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Rules of Engagement

Chapter Two

By Roofles

After what happened the other night, most people would think Charles wouldn't want to invite the dog over. Or pretend they weren't as chummy as one dude jizzing into the other dudes mouth. However, when Togo ended up knocking at the door. He got a big hug from the man and was brought inside.

Togo had been so nervous about this his palms were sweating. He had honestly planned on not coming over and was so relieved to see the man didn't hold any grudge against him. In fact that was one of the warmest welcomes he had gotten in some time. His roomie had tagged along as the husky was not about to show up here alone again.

The scottish terrier was nearly a foot shorter than the husky and had a very impressive beard of fur draping down his face. The dark gray terrier eyebrows were so thick it hid his beading black eyes from view.

Another dog, an old friend of Togo's, came along as well. The beagle was as short as the terrier but made up for it with his over eager, robust attitude and went around greeting everyone the second he had gotten inside. Much to the disdain of the others.

“Who invited the dogs?” One of the other guys ended up asking as Togo and Charles came into the room.

“Everyone, this is Togo. A good friend. These are,” Charles just introduced everyone stopping at each canine so they could tell who they were. Oddly, not Togo as if Charles had a reason to introduce him and not the other two; even if he didn't know their name.

“Sebastian.” The Irish terrier said, the only thing he'd say for the rest of the night.

“Buddy!” The beagle said happily, wagging his tail and panting open maw much to the disgust of the other three guys. Al could care less, Charles having invited him as a means of connecting the two groups through him and Togo.

Buddy, Sebastian and Togo sat on one side of the room with their own bowl of chips and drinks. Al, Martin and Branden sat on the other. Charles ended up sitting in the middle, trying his best to be a good host between the two.

Al had brought a keg of cider and was pouring drinks for everyone out on the patio, leaving Branden and Martin to grumble about the company. Charles didn't have many close friends in town and had only agreed to invite the two at Marcy's request, wanting him to get on good terms with her coworkers. She had figured they'd get along great.

“We got nachos. Bean dip. Chips. Salsas. Sour cream.” Charles counted everything off as if checking them off from a mental list.

“What's with all the Mexican food?” Branden piped up, clearly having an issue with it. “I thought we'd be having burgers. Fries.” And he didn't need to say “American food.” But he did.

“We got red, white and blue napkins.” Charles said, still trying to keep the peace. He knew Branden by name and reputation alone. He didn't think there would be an issue inviting them.

Branden just gave him a look that clearly said how little he enjoyed the joke.

“I'll pull out some hamburger from the fridge and make up some patties. We still got time.” Charles just put on his game face as he dealt with the request. “We got fries too I'll toss in the oven.” Branden seemed to settle down and Martin brightened up as a few cups of cider were brought in red plastic cups.

Togo wagged his curly, fluffy tail as he got up to help. “Need a hand with anything?”

“Sure.” Charles just smiled in thanks for the help. Branden's face nearly went white at the thought of his food being touched by a dog. “We got gloves over in the closet if you want to grab some.” And the other two men seemed to settle down a bit, not speaking up as they continued to grumble uncomfortably.

Buddy was more than happy to break the ice by talking. And talking. And he didn't stop talking as Togo and Charles headed into the kitchen to make up some patties.

The hamburger had already been defrosted and Togo got it out of the package as Charles got some paprika from the cupboard, Worcester sauce from the fridge and ketchup and other condiments for the buns they'd toast up. He got out some colby jack cheese and fresh lettuce and tomatoes for toppings. If he was going to make a hamburger, he was going to do it right.

Bacon soon followed.

“Sorry about them.” Charles finally spoke up about it. “I didn't realize they would be...”

“Fuckin' douchebags?” Togo offered with a shrug.

“Yeah.” Charles chuckled a bit. “The ball an' chain invited them.”

Togo nodded and placed a hand on Charles shoulder. “I know you wouldn't have invited them if you knew they'd be like this.” And the black and white husky smiled at him, warming Charles heart. He was glad Togo hadn't taken offense by it.

“After what we did the other day.” Togo just blatantly said making Charles's face turn almost as bright red as the tomatoes in hand. “I know. You'd never do such a thing.” And the husky licked his cheek before going back to work.

Togo half did that for the hell of it, just to get that reaction from the man. He enjoyed it immensely and had a soft smile tugging up a cheek for the rest of the prep.

