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Twilight is an uncomfortable time of day.

He spun the cigarette in his paw. It was tiny in comparison.

When day and night fight. When the sky doesn't know what the fuck it's doing.

He looks at the thin thing with disdain, begrudgingly putting it in his maw.

And the worst thing has to be that it gets everyone involved.

As he sits on the bed, he pulls out his silver lighter.

Sunlight hits at just the right angle to go directly in your eyes. Gives you a big headache.

He takes a drag, muzzle scrunching.

How do people even think it's pretty or romantic? Headaches are usually an excuse to not fuck. But who knows.

"Tastes like shit." He says, blowing out the dirty cloud. "But I need it."

The door opens.

"Frank, I'm home!" The panda says, walking in, suit and briefcase and all. "What the hell?!"

"What?" Frank asks, clearly 'done with his shit'. "What is it this time, Davy?"

The panda snarls. He hates being called Davy.

"You're smoking in the house!" he says, throwing his shit to the side. "I've told you a thousand times to take that shit outside!"

"Oh, and I remember every time you've told me that." Frank says, the dog standing up to face him. The panda, though slightly shorter and noticeably less . . . muscular, didn't stand down.

"The smell gets into everything, and it makes the room smell like crap. Besides! You LIKE smoking outside!"

"It's sunset."

"Oh, so sorry, too romantic for you?" he says, sneering.

"Look, I've had a rough day, and-"

"I don't care if you've had a rough day! Because I've had it just, if not more rough! We work at the same place!"

"Can you just-"

"You think it's just okay for you then to just make the whole house smell like a fucking dump?!"

"Shut UP!" Frank shouts.

He snatches the lit cigarette right from his muzzle. "Make me." David says, walking towards the balcony, throwing the doors and curtains open before chucking the thing all the way to their shit neighbor's house.

"What. The. Fuck." The dog says, looking at the balcony, curtains billowing with the panda standing just outside, chest puffing up in pride, almost as far out as his cute little paunch. Though to the angry doberman, "cute" was not a word he would have used to describe his husband, at the moment.

"Look, just come out here and-"

Frank doesn't listen, instead pulling out another cigarette from the box before tucking it back into his suit jacket. Now that he thought about it, he hated the fact he was still in his work attire, the only thing that could be considered off was his extremely loose tie and his damn stuffy socks.

Without hesitation, David marches over and slaps the vile thing out of the dog's paw.

"Do you even fucking listen to me?! I said-"

Frank growls. Just as quickly, he backhands the panda, his paw striking smack on his cheek with enough force to send a tooth loose.

"I heard what you fuckin' said." He says. "I just don't c-"

A black paw grabbed his own as he reached for the box of smokes. Frank looks up, met by the wild gaze of his furry, and seemingly docile lover. His lip was bleeding. But he didn't seem to mind.

"Wow. Didn't know I married such a bitch."

Frank growls loudly, slapping the paw away. Now that he thought about it, he hated his perfectly manicured paws, and David's set to match.

"I'm gonna tell you one last-"

"*Ptooh*." The Doberman doesn't even blink as he feels the slimy wad of spit and blood runs off the side of his muzzle. "And I said. Make. Me."

He grabbed the panda by the shoulder, the other gripping the paw that had grabbed him earlier.

He also hated how they had to go home separately. And he threw him hard against the wall, making everything on the table, including their T.V., shake violently.

But David doesn't mind. He fuckin' smiles at him, staring him down as he pushes off, tackling the Doberman and using his mass to bring him down.

He hated his boss and his anti-homo rants. He hit the floor hard, barely able to keep his head from slamming down as well. The panda with his rotund belly tries to pin him down. But the dog doesn't hesitate, punching him in the side of the face.

He hated how he couldn't fuck his sweet bear at work. Oh how he teased him in the copy room, brushing that big juicy ass against his dobie dick. The bear of course just smiles crazily, returning his one punch with two, Frank barely able to even put up a guard.

He hated especially how that bitch Cassandra always tried to feel him up. As if she could handle three minutes with everything the dog had to offer her.

