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A rippling explosion lit up the morning sky and we knew the war was here. The tanks came first, their engines spewing black rolling smoke, and then the men with rifles marched in. Mr. Jackson, a janitor with a bad leg as the source for his constant griping, rushed a group of us into a small storage closet on the second floor of the school.

"Don't talk no matter what. Just don't talk. And don't come out." He said and closed the door behind us.

"Are they in there? They're taking some of the other students. If they find out we kept them here..." The voice of Mrs. Addison came through the door. She was always kind to me. Always smiling. Her voice sounded weary and heavy.

"Well they ain't gonna find shit here, Sheryl. Now, c'mon help me with this damn thing."

There was a grinding noise in front of the door. "This'll keep them safe, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, 'course. I made it big enough to hide it."

"What do you think will happen?"

"Those bastards outside'll get gassed and the birds'll shit on their corpses."

"I hope." She chuckled.

Then they left.

The darkness of the closet covered us. Sixteen years old was too old to be scared. Still, in the darkness I clenched my tearful eyes shut. A paw came down on my shoulder, and even though I couldn't see him, I could smell him -- the smell of cinnamon and cigarette smoke. It was Eric, an eighteen year old Gray Wolf, the star athlete at our tiny town, and he knelt down beside me.

"Don't be afraid of them. Don't show the monsters your fear." Don't show the monsters your fear. Once, when we were young, we were close friends. Everyday we played in the backyard with magic sticks to drive away the monsters in the forest. I had forgotten those days. I had forgotten to not show the monsters my fear.

I stood next to him and in the distance bullets rattled off. Eric's arm came over my thin shoulders and I leaned into him. It made me stronger knowing he was here. Screams, closer now, punctuated by the burst of gun fire. Silence. "Oh, God." Someone sobbed quietly in the tiny space. Their feet clattered towards us and I held my breath. Their footsteps stopped. The metal clank of a magazine being exchanged and tossed on the concrete floor.

"Did you check the main halls?" A voice grunted.

"Yeah. They're clean, now." The other said. "A few straggling kids won't survive the winter anyway."

"Suppose not."

There was a crackle of static. "First floor cleaned up. Picked up a few." A third voice said.

"Confirmed. Second floor as well." The first voice reported back.

Mr. Jackson never came back. We stayed there, waiting, too afraid of the monsters to leave. The hours passed and we were so hungry that our stomachs growled.

"I'll go out. See if there's any food." Eric said.

"Me, too." I said.

"No, it's too dangerous."

"We can carry back more."

"Yes," A voice, Carrie's I think, spoke near us. "It means there's less chance of them seeing you guys."

Eric paused, squeezing my shoulder. "Fine, just stay close." He crossed over to the door and pressed his shoulder against it. I followed him, doing the same. "One, two, three." We pushed and the door opened until a crack allowed us to look out.

"I think we're okay."

"Right." I said and we kept pushing until we could slip out, shutting the door and sliding the bookshelf back over it.

The halls were empty. Black marks scuffed the white-tiled floor not more than a few feet away, next to a discarded magazine. Eric touched my shoulder, showed me a fist: "Stop", a finger pointed in a direction: "Heading this way," and held up a finger.

"Number of people, right? I've seen action movies, too."

"You always were a smart one. That's how I know we'll make it. We'll all make it." I think he really believed it, too.

We stepped along the halls and down a pair of stairs, not daring to look into the classrooms, and we made it to the cafeteria. Mrs. Addison was in there every morning to help the slower kids. Eric put his hand on my chest as he peered in. "No," he said, "Just stay. I don't want you to see this."

"Is it Mrs. Addison?"

Eric put his hand on the side of my face. "No, it's nobody. Just stay out here, okay?"

I nodded. I was grateful I didn't have to go in there.

Fresh red splatterings on his shirt, he emerged holding boxes and handing me a kitchen knife, another one tucked in the front pocket of his jeans. "It's okay. See, we'll survive." He said, handing me the boxes. We crept back along the halls and it seemed like what he said was true. We were going to make it and I wanted to believe him.

He threw up a fist. Then two fingers, motioning me to go backwards.

"Here?" It was the first man from before. His voice was low and guttural. "You sure there was one here."

"Yes. There was, Mr. Policeman."

Oh, god. It was Alex. He was with my class until first grade, a slow, shy boy with fat blonde curls. I don't think he understood what he was doing! The bookshelf came down with a thunderous crash, books sliding across the white tiles.

