.

With a start, Mark sat upright, rubbing his eyes as he searched the small room. Tyler was nowhere to be found.

With an inquisitive whine, the white wolf rolled out of the bed and quickly dressed himself, noting with growing concern that Ty's shoes were not in their usual place. His heart began to race as his imagination ran wild; it wasn't like the grey fur to just disappear like this. Hastily tying his own shoes, he left the room quietly, being careful not to wake the other occupants of the suite.

Barely able to contain his growing apprehension, Mark tore through the house in a panicked frenzy. Some instinct in the back of his mind screamed that his love needed him, yet Ty remained frustratingly out of reach. He had simply vanished, and on the morning of his graduation from college! A frustrated growl issued forth from Mark's lips as he stepped outside, cursing his own somnolence and praying that his mate was safe, the unexplained absence merely another flight of the small wolf's fancy.

"Where the hell are you?" he said in a low voice, not expecting an answer from the taciturn lawn spread before him.

* * *

It had all come down to this.

Tyler could feel tears in his eyes as his feet walked familiar paths one last time, no more to lead him onwards to the places and figures of the past four years. His paws fell with a wearied gait, as if their hesitation could somehow stay the inevitability of his departure. For months he had dreaded this day, been terrified of the finality it carried with it. Yet during those months, it had always been nothing more than a looming figure on the horizon, something to be ignored in the rush of daily life.

And now it had come.

With a mournful expression, he looked sadly up at the buildings as he walked. The sight of them set his mind swimming in memories, and he stifled a sob as the feelings came flooding over him once more. So much had transpired in these stolid buildings; so much had come to pass atop the glistening lawns around him. How could he ever bear to leave this place that had turned him into the wolf he was now? How could he leave his friends of all these years, so close now that they were more trusted and loved than even his own family? How could he leave Mark?

Mark!

His mind snapped to full attention at the thought of his wolf, who was undoubtedly still asleep at this early hour. Weeks ago they had sworn to each other that they would always be together, never to be parted by even the most dire circumstances. That was then, when all that they felt was the bliss of unhindered devotion; it had seemed nothing could stop them, for their love was all that mattered. Now, Ty could not fight the feeling that their vows had been nothing more than the naive outpouring of unfounded emotion.

And that thought sickened him. If his love for Mark was so meaningless, was there even meaning left in the world? And was it even worth finding?

Suddenly, the small wolf's feet came to a grinding halt, and he looked up in surprise. He hadn't so much as spared a thought to his destination, and his nearly unconscious body had dragged him to the one place he didn't want to be: the music building. The familiar facade brought fresh tears to his face, and he wiped them away in embarrassment, hiding his sadness from an imaginary audience. His tired body shook as he walked slowly up the well-worn stairs, and he had to brace himself to maintain his balance.

Ty was close to collapsing, this much he knew in the bottom of his heart. He had risen before the sun, stealthily snaking his body out from the snug arms of his wolf. The sight of Mark asleep, his arms reaching forward to protect the smaller animal, had almost been too much, and had brought the first of many sobs to his already-aching body. He simply couldn't bear the thought of all they would lose after today. It was only the memory of the night's passion that had given him the resolve to walk out of the room with his head held high.

With a forlorn cadence, he walked one last time to the fateful practice room, taking a precious moment to pause in its doorway. He could still feel the warmth radiating from the small chamber, though it stood now empty and abandoned. With a shiver tingling up his spine, he stepped slowly through the door. All the energy, the countless hours spent, and the tearful words exchanged in the room came flooding into him all at once, and it was more than his wretched frame could handle.

He fell to his knees with a gasping sob, his arms hanging limp at his side. Four years had come to an end; friendships of more than a decade would never be the same; and the center of his life, for all he knew, was remaining behind. Tears fell from his face in warm, salty drops as his pent-up emotion forced its way out, and his lips trembled as his entire body shook. The room had been filled before with the warm tones of his playing and the passionate moans of their love, but its walls echoed now only with the heart-rending sobs of a wolf who had lost all hope of joy.

It had all come down to this.

