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Backroom Dealings By Green

All was dark and all was quiet in the office after hours. There weren't any crushing deadlines coming up, so no one was working overtime, and the only sounds were the whirring of fans in the air conditioning ducts and the ever-mysterious hum emanating from the vending machines. This stillness was broken when one of the stairwell doors opened up a crack and the head of an extremely nervous border collie peeked around the corner, looking around with his ears down. "Okay!" he whispered harshly, "The coast is clear!" He then yelped, startled, as the door was suddenly pushed open all the way and a taller man, a Shetland sheepdog, waltzed on in without the slightest hint of nervousness on his face. If anything, he looked slightly put off by his companion's behaviour. "Really, Alan? 'The coast is clear'?" the larger male murmured, "This may be against the rules, but it's not Mission: Impossible." Blushing, Alan frowned at him and sheepishly stood up straight, brushing down his clothes and straightening the bag slung over his shoulder, forcing his ears to stand upright as he did so. "Jeez, forgive me for being nervous, Barry," he grumbled, following along after the larger canine morphic, "I don't know about you, but I've never had to take drastic action to save my career before!" Alan was a habitually anxious collie of slightly below average height, exacerbated by poor posture. He wore a business suit, minus the jacket; his dark purple tie, a nice contrast with his flawlessly white shirt, was the only sign of rebellion against the mental image of the perfect office drone. Barry, meanwhile, wore the standard blue-and-black uniform of the corporate security guard. This particular office didn't handle billion-dollar deals or national security secrets, so the most dangerous things on his belt were a canister of mace and a taser, but the man himself was tall and buff, with a rather impressive resting bitchface, so despite the long, fluffy fur and handsomely effeminate features that were often confused with those of 'the Lassie breed', the rough collies, it was clear at a glance that this was not a man to mess with.

As they walked onto the office floor, the lights came up automatically, triggered by some hidden motion sensor, and Alan couldn't help but wince. Not seeing this, Barry looked around and sighed. "Sorry, Al, I don't mean to snap at you, this is stressful for me too," Barry admitted, with the slight reluctance and careful enunciation of a man who isn't used to explicitly sharing his feelings. This visibly helped Alan, who walked up and put his hand on the sheepdog's arm. Barry very briefly smiled down at him before returning his eyes to scanning the room. "I'm just saying, if the lights are off, nobody's here," Barry said, gesturing to the emptiness around them, "So we don't need to creep around like fucking ninjas breaking into a castle to kill the king." "Emperor," Alan said, "Japan has an Emperor." The guard made a face as they kept walking. "What? Whatever, man... Let's just do this," he said, and then sighed, his expression softening, "Honestly, the only thing I'm worried about is that there might be more fucking cameras around!" Barry looked up, searching the ceiling with a distinctly paranoid expression on his face. "I can't believe your boss would do this to you!" he muttered. Alan swallowed, his ears still flicking down occasionally as he forgot to concentrate on keeping them upright. "Jerry wouldn't just spy on us for no reason... S-somebody's been stealing a lot of supplies from around the office lately," he said, "And stuff is getting moved off people's desks now, people are starting to complain. I'm sure Jerry just put those cameras in to try and catch the thief, not... not what we did." Barry snorted in amusement and looked over his shoulder, lowering his voice. "Are you sure?" the larger male asked, facetiously, "Maybe management is cracking down on unprotected ass-fucking on company property. Gonna scold us and demand that we use condoms in all our at-work sodomy from now on."

Alan blushed again, letting out a canine whine as he ran a hand through his hair. "God, what if Jerry's already watched the footage? We're gonna get fired! We could get disowned!" He stopped walking and whimpered. "If this gets out, we're so hosed..." Noticing that his companion had stopped walking, Barry turned around, walked up to Alan, and put both hands on his shoulders. "Hey," the security guard said, more gently, "Relax, baby, take deep breaths. Nobody's getting fired over this because nobody's gonna find out. You're the IT wizard my Mom crows about every time she has coffee with Aunt Claire, after all, she makes it sound like you can do anything." Alan smiled softly and stood up a little straighter. "Well... I'm sure my Mom was exaggerating just a little... or maybe Aunt Rosie was..." the smaller man said, rubbing his arm, "But I suppose I am pretty good." "Good enough to pull some strings and get me this job," Barry replied, "Or did you go above and beyond for me, and now you owe everyone favours, because I'm your cousin?" He raised a hand and caressed Alan's cheek with a gentleness that would surprise someone who didn't know the sheepdog. Alan smiled a little wider and nuzzled against that hand. "...Or is it because we're more than that, Alan?" Barry breathed, a soft, warm look coming over his face as he gazed into the smaller male's eyes. The two canines held that pose for a long moment, and then, remembering they were in a semi-public area, reluctantly let it fall away, continuing into the cubicle farm part of the office.

"I... I got you this job because you were in a bad way for money, and I was worried about, you know, the future..." Alan murmured, forcing himself not to use the words 'our future together', "Not so I could have my cousin-slash-boyfriend around all day while I was working." The border collie groaned, blushing again as he remembered their passionate tryst. "And definitely not so I could sneak off during company hours and - and..." He couldn't even bring himself to say it. Barry helpfully leaned over and filled in the blank. "Have your studly older cousin fuck your tight rump in the paper room?" His face beet red, Alan glared at his lover, who smiled angelically at him. "Yes, Barry, that," the collie said through clenched teeth, only to cover his face with both hands and let out a groan of despair. "Jesus, the things we did... the things we said..." "Hey, I told you," the sheepdog interjected, "That camera was way too small to record audio, we're in the clear as far as dialogue goes." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Nobody heard anybody moan like a girl when his prostate got pressed, or somebody else making embarrassing noises when he came." Despite himself, Alan chuckled, since it had been a pretty good time until their afterglow was interrupted by the discovery of a hidden camera. He gestured to the cubicle they were passing, which bore a simple cardboard label reading 'Alan R. McIntyre'. "You said you wanted to bend me over my desk right then and there, as I recall," Alan said, "and the cameras out here are full-sized... not to mention there being people around who could have heard you say that. Where was your worry then?" Barry grinned sheepishly. "Nobody checks the audio unless there's an incident," he protested weakly, "And, um... Look, with all the stories you hear about this place, I figured people would just look the other way. I almost walked in on these two guys doing The Deed a while ago, right in a cubicle. One of them was this cute rabbit from the fifth floor, I figured he was a tail-raiser. Dunno who the other guy was, I was on the wrong side of the cubicle to get a nice view. Figured I shouldn't interrupt, got the hell out of there before they saw me." "What is it with this office and all the fucking?" Alan grumbled as they finally came to their destination, an ornate wooden door with 'Jeremiah N. Briskwood' engraved on it in silvery letters. "I always thought I was above that kinda shit... and then you come in and start nibbling my ears and whispering sweet nothings when I'm trying to solve the third floor's email problem." Barry opened the door with his security keycard, and then as Alan walked into the office, the larger male grinned and playfully smacked him on the ass, earning a yelp. "Come on, Al, you needed a break from that email stuff anyway. You know you loved it just as much as I did," Barry teased, his tail starting to wag as the door closed behind them.

