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Chapter 1:

Curdu Leon paced in his living room nervously, his bare footpaws falling quickly but softly on the clean hardwood floor. The clock let the minutes drip only slowly away, as Curdu's emerald green eyes flipped obsessively up to check the time. His tail flit back and forth as his feline form moved about the dimly lit room the shadows and vagueness of the light gave an almost a greyed tint to his off-white, black striped fur.

"11:30... 31...32... Dammit, where is he?" Curdu muttered anxiously, his eye also flipping to look at the front door, lying just down the hall from the living room as he wandered about. He crossed the room, this time with intention and purpose, and flipped through the CD's he kept by the stereo trying to find some kind of distraction from his present situation. He put in one by the techno-esque group of "Blue Furs," letting their percussion and beat vibrate through him and the house. He wandered over to the back window, staring up at the dark, and mostly clear sky, with the only cloud crawling slowly across the moon's face. As it passed, the light shone down on him with a near bleaching intensity, as Curdu closed his eyes letting his mind wander.

It didn't have time to go far, as the tune of "Chimes" rung out over the accelerating beats of the CD. Curdu sprung suddenly out of his daydreams to his feet. He walked to the door, pawing down the volume of the stereo with an unnecessary and dramatic flourish as he walked past it, causing a smile to steal across his face. He calmed himself for the person waiting on the other side of the door, wanting to present a more conservative and collected countenance to his visitor.

"Took you long enough fuzzface," said the feline on his doorstep.

"Took you long enough to get here Reál, Curdu retorted. The two smiled at each other as friends do, and Curdu stepped aside, allowing the midnight black feline before him into his home, quietly shutting the door behind him.

"Happy New Year," Reál said, handing over a bottle of Diet Coke, a favoured beverage of the two furs.

"Not quite, we still have half an hour to mess this year up," Curdu responded, taking the bottle and moving into the kitchen with it, disappearing briefly and leaving his guest to wander about the room. Reál took in the feeling of the room, which resembled the main body of some old lodge. The largest wall was made entirely of stacked stone, with the mortar so light it was nigh invisible, and nestled in the center of this wall was a fireplace, stoked for the evening, and the flames crackling with almost a cheerfulness to welcome the new year. The roughness of this wall contrasted all others that helped form the room, which were marble smooth and white. The ceiling was high, with the lowest rafter standing at least 30 feet from the floor. Reál always admired this room, feeling natural and comfortable within its confines.

Curdu bustled about the kitchen, first putting the drink in the fridge, and then scurrying over to the cabinet to get two glasses for the pair. He then fled back to the freezer, his paw reaching into the darkness, as the light inside was broken. His paw groped in the ice tray, causing the ice cubes to stick to the sweat, which covered his paw, and was created by his earlier anxiety; because of this he really didn't have to grasp the cubes at all, but he did wince a little as he tugged them off, as they pulled sharply on his fur. He dropped them into the glasses and looked around for the Coke for quite some time before realising he put it in the fridge just a moment ago. As he was pulling it out Reál entered the kitchen, leaning on the open doorframe, his long thin tail swishing about around his legs.

"Want help?" he asked, slipping his paws into his pockets, causing the sleeves of his long shirt to bunch up, making his muscles look a bit bigger than usual. Curdu did a double take, but continues acting as the host.

"I'm fine, but thanks for offering," Curdu replied, pouring the drink finally into the cups and taking both of them up in his slightly slender paws, he handed one to his friend, their paws brushing just barely, but it was enough to make Curdu blush lightly under his fur. Reál noticed, as he noticed everything in Curdu, but he simply smiled and raised his glass in a toast.

"Cheers," Reál said clinking the glasses together.

"Cheers," Curdu said, reclaim control of his skin tone, and returning his friend's smile, while basking in the warmth his friend naturally exuded.

"Sorry about being late," Reál said, putting on a sheepish look, which Curdu rarely saw from his friend. "I was party hopping you know, all night. First Jess's, then Daniel's, and now your swinging little shindig."

Curdu blushed again

"Anyone else coming over? How many did you invite?"

