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“Thank God it's Friday," murmured Henry Burton as he practically dragged himself to his car, feeling drained and exhausted after a long day of retail work. Five o'clock couldn't have come fast enough and, even as he climbed into his car, he could almost feel his blood pressure finally starting to lower.

And then, his phone rang. Henry glared at the device, staring at the name that flashed across his screen carefully before he answer–he was afraid that it might've been his boss, eager to call him back into the store to cover someone else's shift. But the sight of his mother's name made him relax.

“Hey, Ma," he said, “what's up?"

“Are you busy?" Maryse Burton questioned, sounding impatient. “I could really use your help if you're free."

Henry frowned. “What's wrong?"

“Your father forgot about Artie's karate class tonight and we need somebody to pick him up," she answered, “and I was hoping maybe you could… His class is over in thirty minutes."

Henry was tempted to refuse, already tired and mentally drained. But he bit his lip on the snide, snarky answer that threatened to escape and instead said, “Yeah, just text me the address. I'll go get him."

Twenty-eight minutes later, Henry found himself outside of a studio, stepping inside curiously. He had stepped into a small waiting room with chairs. A small hallway led to the back of the studio, where he could hear a powerful, strong voice speaking, sounding excited and happy. Intrigued, Henry walked down the hallway, coming to a much larger, open room, the floor covered with soft mats. The class, a gaggle of teenagers in white uniforms, with several different colored belts, were gathered around a slightly taller canine, who was talking. Henry listened, standing off to the side with what he assumed were other parents and guardians, all of whom had been listening to the canine–clearly the teacher–speak.

“...and I'm so proud of each of you," the canine was saying. “And every single one of you has shown amazing improvement. We'll have our test next week to see who's ready to move up to the next belt. But"–he checked a wall clock–“time's just about up. Go ahead and get changed. Your family's waiting on you. Dismissed."

The class bowed respectfully to their teacher and hurried into the locker rooms, boys to the left and girls to the right. The teacher soon made his way over to the parents, greeting them happily, commenting on each of their particular children before making his way to Henry, shaking his hand with a kind look. Up close, Henry could see that the canine was a maned wolf.

“Let me guess… You're Artie's brother," the wolf remarked pleasantly.

“Yeah, how'd you know?"

The canine chuckled heartily. “Well, he's the only human I've got in this class," the canine answered. “And he's spoken about you quite a bit. You're Henry, right?"

“Yeah. Sorry, I don't know your name."

“Ryuga Arisato," the wolf answered.

Henry swallowed, staring into Ryuga's bright eyes. Absentmindedly, he brushed a stray strand of blond hair from his face, smiling dimly, studying Ryuga's face carefully. The maned wolf was tall and strong, his eyes determined, though not unkind. A scar arced across the bridge of his nose, giving him a slightly edgy look, though his grin was confident, assured.

“So," Henry said awkwardly, unsure of what he should be saying, “how long has Artie been taking these classes?"

“It's been about four months," Ryuga said, thinking, “but he's a very quick study. If I didn't know better, I'd think he'd been taking some classes beforehand because he's picked up almost everything very quickly. He might be the fastest black belt I've taught if he keeps up with this pace."

“Maybe he's just got a great teacher," Henry said.

Ryuga laughed, an uplifting, heartwarming sound. “I don't know if I'm that good of a teacher."

“I bet if you'd like to teach me, I'd definitely learn pretty fast."

“Would you like a private lesson?" Ryuga offered.

The offer made Henry perk up. He stammered, unsure if Ryuga was serious, but was saved from answering as a seventeen-year-old came up to him, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey, Henry," Artie Burton greeted. “You ready?"

“Oh, uh… yeah. You ready to go?" Henry asked.

“Great work today, Artie," Ryuga said. “Can't wait to promote you next week. Keep up the good work." He leaned closer to Artie and, in a slightly loud whisper, said, “And see if you can convince him to come back." Artie's face flushed as he peered at his teacher in confusion. But Ryuga didn't elaborate, instead, extending his hand towards Henry once more. Henry accepted the gesture, looking at the handsome canine and feeling flattered. His hand and fingers prickled as he felt the fur on Ryuga's hand ghost against his pale skin. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Burton. See you next week."

“Oh… uh… yeah, definitely!"

He waved, his face a deep pink, as he followed Artie outside. Once they were in the car, Henry exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and Artie looked at him curiously, his eyebrow raised.

“What's wrong with you?" the teenager wondered. “Why are you blushing like some horny schoolgirl?"

“I'm not blushing!" Henry countered, silenting wishing he had fur like Ryuga to hide his embarrassment.

Artie's eyebrow raised in intrigue, though he quickly pulled out his phone, eager to text somebody.

“I think," Henry said, turning on the car, “I might be picking you up from your classes from now on."

Artie perked up, staring at his brother with confusion. “I thought you were only picking me up today."

“Well, Mom and Dad are pretty busy and you don't have a car so I don't mind," Henry explained quickly, pulling away from the building. Ryuga Arisato was standing outside, waving as his students went by, smiling happily and eyes sparkling. For a brief moment, Henry was sure that Ryuga's eyes met his own, but the moment passed as he drove by and he felt himself grin. “Besides, who knows? Maybe I'll want to take some karate classes myself."

