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The darkness of my bedroom ceiling hung above me as I felt consciousness flow back through my body. A beam of sunlight split the dark field, and my eyes wandered down its path, until I hit the smallest sliver between my curtains which glowed like a fine white hair. The bright crack in the darkness hurt to look at. I rolled onto my side and met eyes with the pile of pillows I had wrapped myself around to get myself to sleep however many hours before. I shoved them off the bed, and flopped to my other side with a sigh.

I had tormenting dreams all night, most of them involving Darrick. Flashbacks of my party, suddenly being alone, then turning around to a fuming deer swinging to hit me before waking up out of breath and in a panic. I rubbed my paws on my face. I didn't know what time it was, and I was only mildly confident it was still Saturday.

I flipped back over to the newly vacated side of my bed. I reached out and set my paw in the emptiness.

I missed him.

I knew I shouldn't, but I did. I just didn't know if I had much more in me to try again. Why did he hate me so much? What had happened?

I buried my face into a pillow, letting the darkness takeover my vision again. The face of the Darrick I had known swirled in my mind. His smile warmed something in me. I pictured kissing his cheek. And then his neck, and down his chest, and then his...

I felt my cock pulse.

Memories of that night seemed still so fresh to me. Seeing Darrick nude for the first time, feeling my cock inside of him.

I rolled over again, feeling my dick pressing firmly against my boxers. With a huff, they were off and onto the floor.

I imagined Darrick's hand as he softly pulled up along my length. I shivered. His hand gripped my tip and slid down again, making me moan softly under my breath. I could feel his breath on my neck as he sild up again.

I sprawled out onto the bed as my cock slid into his mouth. His tongue felt just as good as before. I grabbed his head, my paw perfectly spaced between his antlers, as he bobbed, making my toes curl in pleasure. He pulled off, rubbing my slick cock along the side of his soft check. I whimpered, wanting more.

I felt him shift, and something pressed on my stomach. His big cock slid along my belly fur, leaving a string of pre that glistened from the window light. I felt his lips move up along my neck as his chest pressed against mine. The smell of aroused deer filled the room and I moaned under him. He slid back, and my cock grazed his ass, making me twitch.

A hand reached back and gave a few tugs along my still slick shaft. Two fuzzy cheeks moved around my tip and I felt something tight press down. The deer sat up, his heavy cock still sitting on my stomach as he shifted down.

I gasped as the deer plunged down on me. Darrick sat on my hips, his thighs at my sides, his ass making small circles, driving me wild. My cock shifted inside of the deer, and I felt his cock leak onto me. He started to gently bounce between his circles, and I had to bite the pillow to keep my loud moan in. Two hands appeared at my sides and slid up to my chest as the bounces got larger.

I dared not pull the pillow from my mouth to risk yelling in pleasure and waking up Amanda in the next room, but it was doing little to stop the noises coming out of me.

Darrick rode my cock as his own breath quickened. The bed shook and creaked under us, and I could feel my knot begin to swell. His breath turned into grunts as my knock popped in and out of him, making it almost unbearable for me.

With one last "pop", the deer pressed hard against my knot and I felt him lean forward where his lips met mine. My cock pulsed in him, making him cum, sending ropes splashing on my neck while I pumped his ass full, the warm orgasm flowing through my body as he kissed me deeply.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

I felt a roll of cum drip down my neck as I pulled my wet paw up my shaft. I laid in the empty bed, the cum soaking into my fur in the darkness.

I laid there for a while, trapped by my own mess, letting a stew of self-loathing and regret wash over me.

By the time I had managed to reach for a towel, I looked at a clock. It was almost two in the afternoon. As I stood, scrubbing the cum from my neck and chest, the thought of Darrick saying he wanted to meet at the library popped into my head, or at least wanting to before everything got ugly.

I put on enough clothes to not scare Amanda if she was still home, and headed to the fridge to get something to eat. The cold air chilled the still wet spots in my fur. I wondered if he would still be there.

I quick slapped together a sandwich, shoved it in my mouth, put on a few more layers, and started walking to the library, ignoring the voices in my head telling me how bad of an idea this was.

