The Solution

Charlie knew this room. The rabbit had been here before, in what felt like another life. He'd grown up here. It had been a place of fond memories. Of happiness, laughter, and safety.

Once.

He hadn't been back in years. And yet he'd seen it a lot since then. More and more, recently. He kept coming back here. Over and over. Like there was something unfinished. Or some part of him left behind.

To be here again, not by choice, sent a shiver of dread through his body.

He looked around nervously, already knowing what he would find, and dreading it, but unable to choose any other action. Because coming back always played out the same way. And he was powerless to change it, just as he was powerless to change the past.

He saw the purple couch where he would sit with his old brother and play video games, tucked into the arm of the bigger rabbit, bags of chips in their laps. His brother would wear his favourite sky blue hoodie, eyes hidden behind a fringe under the hood, but an easy smile always across his face.

His brother was sitting there now. Naked. Bloody. Still. Head back, eyes staring into nothing. His clothes littered the floor in tatters of white, sky blue, and red.

He saw the pale cream walls adorned with family photographs. Charlie, with his brother and father. Some of the frames were broken. Others had fallen to the floor. The gaps on the wall were spattered with red.

He saw the light blue carpet where he had spent all his years sitting and watching TV, or playing board games, or Lego, to the sounds of his father going about the kitchen and his brother scribbling away on paper as he did his homework. In the corner of the room there was a pool of red amidst the blue. It was growing. Charlie had the unmistakable sense it was creeping towards him.

Standing in it -- or rather, held upright in it -- Charlie's father sputtered his last sounds, and with a disgusting crunch, fell forward, face smacking against the carpet with a thud.

Charlie whimpered and pulled his knees close against his chest, hiding the lower half of his face behind them, but eyes still watching, wide. He couldn't look away. He kept watching his father and brother, waiting for one of them to stand up and save him. Yet it was like rewatching a television show he'd already seen a hundred times before. He already knew the ending. There would be no miracle for the terrified little child.

The white wolf slowly turned towards him, those wide, red, insane eyes locking with Charlie's own. The rabbit froze, catching his breath in his chest like to let out air would somehow aggravate the beast. It was all a child knew to do when confronted with something like this, something incomprehensible. Fear, fury, and power incarnate. A walking nightmare.

It stepped towards him, movements slow and deliberate, mouth wide and grinning. Its sharp teeth dripped with red, its broad chest soaked in the blood of Charlie's family, with that ... _thing _between his thighs jutting outwards towards Charlie. It was so hard. It was bouncing in uncertain starts. It was dripping with more than blood.

Charlie felt warmth flood the clothes between his legs. But still, he didn't move. When the wolf planted his broad foot paws right in front of Charlie, the little wooden table the rabbit child had found himself under flew across the room like it was a dead leaf in a moderate breeze. And then there was nothing between him and the wolf.

Then, he moved, though not of his own volition. The grinning monster grabbed him by the leg, dragged him across the room as the boy screamed, and threw him onto the couch next to his brother's body. Charlie looked to his big bro for help as he always did -- the one person in the world who could make anything better with a cuddle. Those kind blue eyes ignored him entirely. Blood trickled from his throat down his brother's chest and pooled in his lap. The lap Charlie would sit in as they watched television. His brother couldn't help him now. The last thing he'd done was scream for Charlie to run before his throat had been torn out.

The wolf ripped Charlie's clothes off him in a flurry, dragging claws against the rabbit's skin. After throwing the tattered bundle across the room onto the father's body, the wolf was on top of him, dripping tongue lolling from his sharp-toothed mouth and probing towards the rabbit's mouth. Charlie squealed and forced his eyes and lips closed, trying to wrench his head away from the slimy intruder, but the wolf's tongue was too strong. It forced its way inside him and licked at the back of his throat, making him choke and cutting off his air.

It was wet, hot, and tasted of metal.

Charlie tried to push the wolf away, but it was like trying to push a boulder up a hill. Yet he still tried, trying to fend off his attacker where his bigger brother and father had failed. His persistence almost made him laugh -- the current Charlie, not the younger one. But still, he kept on acting out the play, struggling as he always did, as the inevitable finale approached.

When the wolf pulled his tongue away, Charlie panted with momentary relief, until it was replaced by something worse. The wolf grabbed hold of his long bunny ears and wrenched his little head forward, instantly filling his mouth with hot, rigid meat. Then he pinned the boy against the back of the couch and thrust forward, pushing impossibly deeper into the boy's mouth while letting out a howl. The unstoppable thickness ripped his lips, crushed his tongue, and stretched the boy's throat, and Charlie flailed weakly, trying to free himself from the horribly salty and incredibly painful intruder to his body. But like all his efforts, it was pointless.

The wolf had his way with him. He crushed Charlie's head into the couch with the force of his thrusts. And he kept on thrusting. Over and over. Grunting, growling, howling. Charlie's lungs screamed for air but got nothing except painful meat. His body started to go cold -- his head hot and prickling, and the world itself started to go woozy, whether from the pain, or the lack of oxygen, or the back-and-forth thrashing of his skull. In the brief moments he opened his panicked eyes, he looked up past rows of abs, and past two bulging pecs, to see an excited grin and pair of wide red eyes staring down at him with a kind of joy equal to his own misery.

"Fucking slut! Choke on my big fat dick!" the wolf growled, this time. "Gonna paint you with my cum like I painted the room with your family's blood".

Charlie never remembered exactly what the wolf said, but the words were always similar in nature.

"This is everything I wanted ... Fucking perfect ... Fucking heaven".

Charlie's head was so heavy he felt as though he was about to enter a deep sleep. But then the wolf pulled out of his mouth entirely. As Charlie gasped painfully for air and his eyes shot open, the wolf grabbed hold of his meat and pointed it at the kid's face.

And there it was. The image he couldn't escape. The image he always came back to.

Back for?

That white-furred, red-eyed, blood-soaked wolf. His massive form on top of Charlie, eclipsing his vision with bulging, powerful, deadly muscles. Sharp teeth grinning ecstatically below evil eyes that stared deep into his soul.

"Fuck. Yes!" the wolf grunted. Then he threw his head back and howled.

Hot, thick whiteness caught Charlie in the face. With one long squirt it coated his hair, his cheeks, and entered his open mouth. He could feel its heat soaking into his fur and kissing his skin. He could taste it against his tongue -- a taste his brain didn't know how to process. But the worst, the most intense, was the smell. That fucking smell, entering his nose, his lungs, his fucking brain. He could feel it ... changing him, like the scent of sex itself was proudly and arrogantly taking up residence in his young, innocent mind.