---

Four months later…

Henry hummed happily to himself as he adjusted a few of the training dummies in the back of Mr. Arisato's studio, as was his new job. Henry had, indeed, come back for a few classes and (much to Artie's embarrassment) had become his younger brother's main ride home. It had been two months ago that Mr. Arisato had offered him employment. He had needed an assistant to help keep the studio clean and to help with office work, though Henry wasn't sure why. He had never worked with anyone quite as meticulous as Mr. Arisato, who kept his office immaculate and the studio smelling fresh, despite the constant stream of students working up a sweat under his tutelage.

The sound of the front door caught Henry's attention and he peered down the short hallway, expecting to see the first students of the evening adult class that Mr. Arisato taught. But, much to his surprise, he didn't see any students outside. The sound, he realized, was Mr. Arisato, locking the front door. The wolf's tail was limp and his ears flat–he looked utterly dejected.

Henry frowned, his humming stopping as he walked up to the teacher slowly, staring in confusion as Mr. Arisato leaned his forehead against the wall.

“Sir?"

Mr. Arisato perked up and turned, forcing a weak, fragile smile. “H-hey… Sorry, I almost forgot you were here. What's the problem?"

“I should ask you that… You've been acting strange recently… Why'd you lock the door?" Henry wondered.

“Oh, I canceled class tonight," Mr. Arisato explained, his voice uncharacteristically meek. “I'm just… I don't think I can teach tonight."

“What's wrong?" Henry asked, moving closer. “Are you okay?"

Mr. Arisato shook his head. “No, no, I'm not." He walked past Henry, moving towards a door, just before the start of the hallway–his office, just beyond the door. He stepped into the office, leaving the door ajar, and Henry followed uneasily, standing in the doorway as Mr. Arisato slumped into his chair behind his desk.

“Do you… do you want to talk about it?" Henry wondered.

“Henry, you don't have to worry about me," Mr. Arisato said, once more forcing himself to grin. “I'm just having some… personal issues with my wife."

Henry swallowed, his heart dropping slightly at the word “wife". Somewhere, in his mind, he had never thought that Mr. Arisato was married. Then again, it had never come up before.

“Well, you know, I'm a good listener," Henry offered, moving closer, “if you need one."

“Thank you, I truly do appreciate that and you're a great friend for the offer,'' Mr. Arisato murmured, “but this is my personal issue. You don't have to worry about me."

“Please, sir, I don't like seeing you like this," Henry said gently. He stood beside Mr. Arisato now, giving what he hoped was an encouraging smile. “You can talk to me."

“Henry–"

“I mean, what else are friends for?"

“Listen to me, Henry," Mr. Arisato said, his voice starting to carry an edge of warning. “You don't need to help me. I'm fine. I will work it out."

“Are you sure? You've been acting differently for the past two weeks," Henry said. “You've barely smiled, you haven't been nearly as energetic. You seem like something's gone terribly wrong. Is your wife sick? Is she in the hospital?"

“No, but–"

“Did she go missing? Or is it something criminal?"

“Henry, please stop!"

Then, without thinking, Henry asked, “Is she cheating on you?"

Mr. Arisato's hackles rose and he slammed his palms down onto his desktop. “Don't say that. She isn't…" He trailed off, his voice starting to crack and his jaw quivering. His eyes stared determinedly into Henry's as if begging Henry to tell him that it wasn't true. But he soon sank back down into his chair, turning his face away from the human.

“She is, isn't she?" Henry ventured. “And that's what's been bothering you…"

Mr. Arisato chuckled mirthlessly. “It's done more than bother me, Henry. It's torn me apart." He sniffled, shaking his head. “Did you know that I've got a twin brother?"

Henry shook his head. Then, as understanding began to dawn on him, he sucked in a breath of horror. “She's not sleeping with–"

“She is, that… fucking whore," Mr. Arisato snarled darkly. “With my own twin and she knows which one of us is which." He pointed at the scar that ran across his muzzle. “Kyoya doesn't have this scar. She knows which one she married and she doesn't care." He took in a heavy, shuddering breath as he tried to calm the rage that played across his face. The wolf let out a small growl. “I don't know how she could have ever done this to me. I've done nothing but be there for her. I've supported her through everything. I've paid for everything she's got and now…"

“That's not right… That's not fair," Henry said, his voice wavering. “I don't understand how anyone could've done this to you… And your own brother didn't even stop himself. Those two are the absolute worst! Who in the right mind would do that to someone they say they love?! What is wrong with them?! That's just… unforgivable!"

“That's putting it mildly," Mr. Arisato scoffed. “She's pregnant… with his child!" He sniffled, trying to stop himself from crying. The sight of the usually strong, determined, confident wolf on the verge of a breakdown nearly shattered Henry's heart. “They've completely ruined everything good I had going in my life."

“You still have your students. And me…" Henry offered. “I would never cheat on you if I was your husband. You're too amazing to do that to."

Mr. Arisato looked up at him, caught off-guard by what had been said. “Henry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be putting my personal problems on you. You're a good friend and a wonderful employee. My favorite student." He smiled, inclining his head to Henry, who flushed at the flattery. “But please, don't concern yourself. Go ahead and go home. There won't be any more classes today."

“Oh… okay… but"–he paused, unsure if he should say this–“Ryuga, where are you going to stay? You aren't still living with… her are you?"