I crept around the quiet shelves of the library, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, looking for anything with antlers. There was a lot of ground to cover.

The library was mostly empty, as it usually was on a Saturday, but that made no difference in the ease of looking for Darrick. After meandering through the first floor, I moved to the basement. The smell of old, dusty books and low budget cleaning supplies only reminded me of why I usually avoided the cave of literature. Row after row of shelves passed by, my neck starting to ache from flipping between sides as I moved along. I found myself in the far corner, sore and deer-less.

I pursed my lips and turned around to head back. I should have listened to my voices. I passed by the study rooms on the way out, when I noticed one of the lights was on inside one. I casually passed by, eyeing who was inside. With his hands on the back of his neck, his nose resting on a book in frustration, there was Darrick. I quickly moved past and collected my thoughts. The voices returned.

He flinched and looked up in confusion when I turned the door handle. A look of anger quickly spread over his face when he realized it was me. I closed the door behind me and stood against it in the small room.

"Get out," he said to me with a huff.

"No," I said, feeling my adrenaline kicking in again.

"Get out, NOW," he said, shoving his chair back as he stood up.

"No." I felt my paws shake as I released from the handle and took a step forward. "We need to talk."

"I don't need to hear anymore words from you for the rest of my life." He leaned forward, slamming his hands on the table, huffing through his nose.

"Darrick..."

"Get out, Jude. I don't want you here."

"I don't care. We have unfinished business between us that, for the sake of both of us, needs to end one way or another."

"It's already over. I told you to get out of my life, but you are the one who keeps dragging yourself back in."

I pulled out the other chair and sat down it in. "I'm not leaving until we talk."

"Fine. Stay here." He quickly moved his papers and books into a clump, picked it up and started heading towards the door.

I, shoved my feet into the ground and slid my chair in front of the deer as fast as I could. He slammed into me, dumping the pile of books and papers across the floor. He fell on top of me, the weight of the muscular deer ramming my shoulders hard into the chair. This was the closet I'd been to Darrick since my 16th birthday. He was warm.

"GOD DAMMIT JUDE!!" he yelled, catching his balance on the wall as he shifted himself up, furiously staring at me. He pulled up his arm, making a fist.

This was it, I braced for impact.

"You stupid ass..." I heard. I looked up. He still had his fist raised, but he was starting to cry again. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

I watched him turn around and collapse into his chair, looking distantly at the wall.

"Every time I am free of you, you somehow find your way back. Why are you haunting me?" He looked at me. There was something broken in his eyes.

"Because, we aren't done here."

"I want to be done, Jude. I have to be done. I don't have any other option."

"What do you mean? What is going on? Why won't you talk to me?"

"You wouldn't understand." He looked away.

"Why not?" I said, moving closer to the table. "Do you not remember how we used to be? We may not love each other anymore, but that doesn't mean you can't still tell me anything. I want to know, Darrick, please tell me."

"I can't. I just... can't." He started down at his feet, a tear falling from his nose.

"Can't you try?"

Darrick rubbed his face. "No. Not here, I-"

"Then come to my place."

He looked over at me, and squint his eyes.

"Why would that be any better? What are you trying to do to me? Do you think you can just toss me in your trap again, lure me in with fake promises, and then try to seduce me? I'm not like that anymore, Jude. Especially not with you."

Fighting back my frustration and hurt feelings, I took a second to calm myself. "Darrick, I'm not trying to trick you. I'm not going to seduce you either. My place is just a bit more comfortable to have a conversation in than this creepy room in the library."

"I don't trust you, Jude."

"Then what can I do to convince you my intentions are pure?"

"Jump off a bridge."

"That's a bit harsh."

"You just don't get it, do you?"

"No, I don't. And every time I try to understand, you shove me away. I just want to understand, Darrick. I'm just as lost and hurt as you are."

Darrick closed his eyes and stayed silent for a long time.

"Fine," he said, finally opening his eyes again and turning to me. "But, if you so much as TOUCH me, I'm going to grind you into a paste, got it?"

"I promise on my soul."

My stomach ached on the walk back to my place. Darrick said nothing, but the voices in my head more than made up for it. Maybe this wasn't the best idea.