"Get out. Get the fuck out now." The man shouted. Screams and then he just started firing. The bullets pinged the concrete of the room. Eric looked at me. I looked at him and I could see the muzzle fire over his shoulder. He pulled out his knife and I did the same.

"Hey, get back here you fucker." Alex ran past two classrooms, darting into the third. Gentle footfalls tapped the concrete after him.

"C'mon, kid." The man groaned. "Just make it easy. It'll be real quick, promise ya."

That bastard. Eric stood and stalked towards the man, his back to us and I leaned around the corner to watch. He got behind the man as he was raising his gun, readying to shoot. The blade bit wetly into his lower back as Eric held his neck. The muzzle of the gun jerked back and forth in the air, firing wildly, and I heard Alex scream and keep screaming. Eric stabbed the man a second and third time until the gun fell from his lifeless hands, clattering on the ground.

The man crumpled and Eric picked up his rifle and shut the door behind himself.

"Eric..." I said.

"Just grab the boxes." He motioned to me and to the boxes, oblivious to Alex's screams; they were heavier and wetter now, more like sobs.

"But--?"

"Grab the fucking boxes!"

I gathered them up and followed behind him, glancing back until the classroom disappeared around the corner; the hallway was silent now.

***

The sun was just touching the horizon by the time we made it to the old cabin in the woods. It had belonged to Eric's grandfather and it was where we fought the monsters and where we did other things. The thing that ended our friendship, for one. I wanted to know why we were here, but he hadn't spoke the whole journey, the rifle hanging by a strap on his shoulder, marching forward, always on alert.

He shook the handle of the front door and checked every window before busting one of the four panes on the backdoor. You wouldn't see it from the path, he told me. Both of us went in. When the bank took it from his family it must've sat vacant because everything had a thin layer of dust. There were three rooms: the kitchen where we stood, the side with a bedroom and the main living room with a large hearth.

"I don't think help will be coming anytime soon." He said, dropping a backpack of stuff we collected from an abandoned convenience store. From it, he pulled a roll of duct tape. "We'll have to clean this place up. Hopefully, the bank didn't find grandpa's service rifle under the floorboards."

"That he hid there. From you."

He started patching the window. "Yeah," he smiled then it faded. "Hard to believe it's all gone."

"You don't know that. Your Dad's probably alive and my family probably is."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

The defeat dripped from his words, but I didn't know what to say to make him forget what happened. "I wouldn't have survived without you." It was dumb to say, but I meant it. I would've been one of those bodies crumpled on the floor in a bloody pile. Dead, right away, if I was lucky, or maybe I would be gasping for air. I'm sure some survived for a moment after.

He smiled, "I'd do anything to protect my King."

"Sir Knight, you have done me a great service!" I spoke with a booming, regal voice as I motioned to the cabin. "My vast kingdom would have been destroyed, if not for your gallantry. For that, you are now my Knight-Commander!"

Laughing, he turned away from me, his lighter clicking a few times, and then he puffed on the cigarette. "Your majesty, I suppose you will reward me with a feast while I go out and guard our path?"

"Most certainly!"

He strolled out the front door onto porch. I could see him through the window, sitting in a chair with the bayoneted rifle, pointing up, next to him. That display reminded me of our childhood, back when we played, and as I prepared the 'feast' I smiled. I don't think the good feeling about us being back here could ever outweigh what we'd seen, but it made it all seem so distant. Like we were actually kids, again, and the only war was between us and the monsters.

***

A wet sob, I heard it under the thick blanket. It sounded so much like Alex that my heart sunk in my chest and I sat up. From the bedroom window I could see the moon high up in the sky. It must've been late.

I slipped out from under the covers, my blue boxers sticking to my thighs, and I slid on my cold jeans. Peeking out into the cabin, the embers of a dying fire cast an orange glow across the room. He wasn't in the couch where I left him and I started to worry until I saw the glow of a cigarette on the porch. Just in his jeans, he was sitting on the steps, his ears up, eyes on towards the path. I smiled. The ever vigilant guard-dog.

He jumped when I stepped out on the porch, placing his hand next to the rifle as he looked back. I could see the wetness matting the fur around his eyes and he turned away. I sat down on the cold wood, next to him. "Eric..." My hand rested on his shoulder, ruffling through his warm fur. "Today was horrible and what you did for me, protecting me..."