Mr. Arisato looked up, surprised to hear his first name. “Um, no… I'm staying at a hotel for the moment. At least until I can finalize my divorce and get an apartment."

“That won't do," Henry said quickly. “I mean, she's forced you out of your own home."

“I don't ever want to go back there anyway," Mr. Arisato–Ryuga–grumbled. “That bitch can keep it if I don't ever have to see her again."

“Well, you don't have to waste money on a hotel. You can crash at my place until you're on your feet at least."

“Oh, oh no!" Ryuga gasped. “I couldn't impose on you like that."

“You're not imposing," Henry urged. “I would rather have you there than to know you're alone in a hotel room while you're going through this. At least you'll have a friend closeby, right?"

“Henry, that's very generous of you–"

“So, let me go ahead, do a bit of cleaning around here and you can come back to my place for the night," Henry said. “I'll even make a home cooked meal for you or we can order something. And if you want, we can go out later or just chill out and watch some TV or–"

“Henry," Ryuga said and Henry silenced himself. “Thank you."

Henry's heart warmed. “It's my pleasure, Ryuga."

~~~

“Are you sure this is okay?" Ryuga asked uncomfortably as Henry got out of his car. Henry rolled his eyes. Ryuga got out of his own car, looking uneasy as he peered around the apartment complex. They had driven to the hotel where he had been staying, making sure to get all of Ryuga's things before coming and now, as Ryuga peered around him, he seemed to be oddly lost, as if Henry's invitation had finally been the one thing that pushed him too far.

Carefully, Henry walked around to Ryuga's car, putting his hand on Ryuga's chest. Below the soft fur was hard, refined muscle–there was no weakness beneath that white fur.

“It's fine," Henry said emphatically. “I want you here."

Ryuga swallowed. “Are… are you–?"

Henry nodded, patting Ryuga's shoulder. Ryuga looked up, meeting Henry's eyes uncomfortably. “Please, don't worry. You're welcome here." He took hold of Ryuga's hand, setting his keys in them. “Apartment 2C, on the second floor. Go inside, take a shower. There's spare towels in the bathroom."

“My stuff–"

“I'll get it. You go up and relax."

“Are you sure?"

“I'm positive! Just… go. I'll be up in a minute."

It had taken about twenty-five minutes to carry all of Ryuga's stuff up to the second floor. Two suitcases, a duffel bag and other personal effects and when he was finished, Henry found himself feeling slightly sore and tired from climbing up and down the stairs. He set them in the spare, empty room that he had planned on turning into an office and then paused. Judging by the lack of sound, Ryuga had finished his shower and was toweling off.

Pushing away from the couch, Henry made his way to the bathroom, knocking on the door before speaking.

“Ryuga? Are you–oh!"

Henry's eyes went wide as the door was pulled open. Ryuga stood there in black, tight briefs, hugging at his waist. Henry forced his eyes away from the bulge in the underwear, across the strong abs and powerful pectorals before looking at Ryuga's face. Ryuga was toweling off his head.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to hog the bathroom," Ryuga said sheepishly. “You can–"

“No, you're fine! I just wanted to check on you," Henry said, swallowing his embarrassment.

“I… I need my clothes."

“Oh, right, they're in the spare room," Henry said, pointing. He stepped aside and let Ryuga walk by him, his eyes taking in the sight of Ryuga's firm rear as Ryuga walked by him.

He forced himself to look away. Don't be weird, Henry told himself.

---

They spent the rest of the night mostly talking, enjoying each other's company while carefully avoiding the topic of Ryuga's family and his wife. Henry had ordered a pizza for them to share and they watched one of Ryuga's favorite movies, a cartoon movie that Henry had never heard of about a peasant boy becoming a king of a magical kingdom.

It was around eleven o'clock when Ryuga finally mentioned being tired. After thanking Henry for the nth time, Henry brought him a blanket and pillows for the wolf to sleep on the couch before going to his bedroom. As he began to strip down, his mind was racing, thinking about how much Ryuga's life had changed so drastically. A strong pity mixed with a powerful rage that left him feeling a bit overwhelmed and his heart aching.

He didn't deserve that… He never deserved that.

There was a knock on his door and Henry turned–Ryuga was standing in the doorway in just pajama pants, looking a bit more like himself than he had in weeks. He was smiling, not that forced smile that Henry had seen, but something genuine and heartfelt.

“Henry, I wanted to truly thank you for what you are doing for me," the wolf stated. The wolf stepped in closer. “I don't have many true friends like you are. And I'm truly grateful and… honored to have a friend like you."

Henry extended his arms, pulling Ryuga into an embrace. He melted slightly into the feeling, his skin against Ryuga's fur prickling. He had never hugged Ryuga before and found himself loving how it felt, those strong arms wrapping around him.

“It was my pleasure," Henry stated. “You don't deserve what happened to you. You deserve to be with someone who loves you and truly treats you well."

“... Someone like you."

Henry's eyes went wide, unprepared for what happened next as Ryuga's mouth crashed against his own, a passionate kiss that he would have never, in a thousand years, had dreamed would ever be happening. His mind spun in a chaotic swirl as he started to kiss back.

Then, all too soon for Henry's liking, they pulled back and Ryuga was staring at him, as if he could scarcely believe what had just happened, that the kiss that he had initiated hadn't been fake.

