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Non-human creatures and spirits found themselves staying far away from any regular hospital, or doctor's office for that matter. Benevolent beings found that their magic disrupted life support and other machines important to the maintenance of the ill, whereas the more selfish simply didn't want their bodies poked and cut at. Glamour could only hide so much when going through an MRI, or being examined by the prying hands of a doctor. Many felt that they would be taken immediately to some government facility to be experimented on, or worst. Non-human creatures have had history with being taken by curious humans with far too much money and influence, but at the same time everyone needed a doctor. Even angels got the sniffles in a city where disease, both supernatural and regular, was spread by mouth. Luckily, there were a few with the knowledge that had taken up the role of caretaker for the communities that be. Some of these beings were great healers and powerful soothsayers, but one in particular who dealt with any and all creatures was a demon.

A man with black hair tied in a ponytail held a bone saw in hand, fingers gracing the teeth ever so slowly as to not cut himself. His patient was a simple human that had angered perhaps far too many creatures in the underground. A low life with no family to speak of, and a criminal record that made even the good doctor look like a saint. Now it was his solemn duty as a doctor to put the poor thing out of his misery; using his own methods of course. The human tied to the chair had big eyes and was shaking like a leaf. Of course he should be shaking, Quin liked to take things slow. Bringing up the saw with a big and sharp toothed grin he slowly began bringing it down like a paint brush to the canvas when suddenly through the loudspeaker on the ceiling he heard, "Your one ‘clock is here sir. Don't keep him waiting."

Quin sighed and dropped the bone saw. With a huff he removed the smock from his body and tossed it down removing bloodied gloves. As a doctor he had to do his job properly for payment, and maybe it was his career path that had done this, but even as a demon he hated being late. The human strapped to the chair named Bob must have been certainly pleased, that is until Quin pulled a knife from his belt and stuck it straight into the poor man's throat. Turning he stretched and sighed leaving the man to bleed out. Typically he would have wanted to take it much slower, but an appointment was a sacred thing to him.

Exiting the basement he stopped at the sink just outside to wash his hands and check himself in the mirror. Sharp teeth intact, no blood left over, and his shirt was on straight. With a smile he clapped his hands and ascended the steps into his area of work where he saw what appeared to be a lonely human sitting there nude upon his examining table. Most likely someone was a little too nervous to remove their glamour. With a chuckle Quin moved in closer and clapped his hands together aloud to bring attention to himself, "Hello mister...Evans was it?" he said trying to place a name with the time.

The human upon the examining table didn't smile. He only nodded and spoke, "Uh...yes. Michael Evans, just Michael...listen, are you the doctor?"

Quin blinked. With a chuckle he flashed a sharp smile realizing what the problem was, "Yes, I'm in the know. No, I'm not human. Now please, remove your glamour and we can start."

With a sigh of relief the human removed a skin colored ring off of his finger with a pop and there the glamour went shattering. There in his place was a large black furred werewolf. A tall one at that, perhaps taller than any he had seen. Taking a seat he looked the wolf up and down. Most city wolves weren't that cautious, and he knew every single one in the downtown area, so why then was this wolf new to him? Without even having to question Michael began, "I moved in a year ago or so from the countryside. I'm a bartender at a place across the street. Boss told me you were good...uh...even though you were a demon?"

Quin could see the confusion on the other's face. Typically demons were thought of as malignant creatures that would never be caught as doctors, plus, Quin had no glamour to speak of. To keep the wolf calm and at ease, and perhaps to tease just a bit, he began, "Accursed to be exact. I'm marked by the powers that be with abilities and more, so I don't really need a disguise and for as to why I am a doctor my dear pup, why not?"

Quin could see the gears turning, smiling as a claw rose to scratch behind those fuzzy ears, "Well...demons typically love suffering don't they? You want to destroy not heal...figured it was a bit odd, but hell, what do I know?"