The wolf pumped his gigantic red penis over and over, and Charlie watched. He watched it spray wildly for what seemed like an eternity, coating his small, young body in its gooey thickness. He watched the wolf twitch and shiver, his body jolting with each grunt of pleasure. He watched the heavy white sack of bulging balls rise and fall with each spurt. He watched those thick muscles shimmer with the blood of his dead family as they flexed and pumped in rhythm with the wolf's ecstatic groans.

Charlie was still. And silent. He just watched.

He was a helpless observer, then and now, as his life changed forever. Even now, he could imagine the sickening sights and sounds and smells clawing their way into his brain and rewiring it in ways most people could never imagine. The moment lasted forever, matching its importance.

Then the wolf sighed happily, placing his paws on the bunny's cheeks to give him one more deep kiss. Charlie just watched, wide-eyed, as quiet as his dead brother next to him.

Then the colours of the world warped and spiraled away into a whirlpool of red and white, coloured tendrils pulling Charlie into the void behind them.

Charlie woke with a scream, sitting upwards in bed with a start, hands slapping against the sheets and gripping them tightly. He panted heavily, filling his lungs with air as though he'd been suffocating. His fur was wet with sweat, but against the early morning air, his moist skin felt cold.

A second later Elias gasped and his body jerked where he was lying next to Charlie. After a moment's realisation, the deer sighed heavily -- sympathetically -- and sat up next to the rabbit, placing an arm around him and pulling him against his warm, naked chest.

Sniffling, Charlie rested his head against the deer's, and squeezed his boyfriend's thigh.

Elias placed his hand on top of Charlie's and rubbed it gently before giving it a squeeze. "Another nightmare?" he asked softly, in a well-practiced, reassuring tone.

The rabbit nodded.

"The same one?"

Charlie sighed heavily. He glanced to the side, where a photo of him, his brother, and his father rested atop a table beside his bed. "Yeah", he said, with a deep, resigned breath.

"You're okay, babe", the deer soothed, hugging Charlie against him tightly with his arm. "You're safe. You're an adult now. No one's gonna hurt you". He gently tugged the rabbit backwards, trying to pull him back into a lying down position on the bed with him, but Charlie resisted.

"I ... I'm gonna go have a shower", Charlie said, weakly waving a hand up and down in front of his chest. "The sweat, it's..."

"It's okay babe", his boyfriend replied. "Let me know if you want me for anything, okay?"

Nodding slowly, the rabbit swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. His boyfriend's arms fell against the bed as the rabbit pulled away, and Charlie could hear him let out a deep breath as he lay back down on the bed and pulled the covers up around his body once again.

Part of him wanted to stay in his boyfriend's embrace, but he knew he couldn't. He felt fucking disgusting. He felt sick.

He shuffled out of the bedroom, taking care to angle his body away from his boyfriend as he moved. He was only wearing briefs, after all. There was nothing to hide his erection, or the big wet patch of cum seeping through the fabric, from his boyfriend's eyes.

After showering, Charlie rested his hands on either side of the bathroom sink and stared into the mirror. As the fan sucked the steam out of the room, his reflection started to come into vision through the blur.

He looked at the blue-furred, blue-haired, blue-eyed bunny in the mirror and sighed heavily. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he muttered quietly, almost breaking into tears as the words came out of his mouth. "I'm so ... fucking ... fucked up. My God".

Just below his stomach he could see the shaft of his cock before it was obscured by the sink. It was thick. Semi-hard. His boner still hadn't quite gone away. Under the shameful attention of his eyes, it throbbed a little, growing harder, pleading for release.

"Seriously?" he asked it, feeling bewildered.

He plodded backwards and sat down on top of the toilet, leaning forward to place his head in his hands. Tears trickled from his eyes to mix with the already slightly damp fur in his hands. He sniffled to try to pull his tears back into his body. Again. And Again. But just like his erection, they weren't going anywhere.

With a hopeless groan he let his body fall backwards. And he grabbed hold of his shaft and started pumping his dick.

"My life is a mess", he sobbed, even as he approached climax. "Something needs to fucking give ... please".

This anxiety was destroying him. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't focus. He tried to push away the shame and guilt but it only got worse. The dreams had been bad enough at first. But when they'd become wet dreams...

"Fucking hell", he panted, sniffling back tears.

He gripped the toilet seat with one hand while the other worked his cock. His whole body tensed up and he closed his eyes.

He saw the wolf. He saw the blood. He saw that massive, squirting cock.

"I fucking hate myself", he whimpered.

He shot his load all over the bathroom tiles.

* * *

As Charlie gathered the last of his stuff, ready to leave the house to go to work, his boyfriend wandered out of the bedroom, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. The deer came right up against him and wrapped his arms around the bunny's chest, squeezing him tightly in a hug. "You feeling okay, babe?"

Charlie allowed himself to fall into the warm embrace, clasping his boyfriend's hands in his own. "About as good as I can be", he replied with a sigh.

Sweet Elias. He was so kind and gentle and endlessly patient, even though he'd be woken almost every night by Charlie's nightmares. Even though Charlie struggled to have sex. Even though his trauma could be triggered at any moment. Elias never snapped. He was amazingly kind-hearted.

And if he knew the truth, he'd be sickened to the core. He had no idea his boyfriend was this fucked up.

Elias deserved better.

Charlie had to fix this somehow.

"I think I'm gonna hang out with George tonight after work", Charlie said. "Might be good to get out of the house and clear my mind".

The deer nuzzled his neck gently, antler brushing through the rabbit's hair. "I think that's a great idea babe. I hope you guys have fun".

Turning around, the rabbit gave his boyfriend a deep kiss and hugged him tightly. "I love you, El".

Elias smiled warmly. "I love you too babe. Have a good day. I'll see you when you get home".

* * *

The Den was a gay club notorious for all the wrong reasons. Charlie had been reading about it in the news for years -- the rabbit had a subconscious interest in these kinds of things, perhaps for reasons he had never really been able to accept before. It was a pulsating hub for unproven accusations from broken souls, and the occasional unsolved disappearance.

No one had ever been convicted, as far as Charlie had been able to find. That was just how things were in the bad part of town where the most vicious of preds made their home. Yet the all-too-commonplace stories were in the news enough for most furs to know what they were getting into if they went there.

Charlie wasted no time after work. He got a sandwich on the way and sat in the car across the road from the club entrance as the sun was setting. He alternated staring at the entrance where furs were starting to trickle in, and at his sandwich in the passenger's seat next to him. He waited for his nerves to dissipate enough for him to work up an appetite, but a whole half an hour later he realised he was wasting his time. He dumped his sandwich in a bin along the road as he headed for the door.

