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Chapter Three

By Roofles

"The storm is coming in from the Eastern front as you can see here on the chart," weather man Paul, a rather large polar bear, said slapping a paw onto the blue screen behind him and nearly knocking it over. "It won't be passing," he continued in that monotone voice. "Until late Sunday night at the earliest. Back to you Ms. Rambottom," he finished just standing there staring at the camera man.

The scene awkwardly cut away from the rotund polar bear just standing there and back to the anchor woman who was a plump, fluffy looking ram. "In other news..."

The TV droned on in front of them illuminating the dark living room where the two sat in. The only light came in from the kitchen. Neither of the two said anything at first, both just staring blankly at the screen a good several feet apart from each other.

Rob turned the TV off, resting back and kicking a leg up. "Well fuck," the dog said loudly in the silence that had fallen. "There go my overtime hours." He muttered, thinking about it. He was supposed to work this weekend. It would've been worth it with the pay they'd have to get him.

"Easy for you to say." Samuel cursed sitting on the lazy boy chair on the other side of the room, crossed legged and biting his thumb as he stared at the screen. It meant more than one thing. Lack of hours was always a curse, not a blessing and if what they said was true he would be stuck here, HERE for the next two days. After his little outburst no less; something he still was trying to get over. Thankfully the dog seemed to have forgotten about it or have the common sense and courtesy not to bring it up for the time being.

The apartment already stunk of dog, being trapped inside wasn't helping at all with the cat's pusillanimity. The Siamese cat shivered once more in the cold room and began rubbing his arm, cursing under his breath as he glared at the now dark screen, naturally blaming the weather man for causing the storm as was the American way to do so. It was one thing he recalled his father constantly doing; blaming the news for all their problems as if those reporting it were to blame.

The weather was only getting worse by the minute. Samuel could see his own breath in front of him, inside no less! This was just getting out of hand. He had hoped, figured he'd have at least have enough time to make it to his own place. That can of tuna really wasn't going to eat itself.

Rob's ear twitched and he stood up, stretching out, flexing his arms and rocking his chest side to side popping his back with a loud yawn to follow. Scratching his reddish mahogany belly fur he walked past the cat not even looking at him as the canine headed down the hall with heavy footsteps, ducking into one of the rooms and vanishing from sight. The primarily black fur dog was still in nothing but a loose pair of shorts at this point. Feeling no need to put anything else on as the night ticked by.

The German Shepherd popped out the next second buried underneath a very large, grayish blue wool patch blanket that looked to belong in his grandmother's time. Lifting it up the dog marched down the hall, blindly bumping into the wall on the way and then into the TV as Samuel watched with only what he could explain to be a cat's curiosity. And pity. A lot of pity. This was before recoiling as the mass of wool was dumped on top of him burying beneath him under the musky fabric.

"There." Rob said wiping his paws off as if he had just thrown the garbage out. "That should help." His tail wagged as he moved around back into the kitchen to pull out the second pizza from the freezer and toss it into the oven seemingly unfazed by the freezing cold.

Samuel fussed with the blanket before his martin like head broke free of its warm, woolen, musky surface and looked over at the dog with a glaring frown. The blanket was clearly the dogs and from the smell of it, hadn't been washed in weeks. It stunk of the large natural muscular canine that was currently busy finishing off the first pizza as he reset the timer for the second. And from the smell of it, the dog slept naked. Among the other things he did in this blanket. It was still comfortable however.

"I've noticed you have an issue with the visual appearance of canines, am I correct?" Robbie noted from the kitchen without looking over. It was hard to say if he was offering that help he had suggested earlier in the night.

"Well, yes... I never really thought too much about it." Samuel said sniffing at the blankets. The smell of it, of Robbie didn't bother him. The strong masculine scent was in fact pleasing and helped settled down his racing heart.

"You also don't seem to have an issue with my voice." Robbie also noted as if keeping track of it all. "Only when I bark."

"Only when you bark." Samuel had been saying at the same time and just ducked his head down as the canine looked over at him. Robbie's tail wagged at that.

"I can work with this." The canine noted, teasing the idea around as popped the top off another beer bottle. "Those covers are yours tonight, kitty. Can't have you freezing to death on my watch." The canine tipped his beer before looking away, his tail and butt wagging as he did so.

