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"His name was Saul. I met him shortly after my thirtieth birthday. My car was in the shop, and I had to catch the bus to work. It was raining..."

I cursed under my breath as I stood shivering, waiting for the bus to arrive. I was getting soaked, but at least I had a spare uniform waiting for me to change into. As the rain pattered down, I wondered where I was going with my life. Just turned thirty, just started a new job that didn't pay worth a damn, no family anywhere nearby, no friends... no boyfriend. I let out a sigh, when suddenly, I felt someone standing next to me, and something shifted over me, blocking the rain. I looked over and saw an impossibly tall bear, even taller than me, smiling down and holding an umbrella over us both. The first thing I noticed were his eyes... they were kind, his smile crinkling their corners, and a deep emerald green. I'll never forget the first words he said to me.

"You're much too handsome to be standing alone in this weather. Can I buy you a coffee?"

I still don't know what attracted him to me. I was much chubbier then -- No, really, Mitch! Legitimately, I hadn't started working out yet. Anyway -- He was so charming, though. And maybe I was a little naïve, but I really fell for him the moment I heard his voice. It was deep, soothing... It shook me to the core and made my heart race. I skipped work that day, and let him take me to this little diner nearby. We got a coffee, and breakfast too. He was clearly older than I was, but I didn't care. It was the first time a man had ever paid attention to me that way. I'd dated before, but it was always brief and shallow; They got what they wanted, and left me on my own. I was used to that, honestly, but he wanted to know about, well, me. He asked me my thoughts, my dreams, my wildest fantasies... I don't even know how long we talked for, but it felt like hours. And when we were done, he held my paw as we walked to his car, and he drove me home. It was magical; I couldn't stop thinking about him for weeks afterward, and we talked on the phone almost every day.

Our first date was impossibly romantic. I actually asked him out first! I was so nervous, I thought I was going to throw up. He laughed as I stuttered and stammered my words, and he was quick to say yes. I bought him flowers, and he ran his fingers through my hair as he thanked me for them. My heart nearly stopped when he touched me; it felt like fire running through my veins. Things moved rather quickly that night. We went to dinner, which I insisted on paying for, and he let me get our movie tickets too. I don't even remember what we watched, because he was holding my paw and rubbing his thumb along it the entire time. It was all I could think about. And that night, he took me to his place, and, well... We had sex. It was everything I ever could've wanted. He was a patient, attentive lover, touching and caressing me in all the right places. I thought he couldn't possibly want me; I felt ugly, but he made me feel beautiful, wanted... desired. He told me he craved me, and I couldn't resist any more. I let him... I'd never let anyone fuck me before; he was the first, and only. He had such a way with words, and I can't lie; It was incredible. It just felt... incredible.

Anyway, we dated for about two years. I started spending more and more of my time with him, eventually spending all of my free time in his company. He said he wanted to spend as much time with me as possible, so I stopped trying to go out with co-workers after my shifts, stopped going to clubs, I even stopped going to dance lessons... He encouraged me to spend that time with him instead. And at first, it was wonderful. We'd go camping, or to dinner, or to the movies, always just the two of us. Sometimes we'd even go see a musical at the theater. I was head over heels in love with that man, and so when he asked me to marry him, I leapt into his arms and instantly agreed.

I moved in with him shortly after we got engaged. He was perfect; a wonderful cook, steady job, owned his house outright. And the sex... it was like he wanted it every spare minute he had. We were supposed to get married the next year. He even met my family; he was great with them. I thought, finally. I've made it.

But it didn't last. A few years in, he just sort of stopped being intimate with me. It wasn't all at once, but we went from making love every day to just a few times a week, then once or twice a month, then not at all. He grew distant, and started spending a lot of time at his office, working late. I tried everything to win his attention back: I offered dates, I dressed fancy, I cooked him dinner, I did the chores. Nothing worked. I told myself he was just busy, that work was stressing him out. That one day, it'd be like it was before, and we'd be happy again.

I cried for days when he left me at the altar. He called me out in front of everyone; said I had no drive, no ambition, and no desire to better myself for him. And the worst part? He was right. I was still stuck at that dead-end job, still overweight, I wasn't in school. I found out later that he'd even been seeing someone else already, too. An intern at his office, just starting his sophomore year. He was younger, athletic, educated... Everything I wasn't.