After flashing his ID at the big rhino security guard, he stepped inside and was struck across the face with the smoky, musky, alcoholic scent of the club. He headed straight for the bar, past grinding dancers and flashing lights, head down to avoid eye contact with anyone until he had some alcohol in his system.

He stared down at his first drink as it rested there on the velvet counter underneath his head, and thought of his sweet boyfriend Elias.

"Something needs to give", he said, his quaking voice being easily drowned out by the pumping music. Then he clenched his eyes shut with a kind of pain, speaking as though he were offering an apology or an excuse to the deer himself. "I need to ... get this out of my system. I have to do something. This can't keep happening. You deserve a proper, functioning boyfriend".

Behind his eyelids, he saw his sweet, smiling deer. Then he opened them, and there was just the drink.

He downed it in one go.

As the alcohol warmly massaged its way through his body, Charlie's eyes turned to the rest of the club. A crowd of furs were bouncing and grinding against each other in a poorly lit, smoke-obscured corner of the club. Charlie could see a very short otter being smushed between a pair of half-dressed tigers. The otter looked to be attempting to squirm his way free, but one of the tigers grabbed hold of him and tugged him back between them. The two felines grinned at each other knowingly as they pressed their shirtless bodies together and sandwiched the small fur between them. They'd decided on their little conquest for the night, even if the otter had other ideas.

Charlie felt his stomach twist with a sense of dread and concern -- or maybe it was the vodka on an empty stomach. Either way, it didn't stop his cock from throbbing a little bit inside of his pants as his mind turned to the thought of the poor otter being raped, crying and screaming, by a pair of huge tigers.

"Fucking hell", he cursed at himself. He spun around and waved down the bartender to order another couple of drinks.

After some more alcoholubrication, Charlie regarded the club with a greater sense of purpose. He was here on a mission and he just wanted to get it over with so he could get on with his life. And he knew what he was looking for. He squinted through the smoke and flashing lights for a pair of big pointy ears and some sharp teeth. He knew he needed a wolf. Preferably a big, scary, mean one.

He eyed a few candidates. A muscular grey one on the other side of the club. He had a huge scar across his nose, which served as a promising sign to the bunny. But after watching him for a few minutes and trying to work up the courage to go brush up against him, a pink-haired cat returned from the bathroom and wandered into his arms. The pair rubbed each sensually other with their hands. He was already taken.

There was another one, brown, back near the jostle of horny dancers. He was standing there with his arms crossed, tucked into an alcove behind a pillar, looking across the crowd with what looked like arrogant scorn across his face. He was a little skinny for Charlie's liking, but he had meanness in spades. Charlie's ears twitched with interest, and he twisted in his seat a little so he could watch the wolf for a while, considering if he was a viable candidate.

Charlie was still trying to figure out what the wolf's deal was when, ten minutes later, a fox pulled free of the dancing crowd and headed for the exit, a drunk stumble in his step. The wolf's eyes followed the fox all the way to the door, despite the big fur himself not budging an inch. That is, until the moment the fox stepped outside, as that was when the wolf spurred into action too, sauntering towards the exit, a look of determination in his dark eyes.

Charlie had the distinct impression the fox didn't know the brown wolf even existed, but was about to meet him for the first time. He hoped the fox had some kind of desire to be raped like the rabbit did.

He sighed heavily and spun around again to face the counter. "Oh God", he groaned. "What have I gotten myself into? This was such a bad idea".

His stomach grumbled with anxiety. No, guilt.

How did I convince myself that cheating on Elias would be good for me? For us?

He groaned and placed his elbows on the counter, dropping his head forward and tugging on his own hair in despair. As the beats and scents of the club washed over him, he shrunk into the dark, lonely pit he knew too well.

"I'm a horrible fucking person", he breathed to himself.

"You can see a lot when you pay attention in this place, huh?" a deep voice said into one of his long ears.

Prickling faintly with anxiety, he turned his head to look at the source. But when his eyes fell upon the fur next to him, his cock just about jumped out of his pants.

A huge, black wolf with icy cold eyes was leaning on the counter next to him. He was wearing a tight, dark t-shirt, and the definition of his thick muscles bulging through the fabric was as painfully clear as Charlie's own guilt.

The wolf smirked, probably noticing the rabbit's very unsubtle gaze towards his muscles. But politely he continued, looking back out towards the rest of the club and casually waving a hand. "You see furs pair up. You see a big one and a small one, a look of fear in the little one's eyes, and you know the law's not the only thing about to be broken".

Charlie barely listened, all his attention instead on those rows of sharp teeth between his lips as the wolf spoke. He wondered if they'd ever drawn blood. He imagined them dripping with red, and his cock stirred.

"You see a fox leave and a wolf leave after. One of them totally oblivious to the other's existence even though he's been watched by him for an hour". The wolf shrugged casually and looked back at the bunny. "You think he'll wake up sore tomorrow? Or will he wake up at all?" he said with a smirk.

Charlie stared at those thick arms. He wondered if they'd ever punched someone unconscious. He imagined the sound of those heavy fists thudding against flesh, and his cock throbbed.

The wolf lowered his hand towards the bunny, and traced a claw along Charlie's arm slowly. He could feel the sharpness drag against his skin like a knife through his fur, and it sent a shiver through his body.

"Or..." the wolf continued in a lower voice, shifting closer to him so the bunny could feel the warmth of his body, and placing his muzzle to Charlie's ear. "You see a cute little bunny sitting at the bar, all by himself, ogling every single wolf in the place, with a look of hope in his eyes that flickers out every time he sees they're leaving with someone else tonight".

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was from being frustrated after being here for hours and striking out over and over, or more likely it was just this wolf's ungodly attractiveness, but Charlie was ready to jump in the wolf's lap and ride him right here and now. He turned his head so their mouths were only an inch apart, breathing each other's air, and he said, "I'm Charlie".

"Wex", the wolf said with a smile, baring his teeth, and Charlie just about fainted.

He's a God. Don't fuck this up.

"Are you ... leaving with someone else tonight?" Charlie asked, his brain summoning an unholy strength to flirt better than it had ever flirted in its goddamn miserable fucking existence despite its intoxication.

"That depends".

"On?"

"Whether you are", the wolf said.

"Why would I when you're the hottest guy here?"

Wex flopped back on his stool, letting out a pleased laugh. "You've got eyes, then", he said with a wink.

Charlie slid off his stool like he was being dragged by the magnetic force of the wolf's body, stepping towards him and pressing his body against the wolf's. He had an unbearable need to just ... touch him and feel him. And thankfully, Wex was all too receptive. He turned towards the bunny and opened his arms and legs. It was an invitation that Charlie couldn't help but accept. He stepped forward between the wolf's legs, placed a hand on the wolf's chest, and pressed their stomachs together, feeling rows of taut abs against his tummy. Even in the bustling club, surrounded by hundreds of other furs, it felt almost intimate. Charlie thanked the universe for delivering him exactly what his soul had been craving.