“Uh…" Henry stuttered.

“I… I shouldn't have… I'm sorry," Ryuga said, pulling away.

Henry reached out, holding onto Ryuga's hand. “No! I'm just… I was surprised. You caught me off-guard. Did you mean to…?"

“I… I don't know," Ryuga murmured. “I just… I know that I appreciate you and I truly value your friendship. You're doing… so much for me and you've helped me so much with my classes."

“It's my pleasure to help you," Henry said. “Ryuga, I'm so happy that I've met you. And I wish you never had to go through what's happened."

“Thank you," Ryuga said, turning around to embrace Henry again. “I don't know if I should have… kissed you. I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable."

“NO!" Henry said, with such a loud sound that Ryuga winced. “I enjoyed it so much. It's probably been the highlight of my day."

“Then… may I kiss you again?"

Rather than wait for Ryuga to kiss him, Henry leaned forward, pushing his lips against Ryuga's. Ryuga returned the passion, his strong hands caressing Henry's back. Henry's fingers felt along Ryuga's strong chest and abs, his fingers tracing every line, every muscle beneath the fur. Ryuga moaned into Henry's mouth; the sound seemed to make Ryuga pull away. His hands covered his crotch, but Henry saw it before the wolf could hide it.

“I'm sorry. It's just… it's been so long since I've… you know."

“It's okay," Henry replied. “I don't mind helping you but do you want to? I don't want to force you into anything."

“I would like to. But I've never done anything with another male. This would be a first for me."

Henry moved closer, placing his hand over the tent in Ryuga's pants. Ryuga's breath hitched. “Just relax," Henry said kindly. “Let me do this for you."

He reached for the drawstring of Ryuga's pants, pulling them loose enough until Ryuga's pants dropped, revealing the briefs below. Henry kneeled, pulling down the underwear as he sank down. Ryuga watched him carefully, his jaw twitching as he watched Henry stroke his member. Henry heard Ryuga gasp as he licked along the throbbing length, a bead of precum landing on Henry's tongue. He savored the taste for a brief moment before taking Ryuga fully into his mouth.

Ryuga's legs shook at the sudden rush of feeling, the sensation of pleasure starting to work through his legs. Henry's head bobbed on Ryuga's manhood, taking it down to the root. His hands reached up the fondle the hefty balls that dangled between Ryuga's legs.

I want to taste it…

Ryuga's body trembled and Henry was sure that the wolf was close. He tried to double his efforts, but Ryuga soon pushed him back, shaking his head in refusal.

“Wait… I want to help you too," Ryuga said through his sex-haze, his eyes focused not on Henry's face, but on the hardness pushing at Henry's boxer-briefs. Ryuga pulled Henry to his feet, kissing him once again as he gently pushed Henry towards the bed. Ryuga climbed atop Henry, his hands quickly pulling Henry's underwear down before sliding downward.

Henry's mind exploded in lust as Ryuga took his cock into his mouth, sucking on sloppily. Henry's back arched as he felt Ryuga's tongue on his length, the warmth of his mouth encasing Henry's hardness. Without thinking, Henry's hand pressed down on Ryuga's head, pushing him to take the member down as far as he could, stopping only when he heard Ryuga gag.

“Sorry!" Henry said, removing his hand. “Just felt so good."

“I'm glad you liked it," Ryuga replied, rising upwards. They kissed again and Ryuga hovered over him before turning, positioning his dick over Henry's mouth. Understanding right away, Henry took Ryuga back into his mouth, sucking it down eagerly. And he soon felt his own cock in Ryuga's mouth, his pleasure returning.

Henry moaned around Ryuga's cock, his mind blurred by the lust rushing through his heart. His own length throbbed once, twice, before beginning to pulse, shooting his load into Ryuga's mouth. Ryuga, in surprise, pulled back as Henry's cum shot out, spraying across his muzzle. Ryuga's own cock slipped from Henry's mouth and Henry could see Ryuga's hole, hovering just above his face.

Henry wasn't sure what made him do it, but he leaned upwards and his tongue darted out, licking around Ryuga's hole. Ryuga gasped as his legs shuddered, threatening to give out as Henry pushed his tongue into Ryuga, eager to taste every bit of the wolf that he could.

“H-Henry!" Ryuga managed to say through his haze. “W-wait!"

Henry stopped as Ryuga climbed off him. Ryuga turned to face him, standing at the foot of the bed, looking unsure and unsteady, Henry's cum still visible across Ryuga's nose.

“I… I don't think I can do anything like… that tonight," Ryuga murmured uneasily. “I've never done anything with another guy before and–"

“Don't panic," Henry said. “I'll bottom for you tonight. And we can try it the other way whenever you're ready. No rush." Henry stood and moved closer, kissing Ryuga again deeply as he carefully guided the wolf back towards the bed.

Then, with strength that inflamed Henry's desire even more, Ryuga turned them and pushed Henry onto the bed, moving over him again to kiss him deeply. Henry felt the wolf's fingers tease at his entrance before pushing in gently. Ryuga swallowed Henry's moan as he worked his finger in and out before adding another one.

“R-Ryuga," Henry said as his body jerked, eager to chase more and more of that pleasure. One finger soon became two, as Ryuga scissored open Henry's hole, prepping him for the thick length that was about to enter him.

“Now, please," Henry urged. “If you wait much longer–"

“Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

“Please, I need it!"