"Leave the lights off," Alan said, "If someone comes onto the floor, I don't want them to see the lights on in here after Jerry's out for the day." He somewhat reluctantly sat down in his boss' leather-bound chair, then pulled his own laptop out of the carrying case slung over his shoulder; the screen dimly lit up his face like a hacker in a 90's movie as he turned the machine on. "So, Barry," the collie said, without looking, "not that I doubt your abilities or anything, but you did do something about the main cameras, right? It's not like sneaking into the boss' office is much better than having sex on company time..." Barry nodded, crossing his arms and standing behind Alan. "Yep, put the system into a maintenance cycle before I checked out," he replied, "I... kinda didn't know I had the authority to do that by myself. If anyone asked, I did it cause the screens went screwy, but it turned out I was just jiggling a power cable with my feet." Missing the humour there, Alan just nodded absently as he looked around the desk. "No way I'll be able to get into Jerry's computer without his password, but I have a feeling... Okay!" Spying what he was looking for, he reached under the desk and retrieved a large black box, unadorned by labels, with a few cables running from it to the computer on the desk. The border collie unplugged those cables and plugged them into his laptop. "Jerry has no normal use for a remote server, I'd bet dollars to doughnuts that this is where those cameras are sending all their data," he muttered, mostly to himself. "Alright, system access... Bingo! Security feeds!" the collie said, grinning, "Looks like he's got these cameras scattered around the office. Huh. There isn't one in here." "People must not have been stupid enough to steal from the boss," Barry opined. "Is this gonna take long?" "Oh, heck no," Alan said, waving dismissively, clearly more relaxed now that he was in his element, "I just need to bring up the paper room camera - oop, there we go - and I can do it right now." The coder hesitated a moment, then looked over his shoulder, grinning sheepishly. "Uhh, you wanna look at the footage before we delete it?" he asked, as his tail began to wag. Barry chuckled. "Now that you mention it, I'd love to."

Chuckling to himself, Alan cued up the file containing their little escapade and skipped to the appropriate timestamp. Immediately, Barry McIntyre stepped into the paper room, leading his cousin Alan by the hand, both men grinning excitedly and their tails wagging madly, not just from arousal but also from adrenaline, from the sheer naughtiness of what they were about to do. As their recorded counterparts began making out on the screen with the enthusiasm of teenagers about to lose their virginities, Barry glanced at his cousin. "Hey, Al, uh, I know I'm no expert, and I can't speak to whether or not your boss knows what he's doing, but, uh..." He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Won't it be pretty freaking obvious that someone was messing with his system when he finds some of the footage missing?" Making the voyeuristic view of the canines undressing each other shrink into a window, Alan brought up another one and began typing out code that, to Barry, might as well have been written in ancient Sumerian. "Yes, that would be a dead giveaway, but I'm cleverer than that," Alan said, "I'll just generate some garbage files and copy the filenames over. The system will read them as corrupted video files. With any luck, he'll just think something went wrong transferring the data to the remote server." Squatting down next to the chair to get a better view of the screen, Barry put his arm around the smaller male and squeezed his shoulders affectionately. "You really do know your stuff, don't you?" he murmured, sounding genuinely impressed. "Shit, Al, you've always been so much smarter than me, I find it hard to believe our moms are sisters..." Alan chuckled self-consciously. "Yeah, well, you got lucky, you got Uncle Harry's build, you and your sister make my family look like puny dweebs." He sighed as he finished generating a masterpiece of useless code. "You were the one winning ribbons in track and field when we were in school, and I was the dork with the thick-ass glasses and an inhaler, writing the newsletter for the chess club," Alan muttered, "I'm amazed you even talked to me." Barry leaned in and nuzzled against his cheek. "Oh, don't be like that," he chastised his lover, "You turned out just fine, and you know it. You bagged a stud like me, didn't you?" Alan snickered, and when he glanced at Barry, the Shetland sheepdog grinned and winked.

About thirty seconds later, the larger male blinked and pointed at the screen. "Rewind it a little?" Barry said, in the tone of a question. Alan did so, and it brought the footage back to both of them in their underwear, hands eagerly wandering each other's bodies. Barry started pulling his undershirt over his head, and Alan took advantage of his lover's momentary blindness to drop to his knees, tug the security guard's underwear down, and start licking and nuzzling at his sheath. Barry took a step back from surprise, and within seconds, before he'd even freed himself from his shirt, the head of his prick popped into view, sliding up like lipstick from a tube. "Jesus, that was hot..." Barry murmured, "I love it when you're all spontaneous like that..." Without taking his eyes off the screen, he began kneading and rubbing the shoulder his hand was resting on, and Alan shivered, starting to get turned on watching the video record of the two dogs preparing for what would turn out to be incredibly satisfying sex. Except... "You know what I didn't love?" Alan murmured, "When you pulled out at the end and came all over my face without asking." Barry sighed and reached back with his free hand to rub at his neck. "I'm sorry, Alan, I - I said I was sorry at the time, even licked it off your face myself," he said, "I told you I was gonna make it up to you, didn't I?" "It's not just the surprise facial, it's..." Alan bit his lip and looked over at Barry. "...On Wednesday, you said, and I quote, 'the next time we do it, I'm gonna tie with you, I promise'. Why won't you tie with me, Barry? You - you do love me, don't you?" Before Barry could speak, the smaller male averted his eyes. "I'm sorry, I know that's not a fair question," Alan whispered, "It's just... you told me I was the One..."

