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Hey everyone,

here it is the new chapter, took me a while but I had been busy writing smut! Everything is going fine in Rome (both in the story and in real life), but drama is around each corner! Hope you will like this chapter, and what better way to show me that than voting, faving or commenting? I thank my Gritou, as always, for being there for mein everything.

"Are you sure you want this?" Luca asked, passing his paws through the fur of Ale's bare back.

"Yes, I am sure of it, do it." The rottie replied stoically, his eyes fixed on some point on the wall.

"You know, you don't have to do this." The lupo said. He didn't want to think that the black canine was forcing himself, it was something he just hated to see.

"I said to do it, the sooner you do the better." He repeated, conviction in his voice. The lupo sighed, then extend one hand to take up something long.

"There are professionals who can do this, why didn't you go to them?" The lupine asked, hoping that this would make his friend desist.

"I know, but I don't trust them, I trust you! You are my best friend!" The other answered, still staring at the wall. His resolution was adamantine, and Luca knew perfectly that once his friend was set on something, it was almost impossible that he could back off, so with another sigh he raised his paw again and passed the brush through the black fur. He met some resistance where the short hairs were entangled, so he had to force his touch a bit to get rid of them, something that made the big rottie twitch in discomfort.

"Now, be the man and not complain, I gave you all the openings you needed to back off from this!" He poked his friend, verbally and physically. "Geez, you aren't even planning to let Clara see you naked tonight!"

"I know, but I want to be handsome for her in every way!" The other said, his voice pitching when the lupo tugged another knot of airs.

"Okay, okay, still, you could have gone to a furdresser, I'm sure it would have been less painful for you!" As he said it he untied another agglomerate of fur, the perfect way to prove his point.

"I told you, I don't trust those furs in that kind of place, plus isn't it a dream of you guys, to have a naked hunk on your bed?" The rottie jabbed, probably to distract himself from the brushing.

"First, you have your underwear on, so you aren't naked. Second, you are my best friend, I haven't ever thought about you in that way. Third, this isn't the type of action we dream of." Luca finished enumerating the faults of the muscled rottie's reasoning.

"Dai1, don't tell me you didn't fantasize about me kissing you, then bending you and-OUCH!" Ale yelped because of a very forceful tug of the brush, turning toward his friend. "Why did you do that?

"Because you were saying such bestialità2 Ale! And you were very detailed, have you been thinking about fucking me a lot?" The lupine quirked a brown, his muzzle arranged in a severe mask.

"Well, yes, I mean no, I mean..." The other stammered, shrinking in front of the disapproving stare and blushing so heavily that it showed through his black and tan fur. "Well, you are a man, and gay, I thought you had such kind of thoughts now and then..."

"Maybe I can appreciate your curves and all, but I wouldn't ever have such fantasies involving you!" He said, making his friend turn again so he could resume his brushing.

"Apprezzare le mie curve3, eh?" The rottie inquired a bit, and Luca wasn't sure if there was a hint of pride in that.

_"I will never understand how Ale's brain works."_He thought, while he said aloud. "Of course, what I am, blind? I would probably have thought of you in that way the first time we met and before becoming friends, but I was with Carlo so..."

"So what you were thinking of all the time was a feline, barbed cazzo4". The other finished, though not quite in the way Luca would. The lupo stopped again and stared at the brush, analyzing it.

"Why did you stop now?" The rottie asked, not turning.

"I'm wondering if this is a special spazzola5 that turns straight men in babbling, bi-curious fools." He simply responded, and he wasn't actually joking, what on Earth was possessing Ale today? For one thing, he knew that his remark had hit the dog, since he tensed up and very likely blushed, while his ears were flicking madly.

"I-I don't know, maybe being on the bed of a gay fur is doing weird things to my head..." Ale tried to find an explanation.

"I think it isn't the bed, it's just your head that works in strange manners." The other closed the argument, since, truth to be told, he didn't want to know if his friend had bi-thoughts now and then. He raised his brush-wielding paw and passed the infernal tool through the canine's hairs.

"Maybe you are right... By the way, what do you think of Carlo's visit and apologies?" The fur currently being groomed asked.

"Now I'm sure your head isn't sound, perché passi da palo in frasca6? Really, you were talking of fucking me just a few seconds ago!" The lupo said, not stopping his work this time. "Also, we did talk about him right away, in the presence of Sara."

"You did name him, so that made me think about that." The other simply responded, having regained his usual composure and straightness. "And I know we talked yesterday, but maybe you have new opinions."

"Yeah, you are right. What I think, uhm..." Luca gathered a bit his thoughts, strangely he was able to concentrate more thanks to the task at paw, so his silent didn't last too long.

"As I said yesterday, I think he was genuinely sorry for how he treated you. Sure, it is a bit suspect that he realized that only a few days after I spoke up clearly what he has done. I don't think ....."

He paused to take care of a particularly intricate knot in the black fur "How did you get so many knots? You have short airs!"

"Dunno, I've been like that since I was a little pup." The fur in question apologized, but didn't add more, since he knew his friend had derailed from his speech only momentarily.

