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Recording. "Hi. I'm Sam Losven, username G underscore Hunter, and in less than half an hour you will be witness to an actual paranormal event... Or not." He put down his phone and readjusted the two GoPros. Despite Sam's interest in the otherworldly, he did not entirely believe any of it. For the young fur paranormal investigation was more an act of rebellion against the modern world than a serious science. Life had lost its whimsy.

He checked the time on his phone. Hit the record button again. "Twelve thirty-six in the morning." He brought the phone down for a minute and sighed before pointing back at his face. "Sam, again," he brushed his long hair away from his ears, "if I don't make it through the night, I'd like to leave all my stuff to my parents except the four-hundred dollars in my bank account. Give that to my best friend Winston. And, Winston, if you're watching this, I want you to take the four-hundred in twenties, then fan yourself with them in front of Paul and laugh. That'll be the closest he gets to the money he thinks I owe him. And then tell him I'm going to haunt his ass."

Sam tapped off the phone and immediately regretted his choice of words. Although the odds may have been astronomically small that anything would happen, it would still suck to have the family watch this improvised will and have his brother, Paul, take the opportunity to make a gay joke.

"I bet he'll be haunting a lot of asses now. Not much of a change from when he was alive." Sam snorted at his unflattering impression of Paul. He'd finish lining up the cams. Now there was just the waiting. Both directions along the gravel path were deserted at this hour. To the west, around where the path curved out of sight behind the trees, Sam could see the faint glow of a street light. This was a park, not the untamed wilds of the congo. To the east, blackness. In the light of day Sam had to admit the little trail was kind of romantic. Dipping trees with white blossoms formed a canopy that would give couples shade from the hot summer sun. But in the middle of the night, it looked like some kind of hellish abyss. The kind of abyss you'd be likely to walk into a spider's web.

Sam shuddered and brushed the imagined creepy crawlies out of his gray wolf fur. Lucky for him, the night had nothing to do with his arachnophobia and everything to do with that bench bolted to the ground directly across from where he stood.

It was wrought iron, painted a peeling green. Visually nothing more remarkable than any of the other dozen benches scattered around the park. But this particular bench was the focus of a local urban legend. Lover's Respite is what they called it. A place, where on the right day, at the right hour, you could witness two departed souls who took their own lives in this very park sit down on that bench. A momentary pause in their eternal wondering.

Sam did his research of course. There were a few accounts of bodies found over the last hundred years. A lot of them were possible suicides, no couples that he could find. But the urban legend had to come from somewhere, and Sam was willing to treat it optimistically.

Over the course of several weeks Sam managed to escape into this intriguing tale. He put off college work, he left his job at a florist shop early more than once, and happily - if only temporarily - became a social recluse. The discovery he made over that time was about to be tested.

His ears twitched. The sound of footsteps on the gravel path. At that moment the wolf found that he was more willing to believe in ghosts than he'd thought. A quick look at his phone told him it wasn't one o'clock yet. That was the earliest any reliable source reported seeing the ghostly lovers. The steps drew closer. His mind attached images of a shambling rotting corpse. What if the spirits took offence at his voyeurism? What if they were coming to get him?

Leave the GoPros and run, said the little voice in the back of his head. "Yes. Yes, that is exactly what I'll do," he whispered to himself and backed away from the coming noise. He spun on his heel and immediately saw the flaw in his plan. Running from the zombie would mean racing into the dark spider infested tunnel of sinister trees, and taking the winding trail through those woods.

"Gwaughnnn!"

Sam's heart skipped a beat. What the fuck was that! The steps were nearly close enough that their source should be rounding the corner illuminated by the too distant street lamp. One hundred percent sure that he no longer wanted to see a ghost, Sam gave a last look at the dark abyss. "Nope." He ran straight into the bushes that lined the path. It wasn't a big park, he reminded himself. This was a city. All he needed to do was make it about the length of a few blocks and he had to hit a road. Much safer to cut through the trees than taking the path.