Ryuga's fingers pulled out and he positioned himself. He stared into Henry's eyes as he pushed in at an almost torturously slow pace. Henry exhaled a heady, heavy breath as the member pushed deeper into him, until he felt the fur Ryuga's crotch at his rear.

Ryuga kissed him once more, slowly pulling out before pressing back in, a careful pace that almost drove Henry mad. He wanted more, needed more, and he wrapped his legs around Ryuga's waist, pushing him in as far as he could go. As if he understood right away, Ryuga pushed back in with more force, starting to pound away at Henry's rear. The sound of his hips slapping against Henry's ass made Henry's lust return even stronger than before.

And Ryuga's tongue–it was swiping across Henry's neck, breathing hot breath onto his prickling skin. His back arched and he reached for Ryuga, eager to put his arms around his wolf. But Ryuga's hand quickly seized Henry's wrists, holding them above the human's head as he continued to thrust into him. Henry's mind raced at the sudden display of dominance, as the wolf's passionate mouth collided into Henry's once more, his thrusts becoming erratic and haphazard.

“Henry, I'm gonna… FUCK!"

Henry gasped as he felt Ryuga's seed begin to fill his channel, the sensation forcing another orgasm out of him. His own cock, sandwiched between their bodies, throbbed between them, his cum splashing between their stomachs as they kissed again. When they pulled apart, Ryuga's eyes focused deeply into Henry's and Henry wondered if what he was seeing was love.

Could it be that Ryuga was falling in love with him?

---

The shower was warm and Henry found himself enjoying the closeness to Ryuga. Ryuga seemed to be just as eager, tracing along Henry's body as they washed, smiling and staring at him with eyes that were bright with a joy that Henry hadn't seen in weeks.

His Ryuga was starting to come back.

After they dried, Ryuga made to go lay down in the living room, but Henry had quickly stopped him–there was no way that he would allow the wolf to sleep alone tonight. Not after what they had shared and what Henry needed more of. They laid down in Henry's bed together and Henry snuggled closer to his wolf, reveling in the feeling of fur against his skin. A thrill of happiness worked through him as Ryuga's arms cradled him lovingly, holding him close.

“I don't know what to say," Ryuga said suddenly and Henry studied the wolf. Ryuga wasn't looking at him, but staring up at the ceiling. Moonlight filtered into the room, making Ryuga's eyes sparkle. “I cannot thank you enough for what you're doing for me tonight."

“... It doesn't just have to be tonight…"

“What do you mean?"

Henry sat upright, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “Can I tell you something? It's something I've felt for a while…"

“Please, be honest with me," Ryuga said. “I promise that I won't judge you."

“I think… I think I have a crush on you," Henry confessed. “It's been building for a while, ever since I became your assistant at the dojo. I know Artie's kind of embarrassed by it, by me crushing on his teacher, but I don't think I've ever met anyone as kind and as smart and as… incredible as you. I know it might sound weird from me, but you really are–"

Henry stopped as Ryuga shifted, until they were looking eye-to-eye once more. “I truly do appreciate your words. And I find you just as remarkable." His eyes clouded and he swallowed. “I don't know if I'm ready to say it back yet, though. I'm sorry."

“Don't be! It's a lot to take in in just one night," Henry reassured him. “You don't have to say it but–"

“Would you like to go out on a date with me?" Ryuga wondered.

Henry's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth quivering as he remembered that he wasn't dreaming this time. “What about your wife?"

“She is no wife of mine," Ryuga snarled venomously. “I'm going to divorce that whore as soon as I can! But you… I would really like it if you would go out on a date with me. Saturday night maybe?"

Henry kissed the tip of Ryuga's nose. “I would love that more than I could admit."

---

When Henry awoke, there was something poking at his leg. His eyes fluttered open and he became aware of what it was–below the blanket, Ryuga's morning wood was poking outwards. Henry glanced up at the wolf. Ryuga's slowly rising and falling chest and even breathing told Henry that the wolf was still asleep.

Should I…?

Henry hesitated as he reached lower, into Ryuga's shorts and underwear, to rub at Ryuga's member. It was stiff and ready, a bead of pre already starting to leak out as Henry gripped it gently. Carefully, Henry pulled the blanket away, pulling out Ryuga's cock to stare at the thickness of it. Somehow, it seemed amazing that he had managed to take Ryuga–it seemed even larger than last night as he stroked it.

Henry leaned downward, licking at the tip and waiting to hear if Ryuga had any reaction. The wolf's breath hitched as Henry began to lick at it once more before taking it into his mouth, lapping at the tip before going down further, his head bobbing as he sucked on what might have become, overnight, his new favorite treat. He moaned around it as he reached below himself, pushing his boxers down to let himself out. The taste of Ryuga on his tongue set his lust ablaze and he wanted to urge the sleeping wolf to completion, to savor the taste on his palette.

Ryuga thrusted upwards suddenly and Henry gagged, pulling back as he looked. Ryuga was staring right at him, a sly grin on the wolf that would've looked more natural on a fox. With very little warning, Ryuga pulled him closer, kissing him deeply as he positioned Henry over his length. Henry felt Ryuga's dick press at his hole and let himself slide down on it, inch by inch.