He looked up at the wolf's handsome face and swallowed hard. This was so out of his comfort zone, but there was no way he could turn back now. "Your place?" he asked.

Wex curled the corner of his mouth in a look of pain. "I'm not really a ... my place kind of guy".

Charlie thought of sweet Elias back at home, thinking his boyfriend was out with a friend. He was probably baking something for him, with one of Charlie's favourite shows queued up on the television -- the wonderfully considerate partner that he was.

"I can't do mine", the rabbit said simply.

The wolf narrowed his eyes as he looked into Charlie's. "Why not?"

"I just can't".

There was an agonising period of paused thought between them, in which the rabbit wondered if he'd just accidentally ruined the best chance he had at satiating his desires. But then the wolf chuckled and smiled knowingly. "You're one of those guys, huh? That's alright. I understand. Everyone needs a taste of a proper man".

Worrying he was about to lose his chance, Charlie gripped the wolf's chest through his shirt and blurted out, "I don't care where. In a cheap hotel room. In a fucking alleyway. I don't care. I just ... I need you. Tonight". He shuffled forward to press his erection against the wolf's thigh and let his cock do the begging for him.

Wex raised an eyebrow and pondered him for a moment. Under those icy cool eyes, Charlie's stomach did flips. He couldn't let this slip away. Not when he'd somehow stumbled across the most goddamn attractive wolf he'd ever seen. He'd never forgive himself.

"Well", the wolf said, stroking his chin with exaggerated thought, "you're lucky you're so cute. Maybe I could make an exception for you".

Charlie felt an excited grin explode across his face, and the wolf chuckled in response.

* * *

The front door to the wolf's house hadn't even fallen closed before they were upon each other, tugging at their clothes and grinding their bodies against each other. Wex essentially had to drag Charlie all the way to his bedroom, as the bunny couldn't manage to let go of the wolf's incredible body, preferring to dedicate his legs to squeezing their bodies together rather than standing or walking.

They stumbled in the bedroom, having lost everything but their underwear along the way, and Wex threw Charlie onto the bed. The whole bedroom smelt unmistakably of wolf, and Charlie nibbled his lip happily and breathed the masculine scent in deeply until Wex crawled on top of him.

Charlie reached for the wolf's briefs, but Wex grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head, squishing his wrists against the bunny's flopped ears. While Charlie squirmed and whimpered with lust, Wex grinned arrogantly, seemingly enjoying the rabbit's angst. "Tell me, what makes a cute little bunny like you cheat on his boyfriend for me?"

Charlie looked up at the wolf's eyes pleadingly, wishing they could just fuck already, but Wex just continued smiling.

"I wanna hear it. I always enjoy hearing it".

Shit, Charlie just wanted to fuck hard and fast, but the wolf wasn't letting him. Wex was in control and Charlie had to play by his rules. It was incredibly frustrating. And incredibly hot. Wex could do whatever he wanted with him. In a way, it was exactly what he wanted.

He said what he expected would make the wolf happy. "You're just ... You're so fucking hot, how could I not?"

Wex chuckled in response, but there was a lack of happiness in his eyes that the bunny had been hoping for. "Oh I know. But you weren't there for me. You went to the club to fuck and you were eyeing every wolf in the place. So what is it? Your pathetic, little-dicked boyfriend not doing it for you or something?" His icy eyes glinted with excitement as the filthy words filtered through his sharp teeth. He was smarter than your average stud. In fact, Charlie could see that nothing about this wolf was average. Especially not the humongous bulge tenting his underwear and soaking the fabric.

Charlie desperately wanted to please this god of a wolf, but he wasn't sure what to say. "No, it's -- he's lovely -- it's complicated".

"That's what a lot of them say at first", the wolf grinned. "But they soon realise how worthless their boyfriends are compared to me".

Charlie grimaced as his mind wrestled with the prospect of criticising his amazing Elias just to turn this wolf on. But he couldn't. All he could do was tell the truth. Despite his sickening faults, he would sooner throw himself under the bus than Elias.

"It's not him. It's me. I'm fucked up. I'm..." He choked with a moment of bitter laughter. "I'm so fucking fucked up. I'm a horrible fucking person. You've got no idea", he said, his voice starting to break towards the end. As he lay there, pinned under Wex, hoping desperately that his honesty wasn't discouraging the wolf, he could feel a familiar tight tingling around his eyes. Tears started to well and dribble down his cheeks.

Calmly, slowly, Wex lowered his head, slipped his tongue through his sharp teeth, and licked the tears from Charlie's face. "I like fucked up", he said darkly. "I _love _fucked up". There was no hint of humour in his voice. His eyes were cold and serious. He wasn't kidding. And it caught Charlie off-guard.

He was worried he would scare him away, but the wolf's response was incredibly reassuring. And it was exactly what he needed to hear -- in combination with all the alcohol he'd consumed -- to say what he said next.

"I'm sick".

"Why?" Wex asked, frowning curiously.

"Because..." He clenched his eyes shut, but it couldn't stop the flow of tears.

"You can tell me", Wex said gently, nuzzling the bunny's cheek. "From one sick fur to another".

"A ... A ..." Charlie whimpered, the words forming in his mind but refusing to exit his mouth. He could barely handle the horrible truth himself, and he'd been living with it for over a decade. How would someone else handle it?

And yet ... this was a wolf. So far, the perfect kind of wolf -- big, masculine, and casual towards cruelty. If anyone could understand, it was him. And if he truly was going to help Charlie overcome his dark, soul-crushing compulsion, he needed to understand.

Charlie opened his eyes and looked past the rows of spiky teeth to stare into Wex's pale eyes. "A wolf killed my family", he said, almost choking on the words, and shivering as sadness and guilt flooded his body.

They were only five words, but the dark implication was all there. And Charlie knew the wolf was smart enough to understand them. He could almost see Wex's brain processing them through his eyes -- putting the pieces together and making sense of it all. And he waited, quivering with unbearable anxiety, heart cold as though his own words had chilled his body to the core, to see what would happen.

Wex licked his lips slowly, thoughtfully, deliberately. Then he snorted air through his nostrils, and pushed his nose against the bunny's as he slowly exhaled. He paused there for a moment, their eyes staring at each other, Charlie's teary, Wex's entirely unreadable.

"You really are a sick little bunny, aren't you?"

