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Okay so I got a bug up my furry bum about a picture Fluke did called ["I Leave at 5"](%5C) I kinda hit a super dpression about it and decided the only way to fix it was to write a story for it. This is meant to be a tear jerker not some hopeless romantic story. This is also dedicated to anyone who has had to be left behind or has had to leave behind a mate to serve in the military. Enjoy guys and uh....something about a warning should go here but if you're reading this then you should know what you're getting into and i haven't slept so whatever

So people know I do intend at least one if not two more stories with these characters so be on the look out

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James sat up out of bed sighing as he ran his paw through his headfur. He looked first to his alarm clock reading 4AM as the time it had kept. True to his training he rose early and worked but for now he had wished he could forget that. James was a white shepherd, luscious white fur accentuated with a pair of sky blue eyes. His build was not easily passed off as scrawny but he was certainly by no means fat. Overall he had what his outfit classed 'the look', muscular and threatening but still able to fit into a peaceful situation, a soldier's look.

To his right and still drifting in and out of his own dreams was his mate, Chris. Chris was a husky-shepherd mix, his fur a lighter, almost wolf colored pattern, with the short-haired coat and body type of a shepherd. He slept blissfully unaware of his mate's turmoil. James sighed and began his morning routine, two miles, 250 push-ups 10 sit ups and 20 pull ups. As he pulled on his camo pants and a light green shirt he looked back to his sleeping mate and sighed. Once more his mind, only counting the seconds until he would have to be parted from him again, spun, lost in thought.

In the living room he pulled on his fatigues and walked out the front door locking it behind him. James got to the front sidewalk and looked both ways down the empty suburban street. He marveled at the utter peace compared to the usual chaotic turmoil he was unable to sleep much in with his outfit. He turned and started his run following the sidewalk, grateful it was sturdy unlike the sand he was used to running in.

His thoughts now turned to what he would be headed back to tomorrow. Kuwait, or at least a small skirmish near it. His outfit was stationed in the desert, blistering hot during the day and unmercifully cold at night. His buddies knew nothing of what he looked forward to as he would gaze across the dunes at the moon. He remembered how he would ache for his mate's touch, his scent, his adorable little laugh at James' attempts to seem tough. Chris had that peculiar quality around him to always be able to make James feel like a puppy again. Even the nickname Chris had given him, Jimmy, seemed childish. All those thoughts had melted into tears when James had stepped off the plane and hugged Chris so tight the husky mix had nearly fell unconscious.

He wondered what his buddies would say about his mate if they knew. With the exception of Sarge, most of them, he figured, would have understood. He sighed once more, stopping and dropping to a push-up position and beginning his set of fifty.

Elsewhere Chris had stirred from bed and stumbled into the kitchen. It was there last day together and Chris had something special in mind. He had waited until he was sure James had left the house before he made his move. In the kitchen he removed the eggs, bacon and a cinnamon roll packet from the fridge, placing them all on the counter and starting a pot of coffee before darting back to his room to get dressed. He returned to the kitchen clad in a pair of tight black jeans and an equally form-fitting black shirt.

All the pieces fell into place, Chris had timed when James' returns from his morning run had been and ball parked that he had roughly an hour. He quickly set to work cooking the bacon while he opened the cinnamon rolls. The bacon popped and sizzled in the frying pan as he placed the doughy pastries onto the cooking sheet and set the oven. To his right the coffee pot was making its usual gurgling and popping noises as it set upon its task with a determined vigor. He pulled another pan out setting it on the oven and turning his attention to the eggs. Time was closing in fast as he continued busily cooking up his surprise for his mate.

James stood from his last set of fifty push-ups and broke into a steady jog towards home. Four blocks away was all the distance between them, yet James hated the very thought of being separated even a few feet from Chris considering the limited time they had left. He broke into a run towards home attempting to cover the distance in seconds from pure determination to see his mate again. One block passed as his mind numbed into its infernal count down again.

Back at the house Chris finished setting the plate down on the table as the cinnamon rolls were finished. The table was set and missing only one thing at this point, James. Chris took his time carefully drizzling icing across each of the warm cinnamon filled pastries, placing them too on the table before drawing out the chair and sitting down. He only had a few minutes to wait before James opened the door and stepped in. the wafting scent of breakfast slammed into James' senses reminding him quickly that he had not eaten yet.

Chris just smiled from the kitchen table as his pup fell headlong into his trap. James meandered into the room and sat across from Chris eying the food suspiciously. "What are you doing up so early Chris?" he asked looking up from the food skeptically at mate for the answer.

Chris had one rehearsed, "I just felt like being up." He chimed smiling and wagging his tail. James raised an eyebrow and quirked his head.

"You know I have to go back tomorrow...if this has some sort of sleeping drug or something..." James was cut off by Chris who giggled before responding.

"I know you have to go back tomorrow and this is just me wanting to spend more time with you so relax. Besides the drugs come in closer to zero hour so I can whisk you away without worrying about them wearing off." Chris stuck his tongue out as James' eyes widened considerably at his mate's last sentence. "Relax Jimmy, I'm kidding." Chris said as the smile drained from his face. "If I get you in trouble like that who knows when I'll see you again. I just wanted to do something special today so you have something to look forward to alright?" Chris's gaze had turned to his lap as his ears splayed in the same manner as a scolded puppy.

James stood from the chair walking around the table and hugging Chris tightly. "I love you, you know that?" he whispered in his lover's ear. Chris straightened a little nuzzling James' shoulder. "You don't have to do anything special for me to look forward to coming home babe. Nothing at all." He said tightening the hug slightly. Chris nodded and James released him looking into his mate's deep brown eyes before their muzzles met and locked in a small kiss. The kiss finally broke with both hesitating to part. James took his place across the table gratefully digging into the eggs and bacon on his plate.