“Fuck… you're so… big," Henry gasped.

“You can do it," Ryuga remarked, “just like last night."

And Ryuga began to thrust upwards. Henry's small moan died in his throat and he leaned downward, rolling his hips against Ryuga's. Ryuga hissed in pleasure, pulling Henry downward for another, impassioned kiss. Their tongues wrestled as Ryuga's began to thrust upwards, making Henry bounce in his lap and on his cock.

Ryuga let out a small growl as he came, biting down on Henry's shoulder. Henry let out a small gasp as he felt that feeling of being bred again, shooting his load across Ryuga's fur. Ryuga stuck his tongue out, catching a few stray streaks of Henry's orgasm. The wolf slicked his fingers in Henry's seed, bringing them to his mouth to taste.

“Mmm. I might like the way this tastes." He thrust up shallowly and Henry bit back the sound that threatened to escape him. “I do like the way this feels after all."

“I'm gonna be sore all day now," Henry said, leaning down to kiss the tip of Ryuga's nose.

Ryuga chortled. “You can't blame me. You started it."

“And I don't regret it," Henry said teasingly. He felt Ryuga slide out from his rear and his cum start to drip downwards. “We should probably hop in the shower–you've got two classes to teach today."

Ryuga nodded and Henry slid off, stepping onto the floor. He felt his legs shake as the soreness started to set in and nearly fell over when he felt Ryuga catch him.

“Easy, there," Ryuga chuckled. “Having trouble walking?"

“Only because you almost split me in half," Henry shot back with a smirk.

“Then let me help you."

Henry felt his legs sweep out from under him, his body going horizontal as Ryuga picked him up bridal-style, still smiling at him. Not that sly smile from earlier, but a warm, kind smile, one that made Henry feel safe. His face burned with a slight embarrassment at how easily Ryuga had lifted him, but he ignored the feeling, leaning his head into Ryuga's shoulder.

“Thanks," he murmured.

“Of course," Ryuga said sweetly as he carried Henry towards the shower.

---

The class seemed more energetic–Henry figured that it was likely due to Ryuga's own renewed energy. As he took the class through their motions and movements, everything about Ryuga seemed to have been reinvigorated, from his voice to the sureness of his stances. From where he stood near the back of the studio, Henry was quite impressed.

As time wound down, Ryuga allowed the class to go through their stances by themselves, his eyes suddenly focusing intently on Henry. As the class started to move through their stances as he'd instructed, he made his way across the room to Henry.

“Come with me for a minute," he said in a low whisper and Henry followed the master to his office. Henry had barely closed the door when Ryuga was kissing him, their mouths mingling in a frenzied passion. When they pulled back, Ryuga's eyes were bright and cheerful, far more alive. “I've got great news for you."

“Okay," Henry said, his mind whirring as he tried to not let the feeling pass.

“I told my family and my… her family about what happened," Ryuga said, “and I believe they support me for leaving her."

“Oh. Oh!" Henry said as comprehension dawned on him. “That's excellent. So they can't blame you for divorcing her!"

“No, they can't," Ryuga said, grinning widely. “And I don't know what will happen with my brother, but I do know that I feel… vindicated that I'm not in the wrong anymore."

“When were you ever in the wrong?" Henry asked, hugging him closely. “She's a liar and a cheater. She's always been wrong."

“I know that," Ryuga said, “but it's wonderful to feel like I have so much support, especially from my family and from you." He shifted uneasily. “I want to try something tonight when we get back home… To your place, I mean."

“What would you like to try?"

“You know how we… did it last night and this morning?" Ryuga asked, grasping Henry's rear tightly. Henry gasped, sucking in a shocked breath.

“Careful, your students are still out there."

“Yes, I know. We won't do it here. But I want to try reversing our roles tonight," Ryuga said. “If that's okay with you."

Henry swallowed. “Are you sure? I don't want you to do something you aren't ready for."

“I'm positive," Ryuga said, opening the door to return to his class. “There's no one else I would trust more for the first time."

---

“Are you sure you want to do this?" Henry asked as they stepped into the bedroom once more. Ryuga turned to face him, just moments away from taking off his t-shirt. “I mean, I don't mind the way we had sex this morning or last night. I don't want you to be–"

Ryuga rushed forward, silencing the babbling human with a deep kiss. Henry opened his mouth wider, inviting Ryuga to dominate the kiss. He felt Ryuga's nimble fingers below his waist–the button on his jeans popped off, and Ryuga's strong hands pushed them downwards. Reflexively, Henry brought his legs together, attempting to hide himself, but Ryuga pushed his hands away, lowering down to his knees.

“Ryu–"

“Let me do this for you," Ryuga urged, yanking down Henry's boxer-briefs. With no further preamble, Ryuga took Henry into his mouth, sucking with an almost animalistic desire. Henry's legs nearly buckled as the sudden sensation.

“Slow down," Henry said.

Ryuga's hand came up to fondle Henry's balls and Henry fought the urge to moan, the sudden weakness in his legs threatening to bowl him over. His hand reached for Ryuga's head, holding onto his wolf for support as the pleasure started to overtake him. Reluctantly, he pushed Ryuga back, pulling himself back from the orgasm that was mere moments away.

“Too much for you?" Ryuga challenged with a coy grin as he continued to stroke the human's member.

