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Chapter Eighteen

Marcus

“Heya darling.”

Marcus grinned and wagged his tail as he stood outside Bennett’s. Tim was standing across the street and Marcus watched as the leopard waited for a break in the traffic before he darted across.

“Hey there, yes I’m still alive after last night’s drinking,” Marcus laughed.

“And I’m glad your Dobie stud is okay with me being around you again,” Tim grinned. “I thought we’d scared him off last night.”

“Yeah, he’s okay,” Marcus replied, giving a carefully abridged version of what Ralph had said.

“So, where do you want to go?”

“I had suggested taking Ralph for a massage,” Marcus explained. “He left before I had a chance to suggest having you make him look good for his audition.”

“Aww, that’s a shame. How long is his audition?”

“I don’t know, I assume he’s going to message me and drive back once he’s done. He needs to get back to the place in the country.”

“Ooh, the place in the country eh? You’ve moved up in the world,” Tim chuckled.

“It’s not that glamorous, it’s my parents’ old house,” Marcus explained. “The place I wanted to move away from and return to London.”

“Ah,” Tim said. “Yeah, that’s not as cool as it sounds, no offense darling.”

“None taken,” Marcus laughed.

“So, want to head to your Dobie’s place?” Tim asked. Part of Marcus’ mind told him that was a risky move. “Or, I could show you where I now do my fur grooming?”

“Do you have a business of your own now?”

“I run it with another friend, it’s just along here,” Tim said, leading the way.

“It seems like you’ve gone up in the world,” Marcus countered.

“Heh, you’re off in the States writing bestselling books,” the leopard grinned.

They walked down a small side street between two rows of elegant Victorian buildings. The side street was cobbled with old fashioned iron street lamps lining the curbs.

“Well this is fancy,” Marcus mused. “Ya know, I was saying to my Doberman that where my parents lived in the country was very old folksy, but it seems that has spread to London too.”

“Oh darling, you should learn to appreciate history more,” Tim laughed. “All my clients love it down here.”

Marcus glanced around and couldn’t deny the street had a certain charm to it, even if it wasn’t what he had become accustomed to.

“Is this it here?” he asked, pointing a salon named Cruffs N’ Tuffs.

“That’s the one,” Tim grinned. “We’re usually closed today, but I can give you a behind the scenes tour.”

Marcus wagged his tail as Tim punched in a key code next to the entrance. The leopard pushed the door open and beckoned for Marcus to follow.

The inside of the salon was modern compared to the street outside, with marble flooring, maroon paint on the walls, lights set close to the floor and an indoor water feature bubbling away in one corner.

Chairs facing large mirrors with fur-dryers hanging above them lined one wall.

“Wow, I wonder if I should ask Frank to remodel the house like this,” Marcus mused out loud, picturing what it would look like.

“Marcus, why do you want to install a water feature and have dark red paint?”

“Because that’s the in-thing Frank, I want to sell the house, not turn it into a museum!”

“If you want to sell it to a brothel owner maybe, and why are there fur-dryers in these design plans?”

Yeah, perhaps that wasn’t the best idea.

“What do you think?” Tim asked. “We do casual grooming or cutting out here, and then fur-dying and extras are done in the back.”

“I think it looks excellent,” Marcus replied.

“Come, let me show you the back,” Tim continued. “You want a fur-dye special to surprise your Dobie hunk with?”

“Heh, I don’t know what Ralph thinks of dyed fur, but I’m sure I could try it if I have time,” Marcus said.

“Oh don’t worry darling, there’s time for everything if you want it,” Tim chuckled. “Come and take a look.”

Marcus followed the leopard to a second room at the back.

This room was painted in the same maroon and there was what looked like padded massage tables set out.

“Now this looks fancy,” Marcus grinned.

“You lay here and I dye your fur so you look beautiful,” Tim explained, gesturing to one of the tables. “I find tables work better, chairs reminded everyone of the dentist. Here, try it.”

“Are you actually going to dye my fur?” Marcus laughed as he positioned himself on a table.

“Would you like me to darling?”

“What colours do you have?” Marcus asked. “Although I’d rather not have purple, the guy who took my job at New Century had purple fur.”

“Ooo, all sorts, let’s see; blonde, pink, green, blue – Sheps love blue, but for you I think a streak of green will go nicely with that gorgeous orange fur of yours,” Tim said.

“Heh, so is this a given?”

“If you want it?” Tim replied.

Marcus settled onto the table as he weighed up the idea. He wondered whether Ralph would like it or not. Then again, it was his body and fur. He had wanted to dye the fur on his head when he was younger but the fear of his mother either making negative comments or freaking out had put him off.

Screw everything, just do it.

“Sure,” he grinned. “How long does it take?”

“Hmm, the dying itself not too long, but you’ll have to lay still to let it settle in. Don’t worry darling, I have lots of things to keep you entertained.”

“Oh, such as?”