Sam was not quite right. A few steps in and his foot caught an exposed root, sending him sprawling into the trunk of a tree and twisting his ankle. Sam howled in pain. He clenched his jaw and pulled at his leg. He screamed in pain. The sudden thrashing in the bushes brought a quick end to any sounds from him above a whimper. "OhGodohGodohGod!"

"I- I can't see you," a frantic, deep voice called out. "Hold on!"

A flash of light surprised the prone wolf. A fur shoved aside a sapling and Sam put his arm up to shield his eyes from the blinding light.

"Sorry," said the voice and the light was shined away. It took Sam's eyes a few moments to adjust but what he was looking at was not a zombie, it was a bear squeezing himself through the thick undergrowth. "Are you ok?"

Sam just nodded dumbly.

"I heard running, and then screaming. I thought you might..." he trailed off and Sam felt like an idiot.

"That was me," he felt his face heating up.

"Oh. Sh-should I call someone?"

"No. Please don't." Sam tugged at his leg again and groaned.

"Don't pull," the bear came closer and held out his phone for Sam to take. "Shine it at your foot so I can untangle it."

Sam was grateful for the light, it made him feel safe. He watched the bear's big hands pull apart the roots that trapped him. He whimpered when the bear took hold of his ankle and slid it free.

"Sorry," he said again.

"Don't be. I'm an idiot." Sam probed at his ankle. It hurt like hell but he didn't think it was broken.

"I doubt it," he smiled softly. "Um, I don't mean to be weird, but let me carry you out of the woods."

Sam was now doubly glad he was holding the bear's phone because he was positive he was blushing. "No, really. I think I can-" he started to get up but the slightest pressure on his left foot caused a searing spike of pain that collapsed him.

The bear moved in and scooped up the wolf. Sam was in no position protest no matter how humiliating it felt to be rescued like this.

"The ground is pretty uneven," said the bear, "put your arm around my neck in case I slip."

Sam hesitated but it wasn't likely the bear would give him a choice. "My name is Sam, by the way. Thank you for... saving me."

The bear guffawed. "That might be a little dramatic. It's not like you were pinned under a rock in the middle of a desert. I'm Collin," he awkwardly shifted his hands under the wolf but then decided the handshake could wait and instead opted for a polite smile.

Sam held up Collin's phone so the bear could use it like a head light as he maneuvered around the trees and shrubs. "Kind of late to be jogging," he commented.

Sam laughed bitterly. "Wasn't jogging. Just being an idiot."

"Dude, stop saying that."

Sam tightened his grip on the bear as they made it back to the path. He tried in vain not to build a mental picture of what Collin looked like under his loose gray v-neck, but having his body pressed against the ursine chest made that impossible.

'Made it," Collin sighed in relief. He moved toward the allegedly haunted bench.

"Wait! Can, can you just set me down on that log?"

Collin looked at the bench and then noticed the GoPros set up across from it. "Oh," he said like it all made sense now. As gently as he could manage, he set the wolf down on the fallen tree before taking a seat next to him. "Can I guess? You are an art major... second year, and this is your project for photography." He held up his fingers in quotations, but without malice, "long exposure of park bench at night. Celluloid, by Sam..."

Sam couldn't help but smile at that. "It's Sam Losven. And no, I'm not an art major."

"Darn. I'm usually good this."

"You got the college part right. But I'm studying botany."

Collin raised an eyebrow and gave another glance at the mounted GoPros. "Some sort of elusive flower that only blooms at night?"

Sam laughed again. "No. No, it's stupid."

"Oh come on. You've got me curious. Besides, talking will get your mind off your pain when I check your ankle."

"What!" Sam did not like the idea of more touching. He barely managed to keep from spring a boner while Collin carried him.

The bear put his hands up. "Just a precaution, I swear. But unless you want me to call an ambulance or carry you all the way to the emergency room, I've got to make sure you didn't break it."

"Why? I touched back there. It's not broken."

"You can't stand. That's not a good sign."

Sam's ears began to flatten. Collin was right. And Sam hated the idea of going to a hospital. "Ok."

"Great." Collin lifted Sam's leg onto his lap, slowly so the wolf didn't lose his balance and roll off the log. "Start talking. I bet I'm finished before your story's over."

