True Love
"First day on the job, hope I don't screw it up," I said to myself as I drove to my new job as a security officer
at this new mall that just opened downtown. The names Tim Aniwaya (Wolf), I'm a 24 year old gray timber wolf. Truth be told I never thought
that I would end up a security officer, I was always thinking I would be some great artist or writer but that wouldn't
bring in the money I needed to support me. Guess this is fine, downtown has always been a quiet place so this job shouldn't
be too bad. As I pulled into the lot in the back I was greeted by the rough voice of my boss, "Your late,
and on your first day! I hope this isn't how it's going to be the rest of your employment." "No sir, sorry sir" I said trying
to figure out I how I was late, I'm not due to work till 9:30 and the small clock in my car read 9:02 not realising that I forgot to change
the time because of daylight savings. Not a good way to start the first day but hoping I could make up for it during the day.
Checking over the map of the mall I walked down what seemed like the south side of it when all of a sudden, "Tim! What are
you doing down here?" I turned to see Mark running at me almost knocking me over. Mark is this cute jet black lab living right
next to me. He asked what the uniform was for, knowing that I was never one for a uniform. As I explained to him I work there
then that unforgetable rough voice addrersed me again, "So first late and now talking with friends when you should be working?
Why do I have the feeling I'm going to regret hiring you?" never a dull moment I see, I thought to myself. I told Mark I'd
talk later and when on studying the map trying to figure out where the store I was posted at was only to find out it was on th
other side of the mall. As I was on my way there I noticed what looked like a fight, no doubt two kids getting all worked up
over something stupid, "There a problem here?" I asked as I made my way over. I looked down at them only to see that Mark was
on the recieving end of the blows. Seeing this I took hold of the other kid throwing him off ready to beat him down if he
tried at Mark again, "What the hell is wrong with you? You okay Mark?" I asked standing between the two. Mark looked up and
weakly said "Sure, never better. Thanks. Never thought you would be the one to save me." As the other other kid got up he said,
"This thief ran past me and snaged the money out of my pocket." I sighed looking down at Mark asking if this was true. He
snaped back with a quick "No!" Never a dull moment, I thought to myself again. Looking over to the kid I asked if he was sure
that it was Mark that did it. He replied, "Yeah I'm sure." While helping MArk up I said, "You know I'm gonna have to search
ya, right?" He gave me a bit of an attitude about it at first but realising that I'm only doing my job he said, "Sure, do
what you gotta do bro." I quickly searched him and found nothing, then turned to the kid asking him again if he was sure it
was Mark. He then said, "Guess I was wrong, sorry. No hard feelings right?" I saw anger flare up in Mark's eyes, and told him
he should go while he still could. As he ran the oppisite way of the now quiet hall I helped Mark over to a bench and asked
him if he was sure that he was okay. "You look really cute in that uniform. You know that?" He said and I quickly replied
"You done lost you mind boy. You know I don't roll that way." He laughed saying that he was just joking. But I could hear
it in his voice and see it in his eyes, he ment every word of it. My boss walked up behind me and asked what I was still
doing here. "Just breaking up a fight and making sure my friend is okay, sir." I quickly responded. He looked down at
Mark's bloody face and asked, "You okay son? Do you need medical attention?" and quickly said "No, I should be fine. I
may just need help from Tim to get to my car and to get me home." He then looked up to me curling up his lips showing his
white sharp teeth as he snarled at me. "Be quick about it!" he said, clearly angry with how the day has ended up being. As I
explained to him that I would be taking the rest of the day off he just about snaped but backed off as I reached for my tazer
then I told him, "Even if you are my boss you are by no means above the law! I will not hesitate to bring you down if you
disturb this peacfull mall!" Seeing the growing anger in my eyes he snarled at me once more then quickly backed off and walked
away. On the ride home I addresed Mark on his "joke". "You lie worse than I do." I said. "What are you talking about?" he
quickly replied. "Your little joke as you called it. I know you ment every word of it." I said, trying not to annoy him still
seeing the anger in his eyes. "Is now really the time for this?" He said while trying to get the blood off his face. "It's
the only time we're going to have time alone to talk about it. Come on Mark, what's so wrong with it that you don't want to
talk about it?" I stated. "Well I never told anyone I was gay and seeing as to how that kinda sliped out back there... I just
don't want to talk about it." He responded cleaning the last of the blood off his face. "Oh come on Mark." I said as I pulled
over to the side of the road. "You can talk to me man. Nothing could change my opinion of you. Your a great guy and an even
better friend." As I saw his anger turn to sadness he said, "I have always liked you since we first met those three long
years ago, you know that right?" I noded and he continued, "Well truth is I liked you more than just a friend." He saw that I
was shocked to hear this, "Please, continue. Forgive my reaction." I said. "Do you know what it's like holding feelings like
that secret for so long? It pained me that I could never tell you how I really feel in fear of you rejecting me and never
wanting to talk to me again." He said as he continued. "You know I would never do such a thing. I would be shocked, sure. But
you're my friend and I would and always will accept you for who you are, no matter what." Crying he hugged me around my waist
as I gently patted his back and stroked his soft head and said, "It's okay. Let out your feelings, let your pain be eased."
