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Chapter Five

Marcus

Marcus made his way back into the pub and set his wine down on a table.

The muscular Doberman slid gracefully into the chair opposite him.

"I'm very sorry about almost hitting your car," he said apologetically. "I checked it as we walked in, there wasn't any damage. Swapping insurance probably isn't necessary."

"That's good," Marcus grinned. "I'll forgive you, so long as you join me?"

"I suppose I could," Ralph chuckled. "I wasn't going anywhere in particular, just bored and driving around, looking for excitement."

"The car is a rental actually, I'm staying here to do a house up I've inherited, and then I'm back to the States."

"Nice rental," the Doberman chuckled, showing off his polished fangs again.

"I might say the same about your car," Marcus replied. "Not that it's a rental of course."

"Oh, no it isn't. I got it after filming a movie I did."

"Fast & Ferocious?" Marcus asked with a knowing smile. "I knew I recognised you. My old magazine assigned me to interview you once, but ended up sending someone else instead."

"Just my luck to run into a journalist," Ralph grinned.

"I'm not one anymore, well for now anyway as I'm trying to join a new magazine. I mostly write fiction now, not that it's any different from journalism," Marcus said, fixing the Doberman a grin.

"Oh?"

"The Detective Forrest series," Marcus explained.

"And I wondered if I recognised you from somewhere. I read for a part in the TV version, but like you with your magazine, the job went to someone else," Ralph said. "You're Marcus Lane?"

"Guilty," Marcus chuckled.

"Aren't foxes always?"

"Of what?" Marcus replied, fixing Ralph a teasing grin and feeling pleased that his charm was working. Ralph responded with charming yet dominant grin. "Well, I'm having a late lunch here, care to join me?" Marcus asked.

"Sure," Ralph said. "I don't have much else going on at the moment."

"What brings Ralph Rivers dressed as Napoleon into Little Hartbrook?" Marcus asked casually. "That's not a sight you see every day."

"I'm actually King Leopold of Belgium," Ralph chuckled. "I'm here to shoot Power, Hope and Glory, only," the Doberman paused before leaning in closer. "The director has been taken ill, the cinematographer was due to take over directing but he's flown back to Canada due to family issues, we're waiting on a replacement. I'm letting you know all this as you're not a journalist anymore," he added with a wink.

"I wouldn't dream of telling anyone," Marcus grinned. "So, what do you want to eat?"

Ralph grabbed a menu off a nearby table.

"Hmm, I'll have a steak sandwich with chips," he said.

"That makes me feel even less guilty about the fish and chips I ordered," Marcus replied.

"It's my day off," Ralph shrugged. "So, you're doing a house up?"

"Yup, you wouldn't be interested in buying property around here?" Marcus asked casually.

"I had been looking at buying a second home, I don't know about around here though," Ralph replied.

"It was worth a shot," Marcus grinned before glancing out of the window.

Two teenage canines, a husky and Border Collie were gawping through the glass at them.

"Who are they?" Ralph asked.

"Local kids, the Border Collie is called Oliver. His family live next door to the cottage I'm going to renovate," Marcus explained, turning away from the window.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Oliver and the other husky scarper as they realised they'd been spotted.

Don appeared and took Ralph's order.

"I'll just have water to drink," Ralph said.

"Not interested in wine," Marcus grinned.

"I have to drive," Ralph shrugged. "And this thing is getting really hot."

Marcus sat and watched, trying to stop his muzzle from falling open as the Doberman shed his jacket and white tunic underneath to reveal a black tank top.

"Yes, hot indeed," Marcus murmured as Ralph sat back down.

"It's not historically accurate, nor does it go with my trousers," Ralph said, gesturing at the tank top. "But it's to stop that tunic rubbing against my chest. My suitcase with all my other clothes is in the car."

Marcus responded with a grin as he watched Ralph's muscles flex under the material.

"So have they put you up at the manor house?" he asked casually.

"Yup, although I felt like exploring the area now that filming has been halted," Ralph explained.