"Don't tell me it's okay to cry. 'Cause it's not."

The shoulder touching had worked on me, but I guess he needed more. I leaned against him, placing my head right on his shoulder. His big arm slid behind me and his head leaned down on mine. My skin tingled at the contact of fur and flesh.

"I saw a lot today." He offered me the gas station vodka with a few cubes of ice in it. No wonder he was so warm. I swiped it from his hand and put the liquid to my lips. The cold fluid rushing between my lips and straight down my throat. It didn't really start to burn after I gulped it down.

"Me, too."

"You might want to ease up on that. We didn't really have much to eat."

"Yeah?" I gulped down another shot-worth.

"Do you even drink that often?" He stole the bottle back. "If you end up needing to puke, I'm not helping you."

Reaching over, I tapped his black nose. "I feel like you're going to tell me something sad. People drink to not feel sad."

"I was, but not if you're going to go crazy with alcohol."

I placed my hand on his chest, right in the thick trail of fur that ran down between his abs. "I already did, so share it." His chest fur was really warm and I could feel the dull thud of his heart.

"I grew up with stories about war. Granddad used to tell me about bravery and heroics. Today I thought I could make my own story. Then it all went to shit."

"You saved me and we're both here."

He held me a little tighter. "I saw so much that I want to never remember. I saw Alex die. He was screaming and the bullet threw him backwards on the ground, I just thought he dived down. Then I saw the blood, gallons of it on the floor, and he was clutching his chest still screaming. His eyes were just so wide and so afraid. I closed the door because it scared me."

"Everyone was scared. They weren't suppose to make it this far." My lips felt a little weird. A little numb, a little cold.

"I was scared because I failed to protect Alex. What if I couldn't protect you and you died? I couldn't live with myself."

"I'm alive and we survived. They cleared our town and they've left. We're safe."

We sat there for a few moments in silence.

"Do- do you trust me?" He turned towards me, pulling away the warm shoulder I rested on.

"Of, course."

He reached over, touching my face, his black pawpad caressing one of my red cheeks. He was leaning towards me.

My mouth dropped open. Was he going to do it? I mean, when we were teens just figuring out how things worked that was fine. Kids did stuff like that. But, now? His maw opened, my eyes widened then shut.

His lips burned like fire, the spit coating my lips. I couldn't taste the ash like I had always imagined, maybe because it was mostly vodka at this point. I felt this raw passion ignite in me. He broke the kiss. My lips charged in pursuit, pressing against his.

The warm sensation of the pawpad left my face and he yanked me closer. He slipped the paw underneath my shirt and let the pads slide over my tan flesh. The kiss broke, but his lips lingered near mine.

"Wow," he said. "You're drunk."

This needed to stop; we weren't even the same species. I put my hand on his chest. "Now will you go in and sleep?"

"Don't dodge this. I was an idiot," he reached up grasping my hand. "That year I kissed you. I was an idiot and ran away with my tail between my legs. I thought that I could always go back to you when I was ready, then all this happened. You could have died." He whined.

"Eric, I-"

"I know its weird what I'm asking you. If you say yes, you'll have me for as long as I live. Please, just tell me you feel this way."

Oh, god. Did I want this? Time was ticking down. What if people came back and found out? We'd have nothing, no family, nothing. His ears started lowering. "I-" They perked back up. I needed to stop being so god damn indecisive. I needed to say "I do."

"Tomorrow we'll make a run to that porn shop at the edge of town. Then go from there."

"That's not a good ending for a hero." I said touching his thigh. "Stand up and lean back against the rails."

"The good guy gets the other good guy, what a twist." He stood and did what I asked, placing his hands against the railing of the porch and spreading his legs out. Scooting between them, I found his musky scent intoxicating and reached up to his belt. My chest was so tight I could barely breathe. The cold metal touched my fingers as I unbuckled him, then the copper button of his blue jeans. Now, a pair of tight red boxers covered his sheathe; he was already half hard.

I tugged back the black strap around his waist down enough to reveal his balls, but I kept his pants on. It made the whole situation so much hotter. The tuft of fur around his cock reeked of his musk. I leaned into it, sniffing and burying my nose between his thighs.

"Oh god," he gasped putting a paw on my head.

"Let me know what feels good, okay?" I whispered into his crotch, letting the air swirl over his gray balls.

"Don't tease."

One hand traced around the sheathe in front of me; my other running along the fur of his inner thighs. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, sure you-- oh-shit." He huffed as I took his head into my mouth. "That feels fucking great."