He's off balance, Frank didn't miss this as he grabs the fuzzy mass and throws his weight to the side, rolling them over. David tries to resist, but Frank quickly put him in a pin, leaning down and biting hard on the bear's neck, enough pressure to actually draw a bit of blood. And plenty to make the panda gasp for breath.

He hated David's parents, the traditional catholic cunts not hesitating to immediately disown him. The bear didn't cry. He said fuck 'em, but it still made his blood boil to think someone hurt his cute bundle of joy.

He frees his leg, the chunky beast kneeing the dog in the groin. Frank, naturally, cries out sharply, releasing him and rolling over to the side, grasping his balls. Though he knew the panda went easy on him. He actually did see David destroy some wannabe-rapist's testis as he heroically saved some girl.

But the fact David was holding back. He hated that too.

They both get up, already worse for wear. But both smiling madly, caught in the ecstasy of raging testosterone and adrenaline. It reminded them of their first date.

And the Doberman, as well as the panda, while surrounded by all their meaningless things, knew only one thing. They hated how fuckin' complicated and stupid their lives have gotten. Worried about frivolous things like entertaining guests, keeping tidy, hiding themselves at work, and most of all, the fact that the both of them had become, sadly, estranged.

Frank punches David in his large gut. David knees Frank in the side.

But in this moment-

Frank grabs a flailing arm and bites it. David slams his shoulder into Frank's chest.

-they finally understood one another, again.

They both, in a movie-esque way, punch each other square in the face at the same time, making them stagger away from one another.

It reminded them of fonder days. Like their honeymoon.

Frank, being the meat head tank he was, recovered first, slamming against the panda quickly and knocking him down, right onto the soft temper-pedic bed. Oh, he also hated this bed. Absorbed shock too well. Hard to fuck on.

David tries to squirm free, but the well-muscled Doberman holds him down fully, pressing their bodies together. And needless to say, two men like them were rock hard, both their good dress pants being ruined, soaked through with musky pre. Well, some blood, too, but that's not nearly as copious, thankfully.

They grunt against one another, glaring the respective lover down, neither of them ready to give up. So naturally, they do what must come next.

Frank mashes his muzzle against David's, the panda reciprocating in full, tongues lashing out, tasting one another. They were met with bitter smoke, copper blood, and the sweet taste of lover's drool.

Frank's hands move, bringing the panda's arms above his head, the appendages still straining to break free, even as the fingers interlaced with one another.

Yes, this was their love. This was their love making.

David bites Frank's lower lip hard, and the dog growls hotly, tightening his grip on his bear. They humped against one another, visceral in their undulations, the heat building up too fast.

Because for them, love was a clash.

Frank breaks the kiss, strands of the thick saliva still connecting them as he went down to the neck he had bitten not too long ago, now abusing it again with heavy kisses and nibbles, marking his hubbie with some more black and blue.

Love. When one person pushes.

He releases his hands, unable to hold back as his paws molest the panda underneath him, his lover returning the gesture tenfold. The dog attacked all his favorite places; tweaking tender nipples, pawing over those oddly massive arms, pulling on his tie like a collar. David enthusiastically replied, hands running down the toned and muscled back, shamefully hidden under such thick fabric. He raked his claws down, smiling as he created tears up until he grabbed those perfect mounds his dobie called an ass.

Love. When the other person pushes right the fuck back!

They break apart, the heat overwhelming them. They tear off their own clothes, buttons popping off, fabric tearing, not even scraps left as they were tossed like confetti. After all, this was a celebration.

Because their love was only for the other. Because only they knew how to deal with their manic tendencies. Because for them, their love was a violent being, unquenchable.

And the flame was never gonna die. They both relearned that very well with their bodies still stinging, bruises already forming, and the fun only just started~

The Doberman plants his paws on the bear's rotund belly, pawing at it while smirking down.

The panda shamelessly smiles, waving his big fat dick and slapping it crudely on his stomach.

Deftly, the dog takes it into his mouth, slurping at it loudly, the thick member covered in pre now being replaced with slobber. He hated not having his favorite bone at least once a day. And lately, doggy hasn't been getting what he wants.

He gobbles it down, all eight thick inches sliding right into his muzzle, not even gagging as the thick mushroom head violates his throat. And just to show off, the dog slurps out his tongue, licking the big fuzzy balls right beneath, still ripe from being in a suit all day.

