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Disclaimer: Alright, sorry for the wait... again. Gotta keep up on my college work and everything. Don't want to fail my classes. Anyway, here is the long awaited 3rd chapter of Nothing But Love! With a surprise ending, yay! Anyway, here it is, enjoy, and, if you are under the age limit to be viewing such material, please leave. I'm not responsible for any scarred minds. Also, this story contains male relationships that might not be acceptable to all audiences, so... be forewarned.

(reposting to see if it'll show up on my profile.)

Butch had a restless night, constantly awaking in a cold sweat. The house was completely silent, not even the barest noise escaping the dark's silent command. Butch sat up in his bed, still tired and groggy, but unable to sleep at all. He kept having a nightmare, every time he closed his eyes, the moment he slipped into unconsciousness; he'd be ripped from his terror filled dream world. In his nightmare, Richard laid on the floor, gored terribly, blood staining the wood floor of the gymnasium. A single spot light in red lit his corpse from above, as if it were the tragic death scene in a play. With his last dying breath, the word Butch escaped past his seething teeth and absolute pain tore at his eyes, his beautiful eyes that slowly lost their twinkle and dulled to a blank stare. This alone terrified Butch enough, but as the nightmare progressed, he saw himself nearby, or his dream self at least.

His dream self never glanced at the dead corpse of Richard; instead he stood with his back turned, his lips pressed firmly against Mr. Fenton's as they kissed with fervor. The kissing scene felt separate from the first, a stretch of darkness dividing the two worlds, Richards in red, Butch and Mr. Fenton's lit in an eerie greenish blue. The sight of the dream kiss sent chills up Butch's spine and made him sick to his stomach, but when the kiss ended, Butch's stomach was thrown through another loop and tied in a knot. His dream version and his math teacher walked over to Richard's body and stepped over it as if it weren't even there, Mr. Fenton leading Butch to a bed in the middle of the gymnasium floor. It was a grand bed with white curtains all around it and a red comforter, but as the pair drew closer to it, Butch saw that the curtains were torn and frayed and the blankets were soaked in blood. Intuitively, Butch knew it was Richard's blood. Mr. Fenton laid Butch down on the bed and climbed on top of him, grinding there two bodies together in the pool of blood seeping up around them. Butch was disgusted and transfixed at the same time, unable to force himself to wake up and escape the horrible scene. He was stuck in his dream, forced to watch as his dream self and Mr. Fenton had sex on the bed from hell, blood soaking into their fur as they kissed and fucked.

At the moment of climax, just as Mr. Fenton bellowed out his pleasure, Butch awoke with a start. He sat shuddering in bed, afraid to go back to sleep for the fourth time, terrified that this recurring dream would rear its ugly head again. It was 5:00 now. The last day of school didn't start for another four hours. Rather than risk impending doom again, Butch got out of bed, throwing his covers off. His bladder ached for morning release as usual so he headed for his bathroom to relieve himself. He tried not to think of his terrible dream. He dropped his shorts to the ground and stepped out of them, pissing into the toilet before flushing it and turning to the shower.

As the water warmed to a steaming downpour, he sat on the toilet lid, the cold porcelain surface chilling his naked bum. When the steam started to roll out of the crack he left in the door, he stood up and entered the large shower. Not wanting to stand since his legs were still woozy with sleep, he sat on the in set bench, leaning against the wall for comfort. He activated the second set of shower heads, water raining down over him. He didn't know what the dream meant and it scared him. He was terrified. He knew it was foolish to let a dream effect him, but it just horrified him; so much so that he curled up into a ball on the bench, hugging his knees to his chest. He was always more comfortable in the shower, it just made him feel calm and clean. Tears started to peak at the corners of his eyes and he let them fall. For a while he just sat there like that, quietly crying in the shower until exhaustion finally beset him again and he fell asleep lying on the bench.

When he woke back up, he felt immensely better. The weariness had left him and for once this night he had slept peacefully. He did wonder what time it was though. He guessed it had been a while, since his water wasn't quite as warm as it was when he had fallen asleep, but with a glance at the clock he kept on the sink counter, he was shocked to see 6:47 on the read out. Fuck. Dad's gonna flip when he sees the water bill. He flipped the water handle to off with a quick turn, promptly grabbing his towel off the towel rack and drying himself off before stepping out onto the tiled floor.