Charlie sniffled, opening his mouth. "I--"

His voice was cut off by the long, thick, wet tongue entering his lips. Instantly, his anxiety fell away and his body went limp, and he moaned into Wex's mouth as the wolf kissed him deeply. Wex released his hands, and he wrapped them around the wolf's chest to pull their bodies together, even as Wex grabbed hold of the bunny's skull in his own huge paws, kinking the bunny's head to the side so he could probe his mouth even deeper with his tongue. Their bodies came together on the bed, Charlie noticing the weight of the huge wolf's mass at first -- squishing him just enough to be uncomfortable without being unbearable. Then he noticed the feel of the muscles against his skin, pecs and rows of tight, bulging abs clearly delineated against his own smooth form. Then he noticed the heat surrounding and enveloping him, overwhelming his little body.

Then he noticed the gigantic hardness pressing against his own aching dick, damp, throbbing, and powerful, and he just about screamed with joy. He threw his own legs around the wolf's waist and squeezed him tightly -- kidding himself by trying to grind his dick against Wex's when the wolf was the one truly in control, pinning him against the mattress with his weight and rubbing himself against the bunny with long back-and-forth humping movements.

Wex pulled away momentarily, just enough to move his muzzle down to the bunny's neck and start nibbling. As Charlie started moaning, fingers grasping the wolf's back with all his strength, excited pleasure overwhelming his body, Wex growled, "Tell me what happened. I want to know the details".

"Oh God. Really?" Charlie gasped, eyes open wide in shock.

"Tell me", the wolf repeated, in a more demanding tone this time.

Charlie could feel the fucking spurt of precum shoot through his shaft and soak his underwear. His heart was racing right now, same as it had been all those years ago on that fateful day, and a huge part of his conscience was screaming at him that this was wrong and he should stop. But that part was drowning in lust and vodka, and its voice was no more than a gurgle. "I was ... I was seven years old", he whimpered as Wex continued making out with his neck, sending tingles through his body. "I was living with my big bro and my dad. And one day this wolf came by. He just knocked on the door, and when my dad opened, he just fucking walked inside. He didn't say anything. He just ... fucking walked inside. Like he owned the place".

"Mmhmmm", Wex mumbled approvingly. "A proper wolf, then".

"God, yes", the rabbit sniffled, smiling despite himself. "He didn't give a fuck".

"Keep going", Wex said, using one of his hands to caress the rabbit's body, rubbing down his side and stopping to squeeze his ass through his briefs.

"He walked into the living room where my brother was watching TV, and I was on the floor doing a jigsaw puzzle. My dad followed. And he stood there, looking around at the three of us. And ... and my brother looked up at him and said 'Who the hell are you?' and..."

Charlie gulped.

"And?"

"The wolf just fucking punched him. Right in the face, really hard. He just..." Charlie broke into a hopeless, bitter laugh, tears dribbling down his face as he thought of his beloved brother. "He just fucking punched him. I can remember the sound so easily. He fell back against the couch and groaned. And my father screamed in terror. And I crawled across the floor and hid under a table".

Wex moved his muzzle up Charlie's face, still licking and kissing, until their mouths met in a moaning kiss. Then, raising his head just enough to free Charlie's mouth, while still smushing their noses together, Wex said, "Then what?"

Before the rabbit could reply, he felt a big paw slip inside his underwear and grab hold of his cock. "Oh, fuck!" he groaned, clenching his eyes and arching his back as heavenly relief rippled through his body. "Unnnnngggh, that's so good".

"Then what?" the wolf, repeated.

Panting heavily, Charlie opened his eyes to meet Wex's. He felt more naked than he'd ever been -- exposed to the soul. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. The guilt and the sadness and all the fucking misery were dwarfed by his arousal. In fact, they only made it better. He could trace it all the way back to his childhood, when fear had forever been linked to pleasure in his mess of a brain through his trauma.

"My dad grabbed hold of him and tried to pull him away, but ... he was so small compared to the wolf. The wolf smacked him across the room like he was--"

"Nothing", Wex said, with a smirk.

Charlie nodded. "Next thing I knew, the wolf was naked. And he was on top of my dad, just ... ripping him apart with his claws. He'd -- ungh, fuck!" He stopped to groan as Wex rubbed his cock for him, like the wolf was encouraging him. Charlie indulged him in return. "He was swinging his arms around and sending streams of blood flying through the air, onto the walls, covering the room".

"Just fucking unstoppable, huh?" Wex said, his hot breath covering the rabbit's face.

Charlie whimpered and nodded. "It was terrifying".

Wex pressed their noses together harder and stared into Charlie's eyes, still stroking the bunny's erection, still pressing his own throbbing hardness against the bunny's thigh. "Why do you think he was doing it?"

"He enjoyed it", Charlie replied with certainty.

"Oh?" Wex said, teasing him for more information.

The rabbit nodded. "He was hard as a rock the entire time".

"Oh", Wex said with what sounded like amusement, baring his teeth in a smile. "So he's ripping through your family -- this big, manly stud of a wolf, naked and hard the whole time? That's pretty fucking hot".

Charlie shivered with happiness. "You ... You really think so?"

Wex chuckled. "Keep going. I wanna hear the rest". As if that wasn't enough of an answer, the wolf's cock flexed hard against Charlie's body.

My God, you're perfect, the bunny thought. He had an urgent desire to do exactly as he'd been told.

"My dad fell against the corner of the room and he was groaning and gasping. I can still remember the sound of his breath. He was choking on his own blood. But my brother had come to, and he looked over at me and screamed at me to run".

"What a nice, considerate bro he is -- was", Wex said with a smirk.

"I think it pissed the wolf off, because he went back over to my brother and pretty much jumped on top of him".

"Wait", Wex interrupted. "I wanna..." He hooked his hand into Charlie's underwear band and pulled downwards, freeing the bunny's cock. Charlie whimpered as his precum-wet cock head flexed upwards and kissed the wolf's warm stomach fur. Then Wex did the same with his own underwear and unleashed his monster of a cock to flop across the bunny's waist, with a groan of, "Oh fuck, that's better!" Wex's cock was as long as Charlie's hips were wide, and the bunny gasped, stunned into silence. Through primal need, he reached to play with that massive, twitching snake, but Wex caught his hands and gave him a kiss. "You can play with it after story time", he teased. "Now tell me, what'd the stud of a wolf do to your pathetic bro?"

"Nnnngh", Charlie groaned, struggling to suppress his lust to so much as talk. He was acutely aware of the weighty cock lying across his waist, and his own cock twitched against the shaft, perpendicular to it. Wex, the wolf of his dreams, was even bigger than the wolf _in _his dreams.

"C'mon, turn me on. Tell me".

If anything could get him talking, it was the prospect of pleasing the god he was sharing the bed with. "He jumped on top of my bro and ripped his clothes off with his claws, so my bro was naked. Then he just started wailing on his body with his fists. One fist, actually. He was stroking his dick hard and fast with the other".