Samuel blushed at that. Flushing hotly in the face, Samuel ducked his head down a bit tossing it up over his ears and snuggling into it not proud that he enjoyed the warmth provided by it. How the smell was in fact relaxing and the idea of the dog using it making him feel butterflies in his stomach. Giggling stupidly he poked his nose out to look over at the dog who had in turned looked at him.

"So...you like my blanket?" The dog asked tail wagging as he looked over at the cat glad at least something like that didn't bother him.

"It's warm." Samuel replied flatly leaving it at that, Rob didn't press the issue any further but the smirk pulling on his lips said it all.

"You don't mind that you're stuck here do you?" The canine asked still trying to sound nonchalant about the whole thing as he scratched the side of his thick neck. Trying to play off the fact the feline was stuck here with him if he liked it or not.

"At least it's you." Samuel said not paying his own words much mind, it made the dog grin ear to ear though tail wagging a mile a minute after. The cat figured out of all the dogs he had to be trapped with this was the least of all the evils. The idea of being stuck with the great dane for instance would've been too much to bare for his faint heart.

"Ok. Good." Rob just clapped his paws together, wiping his hand off on his shorts and heading back down the hall. Samuel watched with that curiosity again before turning towards the counter wondering if he could reach his beer from here without getting out of a chair. Or rather leaving the warmth of the blanket. He was sure it wasn't a heated blanket and yet it was warm to the touch as if the dog had quickly rolled about on it several times before giving it to him. Samuel frowned; sure that was indeed the case. Dog's were weird like that. Says the cat who was currently trying to catch the mouse on the game on his phone.

There was a crash from the other room that caught his attention and soon half a mattress was shoved out into the hall making him jump in his chair. The dog grunted, flexing as he lifted the king size mattress up and moved the other half out, down the hall before resting it against the wall knocking a few pictures off the wall. Wiping his forehead off Rob moved over to clear some space out in the middle of the room while Samuel watched.

Rob had to clean up the old discarded garbage, the left over pizza boxes from the last time they had ordered it and several old Chinese to go containers. Samuel was seeing a theme in all this, noting that Rob and his roomies really did love to get take out. Samuel was envious, wishing he could afford to do as often as it seemed they did.

"The hell you doing?" The cat finally asked as the dog's tail never stopped wagging as he picked up the side table, flipped it on its side and pushed it out of the way with his foot. He tossed the chair's foot rest up onto it and began cleaning up a bit. Rob wasn't even trying to keep things organized. Just tossing things here or there to make space.

"Making a fort, duh." The dog rolled his eyes making the cat's jaw nearly drop.

"Come again?" Samuel had to ask, sure he had misheard the dog.

"That's what she said." Rob chuckled crudely to himself as he headed back into his bedroom to come out with several pillows and blankets. The dog was nearly skipping like a puppy as he tossed everything onto the floor before positioning the mattress in the middle of the room.

The dog's rear rose up as his front quarters fell and he began setting everything up building around the edge of the mattress rather than stacking things up, creating a sort of wall around his mattress. The German Shepherds ears rose up and he looked around, tail wagging as he inspected his work proudly. He hopped over and stole the cushions from the couch to add and reinforce his fort with.

"The conquest of the couchland was a full success..." Rob just grinned foolishly, looking like an overgrown puppy than anything else.

"Some fort." Samuel muttered looking at it, and at the same time wishing he had a fort. His inner child making him feel jealous.

"Time to get the beer!" Rob said loudly with a clap of his paws and jumping up and over his makeshift wall, heading towards the kitchen as if the canine had fully forgotten the feline sitting in the nearby lazy boy.

Samuel watched the dog before moving quickly, slipping his shoes off and plopping himself with the heavy wool blanket down into the middle of the fort.

"The hell!" Rob whined looking at the cat with a six pack in hand and a very downcast face on that broad lug of a head of his.

"All your bases are belong to us." Samuel replied smugly. "No dogs allowed." He added.

"B-but but!" Rob protested looking at him before motioning at all the hard work he had done to make it.

"My, usurped, fort my rules." Samuel just replied curtly sticking out his tongue.

"And if I bring offerings of beer and pizza?" The dog asked hopefully.

"I don't plan on sacrificing my principals for trivial things." Samuel just said bundling back up in the blanket. "I am beyond mortal means. I have ascended."

