Cosmolube Part Three
This took waaay too long. Which is why I'm putting an extra special something in part four for those who want to see.... ;3
But about the actual plot, we get to see a bit of Hans' unusual temper and just what happens when he is angered.
**"Hans..." Sergei said, restraining himself from bursting out in his childish smile and joy at seeing his mate, all because he finally found out where Hans got the flowers.
"I normally give zhese to you..." Hans muttered, stepping in The Cage and presenting Sergei a bouquet of roses with a slight flourish.
Sergei took them reluctantly and held them like a small child holds a doll, "It seems I hawe found where you like to go on zhe weekends...."
"Mmhm." The German sighed.
"Obviously I'm right smack in the middle of this, so... I'm just gonna leave you folks to chat." Gabriele said hastily, holding his hands up in a sort of defensive manner, "But if you wouldn't mind leaving... we actually need to get this place cleaned up."
"You can come to my dwessing room." Hans told Sergei forcefully, grabbing the hare's arm and dragging him backstage.
Sergei found himself shoved in a plain room decorated with rave items, photographs tucked into the gap between a large vanity mirror and its lights. The hare scootched closer and examined the pictures. Many were of Hans with his friends, Hans and his identical twin brother Frans, but the greatest number were photographs of Sergei.
"Are you mad at me?" Hans asked, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to look strong but remaining troubled.
"I am...." Sergei paused and tapped his lip in thought, "...jealous."
The Shepherd snorted in his disbelief. "Jealous? Is zhat all? I dance naked for a living and you're just 'jealous'?"
"I work in a sex store... It's not zhat hard to beliewe..." Sergei muttered.
"So we're sluts?" Hans said, frowning.
"I have only slept vith two... three men... And one is a job requirement, and-and zhe other zhat is not you vas not my choice..." Sergei said quietly.
"So I am zhe slut??" Hans asked angrily.
Sergei looked up with a shaking face, "You do as you please..."
"And you don't?" The German questioned.
"It gets me in twouble..." The hare said.
"Yeah... it normally does..." Hans looked the shaking little hare over, he could be so shy sometimes, "Vhy are you here, anyvay?"
"Shipment..." Sergei answered.
"Zhen go home." Hans ordered.
Sergei raised his eyes and looked into Hans' blue orbs with a pathetic expression, "I can't. Dodger said I hawe to be here until my room rental expires.."
"Shize.." Hans swore, biting his lip and throwing himself in the chair in front of the vanity.
"Why are you so eager to send me away, Hans?" the hare questioned, glaring at Hans with as close to a Death Glare as he could manage.
"Because you are MINE. And I have a hard enough time sharing you vith Dodger." A smile came across Hans' face, "And I'm going to remind you about zhat."
It took a few seconds before Sergei realized exactly what Hans was implying, his eyes grew wide and he freaked out, he was too sore after Gabriele to take the German Shepherd's cock now.
"Bend over." Hans ordered.
Sergei whimpered in response, unwilling to do this here and now.
"I said.... Bend.." Hans got up and pushed Sergei onto his paws and knees, holding him down by the furry neck scruff, "OVER."
Growling, Hans pulled his cock out of his trousers and began stroking himself to hardness. "Ich will dich ficken..."
"Sookin syn..." Sergei strained against Hans' paws, but yet again, he was to be dominated.
"Halt deine Fresse!" Hans growled, quickly shoving himself into the hare's tight tailhole.
Screaming, Sergei thrashed and fought Hans' grip. He was sore, this hurt, and the dog didn't even use lube. This was not the tender love-making he was used to. Not at all.
"Get off me! Get off me NOW!!" The Russian roared, kicking Hans in the hip to push out his cock.
The German Shepherd growled threateningly, looking over Sergei to find the right place to strike. As his eyes raked the hare's fur, the way he shuddered like a frightened child slowly became real to him. He had frightened his mate to the point where it looked like all Sergei wanted to do was run and hide behind someone bigger than him.
"I'm.... I'm sorry, Sergei... I don't know vhat came over me..." Hans said, looking at his hind-paws.
"Your German temper...." Sergei muttered.
"Probably..." Hans wondered aloud, looking at Sergei now with an ashamed expression on his face. "May I make it up to you?"
Sergei smiled and allowed Hans to hold him and shower him in soft kisses. Hans pressed his muzzle near Sergei's ear and whispered in it, "But I do vant to remind you zhat you are mine...."
The Arctic Hare squeaked and looked at Hans with wide eyes. Hans laughed at this, "Don't vorry, I vill be gentle..."
"Tomorrow? Please?" Sergei pleaded, "I need a rest first..."
"Tomorrow zhen. Now vould you like to stay in my room or yours?" Hans asked slyly.
"Um.... I hawen't ewen been in my room..." Sergei admitted. " I was kind of drug inside zhe barn as soon as I got here."
Hans laughed. "Yeah.... zhat's just how zhis place works.."
The hare let out an obvious yawn and allowed Hans to take pity on him, undressing him and guiding him to bed. "You know Sergei... Someday ve vill be able to share a bed every night...." Hans sighed into Sergei's ear and let himself drift off...**