"Show off." David says, breathing heavily, motioning for him to come up and give him a turn. Not ready to give up his long awaited reward, Frank instead swings his legs right onto the bed, his groin smashing into the panda's face as he was forced down the bed. "You dirty dog."

Sixty-nine-ing, the perfect compromise to everything. Frank shivers and growls as he feels his cock sink into that steaming hot muzzle, easily taking every inch of thick canine cock. Seriously, David once took the knot. The KNOT. In his MUZZLE. The dog shivers, he loves that man.

He thrusts into David's throat. And instead of bitching about it, David just thrusts up himself. And soon they're fighting again, fucking each other's muzzle to see who's gonna cum first. I'd like to say they were considerate, say that they at the very least made sure the other could breathe. I'd like to. But like how David was stuffing Frank's throat with eight inches of dick, Frank was choking David with ten inches of cock.

And they didn't give a shit! They breathed when they could, but they needed each other more than air. An addiction to the worst degree. Hell, that's love, too.

But it was still a battle. And Frank was definitely pushing, stuffing two fingers into David's fat ass, barely lubed with pre. He gave no mercy, going straight for the prostate. Oh, and he hated how people thought there was a "woman" in a gay relationship. "You think this bear is any less man than you? The fact that he can take all this up his schute, yell at me to go harder, and then still stand (shakily) puts him leagues above you."

And David pushes back, grabbing the fat balls and rolling them, tugging at them roughly and tenderly, knowing they were probably still sore. He tries his best to keep his hold, the balls bouncing everywhere the dog's hips went. If there was anything he hated, it's the fact he would, inevitably cum first.

And low and behold. His toes curl, clawing up the carpet they both hated. His thrusts get messy, more forceful, but slower, unable to cope with the intense sensations. But Frank understands. And he sucks the life out of that dick.

Every trick. Flicking his tongue, the crown on the roof of his mouth, swirling his drool and pre around the meaty thing before gulping it up, growling to vibrate that shit, up to three fingers jabbed right into his nut. And the panda unloads a torrent. No sex for a week and the poor boy had so much to give now.

And Frank, the hungry horn dog he is, drinks. Every. Last. Drop.

He moans, pumping the dick hard with only the tip in his mouth, spraying a deluge of bitter sweet, salty, musky cum onto his eager tongue. He savors the flavor of David, swallowing when it got to be too much, and moaning at the viscous goo coating his maw. It felt like he'd drown in the stuff, and he definitely wasn't breathing now. Oh well, not like he was doing much of that before.

And much to the dog's disappointment, to the point of even whimpering, the stream slows. So he sinks down and tries to milk the bastard of the rest of the cum that he has to offer, not wanting to waste a single drop. And David on the other hand is high up in heaven, kicking and twitching from the mind blowing orgasm, quickly becoming overwhelmed by overstimulation.

Frank eases up, slowly dragging his muzzle up the thick, pulsing dick, making David shiver violently. And seeing this, Frank of course decides to instead sink back down, paws wrapping around the panda's cock and squeezing greedily. He squirms, gagging on the cock that was still stuffing itself down his throat.

So he punches the dog. Right in the side, over and over until the dog finally eases up, the little shit laughing after the dick popped out of his mouth.

He pulls away, pissing off David even more by taking his own dobie bone away from him. But he forgets about it soon enough as Frank, the secret romantic he is, pulls him in for a kiss. Because nothing says romance like a wet, slobbery, tongue heavy, cum flavored kiss, completed with a heavy dick grinding into your belly.

They stay there locked by the muzzle as they swap spit, tongues wrestling, grinding hot and heavy cocks against one another now, the whole room getting way too fucking hot.

It was both disgusting and breathtaking to watch. Two wild animals smashing against each other. Two of the manliest men, dripping in sweat, cum, pre, drool, making love in such a violent and visceral way. It was primitive. It was simple. And it is them.

Frank breaks away from his bear, strands of viscous saliva connecting the two still. He looks down fondly at the panda, smiling stupidly.

"I love you, you know that?" he says.