He looked up to me smiling a bit and said, "I'm sorry that this is how you had to find out about this." Raising his head to
level with mine he pressed his muzzle against mine and kissed me. Slowly pushing him back so not to make it seem like
compleatly rejected the kiss because in truth, in truth it seemed so I don't know, so right. As I admitted it to him he
became overjoyed and hugged me again, this time much tighter and I could hardly breath but even through that I still ran my
hand through his thick still blood caked hair on his neck then pet his head. I struggled to pull him off and asked him again
"Are you sure you're okay? It looks like you lost lot of blood." He looked up and admitted to me, "Most of it isn't my blood,
I kinda bit that kid as he was beating me up. Took a good chunk out of his arm too." I asked, "Is that why his shirt was
tied around his arm?" He could only nod. I sighed and told him not to worry, that I wouldn't turn him in. We got back on the
road and almost two hours later we arived on our street. I helped him as he limped into my house, I stitched up he wounds and
cleaned the rest of the blood that he would allow me to off. I helped him to the shower and told him if he needed me I would
be right outside the door. About 10 minutes later he called through the door asking if I had any clothes he could wear
because he didn't want to continue wearing his blood caked clothes after he just got clean. As I told him all my clothes
still needed to be cleaned he came out with only a towel covering him. The smell of wet dog was overpowering as I am only
used to my own unique smell. Then I remembered my spare uniform. "You can wear my spare uniform if you want. It may be a bit
big for you but it's better than nothing." He nodded and as I went to get to get my spare he took the towel that was covering
him and finished drying himself off, but coming back sooner than he thought I would he couldn't cover himself in time. He
just stood there frozen looking at me shocked and embarassed. I quickly said, "For the love of all that is decent, cover
yourself!" As he quickly did so he asked for me to forgive him, that I had come back much sooner than he thought I would,
still standing there driping wet. All I could say is "Don't worry about it. Truth be told I think I liked what I saw." He
Smiled and asked, "Are you gonna throw me the clothes or shall I continue to walk around your house naked?" I laughed at him
and threw my uniform to him. Remembering something at compleatly random I requested the shirt of the uniform back. After he
threw my shirt back he looked at me confused. I said, "Hope you don't mind." As I took off my shirt and threw that one to
him. "I think that one should fit better. It's a size smaller." I said as I put on the other shirt and he said, "Hold up a
second." I did so and he closly examined my chest pushing some of my hair out of the way seeing a small scar. "What
happened?" He asked. "I got into a fight earlier this week and he had a knife. Guess you can figure out the rest." I responded.
He saw that the wound had reopened some how and licked off the little bit of blood that caked the fur around it. I quickly
grabed hold of him and asked him what he was doing and he said, "Just cleaning the blood off you." I asked "What blood?" and
looked down to see the small red bloody spot of fur around where he was licking me. "Oh" I said as I laughed bit. "Sorry 'bout
that." I let go of him and told him to get dressed I was going to go make us both something to eat. He did so and made his
way down the stairs into the living room. I called in and asked him how the clothes fit and he said, "Fine, they fit fine.