In canine culture, there was a very old tradition that said that men who were born with Inherited penises had a sacred duty to their ancestors to refrain from letting their knots slip into their lovers unless the man in question was absolutely certain that this person was the one that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, his one true mate. In modern times, some canines had let this tradition fall by the wayside, and vulpines had never really followed it to begin with, so there were plenty of canids out there who saw tying with a lover as nothing more than a particularly intimate and erotic way to finish off the act of lovemaking. This was certainly not the case with Alan and Barry's families, however, and so Barry's reluctance to tie with Alan made him feel insecure, to worry if his lover was having second thoughts. Now, as Alan looked away, Barry frowned and lowered his ears. "Come on, baby, you know I couldn't just tie you during office hours," Barry said, reaching out and briefly stroking the other male's cheek, "We'd be noticed if we were missing for an extra half an hour. But, uh..." he sighed and nodded slowly, "Aw, hell, you're right, even at home, I've been afraid to commit. There, I said it." His tone grew softer, warmer. "You mean the world to me, Al, it's just that making you my mate is a big step, the biggest one we've ever taken, and that... kinda scares me. I promise I'll man up soon." He leaned in to nuzzle against the other male's cheek, and with a soft smile, Alan nuzzled back, but he shyly kept his eyes on the video. "Thank you..." he whispered, "Hearing you say that helps a lot." "Now, how can I make it up to you, love?" Barry whispered. The collie studied the screen for a while, watching the two of them going at it on top of the table to the side of the paper room. The camera had an embarrassingly good angle of the two dogs rutting each other senseless, you could clearly see Barry's rigid prick thrusting in and out of Alan's rear, though the actual point of penetration was tastefully hidden by the angle of the border collie's leg. Alan's own prick was fully out of its sheath, lying against his stomach, angry and red, while Barry gently stroked his fingers up and down its length. The coder had fully unbuttoned his shirt and taken his tie off, so that when he blew his load, he wouldn't get any telltale jism on his clothes. "Barry? ...Is watching this getting you hot too?" Alan asked, softly.

Barry chuckled softly, one ear twitching. "Well, sure," he admitted, "You take my dick like a champion, and I could watch it all night long. But -" Alan turned to the larger male and smiled devilishly as he interrupted him. "That first time, our afterglow kinda got spoiled by realizing we were on Candid Camera... and by having to go back to work before anyone noticed." This time, he left out the part where Barry had ejaculated on his face, and the sheepdog seemed silently grateful for that. "But it's just the two of us on this whole floor..." Alan observed, pushing back his glasses with one finger, and then using that same finger to touch his lover's lips and trail it down Barry's body, teasing it along the buttons on his security uniform. "We could make up for that rude interruption, and this time, we can even take our time!" Alan reached out and started playfully loosening Barry's tie, and the Shetland sheepdog swallowed. "H-here? Now? Alan, we're in your boss' office!" he pointed out nervously, "That chair alone probably cost a thousand dollars, what if we get spunk on it?" Slipping off that chair and onto his knees, Alan pulled himself in close and licked the other dog's cheek, his tail wagging energetically. "There's no hidden camera in here, we checked the server ourselves, and if we make a mess, well, then you can be a good boy, just like you were this afternoon, and lick it up for us," he teased, "Come on, cuz, what's a big, tough man like you nervous about?" Leaning in even closer, Alan whispered in the other man's ear, his words barely audible. "I want you inside me." As he spoke, Alan reached down and cupped a hand over the sheepdog's package, revealing that the sheepdog's prick had already started to peek out of his sheath. Barry groaned, a long, sustained ohhhh_sound, and Alan languidly began to lick at his lover's neck and sensitive throat. "You _bastard," the guard breathed, making no effort to stop the smaller male's clever fingers as they began to unbutton his shirt, "You know I can't resist the dirty talk..." "Then let me add that we can go straight home after this," Alan teased, "We don't have to hide the mess, no coming into our hands or pulling out... God, I want you so bad, you stud, I wanna feel this beautiful cock of yours pumping hot come under my tail, for safekeeping, and I want to feel it there all the way home." "You're making me crazy..." moaned the taller man, who passively let Alan open his shirt and begin running his hands through the fluff on his chest, "God, I need you so bad, Alan... Th-this round isn't going to be enough. I'm going to want you at home, too." Alan grinned from ear to ear as Barry reached up and started undoing the coder's own clothes, signalling Alan's victory. "I was going to suggest that myself," the collie glibly replied. "C-can you wear those panties you got for my birthday, and the short skirt? Please?" Barry requested, "Jesus fucking Christ, they make your ass look so good..." "Deal," Alan agreed, standing up, "Now let's get these clothes off before we both go crazy..."

Within seconds, Alan's pants fell to the floor, and he was in Barry's arms, the two men kissing like it was going out of fashion, blindly undressing each other as they gasped and moaned at the playful touches they teased each other with. Barry lingered long enough to retrieve a small travel bottle of personal lubricant from his pocket before unceremoniously ditching his own trousers. The smaller male broke off the kiss long enough to pout at his lover. "I hate that you brought lube to work, like you knew I couldn't resist you," Alan murmured, "...And I love that you brought lube to work, like you knew I wouldn't really want to." As Alan's shirt fell open, Barry leaned in and nipped at the spot where Alan's neck met his shoulder, and the border collie gasped with pleasure. "Hey, you learn to read a guy, loverboy," Barry teased, "I'm helpless against dirty talk, and you turn to pudding when I work the pressure points." He leaned in again and began kissing at his cousin's throat and shoulder as Alan moaned softly. "Damn your magical hands..." "You know you love it," Barry cooed, as he slipped one hand down into Alan's tight boxers, gripping his treasures possessively, running his fingers along the coder's swelling sheath, teasing at the head of his prick as it slipped out. "God yes," the collie moaned, shuddering as his boxers were tugged away. Barry pulled his lover into his arms and lifted him up, laying Alan on the desk on his back. "Wait, right here on Jerry's desk?" the smaller male asked, looking uncertain for the first time, "I meant against the wall or on the floor or something! Won't he, you know, smell us here afterwards?" "What species is Jerry again?" Barry asked, as he played with Alan's sheath, encouraging his cock to slip free. "He's human," Alan replied, sitting up and tugging down his cousin's underwear so he could return the favour and start fondling him. "Perfect," chuckled the Shetland sheepdog, "their sense of smell is crap, he wouldn't pick up our musk if we rubbed our balls across his entire desk." Alan giggled at the mental image, and smiled at his lover's confidence. But somewhere inside him, something else was stirring...