Rob frowned wondering why in the nine hells he was actually putting up with this and just stepped over the knee high barrier and took a seat next to the cat who had quickly scooted over. Samuel just wrapped himself more in the blanket as if it'd protect him if something were to happen. Rob just set the case on the side and reached over for the remote on the couch behind them. Turning back around he turned it on beginning to flip through the channels aimlessly.

Simple, easy, a bit childish but nice. That's what this was. All it was, Samuel told himself. Again. And again. It was just two guys, in a couch/bed fort watching TV. That was all. With beer, he noted as one was set next to him. Otherwise the dog seemed to have forgotten all about him once more. Rob was just jaded about him, not carrying it seemed anymore. Samuel wasn't sure if that was a plus or minus. A part of him kind of missed that relentless attention the dog used to show him. Another part of him was screaming at the first part to shut the hell up and enjoy the civility while it lasted.

The Siamese cat just rested back, easing up a bit on the covers before unzipping his uncomfortable sweater. Staying mostly under the blanket Samuel took off most of his winter wear. Folding his scarf neatly and putting it to the side with his jacket, mittens and the fuzzy socks he wore, allowing his fur (and toes) to breath. A little breathing room goes a long way when your covered head to tail in fur. Pulling on the undershirt the cat just rested back closing his eyes, cuddling back into the blanket.

From the corner of the German Shepherd's eyes he watched the exchange. How his fit arms pulled free from the sweater, his chest breathing in fresh, unrestricted air and how his paws scratched at his sides trying to smooth his fur out a bit more. His feet were sticking out a bit, toes wiggling as the Siamese cat just laid back. Rob almost offered for him to just take his shirt off but held his tongue as the cat sat up a bit more.

The canine scooted a bit closer, sliding his legs under the blanket. One of his feet bumped into Samuel's leg but the cat only moved aside a bit looking away instead of recoiling as if he'd just been burn. That was progress right? Not treating the canine as if he were literal acid.

"You don't mind, do you?" Rob asked watching his face closely, swallowing loudly with both ears back, eyes earnest to what he wanted.

"It's your blanket." Samuel just stated looking away and trying not to show the blush on his face.

Rob took another second watching the cat before that shivering face made him move a bit closer, sliding a bit more into the blanket and resting his leg against the cats. Samuel could feel the dog's body heat like a furnace against his flesh making his fur stand on end. A conflict of loving that warmth and a dread of the dog enveloped him like a straight jacket. Samuel didn't stop him however as Rob slid a bit more in, that muscular thigh now resting against his own.

The German Shepherd kept behind him, out of the cats view and began flipping through channels before starting up netflex. "How about a movie? Something light hearted and fun..."

"Sure." Samuel just offered pulling the blanket up over his head a bit and almost subconsciously moving closer to the dog and that warm body heat radiating him from him. A fuzzy, warm, musky space heater.

Rob jolted a bit without moving as a hand touched his leg. Just a brush of those padded fingers as Samuel propped himself up on a pillow.

And the movie they watched....

"Who you gonna call!" Samuel and Rob practically shouted as the wind howled from outside smacking against the window like a crazed man trying to get in, shaking the very frames. Clinking their beers together they took a long drink before shouting, "Ghost Busters!"

And from here it began a long chain of quoted lines before and as the actors themselves spoke them. Samuel was embarrassed to realize that he knew almost every line of the movie from the primary cast. The dog was no exception. As long as the canine stayed out of sight, keeping the growl contained in his voice Samuel wasn't having the violent reaction he had earlier that night.

And with it the longer the movie ran the more lax the two became. "I'd be a gatekeeper for that keymaster." Rob laughed as the demonic dog flew through the air. "He's a true idol for us all." The German Shepherd sniffled, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"And here I figured you were more a keymaster than a gatekeeper." Samuel chuckled teasingly, flicking his tail at the canine's face while keeping tunnel vision on the TV without daring to look anywhere else.

"Depends on whose key and gate we're talking about here." Rob tried to reason rubbing the cat's back with a chuckle. The dog swallowed loudly afterwards, nervously just leaving his heavy, mahogany fur paw where it was.