By the time the pair had finished their breakfast the sun had come up and both were giggling and conversing over the fact that James had put away more than three quarters of the cinnamon rolls. The pair made their way back into the bedroom at Chris' behest.

Clothes were discarded in the same way they had been put on but were left strewn across the floor as the pair flopped into the bed. They cuddled for hours pressing their warm furry bodies together beneath a blanket as they watched whatever was on TV. There was no purpose to the TV, as neither of them were watching, but it provided a much needed background noise. Finally around noon the pair left their bed for lunch. They dressed themselves again and James grabbed his car keys, heading out to the Red pin striped mustang. They climbed into the car driving off towards whatever Chris had planned for them that afternoon.

They stopped at Red Lobster's for lunch and followed through with a movie and dinner at another restaurant before they returned home. They both flopped on the couch sometime around 6pm and cuddled. For a few hours talking about how long James might be away this time, what they would do when he got back and plans for the future. James smiled and hugged Chris close as he finally dropped the one surprise he had left for his mate. "Chris, my hitch ends in two months. Then I'm all yours for the rest of my life. I want to ask you something though." Chris' jaw would have fallen from his face had it not been attached but from how James had phrased that last sentence he knew that there was something more. Chris' heart stopped as he watched in near slow motion. Time ground to a halt as James muzzle formed the words he had been waiting for. "When I get back, Will you marry me?"

Chris sat for a few seconds unable to speak. Finally his voice returned with a yip as he tackled James with tears forming in his eyes. "Yes, oh my gods yes." He whispered hugging the shepherd tightly. James smiled and hugged him back murring contently.

"There is one thing I want to do tonight." James said, scooping Chris up and walking to the bedroom again. He set Chris on the bed and stepped back undressing once more. Chris kicked his own clothes off as James did and leaned back on the bed, smiling at James with his tail wagging calmly between his spread legs.

James finished kicking off his clothes before stepping up to the foot of the bed and leaning over Chris kissing him once more. As their tongues met in Chris' muzzle, their sheaths met below them as well. James broke the kiss standing up a bit as Chris closed his eyes and lay back waiting for James to be inside of him again. Several seconds passed and nothing came. Just as Chris was going to open his eyes he felt James' rough tongue drag across his sheath. He gasped, writhing weakly in his mate's grasp as James worked his mate's sheath and balls over with his tongue.

It didn't take long for Chris' member to fully emerge from his sheath given all the stimulus he had been receiving. James' paw crept along Chris' thigh gently grasping and kneading his mate's balls as he shifted up a bit working his lover's shaft a bit with his tongue. Chris humped weakly against James' licks gripping the sheets tightly to keep from blowing his load early. With a smile James grasped the husky mix's cock in his free paw and angled it towards his muzzle slipping in all but the knot and causing Chris to tense and buck his hips forward.

Chris was lost to anything but the waves of pleasure crashing through his body. James' tongue worked over his shaft with a practiced expertise and before long Chris came hard into James' muzzle. James brushed it off swallowing what he could and licking what had dribbled out up before standing and turning to the dresser. Chris was too drained to move much and simply laid there with his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted out the bliss of his afterglow. James returned with a small bottle applying a clear slick fluid to his already throbbing member before he kneeled in front of Chris again. Chris once again expected the wrong thing and was surprised when instead of a lubricated digit, James's rough tongue met his tailhole.

Chris' already sensitive body was wracked again as pleasure before James stood smiling down at him. He leaned over his mate and whispered, "I love you Chris." Without another word James' slick member slid into Chris' tailhole. Chris tensed and gasped as James' member brushed against his prostate, sending another wave of pleasure through his already drained body. James withdrew slowly watching his mate's face for any sign of discomfort before he pushed back in and settled into a steady pace. Chris' member was already hard again, as he held onto James who continued to thrust into him.

The room filled with passionate moans from both males as they neared their peaks. Finally James thrust forward hilting in Chris, his knot swelling to make the tie and sending both of them over the edge. Between them Chris' member erupted first as he experienced his second orgasm of the night. James' cock continued to spurt string after string of cum into Chris, pushed further when Chris' tailhole clamped around James' knot during his orgasm. The two lay there, tied and panting, on the bed for several moments, before James wrapped his arms around Chris and picked him up. He turned around and sat on the bed lying back with his mate as they nuzzled and kissed each other.

After a while the pair drifted to sleep cuddled closely under the blankets awaiting the next day in an unhappy rest. Finally at 4am the alarm clock signaled the dreaded last hour. James climbed out of bed creeping into the bathroom and taking a shower while Chris stirred from the bed. Within twenty minutes the pair rejoined on the couch with James in his camo uniform once more. Chris lay sprawled on the couch with his head in James' lap. He nuzzled James' leg sleepily with a tear barely visible in his eye. James gently began stroking his mate's fur petting him in a soothing manner as he waited. Finally 5am rolled around and James sighed, tears rolling down his face. He gently lifted Chris off of him replacing himself with a pillow as he grabbed his bag and gun by the door. He leaned over Chris and kissed him on the cheek, a tear falling onto his mate's cheek before he stood and left.

Outside his house a camouflaged truck pulled up and he heaved his bag into the back of it before stepping into it and drying his eyes. As he climbed in, his mind reset its count down for what he hoped would be the last time. As the truck drove down the street the sun peaked into the window waking Chris. On the pillow his head had been resting on he saw a small note with four words written on it, "I love you Chris" As he read it reality hit harder than ever and he broke down sobbing into the pillow. In the kitchen on his calendar one last note hung from James. This one hung on September first and said, "Counting the seconds till we're together again." His now damp cheeks formed a weak smile as he began planning again, this time for their wedding, when he would have James back for good.