Quin chuckled and replied without pause, "The best part of being a doctor is giving bad news...and what better way to put someone under the knife than be qualified for it? Oh...and have you heard people crying when it’s their turn to get a flu shot? Doctors live around suffering. I even have a weekend saved for therapy just to hear all the little problems of the world. Of course the money is damn nice for a service!"

Michael snorted and those lips curved up to reveal an impressive row of fangs that had Quin marveling at them. He oh so loved beast kin. Especially natural beast kin, not ones pumped full of drugs and steroids. This one was a genuine forest wolf. Their bodies were always at the peak of health and teeming with an untainted magic that could be born from nature herself. With little pause to compose himself he moved on to business, "So...I'm guessing you're just here for a typical checkup, maybe even a physical?"

Michael blinked and cleared his throat, big hand moving to cover his mouth, "Yeah. Boss said I needed a doctor if I wanted to stay with the job, plus this is close to home and work so it's pretty much my best choice."

Quin nodded while standing from his chair to gather a tongue depressor and a few other choice things for the checkup. Without a word he began with his work. Business was business and he liked to make it quick so he could get on with his day. Though he really couldn't help but marvel over the body of this creature. He felt a certain fire stir inside when he thought how it would feel to cut into that body, but then again that would be a waste. Such a beautiful body was meant to be put on display and worshiped. All too often during the checkup he found his hands were trailing, pausing in places where he shouldn't, but he remained composed on the outside. Such a beautiful creature could only come from the woods and to think, such a creature could be corrupted and cursed as well. He could do it, with a simple mark here and there he could make the wolf into a demon as well, and maybe even just a little more. His thoughts were interrupted when the wolf spoke suddenly, "Either you're planning on taking me out to dinner, or there's something wrong..."

Quin noticed that one of his hands had been groping at the wolf's sack the entire time, feeling over each orb gently as he would with a lover. At the same time he had a bit of drool coming off of his lips from his foul thoughts. With a slight blush he chuckled and let go sleeve moving to wipe the drool, "Ah forgive me. I just find your kind interesting. City wolves always ruin themselves and are far more aggressive, but you...you're ah...perfect in body and temperament." Quin realized that he was getting ahead of himself. He was still with a patient after all. Even if he didn't count as a real doctor he had to keep some semblance of professionalism up, "So uh...how has the city been treating you?"

Michael averted his gaze from the good doctor's. Both of the males were in an awkward position, but Michael replied in hopes to control the situation, "Fine. Tips don't pay for much so I'm looking for cheaper places."

As Quin turned to throw away his disposables he listened intently. Quin had been looking for a roommate. Not even someone to split the bill, just for someone to chew the fat with. Not many could handle his personality and even less could handle his work. Perhaps he could tempt the wolf with a little malpractice, "You could always room with me pup. I'm in the market for a cute roommate with a big dick and you certainly fit the bill!"

For a moment the wolf was quiet. When Quin turned around he could practically see the crimson through the poor thing's fur. With a small smile he touched the wolf's head, "Or perhaps we can take it easy. Maybe a first date at my place? I can cook better than any angel you'll meet."

The wolf paused. It seemed as though he was going to say no, but instead he said in a far too meek tone for his size, "What time?"

Quin chuckled, "Perhaps tomorrow night around seven?"

The wolf stood from the examining table and slipped the skin colored ring back on. He was back to human and looking through his clothes now. Taking out his phone Michael looked to the doctor, "Sure. I don't need to come in tomorrow and uh one more question...I hear a lot of muffled screaming, should I be concerned?"

Quin nearly choked. He had forgotten about the whole enhanced hearing. That was why the poor thing was so on edge, "Oh no no, no worries dear Michael. Just...just some trash left for me to take care of from some respectful members of the community. I'm certain your boss told you all facets of my job correct."

Michael’s eyes grew wide and he nodded, "Uh, so tomorrow night at your place? Which is where?" he said desperately trying to change the subject.