"Oh, and have you seen anything you like?"

"Oh yes," Ralph said, flashing Marcus the smile that showed off his fangs.

Marcus felt a shiver run down his spine as he gazed at the Doberman's smile, but his feeling of pleasure was interrupted as Don set their food down.

"Enjoy gentlemen," he said, before walking off.

Marcus began eating his fish and chips.

Going from vegetarian to pescatarian, he told himself.

"That reminds me," he said out loud. "I have a lot of food at mine I want to get rid of?"

"Such as?" Ralph asked.

"A lot of meat people have been giving me, but I don't eat it," Marcus explained.

"Shame, I could have planned us a nice barbecue," Ralph replied. "What makes you want to give it away?"

"I went vegetarian."

"Oh, health or moral reasons?"

"You know," Marcus began, fixing the Doberman the most teasing grin he could. "I get asked these types of questions a lot on dates, and as you almost drove into my car, let me drag you into a new game."

Ralph cocked his head and looked intrigued.

"New game?" he repeated, fixing Marcus an expression of uncertainty and amusement.

"Yes," Marcus grinned, leaning in closer and lowering his voice. "How about we ask each other questions, but the sort of questions you don't typically ask on a first date?"

"This is a first date?" Ralph asked with a bemused laugh. "That's very, um, direct."

"I like to be direct," Marcus grinned, letting his confidence talk for him. "I mean I used to get all these questions like your favourite music, ideal holiday, what your father does, what do you do for a living?"

"Okay," Ralph said, still looking unsure.

"For example, I'll start it mild. Is there any possibility that I'm your type?" Marcus asked, taking a sip of his wine.

"Probably," Ralph chuckled. "You're cute, and have a bit of an attitude. I like that."

"Good," Marcus grinned. "Your go."

"Hmm. Favourite sex position?"

"My, we're getting deep already," Marcus said, feeling his grin grow wider. "I like missionary if I want to see the guy fucking me, or doggy if I don't."

"And would you like to see me fucking you?" Ralph asked casually.

"That's two questions mister," Marcus chuckled. "And the answer is yes."

"Okay then," Ralph said, clearly amused by the conversation. "Did you ask these sorts of things when you worked as a journalist?"

"Sadly not," Marcus said, swirling the last of his wine in his paw before drinking it. "And is that three questions in a row?"

"I'm just learning the rules of the game," Ralph grinned, holding his paws up in a mock gesture of surrender. "Right then mister, what's your question then?"

Marcus grinned, deciding to go in for the kill.

"When was the last time you had sex and with who?"

"That's two questions," Ralph chuckled.

"I know, you got two."

"With my ex, a few months ago," Ralph said, leaning in closer.

"A few months?" Marcus replied in disbelief, before remembering to keep his voice low.

"Is everything all right with the food gentlemen," Don asked as he walked by to pick up an empty glass.

"Yes, great," Marcus said, putting on an innocent smile before turning back to Ralph and lowering his voice. "A few months? I'd expect a man with your looks and body to have guys throwing themselves at you."

"Filming stuff gets in the way," Ralph shrugged. "Okay mister, same question to you."

"That was also with my ex, and I can't remember when," Marcus said.

"You serious?"

"Yup," Marcus grinned. "Unless you count a cute guy I gave a blowjob in a bathroom at San Francisco airport. I'm joking!" he added, feeling amused at seeing a shocked expression on the muscular Doberman's face.

"With you I already find it hard to tell," Ralph laughed before he let out a sigh. "What did your ex do as a job then?"

"That's a rather vanilla question, he was a chef," Marcus sighed. "And yours?"

"A fashion model," Ralph sighed and Marcus saw a hint of sadness in the Doberman's eyes. "He's a nice guy though and I still love him, but we recently decided our schedules got in the way. Shooting movies is fun but lonely."

"See, these questions help us to get to know each other better," Marcus said. "And by the sounds of it, we both need someone to hold. Talking about sex is easy, ex's not so much."