* * *

Mark nearly ran across campus, the rhythm of his footfall matching pace with the pounding of the heart within his chest. He should have known to search here first; where else did Ty go in times of greatest need? With a wry smile sneaking onto his face, he remembered the last time they had sought each other in this building, when their roles had been so oddly inverted. Yet somehow it hadn't occurred to the white wolf that Ty was in the same need that had driven him so often to this aging brick structure.

Only as Mark searched the campus in a worried frenzy had his mind remembered the sadness he had felt as they drifted off to sleep together. He was blind to it then, blind as he so often was in the afterglow of his orgasm, but now it all made sense. As Ty had curled up in his arms, it was not expectation for things to come that had pushed him ever closer to his lover. It was the inevitability of their parting. The small wolf had clutched Mark so tightly not out of appreciation for a love unspoken, but out of fear of losing a thing so precious.

If only he had told him! He cursed his silence as his paws flew up the steps and into the darkened hallway. Now, at the greatest transition of his life, was not when Ty needed to be alone!

The white wolf paused as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the hallway, taking a moment to catch his breath. For the first time, he noticed the funereal silence in the building; its normally bustling halls lay bare, no longer echoing the passionate hymns of a dozen musicians. The smallest sounds seemed to echo forever in the cavernous chambers, as if the now-derelict building were trying to create a desperate music of its own.

A stifled sob caught Mark's attention, and his ears perked at the sound. It took a moment for his mind to process the distant echo, but his heart leapt at the unmistakable timbre of Ty's voice. He nearly sprinted through the doors and down the hallway, almost tripping over his eager feet as he reached their practice room.

"Oh thank God," Mark breathed as his eyes fell upon the figure of his wolf.

With lighting rapidity, the larger fur dropped to his knees at Ty's side. His arms were around the grey wolf in moments, squeezing him tightly as he nuzzled him lovingly. The small body jumped in surprise; Ty's deadened senses had locked out all feeling, and he had failed to take note of his mate's entrance. With a distant gaze in his eyes, he turned to regard Mark.

"Honey," he muttered softly, as if still half-asleep, "what are you doing here?"

The white wolf smiled. He could tell that his timing could not have been better.

"Getting you," he answered calmly. "Why else would I be here?" he added, kissing the top of his head gently.

"No," Ty responded distantly, some small measure of clarity returning to his eyes as his focus sharpened on Mark's face. An unexpected emotion was playing across his wet face and furrowed brow, and the larger wolf pulled back in confusion.

"No," he repeated with increasing force, slowly pulling his mind back to the here and now. "No, honey, you need to be in bed. I need to be here. I need this now."

His voice trailed off in thought, and Mark raised an eyebrow. He had to stifle the urge to laugh at Ty's incoherence; he should have known better than to let his mind run free like this.

"Babe," he whispered softly, gently rocking the small wolf from side to side, "if anyone needs to be in bed, it's you."

For a moment, Ty didn't respond. He simply sat there in Mark's arms, letting the steady rhythm of their motion calm his beleaguered mind. But with every movement - every loving squeeze and affectionate nuzzle - came the unbidden thought that it might be the last one. Every euphoric vibration was followed by a stomach-wrenching sensation of impending loss. Ever so slowly, his small body began to tremble, eliciting a concerned whine from the white wolf behind him.

"Honey, honey," Mark breathed into the back of Ty's neck, "something's wrong." He pulled the tear-soaked head around to stare deep into those vivid green eyes. "Tell me what's happening," he plead, his calm face slowly crumbling under the sadness emanating from his lover's body.

Ty heaved a heavy sigh, slowly standing and pulling away from Mark, turning to stand face to face with the larger animal. For a moment, he stared into his deep blue eyes; the sincerity and love reflected in them was all the prompting he needed.

"Mark, love," he began. "It's all coming to an end. It's finally over."

His voice cracked; he could feel another wave of pathetic sobs coming on.

"This day finally came," he whined, blushing as he felt a single tear course mournfully down his cheek.

Silence followed his pained words, interrupted only by Ty's pitiful sniffles and quiet sobs. Mark regarded him carefully, his heart wrenched by every poignant sound echoing off the room's walls. Ty looked back with pleading in his eyes, his body visibly shaking now. Finally, Mark pulled him close, wrapping his strong arms around him and rubbing his back tenderly. He was beginning to understand.