“Al,” Charles said bringing out a metal tray with wax paper on the bottom of it and between each row of patties. “Got some burgers for you.”

Al spat to the side, standing in the back door. “'Bout time.” He just grunted, taking the burgers and headed towards the grill. Charles didn't ask why the man was wearing the apron he had gotten from their last anniversary, with the grill.

“Mind?” Charles asked, reaching for the plate of nachos. Branden didn't offer a hand but Buddy, the beagle, was more than happy too. And soon was talking up a storm, a one sided storm, with Charles as the two headed back into the kitchen.

“So… how you know the happy couple?” Martin asked Togo, as the husky took a seat once more.

“I'm their gardener.” Togo just shrugged a shoulder offhandedly. Branden snorted at that.

“Figures.” The man just said.

“What's that suppose to mean?” Togo shot back, glaring at the man and keeping his jowls in check. A low growl was rumbling from the husky's chest. He was trying to keep his cool because it was Charles's house but when push came to shove.

“Well your kind was just made for the outdoor work.” Branden just shrugged, shaking his head as if it was obvious. In fact, the man might've even thought he was giving the canine a compliment. Not even catching how offensive it sounded. “Physical work is honest work. Keeps you in check.”

“In check of what, exactly.” Togo dared to ask. The husky was wearing an open shirt and his hackles were rising a bit, his white chest fur was puffing up.

“Well so you don't get too big for your britches.” Branden just stated as if telling him that's where he belonged. “So good at your work in fact,” the man just went on sitting up a bit. “You're taking good, honest jobs from hard working, legal citizens.” And from there the man looked him over as if trying to see if he was even born in the States.

“Sorry.” Togo cheek twitched, flashing fangs. “I only work as a landscaper to put myself through school. With my masters in computer science.” The husky flashed him a grin.

Branden snorted. “What's a dog going to do with that?” The man clearly didn't see the tell tale signs of an angry canine. Togo's tail wasn't moving, his fur was standing up and he was baring teeth.

Just in time for Charles to walk in with Buddy. The beagle stopped talking and fell silent, folding his ears back and tail between his legs as he looked at the two; secretly hoping Togo would kick the man's ass. Charles on the other hand jumped over the couch and nearly landed on the husky as he patting both their legs, laughing.

“What's going on here guys?” He asked louder than need be. Al even looked in to see what the fuss was about.

Branden recoiled at the touch from another man as if Charles hand was burning hot. Togo didn't even seem to notice as he glared at the human sitting beside his friend.

“Game's startin'.” Al pointed out, his voice almost booming in the dead silence that had fallen.

“Good. Can see these Panthers kick these Broncos asses.” Branden muttered aloud, taking a drank. Charles nearly face palmed at his misfortune. Of course this guy was rooting for the other team.

No physical fight started, yet. Instead Togo and Branden began cheering, extremely loudly, for their respectable teams. Rubbing it into the others face after the ball was fumbled. During each touch down, Togo practically jumping up onto the couch during that one play (you know the one) and ripping his shirt off and twirling it over head as he shouted in victory.

“In your face!” Togo pointed at the man, on the other side of Charles, and grinned widely. Branden was clearly about to lose it.

“Fifty bucks!” Branden ended up shouting, standing up. The husky's ears jumped up at that, quirking an eyebrow. “Fifty bucks the Panthers win!”

Togo's grin only widen as he stepped off the couch. “Make it a hundred.”

“Deal.”

And the two shook hands. To Charles it looked like they were arm wrestling each other, trying to break the others wrists. He wasn't sure if he was glad or not that Togo seemed to be winning. If Togo broke his wrist, he was sure Branden would end up telling Marcy and Charles would never hear the end of it.

“Burgers have arrived!” Al booming voice filled the room as he pushed the sliding door open with a leg. The large, hulking man headed into the living room with a plate filled with fresh hamburgers with cheese and bacon. Al was a big guy with hairy arms and a hairy chest. And would've defiantly been a bear if he were an Anthro.

Charles wondered, then, what animal he would be. A common question in this day and age, a fun game to think about what with living breathing animal-men walking around.

Togo, Buddy and Sebastian headed out onto the patio to dish up their plates.