He left the bathroom, walking across his room to his dresser, pulling out a blue jock and putting it on. He really liked this strap and he usually only wore it for special occasions. It was perfectly fitting and held his junk up in such a way that it really displayed his package well. From there he pulled on some black jeans and a red polo shirt, throwing a brown jacket over top of that. If he didn't leave soon, he wouldn't arrive at school in time. His house was about a thirty or forty minute drive from school. The college he planned on going to was really close though, and he liked that. For good measure, he double checked his duffel bag that he was taking to Mr. Fenton's house, making sure he had everything he needed in it. After some quick additions, including a few extra jocks, a couple scarves and a couple condoms, he zipped it up and slung it over his shoulder. He grabbed his backpack and charged up the stairs, running a few fingers through his hair to get it in place.

Running by his mother he gave a quick peck on the cheek, "Bye Mom! Gotta go!" She kissed him back and he left. He was feeling rather energized now and used his running momentum to vault over the porch railing, landing steadily on the frosty lawn. He jogged across the yard to where his car was parked and tossed his bags in. He revved up the engine and pulled out of his driveway, quickly speeding off on his way to school.

Arriving at school, he stopped into his usual parking spot and turned off his car. According to Mr. Fenton, supposing he arrived early enough before school, he would be sitting in his truck waiting for him to bring his stuff. Butch grabbed his bags and such and slung them over his shoulders. The last thing he grabbed was his back pack. While technically he didn't need his backpack since it was the last day of school before winter break, he usually kept his non school related stuff in it, like his sketchbook and his journal. He also needed to keep up the pretense of wanting extra tutoring from his teacher, so his back pack he must bring.

His shoes clicked across the frosted pavement as he made his way to the teacher parking lot. A couple times he had to slow down to avoid slipping on some icy patches, but to the most part the boots he had slipped on that morning helped increase friction and reduced his need to tread carefully. When he stepped off the pavement onto the grass growing between the student and teacher parking lot, he saw Mr. Fenton's yellow truck. It was a really tacky truck. Big, hulking and a grotesque shade of bright yellow, Butch thought it was the most acrid looking color on the world's ugliest truck ever built. In a sense he was almost embarrassed to know that soon he'd be riding in that terrible catastrophe on wheels.

Butch walked up to the cab of the truck on rapped on the window a couple of times. Mr. Fenton rolled the window down and pushed his large head out the empty space, a rush of warm air escaping as his breath turned to clouds. "Got your stuff?"

"Right here!" Butch shifted his grip on his bags as he readjusted how the shoulder straps pulled at his muscles.

"All right," Mr. Fenton thumbed toward the trunk bed of the truck, "Toss it in." Butch paced towards the back of the truck and yanked on the handle, easing the back down. He threw his luggage into the opening and was about to close it back up when he noticed a plastic bag. A slight mischievous curiosity told him to peek at what was in the bag, so he stole a quick glance. Pretending to shove another bag into the truck, he leaned in and rummaged into the bag. On the top were a couple pairs of pajama bottoms and a night shirt, but under that was a bottle that he was all too familiar with. It was lube.

Butch closed the tailgate giddily, now completely sure that he wasn't the only one with naughty intentions during this break. He was definitely getting lucky. Yet, at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little dirty. He had just broken up with Richard, to be jumping into another man's bed so quickly felt kind of slutty... "What the hell. We weren't dating or anything. It was just sex." Butch walked back around, not betraying his actual thoughts as he flashed Mr. Fenton a huge grin.

"Well, I better get to my first class. Don't want to be late. You coming?"

"You go on; I'll be in my class before the bell. I'm just going to finish up here." Butch wondered what he meant by finish up here but decided to ignore it for now. He jogged to the front doors of the school and walked in unhindered. If he had been late, he would have had to wait for the people in the main office to unlock the magnetic doors. Sometimes you didn't have to wait long and they'd hit the unlock button in the office right away. Sometimes however, the office was empty and you'd have to wait. Butch had only had that happen twice to him, but it still wasn't cool.