“You’ll see,” Tim said. “I locked the front door too, so we won’t be disturbed.”

Marcus glanced up to see the leopard pulling a pair of disposable rubber gloves over his paws.

“Ya know, this does make me feel like being at the dentist,” he chuckled.

“Well, in that case let me play some music to ease any nerves you have,” Tim replied. “Any requests.”

“What did we used to dance to when we went out to clubs together?” Marcus suggested.

“Oh, I know just the tune.”

Marcus cocked an ear and then a smile spread across his muzzle as the sound of Hot Stuff by Donna Summer filled the room.

“Ah yes, this takes me back,” Marcus chuckled.

“Mmmhmm, I was thinking of you when I put it on,” Tim said.

“Where you now?”

“Yup,” the leopard grinned. “Now relax and remain still, the dye will remain strong, but you have to replenish it with a spray I’ll give you to take home. If you want to remove it I’ll give you another tub of dye removal. If you feel a burning sensation tell me and I’ll stop. Some people have allergies to it.”

Marcus remained still as he felt Tim start to gently rub something into the fur between his ears.

“Well, this is certainly nicer than I thought it would be.”

“I’m glad,” Tim replied. “Keep holding still.”

Marcus closed his eyes as the leopard gently massaged his fur.

“That feels nice,” he murmured.

“Does it now darling?” Tim replied. Marcus heard the sound of Tim remove his gloves and wash his paws. “Does this remind you of anything?” Marcus felt a paw touch the outline of his sheath through his shorts. “Your Dobie is okay with this?”

Marcus wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted to say perhaps this isn’t a good idea right now, but the touch of Tim’s paw was already getting him hard.

“Um, I’m not sure,” Marcus eventually settled on as he felt Tim unbuckle his shorts. “Is this what you usually do for your clients?”

“Never,” Tim chuckled. “Just a favour for an old friend my dear.” Marcus felt the leopard wrap a paw around his shaft and a second later he let out a small moan of pleasure as Tim’s wet lips closed around his tip. He could feel the leopard start to work his way up and down. “You’re just as big as I remembered,” the leopard added.

Marcus could feel himself starting to leak pre onto Tim’s tongue and he gripped the sides of the table.

Tim was back to working his way up the shaft, and then Marcus felt the leopard pull off and a rough tongue began lapping at his balls.

“Hnng,” Marcus huffed.

“I remember you enjoyed that,” Tim chuckled before Marcus felt the leopard’s mouth close around his dick again.

Somewhere in Marcus’ mind he knew what he was doing was disloyal to Ralph. He struggled on the table, wanting to tell Tim to get off, but he couldn’t help but feel happy that his old friend was pleasuring him again.

Tim seemed to sense his discomfort and pulled away.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

“No, it’s,” Marcus panted, not knowing how to form the words.

“You’re worried the Dobie stud won’t like this?”

“Yes, something like that,” Marcus replied.

“Hmm, should I have not done that?”

“Well, I never came so it’s not too much of a deal as it could have been,” Marcus tried to reason.

“True.”

Marcus’ phone began buzzing in his pocket and he slid it out. Ralph’s number was displayed on the screen. He swiped to answer it.

“Hey stud.”

“Hey fox, my screen test is done, and I’m on my way back,” Ralph replied.

“You need to keep your head down for a minute,” Tim whispered.

“Oh,” Marcus said before lying flat.

“Who was that?” Ralph asked.

“Oh, no one,” Marcus claimed. “I decided to go out and explore.”

“Find anything nice?”

“Oh yes,” Marcus grinned. “I have a surprise to show you when you return.”

“A surprise, eh?” Ralph said, and Marcus could imagine the Doberman grinning at the other end. “I wonder what this could be.”

“You’ll see, how far away are you?”

“Just under an hour, I’m driving while using an inbuilt hands free set I got installed,” Ralph explained.

“Ah okay, see you soon stud. Drive carefully now.”

“See you soon fox.”

Ralph hung up and Marcus felt a sudden pang of guilt.

“Are you all right darling?” Tim asked. “Oh gosh, I hope I haven’t gotten you into trouble.”

“I don’t think so,” Marcus replied. “Perhaps it’s best we don’t do that again until my stud is okay with it.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Not say anything about this,” Marcus said.

“Maybe that’s for the best.”

I don’t want to hurt Ralph’s feelings, Marcus thought to himself. I can’t deny doing that with Tim was fun, but I’ll hold off, and then I’ll make sure the Doberman discovers the joy of sharing to ease that guilt.

The thought made Marcus smile. Even if he had to be a good boy for now, he would ease the Doberman into such moments and ensure he enjoyed them.

He remained still on the table until Tim gave his paw a squeeze.

“Okay, time to come off,” the leopard said as he took Marcus’ dick and stuffed it back into his briefs. “Better make sure he’s put away,” he added with a smirk.