Ralph fixed Marcus a more confident and somewhat domineering smile, showing off those rows of perfect white fangs again.

"Allow me to pay for lunch," he said. "Since I almost ran into you."

"Normally I'd be all British and protest, but having a sexy Doberman pay for my lunch is an offer I can't refuse," Marcus replied.

He couldn't help but grin and thump his tail as Ralph signalled to Don and settled the meal.

"Are you staying at the house you're doing up?" he asked, putting his wallet away.

"I'm mostly staying here," Marcus explained. "But I have new sheets on the beds at the house at last."

"Sounds luxurious," Ralph chuckled. "But not as bad as the trailer I've been given. The fridge is broken. I actually packed all my clothes in the car as I was scouting out for any decent hotels in the area."

"I do have more wine and food stashed at the house, and a fridge," Marcus said, fixing Ralph another grin and cocking his head to look at the Doberman out of the corner of his eyes.

"I know that type of grin," Ralph said, folding his arms and fixing Marcus a smirk. "But your offer of a fridge grabbed my attention."

"Sadly I've been drinking," Marcus sighed, gesturing to his wine glass.

"Oh no worries, I'll drive," Ralph replied. "You direct me."

Marcus left the pub with his tail wagging. He was sure Ralph's nub was wiggling too. The Doberman's white Lotus Esprit was parked just behind his Audi, its bumper was only an inch away.

"You're right, you just missed me," Marcus said as Ralph removed his suitcase from the passenger seat (with more grace than Marcus' had managed) and placed it in the trunk.

"You don't mind having these on your lap," Ralph said, holding out his period costume.

"Not at all," Marcus said as they climbed into the car. "So long as I can go on your lap next," he added under his breath.

Ralph slipped his sunglasses on and fired the engine up. A few heads turned as they drove away and Marcus couldn't help but grin to himself.

He directed Ralph through the village until the pulled up outside Honeysuckle Lodge.

"That's cute," Ralph said, gesturing at the house.

"You sure you don't wanna buy it?" Marcus asked.

"I want to see what's inside first," Ralph replied.

"Not much," Marcus admitted. "Perhaps it'll grow on you."

They climbed out and Ralph retrieved his suitcase. The sight made Marcus smile; it seemed the Doberman had made his mind up about staying with him for the time being.

Marcus led him up the path, which was slightly less overgrown after he'd picked at some of the weeds, and let them into the house.

The inside wasn't as dusty after Marcus had done a touch of spring cleaning.

"I have some more booze in the fridge," he said, leading Ralph to the kitchen.

He noticed the Doberman smile and leave his suitcase in the hallway.

They reached the kitchen and Marcus opened the fridge door which was now stocked with various fruit ciders and more food. The kitchen counter also had several bottles of wine.

"I went into the nearby town and stocked up this morning," Marcus explained. "You can't buy much around here."

"That's selling me the property," Ralph chuckled. "And yet you still went to the pub for wine?"

"Hey, I like a change of scenery," Marcus explained, spaying his ears. "And wine is within driving distance, that's if you can make it into Waitrose without getting papped."

"Eh, I'll order food, and I have a lot of food that needs storing, the catering on set wasn't good so I bought my own," Ralph replied as he sniffed about the kitchen. "Nice garden."

"It needs work done to it," Marcus said as he examined the drink selection he had set out. "I have gin, red wine, white, rose, vodka."

"A gin and tonic sounds good," Ralph said as he continued sniffing about. "Why not fix us some, there's a good boy."

Marcus couldn't help but shiver with delight at the domineering tone of the Doberman's voice. He retrieved the gin and began mixing the drinks as he watched Ralph place his paws on the counter and perk his butt out slightly. The black fur on his muscular thighs and hind-paws was visible through the material of the white trousers. The material was tight and Marcus could see that Ralph had a very muscular behind indeed.

The sight caused his cock to stiffen as he started to imagine the Doberman's butt descending on his face and Marcus found himself licking his lips.