If we were the same color we may look like twins." We both got a small laugh out of that. After we ate seeing that he was
still limping I helped him back up the stairs into my bedroom and told him to rest here, that I would be back to check on him
in a bit. I came back to him snoring. Now with my bed being the only place I can sleep well I climbed in bed next to him only
then noticing the clothes I gave him scatered around the floor. The rest, I'd rather not talk about but I will tell you that
it was the most confortable sleep I have ever had. I woke up to him nipping on my ear still hugging me his bare soft jet
black chest still pressed up against my back. I gently woke him and asked him what time it was. "9:53 in the morning if your
clock is right." He told me. "Looks like I'm gonna miss work today." I said with a little laugh. He laughed too and we both
went back to sleep. Needless to say I got fired the next day for being the worst worker there If you would believe it, not
such a bad thing to be honest. Mark and I went job hunting a few days later, we only came back with two that we could do one
of which I wouldn't even consider while the other I had little to no experiance with. The first was this gay porn shite
looking for another pair to annoy and/or embariss. The other was in special effects for movies and such 'cause their last
person they had quit for, no reason I believe they said. Interestingly enough he moved out of the city and three doors down
from me. Mark and I headed over to talk to him and see if he could give either of us some pointers so we don't complietly
fuck it up our first day. When we got there he didn't take kindly to our visit, asking why we would want to work there after
what he had been through there. We told him what we were told, that we thought he quit for no reason which didn't make much
sence to us. He had become a tad bit more hospitable and invited us in for something to drink and offering to tell the real
story of his... overly friendly past job. But before I tell you that story let me describe him a bit. His name is Ryan, he
isn't much older than either Mark or I. He has a beautiful shiny white coat of hair with a small black line running under his
his left eye that ran the length of his body as far as I could tell, but back to the story I'm sure your more interested in
that than my choice in cute friends. Ryan liked his job at first, clean, well paying, and easy until he met the actors. At
first he pushed their advances to him aside and continued to do his job but after a while I guess he couldn't take it anymore.
When we asked him to describe the actors for us he said, "The first and most aggresive of the two is Tony, your friend here
reminds me of him same jet black hair just a bit taller and with a bit better of a build." He said to me. Mark didn't like
that but we let him continue. "The second is a bit more gental and caring, Travis I think his name is. He is a tall
alaskin husky with the most beautiful sky blue eyes." Again he asked why we want a job there with gay actors looking up only
to see us with our arms around each other. "Oh, guess it wouldn't bother you two as much as me." He said. "We'll leave if we
are making you unconfortable." Mark stated. He said we were fine and asked why we really came to talk to him. Reminded by that
we asked if he could give us some pointers for doing special effects. All he said was not to do anything we couldn't handle.
We left with that thanking him and telling him we were sorry for any disconfort we may have caused. A few weeks later we went
to try for the job. We were the only ones there so we got the job without much compitition. We were introduced to Tony and
Travis then later to the rest of the crew. As we sat there each trying to get used to the new equiptment Tony and Travis
approached us and asked, "Don't know what you're doing do you?" "Not in the least bit." We both said at the same time. "Need
some help?" They asked. "Only with the basics." Mark responded. They asked us to get up so they could show us what we had to
do. Of all the people I wouldn't have expected them to be the ones to know how to do this. After teaching us the basics they
got up nd told us to give it a try. We did so and all things considered it turned out well and we thanked them. They told us
not to worry about it, that they would find a suitable way for us to repay them. On our way home we saw that kid that was
beating up Mark those 5 long weeks ago. This timh he had a few friends with him. I told Mark we should turn around, but it
was too late. He hd seen us and walked our way. Well look here, looks like we got quite the cute couple here. Be a shame if
something were to happen to them wouldn't it? His friends laughed, none of them much younger than their friend. "What?
thought you would finish what you started at the mall all that time ago? What was your real reason for trying to kill him?" I
asked him. "I ain't got no love for gays and seeing as how you both gay." He said then snaped his fingers and the last thing
I remember was getting hit upside the head with a bat and falling to the ground. I woke up at home, Mark doing all he could
to keep me from bleeding out while the paramedics were on their way. "Guess you can take care of yourself better than I
thought." I told him. "Kid has a hell of a swind don't he? I've seen you take some hard hits and be fine." He said as he ran
to get a clean rag. We both heard the sirens coming down the street, Mark ran to the door and got the over to my house.
"Took your sweet time getting here, didn't ya." They got me to the hospital much faster than we though they would. For the
next two months I had stayed there in that damned bed recovering. Over that time my physical condition deminished, growing
weaker each day. When released I could hardly walk. Over time I regained the strength in my legs, but I never did make it
back to thhe gym. Being told that the one thing I loved close to as much as Mark was too stressful for me really did suck.
But if it kept us two togeather it was more than worth it. That's how me and Mark found our love for each other, The rest as
they say is history.