His first class was American Government with Mr. Potter. He was a cool guy, and to Butch's standards exceedingly hot; he was a Doberman with heavy black fluffy fur and nice soft brown patches in all the right places. But Potter was off limits since he was married, and Butch would never do anything to upset a marriage. Especially with a baby on the way. The whole school was buzzing about Mr. Potter's expected; they couldn't wait to meet the new arrival. It was a school wide tradition that the teacher's bring their new babies to work after they're born. Who knows why, but that's just how it is.

Today in class they were taking a test over what they had learned so far. They had been studying in depth the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights. Potter focused more on the Declaration of Independence more though, because the Bill of Rights was covered more in Unit 4. But they wouldn't start that until after Winter Break. The test went pretty well for Butch and he was quite positive that he aced it; or at the very least missed maybe one question. It was a short test though, so he sat quietly chit chatting and playing cards with his friends in the back of the class.

Second period was just the same as first, minus the test. They had taken their test in Biology the day before. That was how the school's testing days operated. The first day you had a test in every even class. The next day you had a test in every odd class. It was a nice schematic that granted rest periods in between class tests since the teacher's who weren't giving a test in the particular class wouldn't assign work either. It was sort of like a gift from the teacher's to the students. It's Winter Break and we aren't giving you a test in this class, so talk and play cards or whatever in the free period. Butch didn't have many friends in Biology, but he did have Carly.

Carly was a wolf with dark black fur and dyed red hair. She was short in stature and skinny, and some would possibly even consider her cute, except that she held herself so awkwardly, you couldn't see past the uncomfortable look she gave off. She was emo in every sense of the word, wearing dark clothes and long striped gloves. At the very least she didn't deign to cover her body with piercings, which Butch was glad for. He didn't really like piercings to be anywhere but in ears; granted, there were a few people who could pull off nose rings. Mr. Fenton included.

He and Carly talked together till the end of class, and then Butch's stomach lurched. Next period was Gym and while technically they didn't have a test in Gym, Richard was the Coach of the class. Butch walked slowly to his next class. Since the... event, Butch didn't really want to call it a break up because it implied the wrong thing; facing Richard had been the hardest test of his will ever. Making it through class was terrible. There was a rift between them now, one Butch didn't like, and didn't know what to do with or how to fix it. It was awful, almost tangible you could taste it in the air, consuming happiness and joy and replacing it with sorrow and despair. A black veil clouded the gymnasium in darkness, a blanket of emptiness. Every time Butch entered the gymnasium, all the memories of him and Richard wafted towards him, a tidal wave of emotion that threatened to knock him over and his mental walls were paper against they're mighty blows.

When Gym was over, Butch felt drained of all energy, like he had just spent an evening in a clothes dryer, tumbling around and around, desperately trying to catch himself and prevent himself from spinning one more time, attempting and failing to piece his shattered equilibrium together. He felt nauseated and sick, like he'd ridden the world's largest roller coaster for hours. At least he had lunch to look forward too. He gathered his stuff to leave waiting for the stream of students exiting the room to die down before he made his exit when he felt a firm paw clasp his shoulder. He started at the feeling, like an electric shock wave had just been sent through his entire being and the sickly feeling he had been feeling moments before turned into the most riotous group of butterflies ever to live in a stomach.

Butch turned towards the owner of the furry paw. Brown fur loomed over him, engulfing his vision with his large frame. This was a body Butch knew every nook and cranny of. He knew its soft spots, its hard spots; he knew where to rub to make it feel good. He knew what parts of it he liked and loved. This body, a behemoth of bearish masculinity, covered in rippled chiseled big buff muscles, was the soul of Butch's world. Or at least it had been.

He turned his head to look up at the soft amber eyes of the bear, meeting them squarely with his tremulous green ones. Emotions welled up in Butch as he gazed into those loving eyes. Full of caring and promise; a promise that the bear would never hurt him, even though he had hurt the bear so horribly. Butch knew the bear was hurting inside, he knew in his heart that the bear also knew what he was planning on doing over the winter break, and that knowledge was just pouring salt in open wounds. Butch was kicking Richard where it hurt, while he was still down.