Rob had scooted his lower hunches under the blanket and as the movie began to draw to an end, the dog found the cat resting between his legs. This was due to the fact the dog was still trying to keep behind him the whole time. And Samuel wasn't saying anything about it. Apparently, the dog surmised, as long as the cat wasn't directly looking at him (and drunk) there wasn't any problem with this close distance between the two. Beer helped, he knew it would though. Beer solves all problems. Well not solve, helps. Helps with most problems. Unless it is the problem. Rob just frowned trying to make heads or tail of it.

"Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say "YES"!" They both said in unison, Samuel smacking his forehead afterwards with a loud doi! Dropping the bottle to the side he motioned for another, the dog's fingers brushing the cat's as Rob placed it in his paw. No flinch, no reaction, just a thanks. And if that didn't make the dog's tail wag nothing would.

"Honestly Ray," Samuel shook his head.

"Come on, Ray." Rob just agreed loudly. "For fuck sake!"

Samuel chuckled, a soft sound that made the dog's ears perk up. A genuine, unforced sound. "Promise me that if someone ever asks if you're a god," Samuel said rubbing his arms a bit from the cold, resting back a bit as he spoke.

"I'll say that I am." Rob chuckled back scooting a bit closer and resting with his chest on the cat's back.

Strong, muscular arms wrapped casually around the Siamese cat from behind making Samuel hold his breath. He could feel the heat pouring from the dog now directly behind him, feel the dog slowly breathing in and out and even hear the loud pounding of his heart in his ears. Then again that might've been Samuel's own that had jumped into his throat. Samuel swallowed it, closing his eyes and doing everything he could not to focus on it.

"Good, you better." Samuel replied to the dog. Rob just pressed his nose between the cat's ear before moving a bit to take a drink of the beer still in hand. That large snout was pressed once more between the cat's ears, taking a slow heavy breath of him before a hot one was release over his hair.

Dog's did that. Did this. They were friendly, sometimes overly so. It was just a natural thing of the breeds that got a lot of them, and others, in trouble because of it. They needed, craved that physical contact and attention. So Samuel wasn't surprised that the dog had eventually done just that. Samuel was handling this far better than he feared he would, even as he took another long smoke. His heart was still pounding and his paws sweating and throat having grown dry.

"Good movie." Rob said as the credits began to roll.

"A classic." Samuel chuckled thinking that it belonged in the great movies of old like Casablanca and Citizen Kane. Or the aristocats, but he might've been biased on that last one.

The cat got a grunt in reply but no answer as the dog continued a mix of hugging, nuzzling from before. Rob swallowed loudly stopping himself from just biting the cat's ear just savoring this fleeting moment as it was. Samuel smelled nice, he always did.

"So..." Samuel began, seeing the irony in it. "Another movie?" It was only eleven and the two wouldn't be able to go into work tomorrow in this storm.

The shutters outside rattled and the windows shook, the very wind being able to be heard as it wailed outside.

Samuel shivered again.

"Here," Rob said softly moving the blanket up and over him some more, turning the cat around slowly, carefully in the same gesture a bit. "Just close your eyes." His voice was soft, reassuring and warm like his embrace. "Focus on my voice, my scent. Don't think about it." Rob continued as he slowly guiding the cat's head against his burly chest, feeling those whiskers rub against his pecs. Rob placed a padded hand on the side of Samuel's face as a low rumble began in his own chest at the feel of the smaller male against him.

Samuel could indeed hear his heart beat, pounding like a drum in that black and brown furred burly chest of his. The cat kept his eyes closed, still breathing heavily and trying not to think that this was indeed a dog. Just listening to that sound as he shivered, smell that heavy warm musk as he clawed at that chest a bit and try to think of nothing but how this felt as the dog held his head in that strong, large padded hands of his and nuzzled down at his head once more.

Rob turned him around some more, letting him rest against his chest fully and lay back with the cat, keeping the covers over his head so Samuel couldn't even see the dog's face. And in turn trapping that warm muskiness inside with the cat who was still gripping at his chest tightly, shivering slightly. "Sh, sh." The dog continued. "Easy does it, just listen to my voice." He lifted up an arm a bit and allowed the cat to rest a bit in his arm pit. "Just focus on my scent," Rob comforted him. "My warmth. You're perfectly safe." Rob spoke as his own eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the smaller male on him. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

Samuel's ear was resting on the dog's chest and could hear his words rumble inside before they were even spoken. Add in the heavy breaths Rob was continuously sucking between his teeth, huffing out and the drumming of his heart all allowed the Siamese cat to be able to at least trick his drunken mind on the matter. Still he shivered every now and then. It only got that hand on his face to pet it a bit more, the other hand now rubbing at his back comforting. Being pet and pampered like this, there was no other greater joy for a feline.