"Babe," he spoke, trying to keep his own voice from cracking in turn, "I made a promise to you. I will always be by your side." Ty looked up at those words, a hopeful gaze appearing on his face for the first time that morning.

"I don't make promises," Mark went on, "unless I intend to keep them. I will follow you," he shook Ty emphatically, "to the ends of the earth."

For a second, a gentle smile broke through the tears on the grey wolf's face.

"Honey, how?" he started before being interrupted quickly by a finger on his lips.

"Ty, for once in your life," Mark answered, "don't ask questions. Trust me," he finished, and there was an unmistakable twinkling in his bright blue eyes.

The two stood for a moment staring at each other, neither wanting to break away from the other. Suddenly, Ty moved in close, his eyes closing as he pulled Mark's surprised head into a passionate kiss. The shock, however, quickly subsided, and the large wolf moaned approvingly as his tongue tangled with Ty's. He could distinctly taste warm salty tears mingling into the familiar flavors, and he opened his eyes to see the small wolf's face matted and wet.

"You," Mark panted, running a paw down his side, "are the strangest wolf I know."

Ty grinned, happily remembering this conversation from oh so long ago.

"And from the sound of it," he responded quickly, "I'm your strange wolf."

Mark leaned down again, snaking his paws beneath Ty's shirt and leaving deep furrows in his fur. The small wolf moaned contentedly at the touch, grinding his hips roughly against Mark's and eliciting another happy groan.

"That you are," the large wolf whispered as he pressed his muzzle once more against Ty's. The small fur eagerly returned the kiss, letting his own paws run free across the supple body of his lover. Mark sighed at the familiar touch, growling lightly into his lover's mouth.

"Now," he said when they finally parted, gazing at a suddenly happy Ty, "don't you have something you need to get ready for?"

* * *

The roar of the crowd was audible even from the other end of the campus, and its distant thunder brought a smile to every graduate's face. For better or worse, this was the day they had anticipated for the past four years. Today was their graduation, their last step before starting out over the vast expanses of a brave new world. The excitement was palpable in the air, and everyone was abuzz with eager hope for what lay beyond this morning.

Here and there, groups of friends gathered for the last time, all secretly hoping that they would never have to say that final fateful farewell. Uneasy smiles accompanied each meeting, the unbidden heralds of emotions that would remain unspoken. Tears were already beginning to streak their faces, adding their own poignant tinge to the crooked smiles.

In his room, Tyler took one last time to straighten his robes, turning to and fro to make sure it hung exactly as it should off his well-toned shoulders. He smiled at himself as he looked in the mirror, running a quick paw through his hair to keep it in order. Mike stood beside him doing much the same, though the panther obviously lacked Ty's natural comfort in the formal gowns.

"God, Ty," he breathed in frustration as he wrestled once more with his rebellious outfit, "I hate these things!"

The wolf smiled, casting a glance to his side and laughing when he saw the problem.

"It generally helps," he chuckled, "if you don't have it on backwards."

Mike looked up in shock at those words, turning a bright red when he realized his error. Muttering under his breath, he retreated to his room before reemerging properly clad yet looking entirely out of place.

"Better?" he asked, and Ty merely smiled.

"It'll do," he finally said as they walked together out of the house.

Ethan and Jake were waiting outside; Jayden was undoubtedly already onstage with the rest of the choir, and Mark was patiently waiting with the wind ensemble. The golden retriever looked characteristically uncomfortable: he despised formal clothes, and it took the better part of his self-control to keep from ripping them off here and now.

They paused and considered each other for a moment; three graduations now had they attended together, and this was going to be their last. Although smiles danced across their faces, a hint of sadness appeared from time to time, an almost-unseen shadow of finality. Finally, once the silence had become heavy, Jake spoke up.

"Shall we?"

* * *

As was tradition at Heading College, the graduation ceremonies were to take place on the vast campus lawn. Where before had lain the blankets and discarded shoes of happy picnickers now stood a large and solemn stage, its regal poise adding all the necessary pomp to the already overdone occasion. The college's regalia hung brightly across every surface, and the bright faces of exuberant parents filled the seats and stands.