Butch looked into the eyes of his ex lover and the only emotion he could see in his mind on the bear's face was anger, outrage, pain, and hatred. But the bear's face was only filled with absolute love and concern. He only wanted Butch to be happy and the worst part was, he wasn't.

It hit him then. A thought that had never occurred to him. Richard had been his lover. Not just sexually, the bear had loved him through all of it. He'd masked it behind lust and simple sex, but the bear had always loved him. And then another thought thundered in his mind. He was hurting the bear by refusing him, but it also hurt him by refusing the Richard. He had denied not just Richard his love, but also his own chance at love. It wouldn't be hurting him so deeply if he didn't care. What was love but caring for another person.

He loved Richard. He loved Coach. He loved the man who had shown him what love was, even if he hadn't realized it. The bear had guided the dingo through sex, had advised him on how to make another happy, and then had asked for love in return and Butch had already loved him. He wasn't asking for anything new, just a different form of making it physical. Tears sprung to his eyes more heavily than ever before and he found himself falling into Richard's arms. Richard glanced around to see if anyone was looking, but to anyone else it just looked like a teacher consoling his student. He hugged Butch tightly around the shoulders and patted his back, trying to calm him as his body shook with his sobs.

"I'm... so... sorry." Butch spluttered, his face tucked against Richard's chest.

"Shhh. No need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. Quiet now." The bear rocked them back and forth with his powerful arms, and Butch felt safe in his embrace. Safe like he'd never felt before. Not even sleeping in his shower could compare with this quality of safety. "I asked too much."

"No. You didn't. I was just confused and foolish. I didn't realize it then, but I do love you. Richard. I love you more than I ever knew. And I'm just now seeing that." Butch wrapped his arms around Richard's body and squeezed him tight. "I was such an idiot and I hurt you. And I hurt me."

Butch looked up into Richard's face. "I love you. I don't want us to be apart like this. It's killing me."

Richard was dumbstruck. "Really?" Butch nodded. Then after the glow of the moment set in and mingled for a moment, sudden remembrance shocked Butch's mind. He'd just made a terrible mistake. He was still set to go home with the bull. A bull who expected sex from the young canine if the lube in his truck was any indication. "Oh God."

Richard's mind apparently jumped to the same track as he shook his head at Butch. "No, it's fine. Nothing has to happen. You're just staying at his place."

"I don't want anything to happen. But... He had a giant bottle lube in his truck and I think he might be expecting something from me. What if I have to..."

"Hey!" Richard's voice was suddenly confident and strong again, full of the vigor and command it once held. This was his Coach voice. "If you don't want anything to happen, nothing has to happen. Just don't make any moves or give any indication that that was part of the arrangement, and nothing will happen. You got me?"

Butch settled down at Coach's confidence. He nodded understanding and gave the bear another hug. "I get it."

Coach let go of Butch and looked around. The Gym was completely empty so he leaned down a little and planted a quick kiss on the tip of Butch's nose. It tickled, and he wrinkled his nose with a light laugh. Happiness once again permeated the room, striking down the veil that had taken up residence in the room. He was glad again and tears of pure mirth pooled in the corners of his eyes.

"Now, go on and eat. Wait too long and lunch will be over. I'm sure your friends are waiting." Butch nodded and skipped out of the gymnasium. At the door he looked back and blew a small kiss at his bear. Richard laughed and waved him off. Soon as he was out the door, the bear let a huge grin to overtake him and he walked back to his office, grinning like a man in love.

After Words: Ok, so. There you go. I know it didn't have any sex but I promise you some in the future. It's not all about rutting around you know. So, hope you liked it, please leave comments. I mean PLEASE!!! I'm begging you. Even if it's only one word long. I want to know what people thought. It doesn't take that long to write a comment after you read the story. (sigh) ok. So, I probably sound like... I don't know; something unpleasant. But I'd really appreciate some comments. Have a good one. Thanks for reading. I promise the next chapter soon. As soon as I can anyway. I'll also get back to writing a chapter of Parental Intimacy, which if you haven't already, you should check out.