Reaching over for the remote, Rob could feel that black nose nosing into the crook of his arm; cradling his head Rob turned onto his side turning the TV off and just holding the cat in his arms. He opened the blanket a bit and with a drooling maw licked at the top of the cat's head before covering him back up. "Good night, little buddy." The dog said softly giving him a strong, secure squeeze.

Rob nearly froze as a sound met his ears, vibrating up from his chest and filling his head with that rhythmic tune. The sound of a purring cat.

...

The night was cold inside the apartment and the storm still raged outside; battering against the windows as snow piled up, shaking the rafters and roof, making the smaller male hug even tighter to that warm musky furnace he found himself laying on only minutes after it began. Nose first, pressed between the dog's nipples, Samuel could feel the thunder of the dog's heart just under him. Eyes transfixed onto the v shaped mahogany fur that draped down the German Shepherds muzzle and neck, trying to think of anything but exactly where he was right now.

In a moment of weakness he had purred, actually purred. Such a natural thing that a cat couldn't even fully control, like a wagging tail of a dog though far rarer. Samuel, at first, held his breath hoping that the dog hadn't noticed and immediately stopped himself from vibrating like a...vibrator, on top of the nearly naked male dog at that. The sound of the dog's tail could actually be heard wagging though, thumping against the mattress the two found themselves on this night. Together, in each other arms.

Samuel's fingers dug into the thick hide of the dog sides (nails nearly springing out), feeling the hot flesh underneath that thick black and brown winter coat with each padded finger and feeling the heat pour across his face as the dog murred low, deep with a heavy murring sound of satisfaction the dog felt in this moment. Some kind of achievement at making the cat purr so. The blankets were wrapped tight around the two and with it the enclosed space was filled with that heavy musky heat the dog's body exuded. A natural yet strong smell of male, dog and testosterone that made the blood rush to Samuel's face as the loud sound of the dog's heart, and heavy breaths filled his ears in the otherwise silent room. All of these things amplified as he was hugged tighter against that muscular chest. If Samuel had so wanted to he could actually trace the dog's muscles with his nose.

Even in the cold room the Siamese cat felt warm, hot even and his paws were sweaty as he rested on the contours of the German Shepherd's body that he had been pulled almost fully onto at this point. A natural muscular body, firm to the touch even when he wasn't flexing. Which the dog was doing this very second as if knowing that was what the cat was focusing. Though Samuel was trying to think of anything else but it at that moment. It was hard not to think of the thing your very face was being pressed against.

Hugging Samuel with both arms, that black nose of the cat slipped back under his arm as the German Shepherd murmurred (the very sound vibrating in his broad chest), grumbling no actual words as Rob shivered a bit at the feel of the cat's snout under arm once more. Turning the cat on the side, still in that strong embrace, Rob nuzzled against the top of his head through the blankets giving it another strong slurping lick most of which covered the cat's forehead as well as the dog squeezed him closer, shoving his snout into his pit and growling playfully at that.

Samuel only flushed more as that ragged breath panted down over him, washing his face with stale pizza breath. The cat ears folded back and his eyes clamped shut feeling the blood rush to his head as he couldn't help but smell the dog's musky pit. The maw above him continued to pant over his face and with it a thick string of drool fell crossed the cat's snout. Samuel frowned as there was a loud smacking of lips above him and an equally large swallow as the dog wiped his mouth with an arm.

"Sorry." Rob apologized.

"Dogs." Samuel just replied glaring down at the crook in German Shepherd's arm he found his snout wedged into. The cat rose with the large breath (even on their side as they were) that the larger dog took and fell softly as Rob exhaled through his black bumpy nose. There was a string of sniffing up in the air before the dog swallowed loudly once more unaware that the cat was trying to pull himself free of the musk prison he found himself in. Just soft jerks of his head, snout still trapped under arm.

"Pizza's almost done." Rob just replied as if to explain his reason for slobbering on him from before. And as if to apologize further Rob slurped over the side of Samuel's muzzle to clean up the mess he had made. The cat flinched back shutting his eyes tightly and folding his ears back even more as that tongue slapped against the side of his muzzle and worked its way up and over, far slower than was need be. The grooved hot wet muscle pulling up the cat's muzzle a bit showing his teeth.