"Oh, well, I dunno. No one really RSVP'd, but in all honesty I'd be very surprised if anyone else showed up. I'm just glad to have my parents out of the house for a night. They're out going to parties too." Curdu responded, looking his friend over, avoiding the ice blue eyes that held a warmth almost ironic to their hue.

"Well, we'll have fun no matter what. I like one-on-one time anyway." Reál said spinning on one foot, finishing his drink and leaving the kitchen, with his tail gracing across Curdu's hand.

Curdu's mind fled the scene, and retreated into memories at Reál's touch. He knew his friend had experimented in the past with other male furs, and though Reál occasionally bragged about his adventures and exploits, he was chivalrous enough to refrain from details. Curdu had always laughed and swatted at Reál after the telling of such stories, but during them he was enthralled, his focus on nothing but the words of his friend, his mind often cursing the lack of detail. Curdu's focus would sometimes shift from the words dancing from Reál's tongue, inspiring and creating fantasies in Curdu's mind, onto Reál's lips, with Curdu's thoughts musing on what it would be like to press his own against them. Then he moved on to thoughts of tongues entwining within each other's maws. The reveries would break though, once either Reál finished talking about the scene, or Curdu realised the subconscious effects Reál's words had on his body, such as his cock beginning to peak from its sheath, or his tail beginning to lift.

Curdu's mind rolled over scenes that played out in his head, but, for whatever reason, his sexuality hadn't really occurred to him, in fact he considered himself mostly asexual, not having any interest in any fur he looked at. For quite a while he had thought that it was simply Reál's magnificent storytelling abilities that caused the effects he felt afterwards. However he soon realised who he was, and faced another dilemma.

He realised at the start of Christmas break, having already discovered who he was, but still being locked tightly within the closet, that he would not see his friend and budding crush on the daily basis he had come to expect, enjoy, and almost need. He was actually scared at first, both at the prospect of being separated for such a time, as well as uncertainty at his feelings toward his friend. Indeed it had been a while for the two, nearly two weeks with little more connection than a few short phone calls.

However the strongest lingering fear Curdu held was one that was simple and typical, yet complex and valid: "Will I mess this up?" He wasn't concerned with messing up the approach; he had planned for that. No one else was actually invited tonite. It was intentionally just himself and his friend. He had carefully thought out his words ahead of time, wary about what to say, almost to the point of walking on eggshells.

His approach did not concern him; he worried about losing his friend.

He knew Reál was bi-curious, just as he was, but at the same time, Curdu had a real fear that he would scare Reál away somehow, by maybe forcing some relationship that wasn't truly there, or above anything but friendship. He was extremely concerned with the creation of any awkwardness between the pair; anything lingering in the air afterwards that could taint their relationship. Curdu could withstand not having Reál as a lover or, his body shivered unintentionally at the thought of it, as a mate, but he couldn't stand the thought of losing him, estranging him, or God forbid, driving him away.

He was started back into reality by Reál's voice calling from the living room. He had apparently turned off the music and turned on the television, the announcer preparing viewers nationwide for the looming ball drop. In his state, ball drop took on an entirely different meaning for Curdu, as he scurried back into the living room, apologizing over and over to Reál for his aloofness.

"You're fine, man," Reál said trying to calm the kitty, as Curdu took a seat beside him on the couch. The fire, which was at their backs, behind the couch, cats their silhouette's on the wall, setting them dancing to the rhythms of the flames, and sometimes bringing their shadows teasingly close together but never letting them touch.

Reál sat smiling and watching the partiers on the television, while Curdu sat in a paradoxical state of nervous calmness. His friend's presence, and the slightest hint of his must in the air, drifting out presumably from beneath his shirt, began to soothe Curdu. However in his mind his thoughts clashed and fought, running about in his head like obnoxious children begging for his focus and attention.

"Y'alright?" Reál asked, watching Curdu snap yet again out of a pensive reverie, and back into the real world.