The area was a cacophony of noise; every motion and sound from the ceremony's directors was followed by a tense expectation, always accompanied by the familiar swell of excited vocalizations. Necks were already sore from craning to gain some sort of vantage, but the seniors hung stubbornly out of view. In the corner, the band was nearing the end of the prelude, adding its own dulcet tones to the happy reverberations echoing around them. The sun beat down hard upon the crowd, pushing the temperature to the point of discomfort, but the gathered mass ignored it. What was about to occur was far more important than a mild sunburn.

Across campus, Tyler stood stolidly alone, separated from his friends as the class lined up in alphabetical order. The warmth of Mark's words rang still in his ears, and the mere thought of his embrace filled the small wolf with delight. He had been so foolish to doubt his love; they would find a way, and that was all that mattered.

Distantly, Ty registered the end of the prelude. He had played three commencements' worth of music, and he knew exactly what was coming. His heart leapt at the first notes of the processional, and a genuine smile tugged at his lips.

It was time.

With a new perk in his step, he joined the class of 2009 as they began the long slow march to their final collegiate event. A quiet murmur traveled down the line as they walked, joined by eager smiles and unbelieving laughs. Every step now took them just a little bit closer to the culmination of the last four years, and the campus itself seemed to radiate the joy that was suddenly bubbling in each of them. Even Ty, who had been so utterly desolate that morning, found himself nearly bounding along in time with the music.

The crowd roared as they rounded the final corner, leaping to their feet in a spontaneous outpouring of love, pride, and congratulations. Ty noted with a smile his own family tucked away in a corner, barely tall enough to make eye contact with him as he walked. As he proceeded slowly down the center aisle, the small wolf spied Mark, who was boldly occupying Ty's now-vacant seat in the wind ensemble. The white wolf spared just a moment to catch his eye, and the two exchanged a sheepish grin before Ty filed into his assigned seat.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the graduating class was in place, and all music ceased. A sudden silence followed, punctuated by brief smatterings of applause and happy laughter. Nervous glances were exchanged, and hidden smiles flew through the crowd as the dean stepped to the microphone. After briefly surveying his captive audience, he threw his arms wide over the crowd.

"Congratulations!" he shouted, a proclamation met with enthusiastic applause from all who were gathered there. Ty suddenly found himself hanging on every word; the graduations he had attended in years past seemed now meaningless. This one was his and every word seemed to be spoken directly to him.

Within moments, the audience was seated, and the speakers had taken their obligatory positions. For the first time in their college career, not a head among the graduating class dipped in sleepiness; there was no risking even the slightest of missed moments now. This was their moment, and they had every intention of relishing it to its fullest.

The usual fare followed; the speakers added their own congratulations, their own pithy words of advice. The energy in the crowd was growing inexorably, for all knew what was to come; each senior was eagerly awaiting their diploma.

After an eon of speeches, some better than others, the dean returned once more to the microphone. A distinct grin played across the badger's face as a palpable blanket of energy fell upon the gathered masses. Behind him stood a massive stack of diplomas, which every senior had been eyeing for the past half hour.

"And now," he said with great flourish, "the moment you've all been waiting for. Will the graduating class please stand?"

Ty's heart leapt as the class stood as one, its pace quickening with every fur called to the stage. Slowly, almost painfully so, the names advanced down the alphabet, and the wolf could feel his fur standing on end in anticipation.

The row before him was complete. No longer fighting to control his grin, he advanced slowly down the line of chairs, catching the eyes of Mike and Jake as he walked behind them. They gave him happy thumbs-ups, proudly brandishing their freshly-awarded diplomas. He patted them warmly on the back before turning to face the band.

Mark was nearly on the edge of his seat, straining to catch some sight of his lover as he progressed slowly through the crowd. He nearly shouted when Ty rounded the corner, and the grey wolf grinned at his exuberant yet unspoken congratulations.