I moved into my own apartment a few weeks later, and I just kind of... shut down. I threw myself into the gym, working out almost every day, even paying for a personal trainer for a year to get me started. Swore I'd win him back one day, he'd see, I could be what he wanted... And one day, I looked in the mirror, and realized I'd done all this changing for him, losing weight, getting fit, changing my clothes, getting my first security job... And he hadn't ever given me the chance to do that with him. He hadn't grown either; He'd isolated me from the possibility of making friends, he cut me off from my family, told me I was too stupid, too fat, too lazy... he told me I wasn't good enough to be with him. Why couldn't he just love me for who I was? Why couldn't he see how much I loved him? That all I ever wanted was to be with him? And then he just tossed me aside for the next young thing. I feel sorry for that boy, because I know now that he was only using me, and I know he did the same to him.

I... I hope the kid's okay.

Marco took a deep, shuddering breath in and blew it out through his nose. Tears that had been streaming down his face had dried up, and now his breath just came in shallow, ragged gasps. "I-I... I've never told anyone this before. Not even Pete. I'm sorry, you must think I'm pathetic, letting something this small get to me all these years later, but --

"No!"

Mitch slid off the couch and kneeled in front of Marco, taking both of the older dog's paws into his own. "My God, Marco! I don't know how you ever trusted anyone ever again! What Saul did to you was just... cruel doesn't even begin to cover it. But you know, I'm so glad you told me. A lot of what you've been doing makes sense to me now. I wish you'd have told me sooner." The husky stood up just enough to plant a tender kiss on Marco's cheek. "You idiot. There's no reason you need to suffer alone like that. Let me be there for you, huh? Will you do that for me -- Oop!"

Marco lifted the young husky off the ground and settled him in his lap, squeezing him tightly to his chest. "Meu anjo... I can't believe I met you. Something inside me keeps saying I can trust you, that you're a good person, and I think... I think I'm beginning to believe that little voice. I... I like you a lot, Mitch. You're kind, and caring, you're just the sweetest guy I know. I've tried to be distant, to hold back, but you keep pushing yourself past my boundaries in the most wonderful, exciting ways, and I..." Marco swallowed hard against a lump building in his throat. Meekly, softly, he said, "I want you_._ Meu Deus, I want you..." His short-trimmed claws roamed the shirtless husky's chest and stomach, bristling through the short, thick fur. In a low, throaty voice, he whispered, "D-do you still want me, too?"

Mitch turned to face the older dog, straddling his lap with his legs resting on the couch. He put his paws on Marco's broad shoulders and gently, but firmly, shoved him back against the couch. Shifting to rest his paws on the defined expanse of Marco's chest, he leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was a gentle, passionate kiss, igniting a fire in Marco's belly as they pressed against each other and intensified their touch. Marco wrapped his arms around the young husky and pulled him firmly against his chest, rubbing his paws in little circles around Mitch's back. The husky moaned, and his tongue darted into Marco's muzzle, questing, tasting. They broke apart, gasping for air, and Mitch cocked an eyebrow at his partner. "Mmm... well. What do you think? Does it feel like I still want you?"

Without waiting for a response, Mitch leaned back, pressing his butt against Marco's hips. He ground against the dog, eliciting a squeak and a gasp from Marco as his eyes rolled back and he bit his lip. Trembling, Marco wrapped a paw around the back of Mitch's neck and pulled the husky to his muzzle to whisper in his ear.

"I know, but... I want to hear you say it." Marco sucked, then nibbled on Mitch's ear, eliciting a long, high-pitched whine from the younger dog. "Please..." Moving to Mitch's neck, he licked, then gently nipped at it, teeth just barely brushing the skin beneath the husky's thick neck ruff.

"O-oh God, Marco..." Mitch moaned and panted, his breath hitching at every touch, every lick, every nip and nibble. "I want... I want -- OHHH SHIT!"

Marco fully bit Mitch on the neck, teeth sinking into fur and pressing down on the sensitive skin beneath. He was careful not to hurt the young dog, but with just a little more pressure, he'd have left an impressive bruise. Mitch cried out and writhed against Marco, but the older dog just let out a deep, gravelly growl and tightened his arms around the husky, pinning him in place. After a few moments, Marco opened his maw, and tenderly began licking the spot where he'd just bitten, causing Mitch to twitch and shudder constantly. In a low, sultry voice, he asked again, "What were you saying, pup? What is it you want?"

"F-Fuck! Holy... You! I want you, Marco!" The husky cried out, unable to control his volume. A small part of his mind worried that the neighbors might hear him, but his body drowned it out, crying for more of this passionate feeling.