Sam watched those big hands delicately untie his shoe. The unbidden urge to feel those hands in other places left Sam's throat feeling dry. "Ghosts," he blurted out. "I was looking for ghosts."

Collin stopped and stared. Sam held his breath, trying not to let himself feel too disappointed when the bear would decide he was crazy and start running.

"That is so cool," Collin said to a surprised Sam. "Like on those reality shows?"

"Sort of. I go on this amature forum and we see who can get the best evidence. Have you ever heard of Lover's Respite?" It worked. Sam was so distracted he didn't feel it when Collin got his shoe off.

"No. Is that a sex position?" He pinched the wolf's shin. No reaction beyond the bashful smile. "I'm kidding, Sam. Just keeping you occupied."

The wolf went on. He explained the urban legend and the pattern he discovered in the sightings. It was a convoluted pattern that needed a margin of error wider than an internet survey, but it was there. Based on seasons, the lunar calendar, prime numbers and the number of days since the last snowfall. Sam suddenly realized he was monopolizing the conversation. He got very quiet when he saw Collin had finished his inspection and was now just looking at him and absently scratching his sore ankle.

"I guess it's pretty weird when I say it out loud."

"Not at all. It's fascinating. And you'll be happy to know you've only sprained it." He patted the wolf's knee.

"Thank you. And I mean it. Most furs would have heard me screaming and turned right around." It was Collin's turn to blush and Sam had to admit it was a good look on the bear. "I guess I've taken up enough of your time."

Collin shrugged as he delicately put the wolf's shoe back on. "If you wouldn't mind the company, can I stay and see if anything turns up?"

"I would like that!" If it wasn't for the pain he was in, Sam would have kicked himself for the rabid desperation this bear was bringing out in him. Quick, change the subject. "Now that you know why I'm out here... why are you at the park in the middle of the night? Are you a super hero? You can tell me. I'm good with secrets."

Collin laughed. "Hardly! Actually I-"

"Can I guess?" Sam rubbed his chin and hummed. "Brave. Compassionate. Awake at this hour. You are... an EMT, but you don't drive the ambulance because you don't have a licence, otherwise you wouldn't be walking."

Collin's eyes widened. "Impressive."

"Did I get it right?" Sam asked excitedly.

"No," he chuckled. "You and I wish. I'm actually a dropout of the New Abilon Technical College's heating and air conditioning repair program, currently employed stocking shelves at the Megamart. And suffering from incurable insomnia, hence walking through the park after hours." Collin then yawned in a deep melancholy groan kind of way.

"So that's what that noise was!"

Collin laughed. "You think I was a ghost?"

"No," Sam folded his arms and pretended to pout. "Actually, I was thinking zombie."

Collin's laughter grew louder and Sam joined in. Finally gaining some control, Collin wiped a tear from his eye, "I'm sorry," he giggled, "that's not funny. I damn near broke your leg."

Sam waved it off. "My fault. I let my imagination get away from me sometimes."

They sat together in a companionable silence watching the empty bench across the way. The sounds of chirping crickets and the occasional late night traffic seemed to grow louder, echoing in the still air. Sam glanced at the bear and bit his lip. He didn't want him to leave, but making a move was never his strong suit. And what if Collin wasn't into males? Sam bit down harder and flinched. Too hard. He rubbed at his lip.

"Nice night," Sam forced himself to speak.

"It is. Best company I've had in awhile, too."

The wolf shifted, nearly losing his balance.

Collin took note of the reaction. "Are you seeing anyone? I'm not trying to pry, just making smalltalk."

"I am single," and suddenly feeling a need to change that, he left unsaid.

"What? A cute fur like you? Me, it's obvious I can't find Mr. Right, but you... C'mon. Total package. Funny, smart and cute."

Even it the dim moonlight Collin had to see the wolf blushing. Sam wouldn't have been surprised if the bear could even hear the thudding of his heart. "Would you believe It's been months since I was even on a date? Longer since I've had a kiss."

"I... could change that. If you want."

It was everything Sam could do not to moan."Which one?"

Collin shrugged. "Both?"