Barry raised the lube, but Alan slipped out of his grasp and rolled over onto his stomach. "Not so fast..." he murmured, "I didn't get the chance to properly savour this last time..." Leaning in, he pressed his nose into his lover's genitals, nuzzling back and forth between Barry's sheath and balls and inhaling deeply of his musky scent. Alan moaned softly as his tail wagged energetically. The head of Barry's dick had popped out to say hello, but it seemed content to stay that way, so Alan did a little coaxing, licking playfully at the crown and then taking it into his mouth and suckling on it. "Oh - oh Jesus fuuuuuck..." the Shetland sheepdog moaned, instinctively clutching the back of his lover's head. Alan teased at Barry's cock with the tip of his tongue, shivering as it began to respond to his touch. He loved how kinky it felt to put his mouth right at the end of his lover's sheath and feel the larger male's hard dick sliding out from its pouch, directly into his warm mouth. Intoxicated on the handsome sheepdog's musk, Alan moaned around his mouthful as Barry's penis reached its full length and kept getting harder and fatter. As he suckled, Alan reached down to start stroking his own prick, which began leaking pre-come as he teased his fingers along the sensitive underside. After a few moments, though, Barry whimpered with need. "A-Alan, please, I don't wanna come yet, I wanna have you first..." he begged, lowering his ears. Alan stubbornly let out a huff through his nostrils, refusing to surrender his prize. Barry could have effortlessly pulled his dick out of Alan's mouth, and yet he did nothing except squirm for a few moments as the smaller male continued to enjoy his treat. "You're dripping pre onto your boss' desk, you know," the sheepdog finally said, reminding his lover where they were, and that did the trick. Alan started slightly, which was an odd sensation with a fat cock in his mouth, and shot back to a kneeling position, leaving his cousin's manhood glistening with saliva. "Oops!" Alan said, wiping his mouth off and blushing, "S-sorry Jerry..." Barry waved dismissively as he looked down at the pre. "That'll wipe right up, he'll never notice," he assured Alan, "And if he does, well..." He glanced down at his erection. "If you put that much effort into it, I'm sure he'll keep you around." Alan made a face and let out a laugh-groan as he briefly imagined himself giving his boss a blowjob, then he lightly bapped his cousin in the arm.

Grabbing a tissue from a box on Jerry's desk, Alan made the pre-come disappear, and then, after taking off his glasses and setting them carefully down, way off to the side, he lay down on his back, his butt right at the edge of the desk. His tail hung down, wagging just as energetically despite being upside-down, and he lifted and spread his legs eagerly as Barry approached with the lube. "Mmmm, hurry, I need it," Alan whined as the sheepdog squeezed the lube onto his fingers, "All this teasing has gotten me worked up!" Barry just chuckled to himself. First he slathered some gel onto his prick, then he leaned forward and teased two fingers against the collie's anus. Alan whimpered with need, his legs twitching as his lover just rubbed his fingers up and down, but before he reached the 'begging shamelessly' stage of desperation, Barry indulged him, pressing his fingers into the smaller male's tight backside. "God, yes..." Alan moaned, shuddering. He loved this part... not as much as coaxing Barry's dick out into his mouth, to be sure, and definitely not as much as an actual dicking, but there was something about the confident grin Barry always had on his face as he lubed up his lover, the teasing and rubbing of those fingers wiggling about within him, the acute anticipation of what was to follow... "Fuck, I love being a bottom..." the collie sighed happily, clenching his inner walls down on those probing digits. "Could have fooled me..." Barry muttered, rolling his eyes. "What was that?" Alan asked, grinning eagerly. "Nothing!" the Shetland sheepdog was quick to reply. "Damn straight..."

Soon, Alan's rump was nice and slick, and Barry pulled out, approaching even closer with his dick in his hand. Barry stared at his cousin's anus like it was the only thing he'd ever wanted in his life, like to look at anything else was the highest folly. The border collie always got a perverted thrill from seeing his lover stare at him with such open, wanton desire. And yet... Barry carefully lined himself up and moved in, and at the except moment the tip of his penis came into contact with Alan's inviting back door, the smaller male swung his legs forward and closed his thighs on either side of Barry, hard, holding him in place. Actually_feeling_ Alan's entrance against the crown of his prick was like seeing a glimpse of heaven from hell, and Barry let out a canine whine of pure need. "Wh-what...?" the larger male asked, pouting. Alan winked lasciviously at him. "Let me hear you beg," he teased, breathily. "Oh - oh come on, Al, I -" "If you want in, you gotta ask nicely," interrupted Alan, "Come on, be a good pup." "Aww, man, why do you always make me say embarrassing shit?" groaned the sheepdog, "I thought you said you needed it too!" "Oh, you know you love it. Hey, you came on my face without even asking," Alan countered, "You asked me how you could make it up to me, right?" Barry blushed and his pout increased, but he also lowered his ears submissively. "...Please, Alan, please let me put it in," Barry whimpered, his tone genuine, "I need you so bad it almost hurts..." He threw in a plaintive whine for good measure, and Alan churred, spreading his legs again. "Mmmm, good boy, I love hearing you say things like that..." the border collie murmured, smiling at his lover through half-lidded eyes. Grabbing the programmer firmly by the hips, Barry grinned mischievously at the eager collie before driving himself forward, burying his rigid length in Alan's backside all the way to the hilt in a single powerful thrust. Alan just barely had time to clench his teeth shut to prevent himself from yelping out loud, shuddering at the feeling of all that dick suddenly ramming into his body. If Alan wasn't so experienced with taking it in the rear, and if they hadn't both been lubed up already, that would have hurt like a motherfucker. It still stung more than a little, but it was one of those paradoxical good hurts, the kind that sent shivers down the collie's spine. Smiling defiantly at the larger male, Alan raised a single eyebrow. "Is it in yet?" he asked, facetiously, "You don't need to wait, sweetie." Barry snorted in surprise, and shook his head even as his grin widened. "Bitch!" the surprised sheepdog laughed, clearly not genuinely offended, "Fucking dommy bottoms..."