"Dammit Curdu, focus! Stay in the moment!" he thought as her turned to answer his friend. "Oh, yeah I'm just fine. Just spacing out a bit, no biggie." He replied to Reál, looking into those damn blue eyes again. "No biggie..."

Reál smirked and mussed with the fur on top of Curdu's head, causing Curdu to growl playfully at his friend. Reál always knew how to relieve tension.

"Didja have any plans for the rest of the night?" Curdu asked, trying to fix his ruffled fur. "Mom and Dad said you're more than welcome to stay over if you want, or get tired, or whatever. We could play video games, watch movies, I got "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" for Christmas of you're interested."

"Mm... I'll think about it. I have to budget my social time or my parents get pissed that I'm not home enough. Can you believe it? 18 years old, senior in high school, and I still get treated like a fiver year old!" Reál exclaimed.

"Then don't act like on so much," Curdu retorted.

They simultaneously stuck out their tongues at each other.

Their friendly and playful silliness was interrupted by the announcer on the television. He was a rather young looking grey wolf, dressed somewhat casually in a brown tweed suit, looking more like a college professor than a newscaster. He had a spot of white fur just behind his right ear that gave him a bit of charm.

"Yes ladies and gentlemen the last moments of the old year are drawing in now, so get yourselves ready! Only about a minute left! Hold your breath, get your champagne and fireworks, or find your sweetheart. Midnight is almost here! So pucker up kids and ring in the New Year!" the announcer said, chuckling at his apparently impromptu rhyme in his last two sentences.

Curdu's nerves returned, as he shifted nervously in his seat, his agitated tail moving back and forth in long quick strokes. He knew what he want, but was unsure of himself. "Everything is so much easier when it's just a thought in the future." All his planning and word-work was flying right out of his head as he succumbed again to his Hamletian flaw of over-thinking and under-acting.

45 seconds...

"Anyone special you wanted to kiss tonite?" Curdu asked. "Some girl at one of the other parties?"

"Nah," Reál responded. " 'Sides most furs I know are with someone, and the single ones... well, let's just say that most of them are single for good reason," he concluded chuckling to himself.

30 seconds...

Curdu's heart raced as well as his mind... well, at least Reál had no desires for anyone else... that was helpful... right?

"Well, I... uh... I'd hate for two good looking guys like up to have to go stag tonite," he said, trying to be jovial, but simple coming off as baiting Reál on to more questions.

15 seconds...

Reál picked up on it instantly and decided to bite the bait, but was genuinely confused at its source. For all his intuitiveness he hadn't picked up anything hinting at this coming from his friend. Maybe Curdu was just kidding around. Maybe he was just a little lonely. Maybe he was...

"Whaddya mean kit?" Reál finally responded

"Kiss Reál?"

10 seconds...

Reál fumbled with words, in a rare moment of speechlessness. All his independent confidence in whatever he wanted to be, coming off occasionally as too much bravado, all that abandoned him here, next to his friend.

9...

8...

"Reál!"

7...

"OK!"

6...

They turned to face each other, Reál admiring, perhaps truly for the first time, the emeralds, spirited jewels that sat on either side of Curdu's speckled nose, as Curdu lost himself in the radiant sapphires opposite him, as they betrayed a hint of nerves within his friend.

The next 5 seconds dripped torturously away, Curdu could feel the inside of his maw moistening in anticipation, and the force behind both of their hearts would have been sufficient enough to go bear hunting with a willow switch. They both expected to receive from each other a quick peck, simply to satisfy tradition, and be done with it before the ring of "Happy New Year!" had ceased to hang in the air around them. Neither gave what the other expected.

Before the first note, or the first semblance of the tone of "Auld Lang Syne" had begin to materialize to celebrate the beginning of the New Year their maws were locked together deeply and passionately. Both of them held together with closed eyes, hiding their respective jewels beneath delicate eyelids. Reál's head cocked just a few degrees left, while Curdu's cocked just slightly right. As the kiss held longer and longer, but still retaining all the joy and pleasure of a first kiss, Curdu hesitantly slipped his arms underneath his friend's, hooking up under them and resting his paws on the shoulderblades of Reál's back.