Quin smiled just a bit and took the other's phone and typed it in for him while Michael got on his clothes. Returning the phone he winked, "If you need help getting there...cellphone number and my emergency contact are one in the same for this office."

Michael nodded and left in what seemed to be a rush. Perhaps Quin had been just a bit too forward, or the idiot in the basement scared him off. Either way he hoped that the wolf would come tomorrow night. It would be nice to have a boyfriend, nice to not be alone. Being a demon was only so much fun in a big city. He needed a little contact, just a little though. Perhaps it was what remained of his human side that had him yearning for this contact, regardless, hot damn had he scored a big one. Poking his head out of his office and into the lobby he sang, "Cancel my appointments from six to seven dear~ I have a date with a big wolf tomorrow night." The receptionist could only snort and shake her head as she did so. Quin was going to enjoy himself, and if he got stood up, he was most certainly going to blow up a building or two.

While Michael was leaving the doctor's office his human disguise was practically drenched in sweat. He had just managed to get himself into a date with a demon. A creature from hell and beyond that wanted his body in possibly corruptible ways. Michael had wanted to say no. His head had been screaming to say no, but instead he went with his gut and heart, both of which were equally lonely and hungry. The guy looked nice enough and seemed interested, so maybe a one night stand would be fine, plus if the demon really could cook then wonderful, because Michael had managed to burn every single meal since arriving. Then again he'd have to be careful not to fall for any tricks, or let his desires get in the way of his thinking again. Either way he'd go home to mentally prepare himself for what was to come, hopefully it would be just another regular date.

Date night had arrived and Michael was pleasantly surprised. The demon doctor lived on the top floor of a fancy apartment complex that looked more like a hotel than anything else. The suite was well kept and not a drop of blood or horrific imagery in sight. The food hadn't been poisoned and in fact, he had found himself nearly forgetting his manner's at the table. Everything seemed far too perfect and simple. Quin himself was dressed casually as he could, slacks, a loose long sleeve, nothing too impressive which was probably to keep Michael relaxed, so far it had succeeded. Michael felt at home and perfectly safe despite the fact that he was in the home of a demon. Dinner had gone nicely, their conversation was short, but only because Michael was eating so much. Now they sat at the couch together, a movie being flipped on at low volume. Michael realized then that he had brought nothing of value to the home in neither his personality nor anything physical, but still the demon watched him with a silly smile, and for what reason?

Amber eyes darted from side to side as the wolf thought of something to say. He had realized that the entire night he hadn't said anything substantial, hadn't even asked anything about Quin or about his home, or anything at all really. He had immediately pegged it as a one night stand, but in fact the demon had treated him with more respect than even his family living in the city. Finally his mind tuned in and he could hear the demon speaking, asking him a question, "Are you well Michael? Under that fur you're positively pale I'm sure...was it the food?"

Michael cleared his throat and prepared and excuse before pausing. Keeping his gaze averted from the demon's head spoke frankly, "I figured you were just a demon looking for a good time not an actual date...I uh...didn't expect it to be this good, or for you to be so...nice. I'm sorry doc."

Quin's smile never faded and in fact at Michael’s words it seemed to grow. Grabbing on to the poor wolf's hand he was quick to calm the poor thing down, "Yes, I am a demon Michael. I am looking to take advantage of you eventually...but really I want to get to know you. It gets lonely in the city you know? Plus I am really interested in a natural wolf out here in the big city, you're such a curious case."

Michael felt his cheeks flush and he finally turned to Quin, snorting just a bit, "Well...tell me about yourself instead. I'm just a simple country creature who wanted to experience the city, you have to have your own story right?"

Quin blinked. The entire night he was expecting the wolf to jump out the window, or flee in terror from how the poor thing was acting, but now he was taking an interest. Perhaps Quin was better at this than he had initially given himself credit for, "Not much to say pup. I grew up human, was marked, got bored with life and had a few crazy decades as different people--"

Michael’s ears perked up at that and he interrupted, "Quin, wait, how old are you?"