It tasted great, too. It was throbbing and dripping a little wolf seed already, giving the first taste of his load. I had tasted my own and knew his was a little saltier than I was used to. I rhythmically sucked his cock, feeling it grow between my lips, filling out with each pump of his heart.

"My balls feel a bit cold..."

I cupped them, licking each one and taking a mouthful of wolf musk. Sharp and strong like I expected. I pulled on them lightly like I was jerking them, and that got a rise out of him. He dug his claws into the edge of the railing. I went back to his cock bobbing on it like a female in heat. That seemed to draw a low, pleasured growl from him. It rumbled up in his chest and out his throat.

"I'm doing good, right?"

"Yeah, real good," he purred. "You mind if I, uh, shoot in your mouth?"

"Already?"

"No." His eight inches jerked and a ball of clear pre welled up at the tip. "Okay, I'm a little close."

I started on him, again. Grasping his sack and tugging on it as my tongue played with his cock, licking and swirling. He rewarded me with a shot of precum and I gulped it down, the salty taste better than any vodka. Another rewarding shot, right into the back of my throat.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum, Tom." He grunted.

I grasped around his shaft, jerking him as I focused on his head and rolled my lips around his fat dog dick. His knot was throbbing in front of me ready to shoot all I had to do is squeeze around it. My hand slid down his shaft, over his knot, and I squeezed behind it as hard as I could.

Eric pushed me down his shaft until I was pressing my lips against his knot and he shot into my throat. "Oh fuck." He huffed over me, eyes gazing down with a lust-filled haze over them. Looking to them, I swallowed what little cum was left in my mouth and rolled my lips down his shaft as I pulled off, leaving him glistening in my spit.

"I suppose I have to return the favor?" He said, zipping and buttoning his pants.

"By coming to bed with me, blowing me, and sleeping next to me," I grabbed his paw and he helped me up. Our hands stayed together, warm palm to black paw. He grabbed the gun as we went inside and laid it at the foot of the bed as we entered the bedroom.

I could feel the warmth of his paw lingering on my hand as we both stripped. By now, the alcohol had hit me and I was stumbling around, finally falling into the bed naked. I rolled on my back to see the Eric standing over me, right in front of my legs. "I'm really drunk now."

"And kinda cute." He grabbed my legs and tugged me around on the bed so my legs were facing the foot of the bed. He crawled in from there, his eyes held a hungry glimmer. A wolf could be frightening when he approached like that.

His paws reached down, both sliding along my thighs, squeezing them. At the knees, he tossed one leg to the side, then the other. Laying down across the bed, his muscular arms propped himself up and over my cock. He licked me, getting use to the taste like I had, and lapped my head. My hands balled the sheets as they squeezed into fists.

He started lower, licking my taint and making my body twitch in ecstasy. Up his tongue went, exploring under my balls leaving a wet trail, and finally he took my sack. His tongue flicking around it and his canines carefully avoid grazing them.

My cock shot up and he looked at it. Grasping the base and running it along the fur of his muzzle, he lifted his lips up to the tip of my cock.

"Oh, Eric!" I moaned; a heat, a wet, wonderful heat enveloped me and my whole body clenched with pleasure.

"Like that?" He blew on the wet tip. "I've thought about sucking your cock a few times."

He held my balls in one paw and I watched his ears bob up and down. My whole body felt hot from alcohol and lust and I could still taste him, his cum lingering and sticking to the sides of my mouth. I could't wait to give him my load, to watch him swallow it like I did.

I didn't fight it as my orgasm crept up on me. My head dropped back into the pillow and I panted. His pink tongue cradled my length and he slowed to a teasing pace, building me up, pushing me closer.

"Eric!"

My toes curled, my fingers tightened into a fists, and my taint clench. So many sensations rushed through my mind that I found myself unable to focus on any one of them. I rode them out, the waves of pleasure coming from every movement of his maw. It slowly faded and my eyes opened to find Eric above me. I watched his throat shifting as he swallowed my seed then we kissed as we rolled on our sides.

"This was the best, worst thing that could have happened," he whispered, nuzzling me.

"Yeah, it was."

"Tomorrow. We'll get stuff and come back here. Then, I'll do what I should've done after our kiss... make you mine."

Curled up next to him, I listened to his breathing. For the first time in a long time it felt safe and I drifted off into dreams about us together.