Alan was normally rather shy and had a nervous disposition, something that wasn't entirely uncommon for computer programmers and smaller dogs alike. And yet, somehow, whenever he made love with his cousin, he found himself filled with an energetic, playful confidence. It certainly made things more interesting, that's for sure. "Well, are you going to fuck me, or aren't you?" he asked, "Cause if you're just there to admire the view, I can take care of myself..." Barry growled at him, but Alan knew that Barry liked to let the smaller male run his mouth like that, that the playful challenges turned him on. "Ohhhh, I'll take care of you, alright!" the sheepdog said, pulling back and driving himself forward, starting the delicious thrusting rhythm both of them had been dying for. Alan sighed with pleasure as he felt his lover's hard cock rubbing against his slick inner walls. "God, yes, that's more like it..." Alan chuckled, shuddering as his rump began to meet Barry's pelvis with an audible slapping sound. "Mmmm, that's it, fuck me, big guy, I love it..." Barry responded by bending over the smaller male and biting at the skin on Alan's shoulder. The border collie cried out in pleasure as a dollop of pre-come oozed down to his stomach. The programmer whimpered with barely-restrained ecstasy as his lover thrust into him again and again, dragging his prick back until only the pointed tip remained inside and then reversing direction, shoving his proud length back into his cousin's eagerly welcoming backside. Each time Barry hilted himself, Alan would moan softly and clench down on the dick buried inside him. "Nnngh, this is s-so good, baby," Alan moaned, gripping the other male's back, "Harder, harder, make me proud!" The challenges and teasing tended to ease off once he was being properly rutted like this, but it was still clear which one of them wore the metaphorical pants in the metaphorical bed. "That's it, that's it, put your back into it!" Alan laughed, rolling his hips against the other canine's thrusts. "Ohhh, Barry..." the talkative collie sighed, "I love you..." Barry released the flap of loose skin he held lightly between his front teeth and licked the side of Alan's muzzle affectionately. "I love you too, cuz," he murmured, "Even if you are a bitch in the sack." Alan chuckled and nipped at the larger male's nose. "Shut up and kiss me!"

The two men made out like teenagers at the back of a movie theatre, their wide, flat tongues slipping into each other's muzzles and intertwining, exploring each other's mouths as Barry continued to drive himself into his lover's tight rear. His balls gently slapped against Alan's buttocks on each thrust, marking the tempo of their tryst, while their tails both wagged madly as they made Jerry's desk lightly rock back and forth. After long minutes of thrusting and panting, occasionally breaking off the kiss so one of them could moan or gasp or cry out in pleasure, Alan pushed his lover up and away. "W-Wait, Barry..." Alan managed. "Oh, are you gonna come, babe?" Barry replied, smiling. Alan shook his head. "N-no, I don't wanna come, not yet..." he reached up and caressed the larger male's cheek. "How about you lie down, and I treat you to some cowgirl?" the border collie suggested, invitingly, "I wanna ride your fat, hard cock until I shoot all over you, mark you with hot come so the whole world knows you're mine..." It would hardly be the first time they'd used the cowgirl position, nor would it be the first time Alan had ejaculated on his cousin at the end of The Deed. Alan just loved saying things like that. Barry just chuckled. "Why do you think I painted your face earlier, sweet cheeks?" the sheepdog asked, daringly. Shooting Barry an expression that attempted to look grumpy but failed to hide his adorable smile, Alan leaned up and nipped at his cousin's face. "Smart-ass," Alan replied, "I should teach you some manners." The muscular sheepdog leaned in, thrusting gently and grinding his knot teasingly against his lover's entrance. "Mmmm, please do!"

After the two men exchanged a quick peck on the lips, Barry pulled out, with obvious reluctance, and stepped back from the desk to give Alan room, his prick glistening with lube in the dim light. Alan eyed his lover's knot hungrily, biting his lip at how much he ached to feel it inside him, but he said nothing as he hopped off the desk and gestured to the flat wooden surface as though it were the most inviting bed in the world. The larger male climbed up and lay on his back, eager to keep going, his cock bouncing and swaying with his movement. Before he'd even completely settled in, Alan climbed up on the other side of the desk and crawled over with supreme confidence, his own prick standing tall and proud, drooling thin strands of pre, the fur around his entrance shining with traces of Barry's lube, and his tail wagging hard enough to make his butt sway just slightly as he stood there with his hands on his hips, a smirk on his black-and-white face as he watched Barry get into position. When the Shetland sheepdog was ready, Alan took in the sight with an approving nod. "Now then, let me show you how it's really done!" the smaller male teased as he threw a leg over Barry's body and started lowering himself, moving with an ease and speed that came from the two of them sharing a particular fondness for the cowgirl position. Soon, Alan was straddling his lover's waist, his tail raised high in the air as he reached down and took hold of Barry's dick, holding it straight up like a flagpole while he carefully maneuvred himself over it. Hoping to hold onto his 'sexy power bottom vibe', as Barry called it, Alan tried to keep his composure as the pointed tip touched his entrance again and slipped inside even more easily than before. As he pushed his hips down, impaling himself on his cousin's rigid cock, though, the collie couldn't help but shudder hard and moan softly into the night. God, he loved the feeling of that red rocket pushing deeper and deeper into his backside, forcing his inner walls to spread to make room for itself... If Barry hadn't moaned at the exact same time, lowering his ears and trembling as he was hilted in the smaller male, Alan might have been embarrassed.

Wiggling his hips, enjoying the way that fat dick moved inside him, Alan made himself comfortable atop his lover, his tail beginning to wag again as he found himself unable to hide his pleasure. He didn't quite relax his legs completely, so that Barry's thick knot remained safely outside him - not that he didn't think about doing it anyway for about a tenth of a second, as he often did when he was on top - but he was still quite comfy once he got settled into position. That done, Alan leaned forward to rest his arms against the sheepdog's muscular chest, and grinned playfully into Barry's eyes. "There, isn't that better, sweetie?" he asked, reaching out to boop the other dog's nose, "You just let me do all the work." Alan giggled as he looked around. "God, I still can't believe we're doing this on Jerry's desk... or that I'm so turned on! All this musk... human or not, we'd better leave a window open when we leave!" Alan kept an innocent expression on his face as he clenched down on his lover's manhood, and Barry whimpered with need, squirming beneath the smaller male. "Nnnnfff... C'mon, Al," he whined, "You're making me crazy!" He put his hands on the collie's hips, trying to lift him and encourage Alan to start riding him, but Alan just lightly swatted his hands away. "Just a second, baby," Alan teased, "I wanna see this part..." He gestured to the laptop, where the video clip was reaching its big finish. Just a few moments after Barry turned his head to watch, in fact, his counterpart on the screen suddenly pulled out, leaving a surprised look on Alan's face, right before the guard put a foot up on the table they were making use of, thrust his hips forward, and frantically stroked his prick as it began to throb and pulse, spurting jets of thick, hot come onto the smaller male's face. Barry threw his head back as he came, looking on the silent footage like a wolf howling into the night, but he'd actually been clenching his teeth and making strangled, choking noises, trying desperately not to cry out his pleasure loud enough for the entire office to hear. Alan's surprise quickly changed to full-on shock as Barry's cream painted his face and started soaking into his fur, but the collie had been stroking his own dick the whole time they'd been making love, and as Barry came and came, Alan's expression melted away into bliss as he reached an orgasm of his own, ejaculating copiously all over his chest and stomach, with the wet, gooey seed shooting up as far as past his nipples as he twitched and shuddered beneath the sheepdog.