“No onions.” Togo said to Charles, rubbing his gut. “They don't sit well for us dogs.”

“Canines.” Charles ended up correctly, then he flushed, chuckling in embarrassment.

“Cute.” Togo only smiled at him, ruffling his hair a bit before going back.

“If I were an animal, what would I be?” Charles ended up asking Togo, who was the best at knowing.

The husky stopped and looked him over. “Blue Heeler, without a doubt.” Togo just nodded going back to grabbing a handful of fries.

“Just like that?” Charles laughed. “Why?”

“If there was ever a fall out. I'd want to have you with me.” Togo gave him a wink and a nudge, the two talking about it.

“How can he stand being around them?” Branden just went off. “They deserve to be left outside.” He tore into his hamburger with a vengeance.

“You got the hundred?” Al only asked, offering a hand. “I'll collect it from Togo too. Hold onto it. Winner gets the pot.”

“Fuck no, I don't got the hundred on me.” Branden only laughed, spitting food as he spoke. He rested an arm on one leg and leaned closer. “That mutt better pay up when I win though. So help me god, I'll beat him like we used to do in the good old days.”

Al only frowned. “What if the Broncos win?” The man asked.

“Fuck, no way the fuckin' Broncos are going to win!” Branden just snorted, shaking his head. “And if by some miracle they do. What's he going to do about it?” Branden laughed.

“Fuckin' super bowl, Broncos are going to kick their asses back to Carolina.” Charles said outside with the door shut. “Was suppose to be a great time. Now this.” The man sighed.

“Beers good.” Togo offered with a wink.

“That's Cider.” Charles looked at him. The husky only grinned back.

“Still good!”

“Come on, let's finish the game. It's not even Third quarter yet.”

Things escalated quickly now that everyone had something to drink and full bellies. Togo was up on his feet, arms in the air as the still shirtless dog howled at another touchdown. Togo even did a little victory dance after, right in front of Charles face. The man tried to ignore the fact the husky was thrusting his junk at him.

The game ended and the canine side, as it was later on dubbed, cheered in victory. Charles hugged Togo, who he was sure had grabbed his butt and jumped up in down. Some of the fries had been tossed into the air and they all did a horribly bad victory dance.

“It was a close game.” Togo said after the initial rush had passed. The husky was trying his best to be a gracious winner but was still on top of the world as he offered a hand to the other man. “Let's just go with the original deal, 50 bucks. No hard feelings.”

Branden slapped his hand away though. “None what so ever.” And the man grabbed his coat, heading for the door. “I only stuck around in this place because of the game. It reeks of animal in here.” He spat the words, clearly pissed at losing the bet.

“Hey.” Charles finally stepped in, now that the game was over and done with. “The fuck is your problem. You guys had a bet. Unless your a welsher.” Charles hated using the term but he that wasn't the issue at the moment.

“Look.” Branden started but Charles had enough.

“No you fucking look. I invite you into MY house, my home. And your just a fuckin' cock sucker, dick hole whose too cheap to even keep a bet. Over the super bowl no less. What? Don't got the money? Or don't got the balls to keep up with your side, huh?”

Charles had gotten up into his face now and never saw the cheap shot coming. He was knocked flat on his ass with a bruised lip the next second.

“Don't need to take this shit from a fucking fur faggot.” Branden just told him, using the most common slur for those who ended up standing for their side during the last civil war.

Brande on the other hand soon found himself knocked outside, face first. It hadn't been Togo who had done the deed, but Al who stepped in the second Charles did.

The man cursed outside as the door was slammed shut on his face.

“Shit, you ok.” The husky ended up asking , helping Charles out.

“Just a cheap shot.” Charles rubbed his bruised lip. The corner had been cut and it stung. “It's only a flesh wound.” He chuckled as he got a hand up.

“Dork.” Togo just shook his head.

“Ya' ok?” Al asked before the man stopped in mid turn. They heard a car peel out from the driveway and smack right into another. Al hadn't looked mad before. Now he was. He was enraged as his tiny compact had just gotten the front smashed in by the bigot.

Al was out the door, phone in hand and was already talking to his lawyer as he ran over to his baby, his car.

“Ouch.” Charles winced as Togo inspected the bruise.