Samuel just let out a loud bleh as the side of his muzzle was pulled up as that thick soggy tongue soon finished, disappearing once more into the black lips of the dog's muzzle. Followed by even more heavy panting breaths of the dog who hugged him once more, tongue curling in his now open unashamed maw.

"Sorry, sorry." Rob apologized some more nosing at him as Samuel was crushed in his arms, suffocating in his pit.

"J-just go get your pizza!" Samuel fussed pushing him away; still never meeting eye contact as he flushed some more as the dog's tail wagged behind him and Rob just looked down at him with those large muddy pools he called eyes. And of course Rob didn't just let go, that would've been too easy for the cat.

Samuel just looked away unable to follow it up with any other words as if Rob had his tongue. Samuel tried to pry himself from the dogs vice like grip once more. The latter of the two just wagged his tail faster, lifting the sides of his black lipped muzzle up, his ears standing to attention as he watched the cat struggle.

The German Shepherd was used to wrestling with the other dogs. The cat, on the other hand was not. And as Rob moved closer once more he got a rather loud hiss in return. Rob could smell the cat's agitation, the annoyance and even fear but at the same time the exciting, thrill and enjoyment of it. And the cat wasn't very subtle at hiding any of these things from the watchful, sniffing dog.

Rob loosened his grip not wanting to go too far on the matter with his playful antics, finally allowing Samuel to get some space between the two. Samuel took a nice refreshing breath of clean, unsoiled (ice cold) air and in turn, got a massive lick literally knocking him backwards as the dog got up in the same motion. Padding his way through the living room to get the pizza out, Rob's tail never stopped wagging as he hummed softly to himself in a very carefree spirit. The timer had been beeping for the past two minutes before being turned off.

Samuel lay on his back with his fur standing up as he felt frozen once more as that large, broad head had moved towards his own. Fanged muzzle, opening wide with drool seeping from the sides and a soggy tongue rolling out like a red carpet, warm welcoming death. Only to be slapped crossed the face once more in seemingly good humor and affection that made the cat's claws spring out in turn.

Unkinking his tail, Samuel got up a bit before shivering as the cold air rushed around him making him lose both his annoyance for the dog and any retort he was about to give or come up with his mind still reeling in fear. Dropping back down the cat tossed the blanket over head and hid underneath, only his nose stuck out with a whisker or two as he waited for his space heater to return. In the meantime he played with the bell around his neck.

"Another movie?" Rob asked returning with a large plate filled with pizza in one palm and several more bottles of beer in the other.

"What did you have in mind?" The cat asked wearily, watching the dog step up and over the makeshift fort and taking a seat on the other side of the cat from where he had been before. Trapping the smaller male in the corner - as if the cat couldn't just step over the pillow wall. Not even caring about the blankets, Rob sat back rubbing his rear into the mattress beneath them and tried to grab the remote with his hind paw. Using his toes to grip it a bit before sliding it over towards him and trapping it between his legs.

"Pizza?" Rob asked the staring cat who hadn't taken his eyes off him. "Warm, cheesy, meaty goodness." The dog offered wearily now as if he were going to hiss at him once more.

"Are you talking about the pizza or you this time?" The feline couldn't help himself.

Rob only grinned at that. "Whichever you prefer, kitty."

Samuel eyed him wearily before taking the plate with both hands. "Thanks." The cat looked down at the grease coated pizza with a frown. He tried to eat a bit on the healthy side but a budget was a bitch and he couldn't exactly afford to be too picky and when free pizza was offered, he took it.

"Like me." Rob added with a wag of his tail. Samuel had been trying to bite one of the slices of pizza still on the plate without using his hands, and stopped. The Siamese cat looked at the dog grinning at him.

"I understand warm. Even meaty." The cat reasoned only making the dog grin wider as he was called meaty. "But cheesy?"

"Well not like greasy." Rob tried to explain setting the several bottles of beer down between his legs and popping a cap off with nothing more than his thumb and nail. "But like cheesy as in...goofy, corny, sugary oversweet and syrupy?" Rob shrugged as he looked at him, taking a long drink of a bottle. His throat bugling as he easily chugged half the bottle down.