"Holy fuck..." Barry whispered, practically in awe, "That's so hot..." He twitched and grinned nervously, his ears flattening again. "I mean, it was very disrespectful and I should have asked first!" the sheepdog corrected. Alan chuckled and reached down to caress his lover's cheek. "Good boy," he teased, "But it's okay, we've put that to bed." His smile widened, and he giggled, adding "Besides, you were right the first time, that was really hot... We'll just have to outdo it!" The collie leaned over - making Barry whimper with desire as his tool moved about inside the smaller male - and hit a couple keys on his laptop. "Lemme start this thing over, bit of 'inspiration' on the side." "Alaaaan..." whined the sheepdog. "Mmmm, sorry sweetie, didn't mean to drag it out like that," Alan murmured, running a hand down the side of his lover's muzzle soothingly, "Ten more seconds and I'll go crazy, so let's get started!" With that, Alan pushed against the desk beneath him, raising himself up off the larger male's dick, only to reverse direction at the last second and drive himself down onto it again. As Alan kept the motion going, riding up and down on Barry's rod, both dogs groaned with pleasure and relief. "Ohhh, that's so much better..." the guard panted. He clearly meant 'now that you're moving', but that didn't stop his playful lover from using the opportunity to tease him. "Than when you're on top?" Alan suggested, "Oh, I agree, I get to show you how a real man does it!" Barry moaned, and Alan grinned ferally down at him. "I wonder what your p-pals in security would say if they knew just how s-subby you are during sex," the programmer teased, "It's like as s-soon as you get it in me, you're giving it to me..." He laughed delightedly and continued "In fact, say that f-for me, Barry-baby, say your cock is m-mine, say it belongs to me! Oh, p-please, please? It'll be sooooo hot..." A squirt of pre slipped out to drip onto Barry's stomach unnoticed as the Shetland sheepdog smiled shyly and averted his eyes, his ears flat and his cheeks burning. "My... my dick belongs to you, baby!" Barry cried, eagerly playing along with his lover's game. Alan giggled delightedly and scratched the sheepdog behind the ears. "Good boy, Barry, good boy!"

Alan rode the sheepdog's iron-hard cock for a while longer in silence aside from the sighs and pants, but then he grew doubtful and lowered both his ears and his voice. "Uh, you know I'm j-just kidding when I say shit like that during sex, right?" he muttered, self-consciously, "C-cause I would never really insult you to your face like that, and I wouldn't want this t-to be one of those master-slave relationships like you h-hear about online, and - and..." Barry reached up and scratched the smaller male under the chin, shutting off his train-of-consciousness worrying. "Alan, Alan, Alan..." Barry replied, "I know you love me, and if it really bugged me, I'd have told you by now." Alan smiled in relief, his tail wagging harder again. "Oh, good," he said, "Nice to hear that, love... B-besides, to be fair, if your d-dick belongs to me, then..." he looked away and smiled self-consciously, and in that specific gesture, there was a strong family resemblance. "...Then my ass b-belongs to you, Barry. And I wouldn't have it any other way!" Barry laughed happily and reached up, scratching the collie under the chin. "You and me both, Al," he said, giving the smaller male's rump a playful swat. After a moment, Barry bared his teeth with a dangerously attractive smile. "Plus, I'm like twice your weight, cuz," he added, "If you actually pissed me off during sex with all your t-teasing and shit, I'd just roll you over, pin you down, and fuck you so hard you couldn't sit comfortably for three days!" To his chagrin, Alan couldn't contain the moan of desire he felt from those words; deep down, he secretly loved the rare occasions when Barry took control, though he'd never admit it. Blushing as Barry chuckled knowingly, Alan frowned cutely and lied through his teeth. "Sh-shut up, I hit my prostate on that one, is all..." "Whatever you say, baby, whatever you say."

Alan rode his cousin's dick eagerly and energetically, his buttocks meeting Barry's thighs with pleasing slaps every time he drove himself down again, almost like when they did it missionary-style. Barry had moved his hands to grip and knead his cousin's ass, pushing on it to give Alan's down-strokes a little more oomph. The border collie had let up on the teasing for a while, focusing instead on the delicious sensations of the moment, the secret, taboo love he shared with his cousin, the raw intimacy of riding him like this, and of course, the perverse thrill of taking it under the tail on right on top of his boss' desk. "God, this is s-so good..." Alan panted, "Fuuuuuck..." Barry's response was an unintelligible groan of pleasure, but it sure sounded like he agreed. The whole time he was riding the larger male, Alan's prick was bouncing up and down, neglected, in an almost comical fashion, flinging drops of pre hither and yon. Since the programmer had closed his eyes to savour the moment, he was caught off-guard when his lover took a hand off his tush and grabbed hold of Alan's turgid cock. "Oh - Oh!" the coder gasped, shuddering, as his cousin began to lovingly stroke his sensitive flesh. The pre-come immediately began to flow more freely, drooling over Barry's knuckles in the process, and Alan whimpered happily. "Hey, Al," Barry said, softly, "Does it count as g-giving you the reach-around if it's f-facing me?" "Nnngh, shit, if I say yes, d-do you promise not to s-stop?" Alan managed. Barry laughed and gave his lover's ass a playful swat. "Only if you return the favour, baby!" Barry said, eagerly, and the collie realized he'd been so distracted by the hand on his penis that he'd stopped moving. Grinning ferally, he began to ride Barry's cock again, gripping the larger male's chest fur tightly. "Oh God, yes..." he sighed, "Let's finish this together!"