“Way too much at once," Henry said. “Almost ended too soon."

Ryuga rose, still grinning. “I'm glad that I could make you so happy."

“Since you're so determined to do this, take your pants off and get on the bed," Henry said, returning the smirk. Ryuga smiled as he dropped his pants and briefs, stepping out of them as he moved over towards the bed.

Slyly, Henry moved behind him, pushing Ryuga onto the bed and leaning downward until he was right at Ryuga's rear. Henry leaned in, his tongue flashing out to lick at Ryuga's hole. Ryuga's body twitched at the new sensation, Henry's tongue starting to push past the tight ring.

“H-Henry," Ryuga stammered, shivering as Henry's tongue penetrated him. “Ah!"

A swell of pride filled Henry as he pulled back and Ryuga leaned backwards, eager to chase more of that feeling. Henry grabbed Ryuga's tail and the wolf paused, waiting eagerly to see what Henry would do next. Henry brought his finger to Ryuga's entrance, pushing in gently, gauging Ryuga's reaction.

“You okay?" Henry asked, using his free hand to rub at Ryuga's back, hoping to relax the suddenly tense wolf. “If it's too much–"

“N-no," Ryuga breathed. “It's just… a lot. It feels strange."

“Do you want to stop?"

“No. Keep going," Ryuga insisted. “I want to feel it all."

Henry carefully inserted a second finger, gently scissoring his fingers. Ryuga stiffened as Henry's fingers worked, his body shaking. Ryuga bit his lip, looking backwards to look right into Henry's concerned eyes.

“I think I'm ready," Ryuga said.

“You sure?"

“I want it. So I'm sure."

Henry's fingers pulled back and he lined himself up, looking right at Ryuga. “Last chance to back out."

“Henry, I want you to fuck me like the man you are!"

Henry could've sworn those words went from his ears straight to his dick, somehow making it feel even harder than it had been. He lined up and pushed in slowly, watching Ryuga for any sign of discomfort. When he fully bottomed out, he leaned down, pulling Ryuga into a kiss as he waited for the wolf to adjust to the new feeling of having another male inside him. Ryuga's body shifted, each small movement backing Henry moan into Ryuga's mouth.

Then he realized that Ryuga was trying to encourage him to move, to truly thrust into him just as the wolf had done last night and that morning. To “fuck him like the man he is". And Henry obliged, gyrating his hips slowly at first before pulling back and pushing back in.

“It's bigger than I thought," Ryuga said.

“And you're really freaking tight," Henry said, thrusting back in. His speed and pace steadily began to increase. He bit his lips, trying to prolong the orgasm that he knew he would be approaching. He reached below, taking hold of Ryuga's dick and began to stroke it in time with his hips, trying to encourage Ryuga to cum first.

Then Ryuga's back twisted and he leaned backwards until his back was against Henry's chest, their mouths meeting in a clash of teeth and tongue. Henry's left hand continued to stroke at Ryuga's dick while his right hand traced Ryuga's abs and chest, tracing those muscles beneath the silky fur.

“Ryuga, I–"

“Give it to me," Ryuga ordered.

And at that command, Henry came undone, his seed filling Ryuga's channel. Ryuga luxuriated in the sensation, his mouth pulling into a satisfied grin as he slid off Henry's still-pulsing cock. Two streaks of cum splashed across Ryuga's rear and Henry stared, his mind momentarily occupied solely by the afterglow. A bead of his cum started to drip from Ryuga's stretched hole and he felt another swell of pride…

Until Ryuga turned, his hardness still sticking out.

Determined to bring his lover to completion, Henry moved forward, taking the member into his mouth to the root. Ryuga's head jerked backwards at the sudden blowjob, his hand coming up and resting on Henry's bobbing head. It didn't take long for Ryuga to cum as well, his load spraying across Henry's tongue. The human savored the taste in his mouth, looking up at his wolf with eyes clouded with lust.

“You're amazing," Ryuga breathed, pulling at Henry to pull him up closer. “But I think we need another shower. You're a bit sweaty."

After a quick shared shower, Henry followed Ryuga back to the bedroom, a towel still around his waist. Ryuga was toweling off, ensuring his fur was as dry as possible before he climbed back into bed, still naked.

“You're not going to put any clothes on?" Henry wondered.

“I don't think we need them," Ryuga said. “It's a warm night and, if you get cold, I can warm you up better than the blanket."

Henry blushed, smiling. He followed Ryuga onto the bed, snuggling up to the wolf. “How are you feeling?"

“It's a strange feeling," Ryuga answered. “I've never done anything like that before, especially not with another guy."

“Is that… bad?"

“Not at all," Ryuga replied. “I think we should do it again sometime."

“Really?"

Ryuga kissed his forehead. “Really. I truly did mean it when I asked you for a date. And I'm very grateful for everything you've done and are doing for me."

Henry smiled, stifling a yawn. “I'm more than happy to"–he yawned again–“be there for you."

“It's late, we should get some sleep," Ryuga said. Henry nodded, snuggling into Ryuga's chest, enjoying the feel, the smell, the comfort of being by his wolf. Within a few short moments, he was lightly snoring and Ryuga felt his mouth pull into another smile. He leaned downward carefully, so as to not wake the human, and kissed his forehead tenderly once more. “Sleep well, sweet Henry."

---

Two months later…

Artie Burton was surprised as he knocked on the door of his brother's apartment. It was rare for Henry to invite him over. It was even rarer for him to say that there was someone he wanted Artie to meet. He waited patiently, listening as he heard hurried footsteps rush towards the door, a voice speaking. Artie's eyes narrowed–that voice was too deep to be his brother's but why did it sound familiar?