"He was really enjoying himself, huh?" Wex added, giving the rabbit's lips a teasing lick as he started to slowly stroke the bunny's cock for him again.

"Nnngh, uh huh", Charlie whimpered, continuing breathlessly. "He was grinning the whole time, and groaning, and licking his lips, like an animal. And he just kept punching. He punched him in the tummy and the chest and the cock and balls, going harder and faster with both hands. My brother was screaming and thrashing, until the wolf growled something about him being too loud, and he sank his teeth into my brother's neck and just ripped a big chunk out and spat it across the floor. After that my brother stopped moving, and the--".

Suddenly, Wex planted his lips on the bunny's once more, kissing him for a moment before he broke away in laughter.

Charlie looked at him in confusion. "What's--"

Wex sighed, smiling. "It's just, when I brought you home tonight, I thought you were just another cute twink who wanted to see what it was like to sleep with a proper man. Instead, you're--"

"Fucked in the head".

The wolf chuckled, shaking his head. "So much better", he finished. "This is so ... fucking ... hot", he said, planting a kiss further down the rabbit's face between each word until he was kissing Charlie's neck again. "You are such a good storyteller", he growled in a deep voice. "Where were we?"

Charlie whimpered. "The wolf ripped my brother's throat out".

Wex opened his mouth and sandwiched Charlie's throat between his teeth, biting into his skin gently. "Rike rhis?" he mumbled through his open mouth.

The fact that in that moment, Charlie had no impulse to even try to stop the wolf surprised him. "You can do it if you want to", he said, the words coming out of his mouth like someone else had taken over his body. It hurt to speak, as the movement caused his neck muscles to move and press against the wolf's sharp teeth, but that wasn't a bad thing. Wex didn't reply. He just paused. The rabbit continued, staring at the ceiling of the wolf's bedroom, wondering if it was the last thing he'd ever see, and if Elias would go the rest of his life wondering what happened to his loving partner.

Ugh, he should have cared, but...

"You're an alpha male. You're better than me", Charlie said, the words forming in a way that provided a blinding clarity he'd never known. "You can do whatever you want and I have no ability to stop you. Nor do I have a right to stop you. And I'd die happy ... knowing that I'd made a wolf as manly as you happy".

He stared at the ceiling and waited for whatever would happen, feeling a sense of peace he'd long ached for.

Wex slowly lifted his teeth and shifted upwards to look the bunny in the eyes. There was a kind of ... kindness in them that he'd not seen the entire night. The wolf placed a hand on Charlie's cheek, stroked it gently, and in a low voice, said, "I like you. You understand things in a way that I do".

Charlie smiled, staring up at this god of a wolf and buzzing warmly with the knowledge he was pleasing him. "Should I continue?"

Wex nodded. "But stroke my fat dick for me while you do".

As Charlie gasped with excitement, Wex swung his body around so he was sitting on top of the bunny's stomach, his heavy butt cheeks squishing the bunny's tummy between them. Then he lazily lifted his cock into the air with his hand, and let it flop down on top of Charlie's chest with a thud, splatting precum on the bunny's blue fur. Charlie could feel the drool pooling in his mouth as he took the beautiful sight in. It was so big and juicy -- throbbing and pulsing and dribbling cock slop. And the smell -- fuck! It smelt of sex. It smelt like a man. It smelt like ... a memory.

He grabbed the veiny, oozing snake with both hands and started pumping it for the wolf, grinning as he listened to Wex's groans. The wolf rubbed his stomach and pecs up and down with his hands in a beautiful form of self-love, and Charlie was only jealous he didn't have more hands to join him. He could help in other ways, though.

"After he killed my brother, my father let out this horrible, hopeless moan and started crying. And the wolf just laughed. After pumping his dick for a whole minute on top of my brother's dead body, he went back over to my dad and pulled him to his feet and pinned him against the wall. Then he started speaking for the first time. He said 'Thanks for the rape-bait', or something. And then he just started humping against my dad, like he was a pillow, and he was getting off on the friction. The wolf was saying 'Killing your boy made me feel so fucking good', and 'I'm gonna jerk off thinking about snuffing the dumb little fuck for the rest of my life'. My dad just kept crying".

"He was rubbing his power in your dad's face", Wex added, nibbling on his lip as he looked down at the bunny. "The power of his muscles, the power of his big fucking cock, your dad's inability to protect his own family".

Charlie nodded in agreement. Wex's cock pulsed hard in his fingers, and his own dick throbbed like crazy, starving for attention.

"It's what I would have done", Wex added.

Charlie melted. Everything Wex said was a massage for the bunny's tortured soul. "Really?"

"Mmhmmmm. If I'd just ripped some dumb fuck's throat out, I'd force his fucking father to stare at his dead son's body and laugh. I'd ask him why he didn't stop me, and tell him how good it felt".

"Oh God".

"Keep going. This is great", the wolf moaned.

Fucking hell, he really is perfect, the rabbit thought.

"He pinned my father there against the wall with just his cock and hips. He had his hands behind his head. And he just kept grinding as my dad was choking up blood and sobbing".

Wex laughed. "Nice".

"And eventually the wolf started groaning. I think he was getting close to ... you know. And he looked over at me, then back at my dad, and said, 'He's next'. Then he just snapped my dad's neck. I still remember the sound".

Wex made a guttural sound with his throat, kinked his head to the side, and let his tongue loll out of his head, imitating Charlie's father's death.

The brazen teasing gave Charlie pause for the first time in a while, enough for his conscience to come burrowing back through his lust with a hopeless wail.

He was getting off on the thought of his family being murdered by a wolf. Channelling his fucking memory of their violent deaths to give pleasure to another wolf. It was so fucking wrong.

But he'd been in so much pain for so long. He'd been suffering for so long. And every second of this was bliss. If there was some way for him to finally find happiness again despite what he'd been through ... or even _because _of what he'd been through ... how could that be wrong?

His eyes moved up the wolf's perfect muscular body. "Does it turn you on?" he asked Wex adoringly.

"Heheh, does my throbbing hard-on suggest otherwise?"

Charlie leant forward to give the wolf's dribbling cock-slit a lick, savouring the taste of his cock juice in his mouth with a peaceful smile as he continued pumping the massive cock. "Finally, he came for me. He dragged me out from underneath the table and threw me on the couch next to my brother. He ripped my clothes off, got on top of me, and forced his tongue inside my mouth".

"Oh fuck, mmm", Wex groaned, gripping his chest. "Could you taste your brother's blood?"

"It was all I could taste for months afterwards".

"Mmmmmmmmmmm".