Quin pursed his lips together before looking to the ceiling, "Hm...not too old. Maybe two-hundred or so give or take."

Michael’s eyes widened, "Two-hundred years? That is pretty crazy, you must have seen a lot in your time."

Quin noticed now that the wolf was leaning in, listening intently and eyes on him rather than darting around from side to side, so all it took was revealing that he was an old lonely man in a practically immortal and eternally youthful body, "Hah, I have I have, but not nearly as much as you think. There are older beings than me in this city, some good some bad and some like me, chaotic neutral! Is that really all you're interested in though, my age?"

Michael scratched at an ear realizing that his sudden interest may have been considered rude, "Well...no, I just...I thought it was interesting. Some wolves get that old, but I've never met any. Most go into hiding."

Now Quin was leaning forward, "Really?! Most of the beast-kin around here in general die out so quickly! You never see them breach a century let alone two. Typically they're too dumb to last one lifetime let alone two."

Michael gave a toothy grin at that. He had to, so far he hadn't met any other wolf in the city that was amiable, or even approachable for that matter. Now he found himself staring into those red eyes. Those eyes that had him frightened at first, but now he was more curious than anything else. The demon had proved that he wasn't going to do anything terrible, at least not tonight, and Michael had been treated with plenty of love and respect, so why not? Leaning in he pressed his nose against Quin's. Quin only paused for a moment and smiled lips connecting with the wolf's. Both of them stayed there still, sharing the simple kiss, both of Quin's hands moving to grip on to the wolf's cheeks.

The kiss was soft, passionate, and far to gentle. Quin's lips were still in a smile though he was a bit confused as to why this wolf was so at ease, so meek. As their kiss grew in passion and Quin closed the gap between their bodies, the werewolf's ears flattened and his body shook just a tiny bit. From just a little contact it seemed that Quin had the creature in his grasp. Pulling his mouth away slowly he reached a hand to rub behind each of those fluffy ears, "Why are you so meek wolf? You do want this as much as I do right? I can even feel something bumping me down low...so why then are you so meek hm?"

Michael looked between them. Indeed his own erection had popped from his sheathe. Unsurprising since he hadn't been with anyone since coming to the city. Huffing just a bit he answered, "Just because I'm a beast...doesn't mean I'm...well...it doesn't mean that I like being top dog."

Quin snorted. The joke was terrible and the simple situation was hilarious, but he kept his laughter in. It was best not to make the wolf feel too self-conscious. A hand of his moved on to the wolf's chest, fingers scratching through the fur as he trailed that hand down to Michael’s cock, gripping on to that canine cock ever so gingerly. If the wolf was truly a bottom then he didn't mind. It was kind of cute in sort of hilarious way. He would literally have a pet to keep in his home. Chuckling just a bit Quin spoke as he began stroking the wolf's cock softly, "Maybe we can see about you moving in this weekend? I can get some friends to help cart stuff if need be."

Michael grunted. Those soft hands already doing a number on his lonely cock. Wincing he tried his best to answer without groaning, "Uh yeah. Sounds great. Only have a few things anyway."

That grip tightened then causing the wolf to gasp and let out a low groan, a soft sound that sent shivers down Quin's spine. Leaning in he gave Michael’s shoulder a soft bite, moving then to nuzzle at that fluffy neck, "Sweet boy. You're so pent up! I can feel that cock of yours bounce so much...are you so eager? Maybe I should stop talking and grab the lube..."

Michael huffed out, "N-no..."

Quin raised a brow and softened his grip, "Hm? Something the matter?"

Michael whined out, "Do it without lube"

Quin stopped stroking, a toothy grin showing as he began touching the tip of Michael’s cock softly with his fingertips, "Really? No lube? Oh...what a naughty puppy...I bet you stretch a lot to say that so confidently."