"Good. I'm so, so happy to hear you say that." Scooping the husky up in his arms, Marco carried him bridal style through a door on the opposite wall from the couch. Inside, a gigantic bed stood next to a single nightstand. Black satin sheets and a dark gray blanket covered the bed, and the moonlight glinted off the polished hardwood floor. Marco tossed Mitch onto the bed, then fell on top of him, grinding their hips together. "I'm going to keep you up all night, little husky." The older dog growled. "I hope you're ready --"

Mitch let out a massive, intense yawn. His face flushed red, and he turned away from Marco's injured gaze. "S-sorry! It's not you, I swear! It's just... It's really late, and when I laid down I realized I was way more tired than I thought. Can we... can we wait? Just a little bit! I'm sorry..."

"Fuck!" Marco flopped over and bounced on the bed a few times as he landed. Growling, he scrubbed at his face and shifted his hips uncomfortably.

"I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry, please don't be mad, I can try if you really want to, I -- "

Marco rolled back and hugged Mitch, silencing him by pressing the husky's head to his chest. "Oh, no! No, no, no! Don't be sorry. It's okay; if you're not feeling it anymore, then we should stop for now. Never apologize for that. I'm not mad, I promise, I'm just... worked up. Get ready for bed. I'm going to go... take a shower. Just a fast one. Don't feel like you need to wait up on me, I'm not sure how long it's going to take me. P-Probably not too long..." Marco released the husky and rolled out of bed, waddling into an on-suite bathroom. He turned on the shower and rummaged around in the closet for some fresh underwear. "Do you... still want to cuddle tonight? N-No pressure!" He called back into the other room.

"Oh! Thank you for asking, but yes, please!" Mitch answered, and he smiled when he heard a grunt of assent from Marco.

The older dog shut the door, and just before Mitch could fall asleep, he had showered and dried his fur. He must have a great fur dryer to get dry so quickly with all that fluff... Come to think of it, this is a really nice place, too. How much does he even make? Marco climbed into bed and scooted up to the waiting husky. Sliding a bulky arm under Mitch's head and wrapping the other around his chest, he kissed the top of the husky's head. The young dog wriggled deeper into Marco's firm embrace and sighed contentedly before asking, "Do you feel better now, babe?"

"Mmm. Er, yes... Yes, I do. Much better." The big dog kissed the top of Mitch's head, then yawned. "Goodnight, little husky. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, big guy." Marco fell asleep quickly, his breathing becoming deep and regular. Mitch nuzzled back against him. He smells great, like pine and earth. I wonder what soap he uses... wait. I also smell... The husky's sensitive nose sniffed around, eventually nosing against Marco's paw. His face flushed a burning red. Shit! That's why he wanted to take a shower... Damn. I would've told him to stay here for that, if I'd known... Well, it'll be fun to tease him about this in the morning, at least. Goodnight, you silly dog.

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Zzz...

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Mitch woke up first, the early morning sunlight streaming in through the curtains. He yawned and stretched, only to find his movements arrested by the muscular arms of the dog behind him. Did he seriously hold me all night? That's incredibly... sweet. Heh. He seems pretty out of it, too. I guess we were up really late last night -- The husky snuggled himself deeper in Marco's arms, pressing himself against the older dog's chest. The feeling of Marco's soft fur against his back caused a sigh to escape his lips, and he couldn't help but wiggle contentedly. Damn. This is nice. And whaddaya know, it seems like at least part of him is awake. Mitch grinned deviously as he pressed his hips back into Marco's, and sighed as he was rewarded with a particular pressure against his rear. Mitch quietly laughed and whispered to himself, "Heh... time to get up, babe..."

Marco faded in and out of wakefulness, almost certain he had to be dreaming. I can't be having a dream like this with Marco in the bed! Well, we almost went all the way last night, but still... I shouldn't be forcing myself on him like that. I -- Oh, God, that feels... A shiver ran through the dozing dog as something warm and soft pressed against his crotch, and he felt his length pulse in anticipation. Daring to crack one of his eyes open, he saw Mitch's ears twitch in time to the thrusting of the husky's hips, a rhythm that Marco felt mirrored against his straining bulge.

"M-morn --" Marco yawned loudly, then licked Mitch's ear and nibbled it a little. "Ah, I mean, good morning_._ I -- Nngf, shit... -- I uh, take it you slept well?"

"Not as well as you, big guy." The smaller dog nuzzled his head beneath Marco's chin, but didn't even slow down his gyrations. "You seem like you're in a better mood this morning."

Marco chuckled and began dragging his claws through Mitch's chest fur, gently exciting the skin beneath. "Oh, well, t-that always happens when I wake up next to a cute, nearly naked young man in my bed."