He nodded. Both. Slowly Sam leaned in, Collin meeting him halfway. And there, under the moonlight, across from a haunted bench, they shared a kiss.

"Whoa," Sam whispered. "I- I'm not usually this forward. I don't know what's come over me."

Collin pointed up. "Full moon. I think I read somewhere that it makes you wolves crazy. Loosens your inhibitions."

Sam tried not to laugh at the bear's belief in an old superstitions, after all Sam was the one spending the night in a park because of an urban legend. "You don't know a whole lot of wolves, do you?" Sam smiled.

"No. Not yet at least."

"Great. Because I know this one wolf, some say he's smart, funny and cute, who would just love to get closer to you." He slid closer.

"You are smooth," Collin put his arm around the wolf's back.

"Maybe it is the moon. I'm looking for ghosts, I'm running from zombies, I'm making dates." He looked up. "This moon... it's bright enough to..." Sam's eyes drifted down the bear's blunt, welcoming face, across those broad strong shoulders, over his defined pecs and abs, criminally hidden under the plain t-shirt. Sam didn't stop his lecherous gazing until he'd taken in the substantial bulge that seemed uncomfortably imprisoned in denim. To Sam's horror he couldn't stop himself from whimpering.

He turned away, mortified. But Collin's arm still held him. Sam felt the bear's other hand caress the side of his muzzle, and turn his head back with a finger. "Hey, I like it when my boyfriends are open with me. Don't hide what you want." He kissed him, softer and longer than the last one, their lips melding into one and parting with a wet smack. "I'm just throwing it out there," Collin said, "but my insomnia brings me here almost every night. For the last two years. And you are the first fur I've ran into out here."

"Oh... Oh!" Sam got it. With eyes firmly locked on the ursine's his hand made a slow tremulous reach, guided by the heavy heat of Collin's growing arousal. The tactile sensation he got from touching Collin drove him into a frenzy. He slid off the log and dropped to his knees. Collin spread his legs and worked his belt while the wolf pulled down the zipper, freeing the bear's cock.

"You are so big," Sam moaned and pressed his tongue to it. Collin's musky flavor flooded his senses. He delighted in the feel of Collin's cock as it pushed down on his tongue and forced its way down his throat, claiming him.

Collin held the back of sam's head, guiding the wolf and keeping him down longer with each pump. Sam could hear the bear growling until it was drowned out but the blood rushing in his ears.

This was by far the naughtiest thing Sam had ever done. He spent his days in a college classroom, or behind the counter at a flower shop and his nights on a paranormal activity forum, for goodness sake. But here he was sucking off a bear in the middle of a park. The wrongness of it all made him crazy with desire.

"OhGodohGodohGod!" Collin yelled in a decidedly different manner than Sam had. The wolf formed a vacuum tight seal, deep throating him like it was his sole purpose in life. As much as Collin wanted to drag the sensation out as long as he could, the wolf was just too talented. He pressed Sam down, holding him until he felt his throat muscles starting to spasm.

Sam started getting buzzed from the lack of oxygen. At the moment he thought he'd break, and absolutely have to struggle for his life, Collin came. Wave after wave pumped into the wolf's mouth until the bear let go.

Sam's head shot up and he gasped for air. Happy and worn out, just like Collin looked."That was," the bear panted, "that was amazing."

Sam stared as the bear slid down to the gravel and patted the log. Sam smiled and shook his head before falling onto his back in the middle of the path and spreading his legs.

"You sure?" asked Collin. "Could get dirty."

"I'm counting on it," Sam said. He kicked out of his shoes, sucking in a sharp breath at the pain in his ankle.

"Be careful, honey! Here let me get that." The bear crawled over to Sam and unfastened the wolf's pants, gently pulling them over the injured appendage.

Sam put his hands behind his head and grinned until he felt his face would split. Honey. He hoped the bear would call him that. He'd never had a pet name before... just like he'd never been fucked in public. This bear was already the best thing to happen to him in years and they'd known each other less than an hour. Maybe the full moon was having an effect on him after all.

"You're dripping," Collin chuckled. "Who's my horny wolfy?"