From there out, Alan redoubled his efforts, moving faster and harder as he bounced up and down in his lover's lap, enthusiastically sheathing the sheepdog's rigid prick inside him again and again, both men gasping and panting fairly regularly as the pleasure built up and up and up. Alan had moved his hands to Barry's shoulders, to let him lean down closer to the man he loved, and Barry was rewarding him by stroking and teasing the collie's dick just the way he liked it. "Nnnfff... I'm - I'm getting so c-close, Barry," Alan whimpered, "Are you - are you there too?" Barry said nothing for a long moment, so Alan opened his eyes to see Barry biting his lip hesitantly. "What is it, B-Barry-baby?" Alan asked, grinning as best he could under the strain, "You wanna ask my p-permission to come?" The guard swallowed, his ears flat against his head, and then he forced himself to speak. "Wait, Al, I - I..." Barry started, and then, with a deep breath, he tried one more time. "Oh God, Alan, tie with me!" the Shetland sheepdog blurted out, "Before we finish, t-tie with me!" That stopped Alan dead in his tracks, so to speak. His eyes grew as wide as saucers, and he gasped from surprise instead of pleasure. "Barry, a-are you sure?" he asked, softly, "Like, really sure?" The larger male grinned wryly. "I'm 'sneaking into Jerry's office and messing with his secret video database' sure," Barry replied confidently. Alan laughed, despite himself, and then nodded. Bracing himself against Barry's shoulders, he dragged himself up again. "Okay, then on three... One... Two..." Barry pulled his other hand away from Alan's backside and placed it gently on top of one of his lover's hands, giving it a squeeze. The two men smiled as their eyes met, and Alan whispered "...Three." With that, he drove himself onto Barry's manhood, continuing to push down as he met the rigid, swollen knot at the base of the sheepdog's cock. At first, nothing happened, like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object, but then, Alan felt his entrance start to give... and all at once, the muscle spread wider, surrendering to the thick knot, and Alan cried out in both pain and pleasure as suddenly the full, proud length of his cousin's prick buried itself under his tail.

Alan had never felt so full in his life as he did with that fat knot stretching out his inner walls, and as it happened, that last bit of depth it added meant that the head of Barry's cock jammed up against Alan's prostate, hard. The border collie began to roll his hips, working with the inch or so of flesh below the knot, rocking his lover's dick up and down inside him, which both underlined how big that knot was, and made the head rub teasingly against his prostate. "Oh - oh Barry!" Alan cried. He'd been looking the larger male in the eyes as they tied for the first time, but now all he could see were stars as his tail flicked about spastically and his toes curled up. "God, that's - that's so tight!" Barry gasped, "A-Alan! I'm - I'm - I'm coming!" The smaller male yelped as he was lifted up slightly by Barry arching his back up off the table with a long, low groan, finally overwhelmed by his orgasm. As the muscular sheepdog began to twitch and squirm beneath him, Alan felt Barry's prick begin to throb and spasm, pumping hot, gooey jism directly against Alan's prostate as the security guard emptied his balls into his cousin's tight rump. Feeling that hot flood inside him was the final straw for Alan, who tumbled helplessly into a climax of his own, covering his mouth with both hands as he moaned out his lover's name. Every muscle in the programmer's body tensed up as his dick began to twitch in Barry's hand, which even now continued stroking his shaft, dragging out Alan's pleasures for him. The border collie shuddered and whimpered as his pulsing cock spurted long, ropey strands of wet, creamy canine sperm into the cool night air, glistening as they seemed to hang in mid-air for just an instant before falling down to paint Barry's stomach and chest. The McIntyre cousins held there in that moment together, gasping and grunting and crying out their pleasures as they quivered and trembled in release atop Jerry Briskwood's expensive oak desk.

When it was all over, when they'd each wrung every last drop of pleasure out of each other that they could, not to mention every drop of semen, the two dogs slumped down limply, sighing in pleasure and relief. Alan's arms felt weak, and he almost faceplanted down into Barry's chest. As he sat atop the larger male, panting hard, his entire body tingling, Alan reached down under his limp, twitching tail with a shaking hand and traced a finger around the point of their joining; he could feel the bulge of Barry's knot within him, along with the wet warmth of the sheepdog's seed, and he whimpered out loud, though it was a purely emotional response, not a physical one, as he realized that it really had happened. The secret relationship the two men shared with each other had been raised up to a glorious new level, entwining them together forever with a seal of incestuous love. "We... we really did it..." Alan breathed, "We... Oh, my head... B-Barry, I'm dizzy..." Once again, his vision was fogging over, and he couldn't see. But he felt his lover's strong, confident hands reaching up and supporting his shoulders. "I gotcha," Barry whispered, "If you want to lie down, you can, but, uh, I warn you, I'm still all covered in jizz..." Alan giggled light-headedly. "That's okay," he replied, "I put it there in the first place, after all, it's only fair..." The Shetland sheepdog carefully lowered the limp form of his cousin down until Alan was lying atop him, and Alan immediately let his head rest against Barry's shoulder, raising his arms to cuddle him. Then, as Alan opened his eyes again, Barry turned his head to meet his gaze, and the two men smiled a little goofily at each other. "We did it," Alan repeated, softly, "It's official, baby, we're mates now." He leaned in a little and licked Barry's cheek once, tiredly, tenderly. "That we are, cuz, that we are," Barry murmured, licking the smaller man's nose and reaching over to retrieve Alan's glasses for him, helping the tired coder put them in place on his muzzle. The collie kissed his mate on the side of the muzzle as thanks. "I love you, Barry." "Love you too, Al." A few long, warm moments passed in each other's arms, and then Alan whispered "Thank you. For letting me tie with you, I mean." Barry responded by beginning to rub his back. "You're welcome. Thank you for coming into my life, and making something with me that was worth tying for." The dogs just lay there lazily in afterglow for a while, tails wagging slowly, as if even those limbs were tired. "...It was pretty awesome, though, wasn't it?" Alan asked. "First of many, sweet cheeks, first of many."