"His tongue was so long and thick. I was choking on it. He was moaning into my mouth, snorting hot air onto my face through his nostrils. He had his eyes closed, and he looked, just ... so happy. I was so scared. I still thought my brother was going to save me somehow".

Wex's cock spurted a big glob of precum through the air, and it landed on the bunny's lips. But otherwise, the wolf just continued listening, rubbing his body, seemingly lost in pleasure. Charlie licked the precum, used his tongue to coat his mouth with it, and thanked the universe once more for his luck.

"Then he pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his cock".

"Mmm".

"He was super rough. He grabbed my ears and just slammed my little face. He made my mouth bleed, and he was all the way down my throat. I was suffocating on his cock. I struggled, but he was strong in ways I'd never imagined. I looked up at his muscles and teeth and eyes, and saw..."

"A God", Wex said, nodding knowingly.

"Yes!" Charlie replied, grinning at how perfectly Wex understood. "He was this unstoppable, unimaginable force. He caused so much pain and suffering and death. He destroyed lives like it was nothing to him, you know?"

"Oh I know".

"He looked so excited and happy while he was raping my mouth, and he was calling me a fucking slut, and saying things like 'Gonna paint you with my jizz like I painted the room with blood', and grunting and groaning as he rammed away at my mouth".

"Mmm, just really going to town, huh?" Wex said, gritting his teeth, chest rising and falling as he panted with lust.

Charlie panted excitedly. "Then right before I passed out he pulled his cock out and pointed it at my face. Then he howled, and unloaded his cum all over my face. He barely even had to touch it. It just exploded all over me. It was suddenly all I could taste and smell. It was everywhere. All over me and inside me. I'd never had any exposure to sex, and it just..."

Charlie paused, struck with the realisation that what should have been the hardest thing to ever say to anyone in the universe was amazingly easy to say to someone like Wex.

"What?" Wex asked.

"It just destroyed my young mind. It changed me forever. It made me into ... this".

The wolf chuckled. "This..." he said, dragging his claws from Charlie's tummy up to his chest, "is so much fun".

Somehow, Wex always knew the right thing to say.

"Afterwards, he pissed all over my brother's body. And left me alone there in the house with their bodies. I think I sat there for ages, waiting for one of them to wake up ... before I eventually managed to go knock on my neighbour's door".

"Poor boy", Wex said in a sarcastic, babyish tone.

"Wait, I forgot", Charlie said suddenly. "Before he left, he said he'd be generous and let me live -- he'd let me go with a lesson".

Wex kinked his head to the side, an ear pricked upwards. "And what was that?"

As the white wolf's voice played in his brain, as clear as a recording, Charlie said, "Always know your place in the world, boy".

"And do you?"

Charlie eyed Wex's glorious, oozing cock, his rippled stomach, his bulging pecs, his thick arms, his sharp teeth, and finally, his icy eyes. The unending storm of anxiety and guilt he lived his entire life inside had subsided. For the first time in his entire life, since he was a child, he was at peace. There was a quietness. A calmness. A sense of everything just being ... right. And that was more than enough of an answer. "I do. Beneath sexy studs like him. And you".

Suddenly, Wex leant forward, planting his hands on the bed either side of the rabbit's head, arms tense, adopting a position of control, like it was his turn to talk now. Charlie's body prickled with fear, but he couldn't help but enjoy feeling tiny underneath the wolf.

"That's right, bunny", the wolf growled. "You're nothing compared to furs like us. I could tear you apart like a piece of paper. And I would, if it gave me a good orgasm. Because that's all you're good for. Making proper furs like me feel good for a moment. But you know that, don't you?"

"I do", Charlie said, pumping away on the wolf's dick like it was his purpose in life. Which it was. He didn't even care about why he was doing this anymore. He could hardly remember why he'd gone to the club in the first place. All that mattered now was making Wex happy.

"I bet killing your dad and bro gave that wolf a whole lot of pleasure. Well, fuckin good for him! He was big and strong. He took what he wanted. And he deserved it. He sounds like a fuckin stud. I think we'd be good friends".

"Yeah", Charlie panted. "He did what he wanted. He didn't care about how much it hurt me".

"How much it hurt you?" Wex laughed, sneering in a way that felt almost mean. "Do you realise how fucking lucky you are? If I were him, I would have thrown you on top of your brother, rammed my cock inside of you all the way up to the knot, and railed your little ass until it killed you. I bet the twitches of your dying body would have made for an awesome orgasm".

Oh fuck. That was the hottest thing Charlie had ever heard. How was Wex so perfect? How did he get so lucky to find someone to play along with his fantasies?

Unless ... he wasn't playing along.

"Do you mean that?" Charlie asked. "Are you really that kind of person?"

Wex laughed. "Am I that kind of..." He shook his head with amusement. "Baby, do you know how many people I've killed?"

Charlie's movements slowed to a stop, and his eyes widened. "K-killed?"

Wex just grinned. Just like before, his eyes were cold and serious.

The rabbit's heart raced. He should have been horrified and sickened, but all he could think about was how much his cock was throbbing right now. "H-how many?"

With a smirk and a shrug, the wolf said, "Heh. That's the thing. I've lost count. They all kind of blend together ... in a red blur, you know".

The rabbit's mouth fell open. He couldn't believe it. He'd been looking for a wolf like his rapist, but to actually find a murderer...

His hands started moving again, slowly picking up pace, working that huge, hot, thick, drooling cock.

Wex continued through a sharp-toothed grin. "Some stick out, you know. The particularly fucked up ones. The ones that made the news. The ones I jerk off to the memory of. Or the pictures of. But others, they were so pitiful I can't even remember them. I know nothing about their lives. All I know is that they made my dick feel good".

"Oh my God".

"I'm your God now, bunny", Wex said. "And telling me about your family getting snuffed has got me close to cumming. Now make my dick squirt all over your face like when you were a kid".

Charlie didn't need to be told once. He worked that beautiful, murderous dick as hard as he could, his nose filling with the musky, manly scents of sweat and precum. Wex leant back on his arms, his whole body flexing like a magnificent work of art as he groaned with pleasure.

"Charlie..." Wex groaned, not even looking at the bunny.

"Uh huh?" Charlie panted.

"If you could go back in time and stop him ... would you?"

The rabbit couldn't stop himself from grinning. Shame and guilt gurgled inside of him but his soul grabbed hold of them both and just danced like it didn't care. "No. He took what was his. It's not my place".

Wex let out a lustful groan, and Charlie knew they were on the same page. The same letter.

"And what if he was here now?" Wex said, breathing even harder this time. Really hard. "What would you do?"