"Me, you big bad bear." Sam tried to push himself up on his elbows but the second that hot ursine maw enveloped him he lost control of his body. He was a puppet to the sensations the bear was bringing out. His moans started deep, every slurp from that flat rough tongue raising it until they were screams of ecstasy.

His hips bucked off the ground, lusting for the Collin to take him deeper. "You like that, honey?"

"Yes," Sam whimpered. "God, yes! C-call me that again."

Collin held down the wolf's wild hips. "Call you what? Honey?" His fingers stroked Sam's tightening sack.

"Mmmphm," Sam wiggled under the berage of pleasure. "Please! Please call me honey and fuck me!"

Collin's finger moved over the wolf's taint, tracing it down and rubbing the tight ring of muscles. "Here?"

Sam nodded.

"You know us bears can't say no to honey, my honey." He spit into his hands and started fingering Sam. The look on his face said it all and the bear leaned over him to pepper his chest with kisses.

Sam clawed at the bear's head, trying pull his big lover closer. The feel of those meaty ursine fingers stretching him, the smell of damp earth and sweat, the taste of Collin still on his lips. He wrapped his legs around Collin's waist. The second Collin took out his fingers Sam slammed himself onto the bear's cock.

The burn lit his nerves on fire and he howled. Collin's deep pistoning, spurred on by Sam's hunger, left the wolf dripping with precum, dampening his shirt. When he came, a geyser of ropey jizz marked both his and Collin's chest. The bear made a final few thrusts and a warm sensation of fullness soothed the inferno of Sam's lust.

Collin crawled next to Sam and they spooned.

***

Collin rolled to his side, looking over the length of his lover. "So, honey, did you see any ghosts while we were at it?"

Sam laughed. "I might have seen a flock of angels, but no. No ghosts."

"Aw. That's too bad. Maybe we're going to have to try this again sometime."

Sam grinned. He didn't really expect to find definitive proof of the supernatural - although the sex came close - but he couldn't say no to further investigations. "I think that's a fantastic suggest-" His words stopped dead as his eyes focused on something behind Collin.

Collin twisted his head. "What! What? I don't see anything..."

"The GoPros. They're pointed right at us."

Then Collin lept to his feet while Sam pulled his pants back on. Leaning on the bear he hobbled to the tripods and stared into the unblinking lenses. "Did... one of us..."

"No," Collin said. "We weren't near them."

They looked at each other a moment. Sam grabbed the nearest camera and turned it around so they could see the small display screen. It was still recording. Sam stopped it and cued the footage from the beginning. One hand found its way into the comforting grip of Collin's while the other fast forwarded to the point Sam ran past in fear for his life from what he thought was a zombie. He laughed nervously but Collin just squeezed his hand.

"Sorry about that," the bear kissed Sam on his head, neither took their eyes off the screen.

Sam slowed the video, his hand poised to stop it at the first sign of movement.

"There!" Collin pointed and Sam played it back. His eyes refused to believe it although he'd seen the grainy low-res videos his fellow paranormal enthusiasts always claimed to be the definitive evidence. An ethereal blue mist, hugging the ground, flooded out from the woods behind the bench, slithering forward. In front of the camera it began to rise and coalesce into... into a bipedal shape. It's arm, or at least what Sam thought of as an arm, reached out and the GoPro's field of view shifted until...

"Hey," said Collin, "that's us."

Sam blushed at the footage of their all out performance. Collin put his paw on the wolf's shoulder. "Not bad. We've got video of a ghost, and a little souvenir to commemorate our first time together.

Sam looked up at the bear next to him. "Tell me you're not one of those optimists," he smirked.

Collin shrugged. "Enh. You'll learn to love it." The bear leaned down and gave him a kiss. And Sam was pretty sure he already loved it.

A rustle of leaves snatched both their attentions. "C-collin, I was thinking. Maybe we try a different park next time. I read about a yeti sighting in one on the Eastside... could be fun, n-no?"

Collin scooped up Sam and slung him over his shoulder before grabbing the tripods. "Yup. Yeti's. Sounds like a date. Now let's get outta here!"