"Still, weird. What was I saying?" The lupo asked, but then quickly remembered. "Oh, yeah, I don't think he was lying, or had a secret agenda. He sounded truthful, and such epiphanies can happen, as he said. It's not that incredible, it happens all the time to everyone."

"I agree with you, it is plausible. Though, secret agenda? What kind?"

"Well, you know, like getting together with me or some other thing I can't think right now." He gave an example, his free paw gesticulating as if to dismiss the many other possible ones.

"But you aren't interested in that, it's a chapter long closed after all." The rottie chimed in, speaking the thoughts of his friend.

"Exactly. How do you feel? About all that stuff."

"Him apologizing? Well, I agree with you, he seemed truthful in it. But," the rottie stopped the remark that was surely about to come from his friend with a raised paw, "that doesn't really matter. I feel ... good that he finally did that. And I'm happy that he admitted his short comings. Still, that doesn't take away all the pain I felt and that I still feel a bit."

"Aww, let me give you a-"

"No hugs while I'm practically naked on your bed." The rottie shied away from the exhibition of friendly love.

"Because you think I could take advantage of it, eh? Luckily for your confused head, I'm almost done, so the risk won't last much longer!" The lupo joked, already at the finally stage of the brushing.

"Yeah, I guess that this bed or the brush is fucking my mind, turning me in a homo..." The black canine wondered out loud.

"That's easy to discover. What is your reaction to the image of a very excited and naked body builder?" The lupine asked, waiting to see that reaction. He could just figure out how his friend's brown was furled in thought, conjuring the image, and then...

"Ewwwwww! Che schifo7" Ale exclaimed in disgust, his ears flicking.

"As I thought, I'm afraid you can't be cured of your status as a straight." The other tsk-ed, amused by the predictable reaction.

"That's a pity for you cock-lovers, I'm sure." The rottie retorted angrily.

"Indeed, I know you have no gag reflex, you would be so popular, since that means you can-" The rest of his phrase was drowned by the hunky dog's words.

"I don't want to know, LALALALALALALALALALA!" He shouted, while plugging his triangular ears with his big paws. That was too much for the lupo, he couldn't hold off his laughter and he just burst, laughing hard, so much that he needed to lean over the back of his friend to not fall. Ale wasn't immune to that, he started to roar too, holding his belly, until he lost his balance and fell on his side, taking his friend with him.

They remained there on the bed for a good five minutes, releasing their merriment and getting some pressure out. Then, they managed to subdue the snickers a bit, not completely though, it punctuating their phrases.

"Ahahaha, I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard!" The lupo wondered, his long tail aging behind him.

"Ehehehehe, I do! Yesterday, remember?" The other reminded him, his laughter increasing again.

"Oh yeah, after the scolding of padre Giuseppe!" Luca exclaimed, the memories coming back.

"Ehehehehehe, it was just hilarious how he reprimanded us for talking aloud and not doing our work, and telling us how good Christians should behave!" The rottie roared, it had been really, in a twisted way, to get that kind of lecture.

"Then, the professor pointing out that we were, technically, still on our lunch break!" He recalled. Well, it had been clear that the badger wasn't angry at them, but at the padre who, apparently, had called him and ordered to come just for that.

"Oh, the expression! It got so much funnier when the Prof also pointed out that we were working even more than we should!"

"I can just hear his thoughts about being sued or something!" The lupo confessed to his friend, and he was damn sure he was right. Letting someone working more than by contract, that's sure ground for suing! Though there wasn't any risk from them, they worked more because they loved it.

"Oh yeah, he was sure quick then to dismiss the whole thing." The rottie agreed. "Though, we shouldn't tirare la corda8 with the Prof, I'm sure he would have scolded us if he hadn't found the priest's reaction too extreme."

"For someone who works with in churches, he has short patience with the members of It." He said amusingly.

"Bah, maybe he had bad experiences." Luca regretted saying that, it implied something really ... dark. Even if he was gay and by default rejected by the Church, he had been raised as a Catholic and some reverence to the Church remained in him.

"Maybe. I'm not sure he would have scolded us in any case, though, we weren't that late after all." The rottie dismissed the whole affair, and luckily not picking up the implication of the lupo, or maybe deliberately not addressing that.

"I think we were Ale, but the prof doesn't care as long as he doesn't discover it. We were just saved by the fact he was pissed off because of padre Giuseppe!" The lupo theorized, while finally standing up from his bed.

The rottie followed him immediately, his hunky frame not covered by anything except his briefs. Luca fought the urge to give his friends a good peep, not after he said he did that. He said the truth when he told him he hadn't ever thought about him in that way, at least consciously, but those instinctual ones weren't under his control, and some part of him appreciated the bulge in that white, skimpy piece of cloth...

Shaking all the naughty thoughts out of his head, he realized he had been asked a question. "Cosa9?"

"Not listening, eh? I asked you if you would like to get the same treatment." The rottie smirked.

"I don't think we have time for that, and I really don't need that. There is no one I have to impress, after all." The lupine kindly rejected the proposal.

"You can't say, there is Clara's friend." The black canine winked to his friend.