"What, think I'm stupid? I love you too." David says, his white fur turning ever so slightly pink. Or maybe it's been like that the whole time, who knows.

But either way, Frank chuckles, leaning down and licking his lover square on the cheek, growling when he tried to reach up and wipe it off. Dogs, they're territorial.

"All fours." Frank orders, growling as David jumps to it immediately, not out of fear or anything, but because at this point he needed a nice cock up his ass.

They soon reposition themselves, the dog now off the bed and instead leaning down to admire his hubbie's fat ass. "Firm enough to really fuck, and soft enough to feel like fucking a fucking pillow," how eloquently put.

He pulls the cheeks apart, drooling a river and pre-ing a waterfall at the sight of that pucker. Even after all these years, he was still tighter than any bitch he'd knotted. He licks his lips before diving into the musky hole, lapping and kissing it hungrily, making the panda growl deeply, shoving his ass back into the muzzle. Oh how Frank obliged him.

He spears his tongue into the hole, wanting to taste every inch of his insides, licking deep and living up to his specie's reputation. He licked all the way up to his prostate, teasing the damn thing like his tongue was a fucking finger!

David moans, hating how it had been so long since he'd had this. It'd all been so mechanical lately.

He grabs a pillow and starts biting it as Frank presses hard against his nut, massaging it deep as the dobie's paws milk his dick for a second helping of cum. Greedy son of a bitch couldn't get enough, apparently.

He ends up piercing the flimsy bag of fabric and cotton. Seriously, it was just morning blowjob, maybe late night fuck. It'd been forever since they had just enjoyed each other.

The dog was very good at what he did. He slurped out his tongue, teasing the rim for a second before stuffing it back in, licking all the fun places. His paws, oh those magic fingers were working his him like a master, squeezing and rubbing the shaft and balls in ways only he knew how to.

Frank hated it, too. What kind of man would leave his love unsatisfied?

Well, not right now, anyway, as evident by the panda's loud moans and pulsing dick.

Frank knew well enough what it had meant, and he picked up the pace for it. His tongue worked double time, his hands jerking that thick cock fast and hard like the bear loved.

And for the finale, the dobie pulls back his muzzle, biting David's fat ass right as he got to the edge, pushing him over and making him cum for the second time that day, Frank collecting whatever he could get with one paw, the other working furiously.

And now they can consider the bed ruined, cum sprayed all over under the panda, with just a pawful in Frank's hand. Eh, not like he was trying to keep clean.

He straightens up, wetting his dick with the panda's copious load. If he wanted to keep clean, he'd use a condom.

He lines up with the panda's well prepped hole, sliding right into that velvety rump, groaning at the feel of that hot ass squeezing down on him like a vice. Frank isn't the type to use condoms.

He hilts himself, pressing himself against David's back, lapping and gnawing at the back of his neck. He was a bonafide breeder.

He draws back, cock throbbing at the sound of his sweet bear moaning his name, thrusting back in and making him scream out for joy. And being the breeder he was, he'd put some pups in David, yet.

The dobie doesn't waste any time, knowing full well what his hubbie could take, working up to a fucking pace in no time. That was Frank's plan, and he was willing to pump as much cum into him as it would take.

Their fingers intertwine almost romantically as their bodies begin to audibly slap against one another, punctuated by their moans, and the bed hitting the wall. As Frank put it, "Fuck biology."

I can only image that it was the worst of pain for David. That thick cock spearing his hole open, that softball sized knot slamming against his hole, and at a pace that would actually have porn-stars awestruck. But David just kept moaning and groaning, meeting every thrust perfectly.

"Mm, god just l-like that puppy."

Frank only growls, making guttural sounds that either meant annoyance or approval? It was hard to tell. He was getting real close now, and he tended to get a bit bestial. Not that David gave a shit, or anything.

He was a sex beast at this point, saliva slowly dripping down the bear's back. His neck, his shoulders, and the places where they met thoroughly covered in hickies and bite marks. As if he had to lay claim more than he already had.

But they were quickly drawing to a close, and Frank being the mutt he was, had to end in a big finish.

He quickly grasps his lover, flipping him over without missing a single thrust. With David on his back, he attacks his front now, pounding his ass mercilessly as he attempts to devour his love.

