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Orange fur was ruffled up and down as a cold breeze swept through Rillion's gray, zipper covered jacket. He pulled his feet in closer. "Wanna go back in?" The Hazel eyed Fox looked up to reply to his friend's question, but he was caught in Chance's blue eyes. The color blue doesn't come close to describing how Chance's eyes looked. If anything, a diamond filled ocean is the closest comparison. The wind swept across Rillion once again, causing him to shudder from the coldness piercing his clothing's veil of protection. "That's it, we're going to your room." Rillion tried to reply, "No, its...OK!" even though the built Husky lugged him onto his shoulder, beginning to walk to the back door. "Can you blink twice before you do that next time or something? I swear it's like you're preparing me to get kidnapped."

The door opened by the free arm Chance had at the moment. As the two stepped inside, the Husky with his feet on the ground replied, "Giving you a warning would make that face you make less cute." Rillion gained his bearing after being set down like a giant body pillow and asked puzzled, "What face?" "The one that blushes after I tell you my family is going to be out 'till 9 tonight." A reddish color shined across the white bodies of fur on Rillion's cheeks as a sudden epiphany hit him in the face. "That means..." "We can watch some of those vids you love so much."

Two weeks. The couple had two weeks to be together before school churned its separating schedules making it impossible for either of them to see each others flirtatious smiles. Not a single class, passing period walk, or lunch allowed a quick "Hey" to come between them. Not much thought came into changing that. One suggested they can text the other, which led to a 300 dollar phone bill for Chance's parents and a new unlimited texting contract. This break was a first for them. A period of time when no secrets were brought up in front of friends to cover the "Rainbow Tracks." At least that's what Rillion's father, Arron, called it.

"Come on, Rill," Chance shouted running up the stairs, "An update went on last night. There's categories now!" Rillion unzipped his jacket while pulling off his blue streamlined shoes, carelessly throwing them across the floor. He began walking at a heightened pace stating aloud, "This is my house you know." A voice bounced off the walls landing in Rillion's range. "I'm going to be here a lot from now on, so..." "So you still haven't gone through the initiation yet." Rillion came to the top of the stairs and walked into his room with Chance sitting on his bed. "Since when?" "The initiation? It's going to be great! I even called up Arron and Derek to get their approval. You know, just to make sure it's up to Aequitas standards." The Husky started to stand in a semi-defensive position, hands in pockets, slightly turned away. "Arron and Derek?" "Yep." "Your patents?" "Yep." "The most highly trained military special operatives in the entire Canine Corps?" "Yeah, they said it checked most of the boxes for a rookie's entry test. Another great thing about is there's just four legal violations"

"Any hints before I suppress that events existence with fetish porn vids?" A hanged head displayed the Huskies opinion. "Just uno, there will be a gun involved." Hearing the answer, Chance flung his hands behind him like Sora on a sunny day at the beach. "Of all the sexy Foxes I picked to be with, I decided on dating the guy with assassins for parents. Oh, and don't forget he has the stately ability to shoot a spinning penny with a rifle," An interruption occurred from the doorway standby, "It was a .22." "At 200 yards for one reason. Making it lay still." "I'm humble about it, but you bring out the good side of me that doesn't only shoot pennies." Rillion got up from leaning on the doorframe and stood inches away from his good friend. Chance smiled and asked in quiet, deep voice, "Why'd you stop?"

"To see what you'd do." The Husky grabbed the fox's butt and pulled him in close, crotches touching. Both of them let out a minor, silent moan as the subtle movements of rubbing became apparent. "Hey," Rillion said, still maintaining the mood, "I thought you didn't want to Chance." Two Silver ears crouched down as Chance realized what was happening. His accent was now filled with embarrassment and self disappointment. "Can we...watch... instead..." "Don't worry," said Rillion, picking himself off of his boyfriend, "I'm not going there unless you want me to." A quiet and now non-dominant Chance replied, "Thanks." Rillion walked over to his desk saying, "Can we please do one of my choice first?" Then, a kind smile sprouted on the right side of Chance's face. "I guess, but if it has an Equine in it, I'll get a little friskier than usual, sir." After Rillion pulled up a chair next his and sat down at his computer desk, he answered back, "I'll keep that in mind, sir."

A couple coordinated clicks popped from the custom keyboard as Rillion typed, knowing the passwords to activate the monitor's operation code. Chance switched his eyes from keyboard to Rill to monitor repeatedly before asking, "What are you doing? Nothings happening, I've never seen you do this." A Chrome browser window came up, syncing its appearance with Rillion's reply, "I always turned off the code lock 'fore you came. This time I didn't know we could go on, thus making me input the military diagnostic review process, which gives me access to one of the computers outside of the CC Octagon with highly secret Canine Corp blueprints. Look at that, the CIC is online." A concerned Chance now spoke. "We use a Canine Corp, secret ops, top grade military electronic device to watch fetish porn?" "We have nothing to worry about, my Dad, forgot which one, made this router we use that makes it so every link on our bookmarks list goes to the agencies as something of ethical purpose within their history activity drives." "Oh... Wait your Dad set up the bookmarks?"