As much as they wanted to doze off in each other's arms, it would do no one any good for them to be caught tied together, mostly naked, covered in come, on top of the boss' desk, so they reluctantly stirred back to action. "Okay, as romantic as it is, us being tied is a bit of an inconvenience right now," Barry admitted, "But first thing's first, delete the footage and let's get out of this office! It's why we came here, after all." Alan licked his mate's nose and made a grabby-hands gesture. "You've got long arms," he said, "pass me my pants." Barry frowned, not seeing the reasoning, but he strained his arm down the side of the desk, picked up the slacks from the floor, and passed them over, careful not to let the fabric touch the seed clinging to their fur. Alan graciously accepted the pants and rooted around in the voluminous pockets for a moment, emerging with a USB thumbdrive. Sticking it into the laptop, Alan hummed merrily to himself and squirmed atop his lover, who shivered in silent pleasure. Noticing this (and Barry's attempts to hide that reaction), Alan clenched his inner muscles around the oversensitive prick still buried inside him and made Barry moan quietly as his own still-warm come squished around his manhood. "There we go..." Alan muttered, "Instead of just deleting this footage, let's take it home with us... this shit is hot! Maybe we should make some, ah, 'home movies' of our own, to celebrate our matehood..." Barry chuckled. "Uh-oh, what have you done, Jerry?" he asked the ceiling, shaking his head, "I swear to God, Alan, I am not letting you share sex videos of us on PornHub." He reached forward and began fondling Alan's rump. "I wanna be the only person who gets to see you with your clothes off," the security guard said, his voice low and husky, and then he laughed exaggeratedly and said "Mine, all mine!" like he was losing his marbles, making Alan giggle. "Alright, fine, we'll just have to deprive the Internet of the sight of your knot stretching me out," Alan said, casually, "I'm sure they'll learn to live without it. Ah, there we go, I've got the footage... deleting the copy on Jerry's server... swapping in my garbage files... job done!" He put the cap back on the USB drive and tucked it in the pocket of his shirt, which had somehow managed to stay on his arms and shoulders this entire time. Then he unplugged the laptop, turned it off, and re-connected the remote server to Jerry's computer. As he tucked the laptop into its bag, Alan grinned at his lover. "Now the real question is, how are we going to get the server all the way under the desk while we're 'joined at the hip'?"

A few amusingly awkward minutes later, the door to Jeremiah N. Briskwood's office opened up, and after a Shetland sheepdog peered around the edge rather self-consciously, the McIntyre cousins strolled into view. Both men wore their shirts, though loose and open, but were bare-ass naked from the waist down except for socks. Barry was supporting Alan's weight, gripping his butt with both hands, while Alan had his legs wrapped around Barry's waist to help. Behind Barry's back, Alan carried all of the clothes they'd discarded in their passion in a mixed pile. Barry looked as nervous as Alan had when they arrived, but with his ass still so full of his cousin's dick, Alan had a happy, almost dreamlike expression on his face. "Okay," Barry sighed, "Now, worst-case-scenario, someone catches us like this, at least we weren't in Briskwood's office against the rules at the time." He moved his hips and Alan growled in protest, squirming in his arms. "Quit tugging on it," the collie grumbled, "I like my ass intact just fine." He licked his mate's cheek and giggled. "Hey, you're the one who asked me to tie with you, big guy," Alan reminded Barry, "I bet your parents gave you the same talk I got when I was a kid, so you know full well this thing isn't going soft for at least twenty minutes, probably more like forty-five. Calm down and let it happen." The Shetland sheepdog sighed and nodded. "I know, I know, and I don't regret my choice, I just regret my timing," he murmured, looking around, "Where the fuck are we gonna hide for forty-five minutes like this?" Leaning back so they were face-to-face, Alan booped his nose against Barry's and smiled. "I thought you'd never ask," Alan said, "No, really, I was starting to worry." As Barry made a face, Alan nodded off to the side. "You've still got your security override key, right?" the border collie asked, "Let's hit the executive washrooms, there's even a shower in there, we can get all cleaned up once we're free." Barry's face positively lit up, to his mate's delight. "Alan, I could kiss you," he said, "And I totally will, once I'm not in danger of being caught knot-deep in your perfect behind, but for now you'll have to settle for this." He planted a chaste smooch on Alan's lips and winked at him. Alan churred happily and settled back down, resting his chin on Barry's shoulder as he carried them off towards the washrooms. "...There's a shower in the executive washroom?" Barry belatedly asked, after a few moments. "Why is there a shower in the executive washroom?" "Do I look like an executive to you, sweetie?" Alan replied, "Maybe they like checking each other out, and that gives them an excuse." Barry chuckled at that idea and began to rub Alan's back.

"...Hey Barry?" Alan asked, as they approached the isolated hallway that housed the executive washrooms, "I've wanted to ask for a while now, how do you like your job here? Furtive night raids aside, I mean." Barry nuzzled against his cousin's cheek. "Well, I thought I was gonna hate it on my first day, when the security manager hit me with that 'oh, I thought sheepdogs were supposed to be all shaggy!' bullshit. Why does everyone think all sheepdogs are Old English sheepdogs?" Alan kissed his mate on the cheek and nuzzled him soothingly. "Well, I think you're much more handsome than any Old English," Alan cooed, "Fluffy is much more fun to cuddle with than shaggy." Barry grinned as he continued. "Thanks for the vote of confidence... Well, that meeting aside, things have actually gone pretty well. It's a good group of guys down in security, and the job hasn't been too hard... I finally feel like I'm doing something that matters. Well, aside from when I do you of course, you've always felt like you matter." Alan snickered and squeezed down on Barry's knot again, loving the awkward compliment. "I'm glad, on all counts," the collie replied, "I love that I could help you out like this." "That's fair, because I love you, Al," replied Barry. "Love you too, baby." Alan immediately replied, positively beaming. They paused at the door as Alan sorted through their clothes to find Barry's keycard. As he took it from the smaller male, Barry licked at Alan's neck. "And by the way, sweet cheeks, tonight's been the craziest thing we've done in a long time," the Shetland sheepdog whispered, "But I loved it. The uncertainty, the secrecy... the incredible sex..." "Stop, you're making me blush," Alan giggled. "What I'm saying, love, is that if you ever need my help for any more... 'backroom dealings'... I'm totally on board." Barry whispered, and then added "And by 'backroom dealings', I mean back_door_ dealings." He scanned the card as the border collie snickered. "You big goof," Alan replied, "...I'll keep that in mind." The canine cousins chuckled amongst themselves as they slipped into the executive washroom, ready to take their sweet time getting cleaned up, and already looking forward to the fun they'd promised each other at home... and the rest of their new lives together as freshly-minted mates.