"Matthew David Donovan," came the name of the student immediately in front of Ty, followed by the crashing applause of that fur's friends and family as the rabbit walked across the stage. The wolf was now left standing at the base of the stage, looking up expectantly at the dean. His heart pounded so loudly in his ears that he could hardly hear his name.

"Tyler Michael Dougan, summa cum laude," came the proclamation, and Ty almost leapt up the stairs at the sound. A thunderous burst of applause followed the words, and he could distinctly hear Mark's howl cut through everything. Within moments, the diploma was in his hands, and he slowly opened it to see for the first time the physical manifestation of the most important four years of his long life.

He had done it. It was complete.

* * *

Ty stood silently in his empty room, his home of the past four years. It stood bare now, stripped of all that had reflected the presence of the scrupulously tidy wolf. It was now nothing more than a room, patiently awaiting the travails of its next occupant. Yet something remained, some essence that awaiting a final farewell from him.

His parents had long returned to their home an hour away, leaving him to say his final farewell (and perhaps avoiding being present when Mark and Ty saw each other for what might be the last time). The wolf had already said farewell to everyone save his love, and the salty taste of his tears lingered yet in his mouth. But these toys were joyful; Mark's words rang always in his head.

This was not an end, but a new beginning.

Suddenly, the door opened behind him, and he looked to see the white wolf standing in his doorway. He looked much the same as on that day in physics so long ago. His strong, athletic body positively rippled beneath his almost-too-tight clothes, and his happy gaze dispelled all lingering sadness from Ty's brain. It was not hard for him to remember why he had fallen in love.

Without saying a word, Mark strode towards Ty, quickly covering the short distance between them. He paused a moment an arm's distance away before suddenly pulling the small wolf into a tight embrace.

"I am so proud of you," he said quietly, sniffling as tears began to well out of his eyes. He ran a claw gently down Ty's back in congratulations, earning a warm murr from the smaller animal.

"Thanks honey," he responded, "I can't say how much I love you."

Mark smiled in return.

"Then don't try," the white wolf whispered, "I love you; it needs no qualification."

Ty sighed as he leaned into Mark's warm body, savoring the rich, earthy aroma of his scent as it wafted into his nostrils. He nipped playfully at his neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from the larger wolf.

"Mmmmm," he moaned, "I have something for you, little wuff."

Ty's heart skipped a beat at those words, and he looked up to see his lover clutching an official-looking letter. With a confused look on his face, he grabbed it and skimmed it. And then he read it again, and a third time before it fell from his shocked hands and gently wafted to the floor.

"Oh my God," he breathed, "did you really?"

Mark smiled coyly, placing a silencing finger on Ty's lips.

"I will follow you," he answered, "to the ends of the earth."

Still in a state of utter shock, the grey wolf retrieved the letter from the floor and read it again. He still couldn't believe its contents: Mark had transferred to Ty's new school.

For a moment, the two stared at each other, arms wrapped tightly and tears welling in their eyes. The magic of the moment washed around them, seeming to paint everything in shades of gold and silver. Soon, they could see nothing else, and Ty leapt into Mark's arms with a cry.

"I will be with you," Mark said confidently. "That much I promise."

Ty looked back up at him, sniffling through his joyous tears.

"And nothing more would I ask."

They leaned together then, sighing as their lips parted and their tongues met in a wild, passionate kiss. Mark bit at Ty's lips playfully, and the small wolf answered with an eager moan. Wild paws roamed at will across their bodies, grasping and clawing at every exposed surface and earning ecstatic groans and yips. Ty whimpered when they parted, and his love smiled at the sound.

"Just can't get enough, can you?" he asked suggestively, his coy tone sending a warm, tingling feeling through Ty's crotch.

"Need you ask?" the small fur replied breathlessly, nearly smashing their lips together as he dove into another fiery kiss. One hand reached up to pull Mark's head ever closer, and the other paw was already busily at work with the large wolf's belt. The white fur moaned as Ty's hand brushed against his crotch, unconsciously grinding their hips together. They grunted at the feeling, a shiver traveling up Ty's spine as his agile fingers continued furtively at divesting his lover of his clothes.