He made to set his ear against the door, eager to hear what was being said, but before he could, the door was pulled open and he jumped back, as if he'd been burned. His eyes widened in surprise; standing before him was his karate teacher, Master Ryuga Arisato, smiling down at him with that same kindness that he used in classes.

“I… uh… I think I've got the wrong apartment. Sorry, sir," Artie said.

“Oh, no, Arthur, you're in the right place," the wolf answered jovially, putting his arm around Artie in a friendly manner that caught him off-guard. He steered Artie inside, where his brother was emerging from the kitchen, a plate of cheeseburgers in his hands.

“Hey, Artie. You're early," Henry said. He set the hamburgers down on the coffee table, beside another plate piled high with fries with paper plates, plastic cups and juice.

“Are you going to tell me why my karate teacher is in your apartment?" Artie wondered, Ryuga's arm still around his shoulders.

“Yeah… Have a seat and have a burger," Henry murmured shyly. “I need to tell you something…"

Eyes narrowed in suspicion, Artie sat down in the nearby armchair as Ryuga sank down on the couch beside Henry, scooting until they were shoulder to shoulder. Henry fumbled absently with his hands, looking away from his younger brother's penetrating gaze. Then, Ryuga's hands steadied Henry's and, almost at once, Artie understood.

“Are you two… living together?" Artie ventured.

“Well, it's kind of more than that," Henry said. “We kind of…"

“We're in a relationship," Ryuga finished when Henry choked on the next few words. “I understand why this might be awkward for you and if you wish to have another karate master, I can recommend another master who is just as talented. I would hate to lose my star pupil, but–"

“Do I get special treatment because you're fucking my brother?" Artie asked emphatically. He reached downward, picking up a handful of fries that he, in a callously gluttonous display, volleyed the fries into his mouth.

Ryuga frowned. “No. I don't do 'special treatment' for any of my students!"

“Except when you need a fuck," Artie said, inclining his head towards Henry, whose face was burning so much, he was positive that it was redder than fire. “Does that mean I have to sleep with you for special treatment?"

“ARTIE!" squeaked Henry, shocked at how cavalier his little brother could be.

“I won't ever cheat on my boyfriend," Ryuga said in a very resolute, almost defiant, tone. “And I expect that you would understand and respect that."

“Boyfriend?" Artie repeated. “So, you're gay?!"

“Y-yeah… I know, it might be a shock to you, but I am," Henry said. “And Ryuga and I… We're in a relationship. I haven't told Mom or Dad yet, but I figured since he's your teacher, you might want to know."

“Not you, Henry. I knew about you," Artie said, rolling his eyes. He picked up a plate and put more fries on it. “You were crushing on him since that time you picked me up." He reached down and picked up a cheeseburger carefully. “I'm just surprised Master Arisato is. He didn't seem the type to me." He took a large bite of the burger before setting it back onto the plate.

“I'm not," Ryuga said, looking embarrassed now. “I believe that I am bisexual. I don't know for sure. I just recently went through a very back break-up. But"–he clenched Henry's hand–“your brother makes me happy. And I hope that this won't present a problem for you in the future."

“Make more food for me," Artie said through a mouthful of fries, “and all is forgiven."

“For God's sake, don't talk with your mouth full," Henry reprimanded. “It's disgusting."

“You're taking it up the ass from my teacher and doing God knows what else and you're complaining about how I eat?" Artie challenged.

“How do you know I'm not the top?!" Henry snapped back.

Artie looked at him in clear disbelief, just barely biting back the sarcastic remark on the tip of his tongue. “Sorry, but the bottom energy from you is… strong. I can't see you ever topping someone like–"

“He has," confirmed Ryuga, “and he's quite… enjoyable when he takes control."

The coy tone in Ryuga's voice had two separate effects on the brothers. Henry spluttered out an embarrassed squeak before urging his boyfriend to silence himself. Artie's eyes went wide and he looked at his brother as if he'd never before seen him, as if they'd never even met before.

“I… Really?" gasped Artie. “I don't know if I should be disgusted or impressed but… congrats?"

“Can we just… can we not?!" Henry asked, face red and hidden behind his hands. “Let's just… I invited you over to watch the game and talk. We talked so let's just watch the game, okay?!"

“Okay, but just so you know, I am happy that you've got a boyfriend," Artie said. “Seriously. Congrats to both of you. As long as this means I can still get to black belt, I'm good with it."

“You must earn that black belt," Ryuga said warningly. Then, in a far softer tone, he said, “But thank you."

When Artie finally left, Henry exhaled a sigh of relief before returning to the couch, leaning against Ryuga's shoulder. Sleepiness was starting to pull at his mind and he just barely managed to get a few words out before he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

“I love you, Ryuga."

Ryuga smiled, waiting patiently until he heard Henry's soft, adorable snores. Carefully, so as to not wake him, he lifted Henry up, carrying him back to the bedroom as if he was a precious treasure, expertly maneuvering him into bed. He kissed the human's forehead sweetly.

“I love you too, my Henry."