Samuel just looked at him. "Sugary oversweet and syrupy?" The feline asked wondering just how much Rob had drank this night.

Rob moved the bottle away, opened his mouth before lifting a finger, pounding on his chest and letting out a loud burp in reply. Smacking his lips Rob picked at one of his teeth with a dull nail. "Yeah. I'm a corndog."

Once more the cat found himself at a loss for words. "Like the deep fried food?"

Rob was about to take another drink; lifting a mahogany eyebrow he let out a booming, barking laugh making Samuel flex himself as if trying to appear bigger and thus more intimidating in response - hackles raised and all. This was lost on the dog as were meaning things. "Haha, no not food. Like a corny dog. A dork. Ya' silly cat," Rob said reaching over to grab a slice of pizza. The cat folded his ears back, wincing a bit as if he had been shooed off with a newspaper at the dog's action.

"Right..." Samuel just finished looking off to the side as the dog wolfed the slice of pizza down.

Licking his fingers afterwards Rob folded his ears back at the look on the cat's face. "So..." He began before grinning as the cat looked at him, tail wagging hopefully like a scolded puppy trying to sneak out of time out early. "Movie?" Rob asked placing that hand down between them and using it to lean over towards him a bit. "With snuggles?" He added hopefully trying to lead into the thing he had been actually hoping for.

"Just eat your pizza." Samuel mrowed loudly as he reached for the remote between the dog's legs (making Rob tense up this time around). Skilled fingers slipped around the black plastic remote and plucked it from the dog's inseams making the dog actually whine as they drew back and away, Samuel resting back in his corner.

"Fine." Rob said in defeat as he smiled, watching the cat who hadn't moved out of arms reach, just an inch or two over as if to give him space instead of retreating. Rob swallowed loudly, licking his teeth clean a bit before moving over to sit next to his smaller friend. And moving once more. Then once more, half inch scoots that were far more intimidating than the dog meant them to be.

Sure his grinning face, muscular flexing body and the fact he was moving closer to the cat was in itself all were rather terrifying traits to the smaller male, like some kind of creepy stranger you find yourself waiting with at a bus stop. That feels the need to scoot closer next to you even as you move away...

Samuel always had very odd, strange, almost b-rated porn plots in mind when this dog, any dog that made a forward aggressive move on him (such as this). There was an unhealthy arousal about the thought. Some kind of forbidden thrill on the whole subject. This was most likely related to the fact he had been harassed as a kitten by an older dog that had traumatized him for life. Or the many, many porno movies he had discovered as a teenager.

Still Samuel found himself watching Knotty Nurses on the odd hour every month or so.

Which of course only made this whole thing more uncomfortable. For both of them. Rob could smell it on the stronger male, let alone when the two had been under the same covers (somewhat). So many welcoming, invitingly signs and smells and yet the larger dog didn't want to get hissed at again with some kind of unwelcoming advance he may show on the smaller male (or get his eyes clawed out). Even so Rob moved closer.

Rob's thigh was resting against Samuel's at this point and the two were facing forward not looking at each other as they sat there. It was only after several minutes had passed did either of the two speak. Rob was just enjoying the moment, and another slice of pizza.

"Another movie?" Samuel repeated landing on none other than the sequel to the movie they had just watched as he flipped through the different movies on thee netflex.

"Not as good." Rob replied rather robotically with a creased frown glaring at the title. "Not even worth the effort..."

"You're right." Samuel nodded his eyes darting over however as the dog moved to take another slice of pizza with his muzzle. The Siamese cat tensed as an arm looped around him as the dog just tipped the plate so the pizza slid into his maw, no hands required using them for seemingly far more important matters. Like grabbing his ass. "Monty Python it is." The Siamese stammered a bit, tail bolting out like a lightning bolt.

"I didn't vote for him." Rob replied and there was a moment of silence before they both laughed. The dog hugged him some more (hugging and groping seemed to be one and the same in this moment) as the two rested back, kicking their feet up and began to watch.

This was soon followed by quoting each and every line. Rather poorly as the pizza was placed aside and more beers were exchanged between the two. Rob would nudge at him before a scene came up, bouncing in his seat before barking loudly with a laugh making the cat pull away with a roll of his eyes. And in turn Samuel got a nose pressed against the side of his face and hot pizza breath wash over the bottom of his muzzle and neck sending chills up his spine as the dog would apologize. This would happen several times throughout only the first part of the movie.