“Wounds are all the rage.” The husky teased, taking his hand. “Come on, I'll clean you up.” Togo had a strong grip, showing the years of work the husky had done to make a living. Each finger had a pink paw on it that was slightly coarse to the touch; the one thing Charles thought was just how warm his hands were.

“You don't know where the bathroom is.” Charles protested as he was dragged along, face blushing brightly as another male led the way.

“That's half the fun, silly.” Togo just stuck that far too long tongue out. It was pleasantly wide as well. It was bright pink like his paws and had a splotched black mark on the side as if the husky had just tasted ink.

We headed up stairs and in the bathroom straight ahead. Charles tried to protest again but ended up lifted up onto the counter so the two could see eye to eye. Togo inspected his lip, giving a loud “hm” as if deep in thought.

“Prognosis? Be dead within a week.” Dr. Togo nodded several times and then chuckled as Charles gave him a good punch. The man tried not to focus on just how close the dog was standing or how Togo had wormed his large body in between his legs.

The black and white husky reached over to grab a cotton swab from a dispenser and dabbed it on his lip.

“Going to be a nasty bruise.” Togo just said softly, not looking at him in the eye and focusing on his work. Charles just stared over one of the husky's shoulders, trying not to focus on the husky helping him. There was one thing to get a sports injury and get another teammate to help out. Another thing for one to be tenderly caring for such a minor thing.

“It's not bad.” Charles just said, once more trying not to stare. The husky's eyes were two different colors, a brilliant sky blue and a muddy brown as if they connected heaven and earth. It was hard not to stare. “Just stings a bit.”

Togo nodded sagely as if all too familiar with bruised lips. The husky tossed the cotton ball to the side before moving back to where he was, leaning in closer and giving just the corner of his lip a lick.

“H-hey!” Charles said after, waiting longer than he should have. “What was that for?”

“Saliva is good for cuts and bruises.” Togo just replied softly as he had before, speaking as they were the only two here. “Did you mind?”

“Just… wasn't expecting that.” Charles only replied, his own voice dropping down to his level. “Did you… mind?” Charles ended up asking.

“Only when I stopped.” Togo replied moving back in.

Charles could feel those strong hands rubbing up his thighs slowly, over them and then along his sides. The man shivered at the gentle touch. The caress the husky gave him, as he looked into his eyes. Togo leaned closer, if only a half inch, waiting for the man to meet him. Charles did and the two kissed for the very first time.

Togo was gentle, warm and passionate. The bathroom soon heated up as the husky tilted his head, holding the other side of the man's face and opening his own. Togo didn't wait, didn't want the man to stop and so the far more experience husky didn't tip toe along. The canine clearly knew what he wanted and he was getting it.

Before Charles brain to catch up, Togo slid one hand under his shirt and up to his chest. Just to push against it, lean the man back against the wall as the husky tongue darted into his mouth. Charles tasted him, their tongues met and clashed. Dancing and fighting for dominance before, once more, this man so easily gave in, gave himself to the husky.

Togo was breathing hotly. The eagerness he had was welling up in his chest, and pants. The husky had to wait a whole day before he could take advantage of this, clearly suppressed, man. He loved the thrill of it. The excitement of wondering how far he'd go. If he was willing or if he'd call it off. If someone caught them in the middle of something.

The husky's claws raked at his chest, the dull nails trailing down it and making the man squirm in his grip. Togo had such control with so little effort, it sent his fur on end. His tail was up high, proud and dominate as the husky pulled one of his legs up a bit to get his own knee on the counter. Togo leveraged the man, having Charles wrap his legs around him before the husky treated his wound by picking him up and holding him himself.

Togo clawed at his back, through his shirt, and ended up humping up against the man as Charles slipped down his waist. The man “yipped” at the motion and Togo stopped at that.

The husky was breathing heavily over Charles face as he looked at him, Togo had an almost drunken grin plastered on his muzzle.

“The others are probably wondering where we are.” Charles started up. Togo didn't really care what the fuck they thought but he did set the man down, letting him cool off. And once he did, the husky leaned over to slurp up the side of his face.

“You taste good, boy.” Togo half teased as he nosed his ear. Charles swatted him away like an annoying fly, blushing some more.

“We can't just do this whenever.” Charles said as if being reasonable about what they were actually doing.

“True.” Togo said. The dog rested one arm against the door, slamming it shut once more as Charles tried to open it. “So tell me then,” the husky smirked at him. “When is the time?”