Knock, knock, knock!

Marcus sighed as his fantasy was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who could that be?" he mused as he finished adding the tonic to both of their glasses.

"It better not be the bloody paps," Ralph said.

Marcus handed Ralph a glass and held gin and tonic in his paw as he went to investigate. He opened the door and to his surprise saw Frank outside.

"Can I help?" Marcus asked, taking a sip from his glass.

Frank responded with an amused smile.

"I have the numbers of a good landscaper for the garden and the thatcher who can look at the roof," he explained, holding out a piece of paper. "I wanted to give them to you before they slipped my mind."

"Thanks," Marcus said as he took the paper from Frank.

"And Mrs Hinchcliffe gave me the spare key to the house, you could hide it outside somewhere for me to find. I'll need to come in and out a few times to size the place up."

"Behind the window box at the front is fine," Marcus replied.

"New car?" Frank asked, gesturing at the Lotus. "That was quick."

"It's belongs to a friend," Marcus said as he stuffed the paper in his shorts pocket.

"Who is at the door?" Ralph called and before Marcus could answer, the Doberman appeared at his side.

Frank's facial expression when he noticed Ralph was a picture and Marcus tried not to laugh.

"You're Ralph Rivers," Frank said, looking shocked.

"We're enjoying some drinks right now," Marcus explained. "I'll send you an email about what needs doing."

"Sorry, it's just that I really enjoyed you in that television show, the one about the diamond robbery," Frank explained, still looking shocked.

"The Crystal Gang? Thank you," Ralph replied, flashing Frank his polished smile.

"Anyway, we're having our drinks, and I'm sure the Durrence's are still having their party," Marcus cut in, taking a gulp of gin as if the emphasise the point.

"That's drawing to a close," Frank explained.

"Lovely of you to stop by Frank, see you soon tomorrow perhaps, I'll send you an email. Bye," Marcus said, closing the door before the wolf could say anything.

Ralph raised an eye-brow, cocked his head slightly and fixed Marcus an amused smile.

"I dislike paps, but fans on the other hand."

"He wasn't a fan, that was my ex," Marcus said as they walked back to the kitchen.

"The chef?"

"No, another ex. He's now my interior designer and cock block apparently," Marcus explained. "God, that sounds so weird, doesn't it?"

"Just a bit," Ralph chuckled before setting his gin and tonic down. "So, shall we sit outside or stay in here and play the ask each other questions game."

"My magazine wanted to ask what it's like being a gay actor who defies stereotypes about gay guys," Marcus said, sipping his gin before setting the glass on the counter.

"Want to find out?"

"Yes," Marcus said with a grin.

Without any warning, Ralph pinned Marcus to the wall and flashed the grin in his face.

"This," he growled, before pushing his muzzle into Marcus and aggressively making out with him.

Marcus closed his eyes as they kissed and stroked each other's tongues. The Doberman was also pinning his wrists to the wall and grinding into him, thrusting his hips forward so Marcus could feel the obvious and thick outline of Ralph's cock.

"Wow, I was not expecting it to be as quick as that," Marcus panted as they broke off.

Ralph grinned and cupped his paw under Marcus' muzzle before squeezing his chin.

"Well, the first thing I thought when I saw you was thank goodness. I'm in the middle of nowhere, no cute guys around and then I bump into you, so I'm taking you home whether you like it or not," the Doberman growled playfully. His paw was still gripping Marcus' muzzle and he angled Marcus' face away before biting down on his neck fluff. "The second thing is," he began, kissing Marcus on the lips before reaching down to squeeze the now sizeable bulge in Marcus' shorts. "A sassy cute guy like you needs to be put in their place."

Marcus felt a shiver course down his spine and his muzzle break into an idiot grin. The Doberman's words were music to his ears.

"Please, show me whose boss daddy," he grinned.

"Daddy? I'm what, like two years older than you," Ralph grinned.

"I know, but you're big, and I felt like saying it. Woah!" Marcus exclaimed as Ralph picked him up and slung him over his shoulder.