Mark chuckled into their kiss, sending a tickling wave of ecstacy down Tyler's spine. His own steady hands were making quick work at the small animal's already-loose garments, and he gently squeezed Ty's ass as the jeans fell to the floor. The small lupine grunted loudly in reply, grinding their hips together once more. Both wolves' boxers were already spotted with pre, and their heavy musk was filling the room with its earthy scent. The rich aroma teased the wolves, nearly driving both of them mad with anticipation.

"This is taking too long," Ty said suddenly, pulling away to rip his own shirt from his chest and throwing it into the corner. "I spent all morning waiting around," he added between pants. Fitting actions to words, he removed Mark's shirt roughly, nearly tearing it apart in the process. The white wolf sighed happily as the cold air blew through his fur, adding a few surprised yips as Ty nibbled hungrily at his chest.

"Nothing slows you down, does it?" he asked sarcastically, and Ty responded with a lusty growl as he rubbed a paw across Mark's stiffening member. The white wolf shivered at the sensation, throwing his head back and moaning at the new attention. He slowly placed his own paws at Ty's base, gently rubbing it and earning a sticky spurt of pre from its tip. The small wolf trembled as a wave of pleasure shot up his spine, making his hair stand on end in bliss.

Mark moaned as he leaned in for another kiss, grunting as his tongue forced entry into Ty's muzzle. He rubbed their stiff members together, and both wolves moaned loudly into the embrace. As their eager tongues happily explored each other's mouths, the white wolf lowered a paw and slowly started pawing off both of them, smiling as Ty's hips bucked at the touch. The grey wolf murred as the warm hand slowly pumped his throbbing shaft, and he clawed at Mark's back as another spurt of pre shot out of his cock.

"Ooh," Mark laughed, "someone's eager."

"And someone," Ty panted, kissing down Mark's neck as the larger wolf continued to stroke him, "is taking entirely too long."

"Well" the large wolf answered with lust in his voice, "let's fix that."

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, licking Ty's cock from base to head once before taking the entire length into his muzzle. Ty gasped at the unexpected and wet warmth, placing his paws encouragingly on Mark's head. He moaned appreciatively as the white canid slowly pumped his head up and down the beggingly-stiff cock, letting his tongue hang loosely from his open muzzle. The small wolf had not forgotten the heavenly feeling of his lover's experienced tongue, and every movement sent a sliver of sensation across his trembling body.

Mark smiled as Ty's body writhed in pleasure, savoring the salty pre as it issued forth in starts and spurts. The grey fur was slowly and unconsciously thrusting into the receptive mouth, moaning with every skilled motion of the expert tongue. Without warning, Mark let loose a deep-throated growl, sending a wave of tingling sensation up the small wolf's spine. Ty threw his head back at the feeling, letting loose an appreciative growl of his own and bucking even deeper into Mark's muzzle.

The scent of arousal pervaded the room now, its musk adding its own impetus to the wolves' growling pleasure. Ty could feel himself tensing, his body slowly seeping out of the control of his conscious mind. He threw all reserve to the wind, letting his instincts take control in wild abandon. Mark could feel the change come over his partner as the feral animal began to emerge, and he grunted his appreciation of the fact.

Ty began to whimper as he felt his balls pull up close to his body, and his cock began to quiver in anticipation of release. Mark picked up his pace, growling again as the grey wolf humped his muzzle with wild intensity.

"Gawd," Ty panted, fighting to extend his orgasm. Mark could feel the body tense in his maw, but he would have none of it. Moaning imperceptibly, he renewed his pumping and sucking with increased vigor; his wolf was going to climax when he said so. Ty groaned at the amplified treatment, bucking his hips into the ever-welcoming mouth of his lover.

"Hon," he breathed, fighting the orgasm welling up in his groin, "not so fast...I'm gonna..."

Mark cut him off with another growl, eliciting a panting moan from the grey wolf. He smiled as he felt the first warm bits of cum seeping into his mouth, removing the throbbing cock and letting it quiver in midair. Ty whimpered at the loss of sensation, looking down imploringly at the larger animal.

"You said 'not so fast,'" he said coyly, grinning at the pained expression on his lover's face. A quiet whimper was all that the small wolf could muster, and his hands slowly traveled to his cock; he needed release.