"Oh yeah? Who is this cute young man? Whose ass do I have to kick? 'Cause you're all mine, Marco." The older dog blushed, and they dissolved into laughter. Mitch pretended to escape Marco's grasp. He couldn't have gotten away if he'd wanted to; Marco had a firm hold on the husky, after all. However, as Mitch struggled, he pointedly bucked and ground against the older dog, eliciting some gasps and a few low growls from Marco.

"Careful, pup... You don't want to start something you don't intend to finish." The older dog gave a gentle bite to Mitch's neck and growled long and low, bringing a high-pitched whine from the husky.

After Marco released Mitch's neck, the younger dog rolled over and stroked Marco's cheek, running his paw down to the older dog's chest, then abs, until it finally grazed the top of Marco's boxers. Smiling mischievously at his reaction, Mitch said in a dulcet tone, "So what if I don't, hmm? You could just go... take another shower."

Marco froze. "I uh, I don't know what you mean. I-I --" The big dog blinked as he realized Marco knew what he had done last night and panicked. "Wait, how did you know?! Please, please don't be mad at me, I'm so sorry, it just, er, well, it literally hurt, and --"

"Marco, Marco! I'm not mad! Geez, where did that come from? No, I blue-balled you pretty bad last night, and I don't blame you for, ah, taking care of yourself. In fact, I'm actually pretty happy that you did. You respected my boundaries and you respected me as a person. We really need to talk about how you reacted just now, but --" The husky leaned forward to whisper in the older dog's ear. "The only thing I'm upset about --" Mitch let Marco fret for a moment before he chuckled, and reached down with a paw to squeeze the older dog's length through the fabric of his boxers. "I'm upset you didn't do that right here next to me... babe."

Marco grunted and bit his lip, his member twitching under the husky's dexterous paw, before blinking a few times. "Agh, that feels amazing..._w-well, you said were tired, and I didn't want to make things awkward for you. I was just... really pent-up, and so I, er, took care of it. But I still want to, well, you know, with you!" The older dog shuddered as Mitch pressed against him, continuing to squeeze and caress his tented boxers. "I-I-I -- Ooh, wow, that feels great -- I want you, little pup._ It's been a long, long time..." Marco bit his lip, sucking air through his teeth, as Mitch ran the tip of a finger underneath the waistband of his boxers. In return, Marco buried his snout into the husky's thick neck ruff, snuffling around and planting tender little pecks around his neck and cheeks.

Mitch let out a shuddery, gasping breath, and put his paw on the mountain dog's hip. Pulling him close, the husky pressed his bulging briefs into Marco's crotch, rubbing their tented underwear together. "Haah... I want you too, Marco. Damn, you're sexy as hell... and you're a total sweetheart to boot. Don't you think it's about time you ended your little dry spell?"

"Hah... little husky, if you really want it, I'll --"

GUUURGLE -- GLURP

Both of their stomachs growled loudly. They looked at each other, simultaneously mortified, then broke out into laughter.

"Okay, okay. I guess we need breakfast. Raincheck?" Marco asked, caressing Mitch's cheek.

"Raincheck, for sure. I didn't even realize how hungry I was. What time is it anyway?"

Marco checked his watch. "It's... Oh, hell, it's almost noon! Come on, let's get dressed. We'll have just enough time to get breakfast, then go pick up your car. I have to work this evening, so I can't keep you too long. I'm so sorry, I really wanted to... ah, well, you know..."

"We have plenty of time for that, Marco. We can even plan it a little, if you want to. But right now, breakfast sounds fantastic, and I'd hate to make you late for work, so I'll go after we eat. No worries!" Mitch latched a paw onto the back of the older dog's head and pulled him into a warm kiss, lapping his tongue at the inside of Marco's muzzle. "Mmm... Damn, I love kissing you! You're fantastic at it. Heh."

Marco grinned giddily. "I love it when you kiss me, too. You taste... sweet. C'mere, give me another!" They made out on the bed for a few minutes, tongues tangling together. Marco occasionally nibbled at Mitch's lip and licked his cheek before they eventually broke apart to get ready to leave.

As they drove through the suburbs heading into the city, Mitch asked Marco about his condo. "Hey, so, I'm just curious, and you don't have to tell me if it's too personal, but... does security work really pay that well? I know this area, and I know it's expensive out here." The husky's ears splayed back as he realized what he was asking. "S-Sorry, that's too nosy, isn't it? Forget it, I shouldn't have asked, I don't know what I was thinking..."