Clawing at the side of the fort, Samuel found himself pressed up against, the cat tried to ignore the fact the dog had twisted himself to lay across and in turn on top of smaller feline. That broad head and muzzle resting on his chest and looking over at the screen with half closed eyes. An arm snuck around his waist and the dog snuggled in making the cat tense even more, taking a hissing breath and holding it in his throat as the dog's muzzle nuzzled his chest, the end of his nose bumping the bell around it.

Rob barely noticed Samuel's rigid whiskers, perked ears, frozen stiff tail and every muscle in his body flexing in response as the German Shepherd nosed at him some more, sniffing before licking him. Enjoying that smell, that taste and feel of the smaller male with him, next to him and only hugging him more securely in turn.

Hesitantly with great effort, Samuel managed to place his tattooed arm onto Rob's back (more like just letting it drop down onto him). Samuel was looking up at the ceiling as he rubbed slowly along the broad shoulder blades and the thick neck of the canine there afterwards.

"See," Rob said in reply turning around to look at the screen and cuddling. "You're not scared of the big ol' shepherd."

"Sure." Samuel replied with clenched teeth, nails springing from his hands and toes and nearly digging into the dog's thick hide. "Sure not, bud. No problem at all..." Samuel stammered, swallowing and getting sweaty paws again making him even more self-conscious about the state he was in.

Swallowing, seemingly loudly enough to make the dog notice, Samuel wanted nothing more than to pant open maw as his throat was parched, sweaty paws, stiff in the pants and hot in the head.

Of course at this thought the shudders rattled loudly outside and the snow smacked against the glass back door making the canine pull the feline over towards the dog, hugging his broad head against Samuel's chest nearly getting his eyes clawed out in the process.

"Face, face!" Rob tried to say moving his arms but not his head as a nail was dangerously close to his eye. "Face, pain, suffocating, eyeball!" He said randomly, loudly and chuckling the whole time even as his face was pulled and groom as he declawed his cheek from the cat's grasp.

"S-sorry, just the shudders and the whole..." Samuel said before going wide eyed, folding his ears back and with that hid under the covers embarrassed by what had happened. As nervous as he had been the sudden sound caught the cat off guard making him nails spring into action.

"No worries bud," Rob just chuckled rubbing the side of his face with a hand and Samuel's back with another. "Look you just stay right under there," the German Shepherd scooted himself closer, sliding his legs under with the cat. "And I'll watch out here, making sure nothing comes out to get the poor kitty kat."

"That's one." Samuel said trying to ignore the foot rubbing the side of his face that the dog was trying to comfort him with. The musky hind paw pushed against the side of the feline's muzzle, the sweaty paw padded toes kneading against his cheek as if the canine was trying to rub his scent into the smaller male.

"One what?" Rob said scooting over to use both legs now to push and play against the cat who was pawing at his foot like a string just out of reach.

"It's a warning." Samuel said, frowning as a foot pushed against his face again. Once it came back into reach...those claws sprung out and stuck into the dog's foot making him wince, teary eye but Rob was a man and didn't pull out.

"I thought I had two more warnings!" The dog howled a bit, whining as his poor foot was clawed at.

"It was." Samuel said resting back once more. Rob was able to scoot a bit closer. "How did they get the coconut?" The cat asked watching the movie now.

"They migrated." Rob just answered, scooting a bit closer once more. Just enough to wrap his arms around the feline, letting Samuel rest against his full belly.

"Are you suggestion coconuts migrate?" Samuel asked with a knowing smirk.

"No they were carried." Rob was smiling, tail thumping against the mattress.

"By what?" The feline just inquired further.

"A swallow, duh." Rob replied with a roll of his eyes.

"I'd swallow your coconuts." Samuel mumbled, ears splaying out as his face blushed. A moment of silence fell. "Was it an African swallow?"

"What does race have to do with anything?" Rob laughed.

"Well we all know African swallows are capable of carrying coconuts." Samuel only pointed out.

"But everyone knows African Swallows don't migrate." Rob made sure to clarify.

"Are we seriously having this conversation?" Samuel nearly face palmed.

There was a moment of respite between the two. "So...is snuggling still off the table?" Rob asked with a wag of his tail and got a pillow in the face.