With a wry smile, Mark slapped the paws away, letting his tongue travel tantalizingly slowly up the shaking member before him. Ty whimpered again at the sensation, made all the more intense by the half-finished orgasm that still burned within him. His cock twitched in eager anticipation, but nothing more than pre came from its red tip.

"Please," Ty whimpered, almost embarrassed at his need.

The large wolf answered with another lick, this one even lighter than before. The unexpected tickling made the grey canine jump, some strange mix between a giggle and a moan issuing forth from his shaking lips. His entire body quaked, fighting to regain the release that had been so close. He whimpered at every touch, his mind focused on just one thing.

Another lick earned another whimpering moan, and Ty's cock quivered once more. A salty gob of cum dripped out and onto the carpet, but Mark removed his attention just in time to keep the small wolf suspended between stimulation and release. Ty growled through his whimpers, fighting to find words through the sensation overflowing his body.

"Gawd, finish it!" he panted, placing his hands forcefully on the top of Mark's head.

With a wide grin, Mark licked the shaft one more time, using both hands to pump it hard from tip to base. Ty threw his head back with an unabashed howl as his cock tightened, spewing a hot string of wolf cum all over his lover's face. Mark licked it up eagerly, pumping the still-leaking member to eke out every last drop. Ty was panting, his body twitching as his cock continued to spasm, loosing another string of seed onto the once-clean carpet.

"Like that?" Mark asked without need. The panting, moaning whimpers were all the confirmation he needed, and Ty could only nod in response.

"Well," the large wolf said with lust in his eyes as he stood, "my turn."

Ty moved close, wrapping his arms around Mark's strong neck and leaning into him. His orgasm continued to wash over him, filling every inch of his body with euphoria.

"Take me," he breathed, letting his weight fall into the waiting arms of his lover. With the utmost care, Mark lifted the small animal off his feet and carried him to the bare mattress. Ty panted softly in his arms, his tail wagging in excitement. Slowly, the large wolf laid him down on the mattress, and their gaze met for a moment.

There are no words for what was exchanged between them as they gazed into each other's eyes. The utmost trust, compounded by the truest love, and emotions for which there are not yet words were all conveyed in that simple look, never broken as Mark lowered himself down onto the body panting beneath him.

"I am always," Ty whispered, "yours."

With those words, the grey wolf reached up and pulled Mark down into a kiss. Both animals moaned loudly into their embrace, lovingly running their hands across the shivering, naked bodies. Bodies quivered and tongues entangled as they exchanged silent vows, as secure as ever in their love. They knew more than ever that they would spend eternity as one.

"Are you ready?" Mark asked when they broke, and Ty nodded.

At seeing the look of utmost trust written on the small wolf's face, Mark prodded the tight pucker once with his cock. A quiet, happy gasp greeted him, and he breathed in deeply. As he exhaled, he pushed slowly into the fur beneath him, smiling at the ecstatic moans and rapturous squirming that greeted the intruder. For his part, his breath came in slow gasps as the pleasure flooded his body. He could feel himself drooling a little in delight, his body slowly surrendering to the utter truth of their bond.

He took only a moment when he had hilted himself before pulling back out slowly. Ty groaned as the empty feeling came flooding back, and he wrapped his legs around the large wolf as if to pull his cock back in. Mark was more than happy to oblige, and both wolves moaned and yipped as the wolf cock slid slowly back into its place. Ty squirmed as his lover hilted him once more, reaching up to brace himself against the strong shoulders.

Within moments, they had settled into a slow, steady pace, grunting in time with each thrust. Ty's legs clenched tighter with each motion of Mark's hips, unconsciously spurring him further, begging to be bred.

"Come on, love," Ty's voice came in rough, rhythmic spurts, "I know you can take me harder."

Mark increased his speed in reply, letting out a slow moan as he felt Ty's cock twitch between their soft bellies. The small wolf gasped and grunted beneath him, clutching the mattress and leaving small furrows in its dented surface. Every movement sent a new wave of rapture across his slight frame, eliciting a nearly screaming moan of bliss.