"No, no, it's fine. If it were anyone else, I'd brush it off, but I know you're legitimately just curious." Marco turned onto the highway and cruised. "I've only lived there for a few years. You're right, I wouldn't have been able to afford that place on what I make. But I, uh... inherited some money a few years ago, and my salary is enough to afford the upkeep on the place. I actually own it outright, so all I have to take care of is utilities, taxes, and insurance. Well, and the homeowner's association fees, but it's not too bad."

"Oh, that's amazing! Wait... no, I'm sorry. You said you inherited the money. I wasn't thinking. May I... may I ask who you lost?"

"Ah, it was my Nana. We were very close, she was the first person I told when I was, um, engaged. She was over the moon! Well, she ended up hating him after he left me, but Nana was always very supportive of me and the whole... gay thing. I miss her a lot. I think she'd have like you, too, Mitch." Marco cast a glance at the young husky and smiled, causing him to blush.

"Well, I'm still sorry to hear that. She sounds like she was a wonderful lady." Mitch placed his paw on Marco's leg and gave his knee a squeeze.

The older dog placed his paw on top of Mitch's and held it for a few moments. "She was. I can tell you more about her later. But first, we're here!" They pulled into a diner with a big flashing sign that read '24/7 Breakfast Served Here'.

"A diner, huh? After what you told me last night, I'm surprised you even go to places like these anymore."

Marco parked and gave Mitch a sheepish grin. "Uh, actually... this is the same diner I told you about last night. Please don't be mad!" The older dog raised up his paws as Mitch cocked an eyebrow at him. "I swear it has nothing to do with Saul, although that conversation is why I remembered this place... They just serve the best breakfast platter around, and their coffee is incredible. I promise, that's all it is!"

Mitch laughed, waving a paw. "It's fine, it's fine! I don't mind. Good food is good food, no matter where you get it. It better be some damn good coffee, though."

...

"Okay, this is some damn good coffee."

Mitch sipped on the hot beverage and made small talk while they waited for their food. They'd both ordered a breakfast platter, and eagerly awaited the eggs, sausage, bacon, and pancakes. The husky kept stealing glances into the kitchen, while Marco kept stealing glances at Mitch. The older dog smiled dreamily at the husky, enraptured by the steel-gray eyes that glanced excitedly around the restaurant.

"Order up!" Their food was delivered to the table in a flash, and they dug into the feast in front of them, conversation halting as they ate. Afterward, Marco insisted on paying, and they drove to Mitch's car.

Marco stepped out of the car with Mitch to see him off. "I had a wonderful time, meu anjo. I hope we can see each other again soon."

"You'd better! You'll be all I can think about, big guy. Heh, I miss you already..." The husky stretched up to lock lips with Marco, moaning as the big dog nibbled his lower lip. Their lips smacked as they broke apart, and they stared into each other's eyes hungrily.

Marco growled. "Grr... Damn it!" Lunging at the younger dog, Marco bit down on Mitch's neck where it met his shoulder, and clamped down hard.

Mitch gasped and cried out, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "A-ahh, hah! Haaah..." His knees buckled, and Marco caught him, supporting the husky in his beefy arms.

Releasing Mitch slowly, Marco growled a low, rumbly breath as he tenderly kissed the now sensitive spot. Running his fingers through the fur, he chuckled sheepishly. "Ah, shit! I left a bit of a mark on you. I'm so sorry, I-I think your fur will cover most of it up. Heh."

Shuddering, Mitch put his paws to Marco's muscular chest and squeezed. "Damn, Marco, d-don't be sorry. That was intense... and I fucking loved it. Hell, do that more often! I can't even describe how amazing that felt; just, wow..." Slowly, he stopped twitching and gave the big dog a smooch. "Okay -- whew, damn -- okay. I need to go, and you need to get ready for work. I'll see you later. Text me!"

"Okay, okay. I'll see you soon. I'll find out when my next day off is, and we'll do something. Drive safe!" Marco ruffled the younger husky's hair, and held the door while he got into his car.

"Later, babe! I had a great time. See ya soon! And..." Mitch reached up and surprised the older dog with a grope and a squeeze. "Try to save some for me next time, yeah?" Smirking, he shut the door and started his car.

Marco watched Mitch drive away, and then stood for a few minutes, thinking about the husky and everything that had happened over the last day and a half. I can't believe I finally talked about Saul. I feel so much better. And he didn't judge me, or walk away, or anything. And he definitely wants to -- well, we'll make that happen soon enough. Maybe I'll even get it started for once...

Hmm. I know he likes the beach. I could...

Oh, this'll be good. I'll need to ask for a couple of days off. Pete, you owe me! Time to cash in that favor...