“Heh, yeah good idea,” Marcus replied as he did his shorts back up. “I’m glad to get off this table, I was starting to feel like a corpse in a morgue.”

“Oh dear, I hope my clients don’t feel like that!” Tim exclaimed as he turned the music off.

“Well, the blowjob did make things a little nicer, even if it was quick,” Marcus chuckled as he swung his hind-paws off the table and climbed down.

“Oh my, you look fantastical!” Tim cooed.

“I forgot you loved using that word,” Marcus replied as Tim walked off to retrieve something. “Where are you going?”

“To get a mirror, as is customary when I make someone look stunning,” Tim laughed. “Here, stand still.”

Marcus watched as Tim held up the mirror and he grinned as he noticed the fur between his ears was now a shade of light green. It wasn’t too garish, nor too subdued – just the right level of outrageous that he liked.

“You’re right, it does look fantastical,” Marcus said, wagging his tail.

“I’m glad you’re pleased, oh and don’t forget this, and this. Red top removes it, black top is to replenish it,” Tim explained. Marcus took the tins as Tim looked at his phone. “I hate to dye and run, but I arranged to meet with another friend this afternoon. Remember Freddy? I’ll tell them you said hi.”

Marcus tried to remember who Freddy was.

Was he that gay white wolf who hung around with us at the pub, or the lesbian lioness who once got drunk and threw up on my shirt?

“Oh nice, do send them my love,” he settled on.

“Shall do,” Tim replied as he gestured for them to leave.

Marcus watched as Tim locked the place up before giving his friend a hug.

“I hope I can see you again before I leave for the States.”

“I hope so too darling,” Tim replied. “You take care.”

Marcus walked away with his tail wagging, but as he rounded the corner and found the street that led back to Ralph’s apartment the guilt began to set in.

I won’t mention what happened, and I’ll make sure to give Ralph a good time tonight he decided.

Ralph’s apartment building was a ten minute walk away and Marcus strode through the doors. He was sure the concierge gave him a funny look but he smiled in response as he made his way to the elevator.

He let himself into the apartment and admired the view of the city out of the floor to ceiling windows before making his way into the kitchen.

There was a large American style fridge and Marcus opened it, wondering if there was any wine or nice food to snack on as he waited.

To his mild disappointment, the shelves were mostly empty.

He reasoned that with Ralph away filming that there probably wasn’t time to stock the fridge, but still, he thought Ralph would at least have a few items in there to keep a hungry fox happy.

Marcus sat at the kitchen table and opened his laptop. He decided he would do some more work on the article before Ralph showed up, but as his paws hovered over the keys, he wondered if exploring an emotionally fraught topic was a good idea before the Doberman showed up.

Instead, he stood and began sniffing around the apartment.

As well as the open plan kitchen, living room and the bedroom, there was a small gym, a study, a home cinema room and a balcony with a roof garden and a small hot tub.

Marcus resisted the temptation to strip to his underwear and climb in. He decided to explore the study room.

Like the rest of the place, it was modern and Marcus grinned as he noticed a few award statues on a shelf. The desk had a large PC screen and a printer, but what caught Marcus’ eye was a framed photograph. It showed Ralph holding a handsome looking Elkhound in his arms and Marcus realised it must be Gunnar.

Gunnar was looking up at Ralph with a smile that looked genuinely contented. Had Marcus not known they were separated he would have thought they were a dream couple, but he was also surprised and mildly jealous that Ralph still had a photo of his ex-boyfriend on his desk. Judging by its position, the photo had taken pride of place in the middle of the desk but had recently been moved to one side; demoted, but not removed.

Marcus heard the sound of a key in the front door and he raced back to the living room just as Ralph stepped into the apartment.

“How did it go stud?” he asked.

“It went really well,” Ralph replied, showing off his polished fangs. “They more or less want me, but that depends if Power, Hope and Glory doesn’t take forever to finish in which case it’ll go to their second choice.” Ralph’s eyes then roved up to notice Marcus’ fur. “Woah, that’s punky!”

“Do you like it?” Marcus asked, striking a pose.

“Yeah, it reminds me of when I dyed mine as teenager, in a good way that is,” Ralph grinned. “Who did it?”

“Tim, the leopard from last night.”

Marcus was sure Ralph’s smile shrunk by a few fangs.

“Oh, nice,” he said, and Marcus could tell Ralph was putting on a diplomatic tone. “Well, we’d better get going. Gather your things fox, and you can tell me all about it on the drive back.”

“I will,” Marcus replied as he went to the bedroom to pack away his belongings.

He felt Ralph come up behind him, grope his butt and then a strong paw gripped his muzzle to angle his face.

“I haven’t kissed you yet,” Ralph grinned.

Marcus grinned back and closed his eyes as they began to make out.

He allowed the Doberman to slide his tongue into his mouth and felt a wave of pleasure crash through him as they kissed, but part of his mind was relieved that Ralph didn’t seem too annoyed at least.