Suddenly, Ty reached up and wrapped his hands around the back of Mark's neck. The larger wolf yipped in surprise as their muzzles were slammed roughly together, but he never lost his rhythm. They grunted in time as they kissed, the wet moaning joined by the staccato slapping of Mark's knot against Ty's tight pucker.

"Ungh," Ty panted, his mouth just inches from that of his lover. The large wolf's breath was hot on his face. "Tie...me...one...more...time..." he gasped, his fingers digging into Mark's white fur as his cock prodded the small wolf's prostate.

The thrusting grew faster, Mark's body visibly aching for release. Ty's tongued lolled loosely out of his mouth, and a look of absolute bliss flashed across his face. Mark growled down at him as his body swung in ever-wilder gyrations, and Ty whimpered back in submission. He needed to be bred; he needed to feel that knot in him one last time in this room.

Every motion of Mark's hips ground roughly against Ty's, pushing the small wolf against the headboard of the flimsy bed frame and earning regular cries of pleasure. Ty's cock twitched, and he moaned as he felt his balls pull up tight against his body. Mark's knot was at full size now, slamming hard against the seemingly too-small pucker, teasing at it, easing it slowly open.

But Ty was in no mood for teasing. With one rough motion, he clasped his legs as tight as ever, pulling Mark close and pushing the throbbing cock as deep as it would go. The knot slipped in with a pop, and Ty threw his head back as a throaty moan escaped his throat. Mark's thrusting had reached a fevered pitch, as his instincts took full control; his senses were overthrown by the fiery passion rocking his body.

The large wolf groaned loudly as he felt his cock starting to twitch, and Ty moaned in reply, lost in the pleasure of being filled, totally and fully, by his lover. Abandoning all semblance of control, Mark leaned down over Ty, biting him gently at the base of his neck. The small wolf shivered at the mating bite, and his paws ran wildly down the white wolf's back.

"Gawd," he breathed, his vision going white as another orgasm approached.

With one massive, final thrust, Mark lifted Ty bodily off of the mattress, throwing his head and chest back in a wild howl as hot wolf cum sprayed out of his spasming cock. His thrusting never slowed, and another string quickly joined the first as Mark's entire body shook. The warmth quickly sent Ty over the edge, and his ears pressed tight against his head as sticky goo coated their stomach fur. He whimpered slightly as his brain struggled to make sense of the flood of pleasure washing over him, digging his claws hard into Mark's rapidly thrusting hips.

They growled at each other lustfully as their members continued to twitch, slowly oozing forth hot seed as the thrusting slowed. Gradually, feeling returned to the rest of their bodies, their panting drew to a close, and all sensation ebbed from their bodies save the warm afterglow of their mutual orgasms.

Neither could remember how long they stayed like that, gazing deep into each other's faces and relishing the passion of unspoken love. The room was cast in shades of deep amber and gold as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon, and both wolves secretly knew that this would be remembered as one of the most amazing nights of their lives.

Slowly, relishing each fresh impression of feeling, Mark pulled out his still-swollen cock. Ty whimpered at the emptiness, silently pleading for more.

"Honey," the large wolf chuckled, "we have to leave at some point."

Ty nodded reluctantly, rising to his feet and retrieving his discarded clothes. His eyes never left Mark as the two dressed; he was firmly convinced that the most important part of Heading College was standing before him, and that it was coming with him to bold new horizons.

"I'll wait for you in the car," Mark said quietly once they were clothed once more. He planted a quick kiss on Ty's lips before leaving to let the small wolf say goodbye to his home of four years.

Ty sighed as the door closed, looking around at the bare walls, hoping to gain some last insight from the silent surfaces that had seen him grow so much. They stared back blankly, and it suddenly occurred to the small grey wolf that this room was now just that: a room. Home was waiting for him in the car.

With a growing smile pulling at his lips, Ty quietly turned off the lights and locked the door.

New adventures awaited him.

* * *

And thus ended Tyler's years at Heading College. But as our hero was all too slow to realize, this end was not an end, but a new beginning. Graduate school and a career lay in front of him, and before those was a summer to be remembered.

And those are stories that merit a telling of their own...