Michael didn't say a word. He only looked away, abash, unsure of what to really respond to with that. Yes he played with himself. Even as a larger beast-kin he loved to be dominated, to be put down and stuffed. Hearing a zipper he turned his head back to see Quin stripping. Beneath the clothing Quin had an impressive form. Slender with light touches of muscles here and there, but more impressive was the array of body art on his chest. Vines and bramble with roses here and there all etched into his body carefully with ink. Michael had definitely not expected tattoos, and none quite so pleasant. Still, his eyes now trailed lower to where he could see Quin's impressive piece nice and hard. A thick cock, twitching, begging to be used. Michael could feel his tail twitching, wagging, he was going to have that inside of him. Suddenly Quin spoke in a commanding voice as he tossed the last of his clothes into a neat pile, "Turn around pup...I wanna see that backside."

Michael turned over to grip the arm of the couch, tail lifting immediately. Certainly he was shy, but he wasn't too embarrassed to admit he had been craving this, or at least his body wasn't too ashamed. Soon enough he felt surprisingly strong hands gripping on to his rear, spreading slowly. His body was shaking at this point, he wasn't sure how to feel about giving the demon so much power over him, but Quin didn't seem like he wanted to cause Michael any real harm.

Quin bit at his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed just a bit when he saw that wolf turn over and flash him that tail. He had never seen a wolf so obedient before. He would have to resist subjugating this beast and putting him in a collar, it would be so simple with how submissive he was. No, instead he distracted himself with the task at hand. Both his hands gripping on to that plush rear, squeezing and spreading slowly to push his cock against that warm hole. With a soft push and a pop his cock was in that puckered hole. Quin yet again bit at his lip, that juicy rear was much tighter than he had expected. Pushing on in he felt those insides clamp tight to his cock already as the werewolf below him moaned out, his tail swishing from side to side. Already he could tell that he would be wanting to keep Michael on a leash, for some fun pet play. Gripping on to the base of Michael’s tail he suddenly thrust deep inside, his cock pushing on in deep slickened by his pre. Breathing out he leaned over the large wolf while beginning to thrust and pull away, rocking his hips back and forth again and again. With each thrust he picked up the pace, moving in quick, wanting to truly dominate that wolf. While one hand gripped on to that tail, tugging and pulling at it occasionally causing Michael to yelp and groan out, his other hand was moving to strike at each of those plump fuzzy cheeks, slapping again and again as he thrust inside. Already the wolf was panting, moaning out and moving his hips like a naughty slut. It seemed that he had happened upon a truly beautiful relationship.

Breathing out and steadying himself, Quin's body shook as he began thrusting quickly now. He wanted to break the wolf, see him a drooling mess and fill his tight rear. Again and again he pounded as hard as he could at that tail hole, watching the wolf pant and groan, clawing at the couch which would no doubt need a replacing after their little session. Already he was so close, he was so ready to burst and he would do it inside of that tight rear. No need for a condom, no need to pull out, he wanted to breed that tight wolf rear. With one last thrust he groaned out and moved his arms to wrap around Michael’s waist, his cock twitching and throbbing as his orgasm mounted, thick seed spurting out all over the wolf's insides.

Letting out a howl Michael felt his own cock twitch and burst against the couch, leaving a sticky mark upon the material before collapsing. He had been fucked raw by the demon and he loved it. Loved the warmth that was filling his tight rear, loved the warm body on his back lying there, hands squeezing at his sides, fingers feeling through his fur. He was practically purring now from all the love. Coming to his senses for a moment he grunted, "Sorry bout the couch..."

Quin smiled and kissed at the wolf's back, "You can pay it back by cleaning while I'm at work...if you're ok with being my household boyfriend."

Michael felt his cheeks heat up and he said in a small voice, "Sure...why not?"

With that Quin fully laid out flat on the wolf's back, figuring the overgrown rug was strong enough to hold him up. He then closed his eyes yawning, nestling against the wolf's soft fur. Michael mimicked the sentiment with a yawn of his own and closed his eyes. Life in the city would be much better with someone to spend it with, and someone to teach him how to use a damn stove properly.