“Togo.” Charles started but the husky didn't like the be teased, to be just played with like this. Or maybe he did? And that was why Togo cornered him in the bathroom, trailing a finger down his chest. The chase was half the fun.

“Did she even touch you last night?” Togo asked. He knew he was the serpent, the temptress and in this case the mistress of sin; luring the poor boy down a path full of ball sniffing, crotch licking, knot tying fun.

Charles couldn't meet the dog's eye. Togo knew as much as Charles did that his soon to be wife hadn't had the time for the man. He was neglected, forgotten and pushed to the sidelines for his own wedding!

“It's just been rough… is all.” Charles tried to defend, trying to stand up for it all.

“It's been hard, hasn't it?” Togo asked sweetly with a forked tongue.

“It has.” Charles just nodded.

Togo closed the distance, touching the man's hand and bringing it all the way down to place on the husky's crotch. Togo was already tenting, the bulge was well defined through his shorts and Charles groped it without encouragement. “I'll make you feel so good.” Togo breathed sinfully in his ear. “Unzip me.” The husky panted now.

“Togo, this is just...” Charles muttered a bit, looking away blushing. His body wanted it. Craved it. The touch of the husky, the feel, the very smell and taste of him was like a drug. A drug he craved and wanted but his mind kept telling him it wasn't right, he shouldn't. It was another male, what would his family think.

Togo nodded at that. If the man said no, the husky would stop. The game would end. All Togo had to do was make sure the man never said no. So the husky did something he hadn't done in a long time; Togo got on his knees.

The black and white husky wasn't about to beg or whine or be his bitch. Togo could smell his arousal though and this was just the easiest way to let the man know just how good the canine could be for him. He rubbed over one thigh, holding it tightly for support and shoved the man against the door. It shook from the force. Togo's other hand slowly traced the outline of Charles's fat bulge in his pants, and the husky murred deeply.

It had been a while since he played with someone that could (almost) match his size. Charles could only take a sharp breath as he felt that warm, moist hot breath wash over his exposed groin. Togo wasn't wasting time as he zipped him down, pulling the briefs down with it. The chubby length drooped out, spilling over the husky's muzzle as Togo pushed his snout right against his fuzzy balls and sniffed at him.

Togo coaxed Charles's legs open, moving his full snout between them. It didn't take much coaxing, in fact it took none at all for the man just to give his man flesh to the husky; giving him a bone to play with and a few balls to go along.

The husky's wide, tongue rolled out of his mouth like a drooling red carpet. Togo slurped deep underneath his sack, rolling the whole thing into his muzzle as he growled playfully, giving it a soft tug and making the man noticeably move with it. Togo grip tightened on his ass as he licked over each one to the point they were dripping with drool by the time the husky let go.

Charles was breathing heavily, looking towards the ceiling, holding onto a towel rack for support as the husky just teased his tip. Working at him until the man could only hold his breath to keep from crying out as his whole length vanished into the husky's muzzle. Never once in his life had Charles ever received such a blow job before. The husky could take every inch of him with ease, pushing that cold bumpy nose against his curly pubes as Togo nursed him from the core of his being. Every suckle, every time that tongue slapped against him, Charles reacted. Grunting, moving, gasping and doing everything he could to keep as quiet as possible as Togo blew his brains out.

Togo wagged his tail, looking up at the man and loving every reaction that passed over his face. For a human, Charles was very expressive. Togo could read everything that passed over it. From pleasure to more pleasure to explosive pleasure; that last one, Togo could taste the man's dismal amount of pre on the back of his tongue. Dismal compared to the husky that is. For a human, he wasn't half bad.

Togo always thought of his own release as diluted, more of a lubricant. Quantity instead of quality. That and the fact the husky just didn't care to taste himself; sure he could give himself his own bj but where was the fun in that when there was this man who was more than happy too. With some convincing.

Now Charles wasn't one to boast but Togo tongue was electrified as another drooling spurt landed on his tongue. It sent a shiver down the husky's spine and all the way to the tip of his tail. It was far better the second time around apparently. The dog lapped at him, pulling all the way off to just tease and slap his tongue over the man's flared head.

Togo wondered how many licks would it take to get to this man's creamy center.