Still smiling ecstatically, Charlie looked at Wex's glorious, leaking monster of a cock as he pumped it hard. He knew what he was going to say would bring that impossibly perfect cock pleasure, and that brought him untold happiness. "If he was here now", the rabbit panted, "I'd worship him. I'd kiss him all over. I'd get down on my knees in front of him and thank him with my mouth for hours and days".

"Fuuuuuuccckkk!" Wex groaned. His whole body tensed up, and he whipped his head forward, sharp teeth gritted, icy eyes staring straight at Charlie's face. The slit at the end of his massive cock opened up and exploded in a torrent of hot, thick wolf spunk all over Charlie's face. The rabbit opened his mouth in a grin with his tongue out, and caught half of the first spurt between his lips, the rest splattering onto his cheeks. He breathed in deeply to fill his lungs with the strong scent the way he had as a traumatised child. But now he was old enough to enjoy it. Wex was perfect in every way. And he was everything Charlie had always needed.

"Guuhhhhhh!" Wex groaned again, as he flexed his powerful muscles, and the second cock-spurt shot all the way over Charlie's face, some catching his hair, but most of it splatting against the bed with an audible splurt.

As he pleasured a male of the same species who had murdered his family, the ecstasy was too much. The rabbit's cock came to life without even being touched and sprayed all the way up his stomach until it reached Wex's ass. And it kept on going, like it was the orgasm he'd been waiting his entire life for. The rabbit wailed helplessly with pleasure he'd never known.

"Good little slut", Wex growled, as the third spurt from his cock caught Charlie right in the mouth. "I'm glad the dumb cunts are dead".

"Unnnghh, yesss", Charlie moaned, licking his lips.

"Their deaths gave so much happiness", Wex added. "And they gave me ... you".

The rabbit grinned intensely, his own cock still shooting like crazy. The loss of his family had left a horrible hole in his heart, one he never thought he'd be able to fill. But Wex and his muscles and his cock and cum were more than enough to fill it. The heavenly pleasure that Charlie felt now made all the pain ... worth it.

For the next minute, the pair were lost in pleasure together, humping, panting, sweating, and squirting cum over their naked bodies, akin to a spiritual experience -- two fucked up souls laid bare in each other's presence and coming together, embracing, finding pleasure in each other. Charlie felt a sense of vulnerability, and with it, acceptance, that he'd never dreamt of. At the end, Wex leant forward, grabbed Charlie's head between his paws, and gave the rabbit a deep kiss. Charlie wrapped his arms around the wolf in return, hoping he never had to let go. They soon rolled onto their sides, wrapped around each other -- their hot, sweaty, cummy bodies squished together as they panted and smiled.

"Was that what you needed, baby?" the wolf said with a smirk.

"You've got no fucking idea how perfect you are", Charlie replied.

"Oh", Wex said, flashing a cocky smile at the bunny, "I have _some _idea. I mean, I'm pretty fucking hot, huh?"

"You couldn't be hotter", the rabbit replied.

"That's why I deserve to do whatever I want. Whatever the cost", he said with a calm smile.

"You're right", Charlie agreed, slowly stroking the wolf's chest with adoration.

"And I get whatever I want. Because someone like me deserves it".

Wex spoke with a kind of cool confidence that suggested he had something in particular to say. And Charlie couldn't help but feel like Wex had taken him by the hand and was leading him down a dark alleyway.

"What do you want, Wex?" the rabbit asked with a hopeful smile. He wanted to badly to make the wolf happy.

"I want you", Wex said with a growing grin.

Charlie's body flooded with a profound sense of bliss. "Me? I'm ... I'm flattered".

"You understand how nature works. You appreciate me for what I am. And you know what your life is worth in comparison".

"Absolutely nothing", Charlie replied, matching Wex's cool tone. "Do ... do you want to kill me? If you want to, you can... Not that you need my permission", he said, eyes twinkling as he looked up at the god of a wolf. He imagined those sharp teeth sinking into his neck, and the pleasure it would cause that huge beautiful monster cock.

Wex chuckled. "No. Not right now, anyway. Boys like you are rare. And I want to keep you around. You see, you're a lot more fun than you give yourself credit for".

"Oh ... okay. Thank you", the rabbit said, blushing, his heart picking up pace as he considered the possibilities of what Wex was saying.

"But ... I don't like competition, you know?"

In that moment, the rabbit remembered with faint amusement that he actually had a boyfriend. "Do you want me to break up with him?" he asked. The words came so easily. An image of Elias flashed into his brain, but it was blurry, seeming like a distant, faded memory. Charlie pondered the memory of the deer curiously.

"Heh, no. Of course not".

"What then?"

"C'mon kid. You know exactly what I mean", the wolf said, smiling. "There's only one way a guy like me deals with competition". With that, Wex brought his arm up beside his head and flexed his bicep, blowing the bunny a kiss at the same time.

Charlie did know what he meant. He just didn't want to accept it. Memories of Elias were coming back to him now, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He thought of Elias at home, patiently waiting for his partner's return, waiting to embrace him and make him feel loved. The deer who had looked after him in his dark moments, endlessly loving and patient. So sweet and kind.

And then there was Wex. After one night with him, Charlie was happier than he'd even been in his entire life. Wex didn't just understand him in ways no one else ever could, he _enjoyed _the deepest, darkest parts of the rabbit. Around Wex, Charlie felt whole again. No one else could ever do that for him. Elias could never do that for him.

Charlie had done this for Elias. For the two of them. He'd tried to fix himself by ridding himself of his dark desires -- satiating them once and for all to purge his soul of them. But now, he could see, that's not how it worked. He'd been so naive. The darkness inside his soul had fed on the lust and pleasure and only grown bigger and stronger, and now that it had been set free, there was no putting it back. And he didn't want to. He knew the true meaning of happiness now, and it was in service of a wolf. He could never be with Elias again. He would be lying to both of them. He would never be happy.

And yet, that wasn't even what mattered. His own happiness didn't matter.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at the god of power and masculinity next to him. At his cock. His muscles. That smirk. He looked up at Wex's icy eyes and fully understood their coldness for the first time. They were the emotionless eyes of a killer. They were the kind of eyes that had seen blood and death and darkness and not even blinked. And they were beautiful. The wolf was a god of strength and sex, infinitely superior to either Charlie or his boyfriend. He deserved whatever the fuck he wanted in the world. Who was Charlie to deny him of that?

It was a path as terrifying as it was exciting -- a life in service of Wex, doing whatever the sexy psychopath wanted. The price was his sweet, innocent boyfriend's life, so that Wex could claim him as his own forever. He would hate himself for it.

But Wex would be happy.

And that was what truly mattered most.

"Can I pleasure you while you do it?" Charlie asked.

Wex grinned triumphantly. "Of course, baby. You're gonna make me feel so fucking good".