He squirmed with delight as the Doberman carried him up the stairs and drank in his scent. Ralph was wearing an expensive smelling aftershave that had a very manly scent, something between burnt wood and leather.

"Need directions to the bedroom big guy?" Marcus asked. "First door on the right."

He felt Ralph use his butt to open the door and before he knew it, he felt himself being thrown down on the bed.

Two thoughts were running through Marcus' mind; thank god I stripped and changed my parents' old bed and this is weird, I'm about to do stuff on my parents' old bed? Oh what the hell I'm with Ralph Rivers.

Above him, Ralph had stripped out of his tank top showing off an incredibly muscular chest.

"And now you, fox," he said, reaching down to help Marcus off with his tank top. Marcus' shaking paws were struggling to undo his shorts and once the zipper was down, he felt Ralph tug them off. "These are cute," the Doberman growled, fondling Marcus' bulge in his briefs. "But they need to come off too." Ralph hooked his claws over the waistband of Marcus' underwear as he wriggled out of them. "Now, lean your head over the bed."

Marcus did as he was instructed, and even upside down he couldn't help but gaze opened mouthed as Ralph stripped out of his trousers. The Doberman (thankfully) was not wearing underwear from the period of his costume but a pair of dark blue Calvin Klein briefs, although they were quickly off and Marcus found himself face to face with a very thick cock that had emerged from Ralph's sheath with two hefty balls hanging below.

"Good boy, you're ready for me," Ralph growled, and Marcus felt his mouth being stretched as the Doberman slid the length of his cock into his muzzle. Marcus closed his eyes as he felt Ralph grip him before thrusting his dick in and out. "Good bitch, let me face fuck you." Marcus gagged and groaned as he felt the Doberman's balls slap him in the face. "Yes, there's a nice hot load in there, waiting just for you," he heard Ralph growl.

Marcus could only manage a moan in response.

"Can't talk with a dick on your mouth? Here."

He felt Ralph reposition him on the bed. He opened his eyes, and like a dream come true saw the Doberman's butt directly above him. It was very perky and muscular with black fur and a heart shaped tan patch in the middle. Ralph's butt was stretched wide, exposing a pinkish tail hole beneath his nub.

"I've had lunch, but now I want dessert," Marcus panted.

"For that line you deserve to suffocate," Ralph chuckled and before Marcus could say any more, the Doberman parked his butt on his face.

Marcus felt Ralph's tail hole touch his lips. He began licking away, getting his tongue into the Doberman's hole and wiggling it in as far as he could. To his satisfaction he felt Ralph grunt and shiver slightly.

"Fuck yeah, working that tongue," he heard Ralph groan.

Marcus could tell by the Doberman's flexing muscles and thrashing motion that he was jerking himself off. He plastered Ralph's hole with more licks before forcing his tongue in again and wiggling it about, which resulted in another pleasing moan from Ralph.

"I'm starting to wonder if you take cock, considering you enjoy having a tongue in your butt so much," he tried to say, although his voice came out muffled.

However, he could tell the Doberman had still heard him as Ralph let out a growl and stepped off him.

"Open wide, bitch," he commanded, and Marcus obliged.

He felt Ralph slide his cock back into his mouth and a second later a warm but thick and copious amount of cum began shooting down his throat. Marcus gagged but Ralph reached down and held his muzzle shut, so Marcus closed his eyes as he took the Doberman's load.

"Fuck, you are a good boy, not a drop wasted," Ralph panted as he withdrew.

Marcus opened his eyes to see the Doberman kneeling down. Ralph flashed him his signature smile before holding his face but with a tenderer grip.

"Wow, fuck me that was good!" Marcus panted.

"That's what I intend to do next," Ralph grinned before Marcus felt him plant a wet kiss on his lips. "But first let's enjoy our drinks."

"Y... yeah, let's," Marcus panted before grinning to himself.

Perhaps my stay here won't be so bad after all.