Reál responded instantly.

He quickly pulled his friend closer, arms wrapping around his Curdu, his paws resting one close to his shoulder and the other on the small of his back, his claws gingerly digging into Curdu's back, eliciting no resistance from the kitty as the two were clasped firmly together.

In Curdu's mind there was nothing else in the world. The televised crowd silenced and the announcer stopped thanking sponsors. They didn't matter or even register to the acute hearing of either feline. Though neither of them could see it, the flickering shadows on the wall had finally, and happily, united; the silhouettes almost seemed to be enjoying the moment more than the two furries whose bodies had spawned them.

The crackling of the fire, of all things, slowly pulled both of them back to reality. Their faces slowly pulled away from each other, seemingly of one mind and one accord; it would have been impossible to determine with any certainty who had officially broken the lock A small bridge of saliva connected both of their maws, looking as though each were holding the ends of a piece of fishing wire in their mouths. The felines kept close their foreheads resting against each other's, as their bodies synchronised, heartbeat, breathing and all.

Reál's tail flicked up and with a flourish more characteristic of Curdu, pressed the power button on the nearby remote, finally silencing the screaming throng on the television. Silence now hung over the pair, but they both had reached the point where the silence was no longer awkward. The both attempted to speak at the same time, calling the other's name simultaneously, again eliciting a smile from the two.

"Why couldn't I see it?" Reál mused aloud. "Between you and me? I couldn't tell that you possessed any feeling towards me, and I didn't know myself. I didn't realise what I wanted Curdu. I had never thought about you in that way... maybe I didn't let myself. I couldn't see you having interest in guys, let alone me. I guess I was nervous things would get tense... awkward... maybe ev--"

Reál's train of though was derailed by Curdu's maw again pressing to his own. Curdu's heart had leapt at Reál's approval, and revelation, the cherry on the whole thing being the kindred thought the two had felt about not wanting to lose the other and paying the ultimate cost of friendship for their desire.

Reál felt his friend's mouth open as his tongue came out and licked tenderly and affectionately against his own. Reál opened his own mouth and sent his tongue to toy with Curdu's, touching it gently to excite his purring friend, then retreating it back into his mouth, luring Curdu in. Curdu followed without hesitation, again wrapping his friend to him, as his tongue fought feverously with Reál's on its home turf. Curdu leaned in, bending Reál back slightly but still holding him from lying down entirely.

Purring loudly, Reál broke the kiss nipping at Curdu's tongue as it left his mouth causing his partner to yip slightly and blush, looking down at his friend, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Curdu... if I had thought, at all, that we would be like this someday..." Reál began, looking guilt and near tears. "Curdu... I would have waited for you. I would have given myself to you. I'm sorry... so sorry..." Reál slumped into his friend's arms, as Curdu shushed him with a paw over his mouth, running the other through the fur on his head. It was Curdu's turn to soothe.

He nuzzled Reál, kissing his neck, and licking at it, causing his friend to purr and squirm in his arms. Pawing and clawing gently at Curdu's back, submitting to him in a way that was uncharacteristic of the black feline.

Both of their cocks had peaked from their sheaths, with Curdu's lengthening rapidly as he kissed his friend, reaching it length of about 7 inches in record time. Reál had felt it rubbing against his thigh, coaxing his own out of its sheath to a height just longer than the one pressing against his leg. Reál saw this as an opportunity for atonement and pushed Curdu tenderly off of him, his paw sliding down Curdu's body stopping at the bulge between his legs. Curdu purred and leaned back, closing his eyes, unable to believe his senses.

"I wanna make it up to you Curdu... what little experience I have is yours," Reál said, slipping a hand below the kitty's waistline, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling them slightly down, though in his excitement, Curdu kicked them off entirely, causing Reál to smile up at his friend, as he pawed a the lump beneath Curdu's blue boxers, purring as he thought about its texture, warmth, and size.