Oh, it'd be easy to get a release from him. Charles was wound tighter than Togo's tail hole! The black and white fur husky knew all too well how easy it'd be too finish things up. A little tug here, a pull there, a good couple of pumps and Charles would be spraying him with his glory, all over Togo's face.

The husky just grinned wickedly to himself as he took his time, teasing the man. Togo's mind could be so dirty and he loved it, it got him going. Got him off. And he loved sharing that bliss with his partner as he moved one hand back to the man's balls to roll around. He kept his other hand firmly on the man's thigh as if instructing him not to move, not giving him a chance to hump his heads and Togo knew just how desperately the man was wanting too.

Togo wasn't about to be face fucked. The dog had standards after all. He'd face fuck this guy by tomorrow afternoon for sure. That was something he could put off.

The husky had undone his pants and was standing to attention; his rock hard length glistening with pre as it drizzled down the tip and coated it's underbelly. Togo teased himself, grinning like a sap as he let his wild imagination run wild as he sucked on Charles fat dick, playing with his own.

He could tie the man up, spank his sweet ass. Togo would put a ball gag on him so he couldn't cry out.

Or maybe he'd just tie him up to his bed for late night fun time.

Then again it'd be easy enough, Togo figured, to get Charles to be in this very position right now. And instead of letting the man drink his sweet, salty release down; Togo could coat him in a fine shade of Husky white. The canine could easily do that, maybe around the bathroom so others would know what took place here. Let others know that this man and this canine were in fact fuck buddies.

That thought made both the huskies ears stand up. That and the fact Charles couldn't hold back any longer and the husky soon found the man's load dumping right onto his red carpet. Togo drank him down, gulping several times as he closed his eyes and really sucked on him instead of teasing. No point in teasing when it was already at the finish line. Togo wrapped a hand around the base of his length and gave him several helpful pumps to get every drop out.

The husky ended up holding back himself as he stood up, pressing his dripping dick against Charles stomach as he slapped both hands on either side of the man's face, against the door. It shook loudly as Togo began to make out with him again. Letting that high of his release wash over him before joining in, using it to help the man to lighten up and really get into it.

The two held each other, groping and grinding and rubbing on one another as they made loud wet kisses in the upstairs bathroom.

“What about you?” Charles dared to ask. The man was flushed in the face and wasn't only panting but sweating from it all. Togo could smell the man's release still in the air as the two headed down the stairs. The husky didn't care, he knew his two buddies already knew about what they had done. Seeing as how the husky had ended up just telling them the second he left the house.

What concerned the husky was how much he was beginning to care for the man. The fact he wanted to mark him, telling the world of their relationship was something Togo hadn't even thought about. Once he was in the moment, it was hard to focus and his mind just went around doing what what it wanted.

Togo played it cool, winking at Buddy the beagle who was grinning uncontrollable. The irish terrier didn't seem to notice or if he did, he clearly didn't care as he picked at the remains of the food.

“You ok?” Martin had stuck around. That surprised Charles and the two chatted briefly about it.

“No worries.” Charles just finished with. The two exchanged numbers and ended up just going their separate ways. Charles was still surprised the man had stayed around as long as he did, as well as the fact he apologized for his colleagues behavior.

Al made sure he was ok in his own way. By making him a triple stack bacon burger with extra cheese and mayo. Artery clogging care.

“Thanks.” Charles just replied. It was damn good; he figured Togo had won in the helping category.

The day settled down quickly after that. Charles caught Togo's wrist, letting go just as quickly as he had grabbed the husky. Buddy and Sebastian were already outside, confused and wondering what was up as they waited for their friend.

“You sure you're cool?” Charles asked, questioning the husky's distance after what they had done. The man figured it should be the other way around, he was the one getting married. Still he worried for his fast growing friend. Togo was a good guy and he didn't want to hurt him.

“It's cool, dude.” Togo fussed with his hair, chuckling and giving him a wave as he headed out.

“Sure.” Charles's smile faded as the husky walked away. He should have said or done something more but the man let his pride get in the way and just closed the door.

Togo got in the passenger seat and rested back, unzipping his pants.

“Ya' ok?” Buddy asked, popping up from the back seat and wagging his tail quickly.

“Yeah. Just need to relieve some much needed stress.” Togo grumbled as he jerked one off in front of the other two dogs who honestly could care less.