"My theory that you two are trying to set us up is getting more plausible by the minute..." The tall dog said in an annoyed tone. Sure, he hadn't been lucky since Stanley-his name now only gave him a spike of sadness- but he didn't need his friend playing matchmaker with his future possible girlfriend.

"Naaah, it's nothing like that, don't worry! Can you help me now on the clothes' choosing?" He asked, then turned to walk in his room. Luca sheepily followed him, when the rottie was dating someone it was like that, always asking him advices and opinions, though he didn't mind that too much.

They entered the rottie's room, and the lupo took his usual place on the bed, while taking the wolf plushie clothed in Rinascimento10's clothes, who was Ezio Auditore in adorable form. He began to childish play with it, just to pass time while his friend was going through his wardrobe.

"What pants should I put on?" The muscled dog asked, head in the wardrobe and his stub wagging for the excitement.

"Well, I think the blue ones should go, they are classy but also a bit sportivi11. They are perfect, they will tell you care how you look but that you aren't too formal." Luca suggested while making the Ezio plush do somersaults and jumps on the bed.

"Uhm, let me see if they are here .... I hope they are ironed... Yes!" He exulted, the pants in his paws. He put them on a chair, to wait the moment when they will envelop his rump; he went right back in, grabbing a set of socks and a leather belt to get along with his pants.

"So, now the question is, what shirt...." The rottie wondered while peering his vast collection of upper body clothes. They both stayed silent, thinking about the possible combination, with one of them still playing with the plush, making him kill imaginary targets with the equally imaginary hidden blade. Not a good idea to put one sharp thing on a toy for children and collectors!

"It really depends on how you want to present yourself." The lupo finally spoke.

"Quindi12?"

"Well, do you want to give the image of a sophisticated fur?" Luca started to list. "Or of a layback one? Or something in the middle? Knowing her, what do you think she would like?"

He stopped, giving time to his friend to ponder. He had in mind several outfits depending on his answer, and that fact amused him, he hadn't been that ... fashionable before knowing the rottie. Years and years of being his fashion consigliere13 had changed that.

"Uhm, I guess that I should go for something classy too... T-shirts are out of the question... Maybe ... a Lacoste?" The rottie asked him, a bit dubious about that.

"Lacostes are nice, but since you want to be classy, you should put a normal camicia14." His friend suggested, punctuating that with a launch of Ezio plush and a timely catch of it before the ultimate fall.

"Yeah, and I should wear it inside my pants, but with the top a bit open, to show some of my chest!" He said enthusiastically, already going through his shirts to find the one for the night.

"Not too much, else you will ruin the overall image!" The brown-furred dog recommended, still deep in his playing.

"Of course, just the top two buttons!" The other assured him. "Which one should I put?"

"Not a white one, too plain!"

"Yeah, what about the one with green stripes?" He proposed.

Luca flicked his ears at that suggestion. "Nah, blue pants and green stripes?"

"Yeah, you are right. Maybe one with a scacchi15 pattern?" Was the next suggestion.

"I approve!"

"Okay, chessboard pattern... Here it is one, freshly ironed!" He came out of that cave, holding a nice shirt, with the stripes being in different hues of light blue on a white field.

"Oh yeah, that will go!" The other agreed, celebrating the chose by launching Ezio at Ale through the room. The poor plushie bounced on the right pec of the rottie and then fell on the ground, to the shocked disbelief.

"You should treat little Ezio better! It isn't even yours!" He protested, picking the poor toy from the floor after safely putting the shirt on the desk.

"If I remember correctly, I was the one who gifted it to you, I can do whatever I want with him." The other proudly declared, his ears perked and his chest buffed out.

"But that doesn't mean you can treat him like that... Are you hurt, little Ezio?" The rottie whispered lovely to the toy, holding it tight.

"Awww, you are cute when you do that!" Luca jabbed his hunky yet sensible friend.

"I'm not, he is my only son!" The other shouted him back, but glee was in his eyes, showing that he was just messing around.

"I wonder how you will be with your own pups ..." Luca mused while rising from the bed.

"I'll be the best dad ever!" He boasted. "Now, you should prepare yourself too, even if you aren't going to impress that guy!"

"Okay, okay, I know when I'm chased out of the room!" The lupo said, already walking out of the room. "It's not like we have still an hour before we have to go!"

"I know, but the sooner we are prepared, the better!" The rottie said, a bit of nervousness showing in his voice and muzzle.

"Don't worry Ale, everything will go fine, I'm sure." Luca cheered him up, patting one black shoulder. That was enough to raise his spirit.

"Yeah, everything will go fine." The rottie smiled.

Translation:

1) Come on.

2) Bestiality.

3) Appreciate your curves, or better, your body.

4) Cock.

5) Brush.

6) Skip from an argument to another without any link between the two. Not sure how I can translate that in English...

7) Gross!

8) Literally, to not pull the string too much. It's meaning is to not overdo things.

9) What?

10) Renaissance.

11) Casual, even though literally it means "Sportive".

12) So.

13) Counselor.

14) Shirt.

15) Chessboard pattern, like the one on the Scottish kilts.