Reál unbuttoned his shirt, the heat within him building, as his musk's intensity grew. He let if fall off his body showing a fit but not toned chest, causing Curdu to gape. His arousal was increasing exponentially, and grew even more when Reál finally exposed his member, standing tall between them. Reál licked his lips as he stared at it, unable to speak or move. Curdu's moan of desire brought him back as he stroked the black feline's fur. Reál purred as he felt his lover's paws run across his thin silky fur. He nuzzled the erection before him, himself amazed that Curdu would offer it to him.

"Reál... please... I've waited too long..." Curdu moaned as his hips bucked slightly up, as his cock seemed to beg for attention.

Reál obliged.

He first licked up the shaft, causing Curdu to moan again, purring and panting already looking up at the ceiling. Reál stopped at the head, nuzzling it again and kissing it lovingly before taking it into his mouth, tongue swirling over the head, teasing the rest of his member with inattention. The larger being the rod was connected to however, seemed not to mind in the least, his claws extending and retracting as he gripped the cushions of the couch, his head rolling about. Reál took more into his mouth, running his tongue along the shaft as well, eating 4 or 5 more inches of the throbbing and wet kitty meat that had his own member straining to break out of the confines of his pants. Curdu was lost in pleasure as wave after wave surged through him as Reál's head pumped up and down on his cock. He was close, very close. Pre had already been escaping his cock, much to Reál's delight, as he lapped it up eagerly, his tongue begging for more. He was here, his moans signaled... this was it, his rising balls declared... he was about to-

Reál pulled off, looking up at his friend, who seemed almost horrified at his denial. They were both panting and Curdu's wet cock was throbbing, begging for release. Reál touched Curdu's still clothed chest and leaned up to his ear

"I'm gonna try something I haven't done before... been done to me, but I never attempted it before... Just one request I have," Reál whispered to his whimpering friend. "Don't buck."

They kissed again before Reál dropped back down to below the kitty's waist. Looking at the meat, which had calmed slightly from its inattention, but it still drove Reál to lick his lips lustily at the thought of it. He dropped his lips back down accepting the inches he had eaten before with ease, but then Curdu felt him sinking lower, and lower, not rising back up as he had expected. Curdu felt his cock shift in Reál's mouth as Reál stifled a gag, his lips touching the furry base of the shaft, with the head of the cock deep in his mouth, touching his throat. Reál began swallowing, the muscles of his throat teasing the cock, begging for its release.

Curdu's torso was going mad, as he writhed in pleasure, but trying to obey Reál's request. His mind was soaring as he felt the muscles teasing his cock, and he was all to happy to oblige their begging, moaning loudly, back arching, and claws piercing the cushions, as his cock throbbed and pulsed, finally spilling its contents into the deserving cat's maw, some of it being dumped instantly down his throat.

Reál didn't care to count the jets coming into him. Reál didn't care about anything. He sucked his lovers member, coaxing out as much cum as he could, moving his mouth up off the base, so as to be able to fit as much of the load in his mouth as he could, though some small streams trickled back down the shaft between his lips, as well as down his face fur, sticking to it. As the orgasm subsided Reál pulled off and showed the contents of his mouth to his lover, who smiled at him. Reál shut his mouth and Curdu watched as his throat expanded quickly, twice, and then saw the feline's mouth again, empty. Curdu dived in for a kiss, his tongue practically chasing his seed down Reál's throat, with Reál presenting no resistance at all. As the kiss broke, Curdu pushed Reál playfully off and walked out of the room, and into the kitchen, flaunting his bare ass as much as he could, and raising his tail seductively, not casting a glance back to catch his friend's reaction.

Reál sat panting on the couch, recovering. He stared at the same ceiling Curdu saw as his orgasm filled Reál's mouth and smiled. Thanking whatever higher power brought the tow of them together. He heard a clinking of glass and saw that Curdu had returned with two wine glasses and a bottle of champagne, smiling as his friend rose and approached.

"Wanna go up to my room?" he asked, his tail swirling about Reál's legs.

"What for?" Reál responded.

"Drinks" Curdu said smiling, turning about and heading upstairs, tail rising again.

Reál smiled and followed.

He appreciated the lie.