Licking the sweat between his pecs, biting his nipples, kissing his collar bone, chewing on his neck, and then mashing his face with the panda's. All the while his hips were relentless, that thick, bulbous knot slipping in little by little now, forcing his way in.

David just grabbed the dobie's head, locking him down as he started sucking on his tongue, his legs wrapping around his dog. He starts to convulse, spraying out his third load of the day between the both of them, cumming with such strength that it hits them both square in the jaw.

And soon, with a loud, disgusting shlurp, the knot goes in and locks itself there with the both of them screaming in pure ecstasy, not slowing down in the slightest as Frank starts liberally spraying his love's insides with a literal gallon of dog cum.

Like a said. Breeding dog.

And being the breeding dog he is, he just can't stop at one.

And being the great husband he is, David knows just what to do to give his dobie a break.

Just like before, he flips over, taking Frank with him this time as he ends up on his back, David straightening up and smiling down at his puppy.

And he pulls up, wincing as the knot pops out of him, followed by a thick spurt of cum.

He clenches down, dragging up and trying to get as little of the cum to leak out, right before slamming right back onto that cock, knot and all, making them both groan out in pleasure.

And David doesn't stop there, riding that cock like it's the last fucking day on earth, knot-fucking himself like a pro. How that hole could ever even be considered tight even after one go at it is a biological mystery in and of itself. Maybe pups wasn't that unlikely . . .

And with the both of them being overstimulated from cumming not moments ago, I suppose it only made sense that they were reaching their climaxes quickly. Or maybe it didn't make sense, they couldn't find a fuck to give about it, since they were using all of what they had to give on each other.

Frank quickly gets back into the rhythm of it, thrusting upwards as he pulls David down into a hot kiss.

And with one more pop of the knot back in, Frank grabs hold of his bear and squeezes as he dumps his second load into David, David spraying his all over his dog.

And now, tired from the fighting, the arguing, and the fucking (mostly the fucking), they collapse.

Breathing heavily, they smile.

"I love you so much."

Tongues lolling as they begin to laugh almost hysterically.

"You're the only one for me."

As they whisper sweet nothings to one another.

"Still the best ass I've ever had."

And lying against one another.

"Don't think I can live without this cock anymore."

Soon enough, with their dicks deflated and cleaned (not with a towel, mind you) and most of the cum taken off them (still no towel), Frank gets up, rummaging for his cigarette pack and lighter.

He sits on the bed, but thinks better of it, instead headed towards the balcony.

He stands there, the cool breeze washing over him, good on his still sore body. Boy did that panda pack a punch. He sticks the pathetic little thing in his mouth, lighting it, and taking a drag.

"Hey, give it over here." He turns and sees David standing next to him, just as naked. He smirks, handing the cigarette over to him.

He takes it into his maw, taking a drag and letting out a smoky breath.

Right before taking it out and chucking it over to the neighbor's house. Again.

"The fuck you doin'?" Frank ask, not really angry. Just mildly annoyed. "I'm smoking outside, like you asked."

"Eh." He says. "I couldn't give a shit if you smoked inside or out. I don't want you to smoke at all."

He turns to me. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Frank. Don't be takin' a few of the years you owe me, or I'm gonna follow you straight to hell."

The dog's eyes widen. Then he chuckles. Then he kisses the panda. "Fine. But you gotta take responsibility when I'm stressed."

"If that means getting your cock more often, then feel free, puppy."

"Haha . . . my teddy bear," I say, bringing him close and hugging him.

"Hey . . . oh hey! I think we might have started a fire." David says. I look over, and sure enough, there was a small fire just behind an old shed in our neighbor's yard.

"Shit, we should call-"

"Hey! Get back in your house! No one wants to see your queer asses!" we look over and see the old sheep of a neighbor, head popped outside his door.

". . . He smokes a lot, right?" Frank ask.

"Yup." David says, pulling him back into the house where they quickly got rid of the cigarettes. And maybe they'd go on a little drive.

They weren't worried about the fire spreading to them. A concrete wall and a pool separated his house from theirs. Besides, the fire department had a pretty good response time.

After all-

"I hate that guy."

"couldn't agree more."