"I never thought about it like that. OK, finally. It loaded." A quick beep sounded off from Chance's phone, while the dirty list phased into the monitor. He pulled it out after muttering to himself. "Cuss, it's my Father." Sometimes when people call their Dad's their "Father" a stereotype flows through minds that always says a phrase relatable to "He's got daddy issues." In this case it was a stereotypical reality. The Husky keeps his outlook on relationships hidden from his respectfully dignified family of Homophobic innocents, causing Rillion some guilt whenever there name gets dropped around him. Rill got use to it at school, but the looks they received in public were heartwarming and always made them want to snuggle in the brush. Having two Dads added to his opinion of Homophobes being the strangest sort of people occupying space and Chance's Dad was truly nice, but his thoughts on gays made even Rill cringe.

"He sent me message saying, 'Wish u showed having gr8 time at Chaplins :)'" Neither spoke because both knew the next words they said would be analyzed to the very pronunciation of every syllable. Rillion decided to take a comforting approach, wrapping his arms around Chance, pulling in for a long hug followed by an almost silent speech. "That life doesn't have to be such a burden on you. Every time you hear about your Dad, the lively you breaks apart. Listen to my words that come out of the lips you kiss and conditionally love. I love how you walk, your eyes, look at me," Rill gently lifted up His friends face so eye contact could happen, "Your eyes are a color that I would paint the world in if it didn't have the potential to make them less seducing. I love the way you have an overly self-confident attitude, but never show it unless society needs an underdog hero at a moments notice. By some strange coincidence I met you in person and since that day my daily schedule became AP work topped all over with a boyfriend who gets jealous if I don't respond within a half-minute. No one will break the boy," Sobs and sniffles filled his reply, "I prefer man." "No one will ever break the man's soul that I fell in love with at first sight on a rainy Thursday afternoon in the Math hall. That day was the first day I was late to a period and you only knocked me off balance because you were lost. The first kiss I ever had was an accident with a guy I had never seen before. You were that guy. And we are gonna forget that boring life of yours and watch some fetish porn. Are you in or what?" Chance opened his mouth to talk but a teen Fox found his way home into a French kiss that lasted for two hours, at least in their mindsets, of romance.

"K, looks like we'll start with TheDarkRegions or SenseProof." Chance stared at the preview images and noticed the one that earlier had an update of some kind. "Go on Dark, and I 'member how you get first pick, don't worry." "So honorable today." Rapidly, a cursor flew right on top of a blue link and it loaded a page of purple outlined thumbnails that would bring tears to the eyes of Mothers and puke from the bellies of average society.

Multiple usernames, according to popularity, lined the left middle column. For a group of disturbed mental wackos, the gentlemen who ran this site knew how to please an interweb perfectionist. Standout icons organized towards the vids thumbnails on the page represented a button able to bring up a slide out window that had the links for the pages of the corresponding actors, publishers, and other vids under that compared with its own tags. The names were what Chance liked the most, but only as long as a thumbnail stood to the left presenting the "Money Shot" of that segment. Such titles like "Yolo Swag 2.0" and "Cum on Balls" were usually avoided by the populace, but they also represented the height of the free entertainment on Dark, The given nickname by Rill and Chance to the site. Rillion took full advantage of a sticky note he found a while ago that held a username and password that were codes to a premium account on Dark's servers. He was still baffled at how he never connected his parent's involvement with the fetish porn. Rill stuck with one thought concerning that agenda. "Genetics do wonderful things for awkward Father-Son realizations, I guess."

After watching several vids, the last one they sat through was about massive knots in tightly, muzzled mouths of Terriers, they headed to cuddle while watching TV on top of a maroon sheeted bed that lay in the far corner, away from the raunchy desk. An episode of a primetime comedy show came on that the couple viewed, laughing at every misguided joke of awkward family walk-ins. Chance wasn't viewing what was on as much as he had been observing Rillion's movements. A quick tail flick came seconds before every laugh, almost as if he knew when to. Chance flipped his counterpart over, speaking words into his face fur. "How about instead of you and I being flat out bored we, how do I say this, undress a little. Just to, you know, pet each other in those hard to reach places." Two orange pattered ears flicked upwards alongside two hazel eyes staring straight into Chances. "That's the best idea you've said all week."