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Marlowe was spread out across the couch. Full lupine body coming shy of six feet tall, seven inches away from his father's height. That was fine by him he'd inherited his mother's clean smoky coat and green eyes. Black hair combed back, while a lock hung over his left eye obscuring it slightly. Soft soothing sound of New York Afternoon filled the bar on the familiar saxophone. The transition from each note very precise. If he wasn't mistaken like every night this saxophonist performed, that was his alto sax Loraine. Marlowe had always caught this seven in the afternoon show for two reasons. For a recommended beginner instrument the musician took it to heights any green could muster. Secondly that was his best friend Vinzen playing, so what other options did he have, not like he was ever disappointed by the composition.

Vinzen was the short only a few inches shorter but it was still enough to make him seem like a midget. Nothing wrong with being a five foot seven Russo-European Laika. Black and white coat covering his muscular body elegantly. Often there was a feeling that he tried to make up for his short stature with muscle weight, but that felt a bit stereotypical so mostly he left it to the side.

Though today he had other reasons to be there than to zone out on the harmony. Staring into the dark overhead, didn't help drop his problem. Both of them were without a home to return to, well maybe that was a bit over inflated. They together decided to get an apartment, but all fell short of their pockets. Lets see Vinzen was a Jazz musician waiting for his big break... And he on other hand had been jumping jobs recently. There was the bar which he'd got fired from, but well he deserved that for stealing booze. Lets see then he'd screwed up at the Telemarketing job. How'd he put it when called into the office... repetitive. So now he was stuck making seven dollars and fifty cents at an ice cream shop, nothing to over work him there.

Marlowe expelled a deep sigh, still feeling the pressure of the unforgiving world nestled on his chest. Ruining his perfect white Ermenegildo Zegna, it left his matching brand black slacks alone. Anyone would second guess that he spent his time slaving away at Ice-cream Tundra. Not like he'd bought these clothes anyway. He'd just taken a lot of his business attire from his amour and threw it into his butlers hands. Ok his butler threw them into another butlers hands upon request, but he half did it right? That life of cushiness was over he was going to show the world that Marlowe Waters could take care of himself. He'd been walking to work and the Lazy Gents.

Marlowe snapped out his train of thought when he'd noticed that the audio was switched back on and Vinzen crimson eyes were staring dead at him. He quickly straightened his blue tie with a smiling face icon at the end of the tongue. An involuntary when he was caught off guard or nervous. "Well you finish with finding of apartment?" Vinzen asked his dialect was a bit off as well, but he soon corrected it in reaction to Marlowe's scrunched facial expression. As if comprehending it was that hard. "Did you find one that is of reasonable pricing."

Marlowe shook his head, he looked through the daily gazette. There was nothing. Not even an add for someone begging for roommates. There had to be a psycho out there who killed his roommates and was looking for replacements, but even he wasn't that lucky. "Nothing in the papers..."

"No worries."

"No worries?" Marlowe repeated in a skeptical tone. "No worries are you kidding me? We have no where to stay and I don't think we can talk the manager here into letting us sleep here again." He scorned in a low tone there was no way he wanted anyone to hear those words.

"O give me break everyone is loving you Marlowe, Magazine Man." Vinz chuckled pointing to the only copy of Dapper in the whole building. Of course it was because his friend had brought it in with him. This weeks edition featured Marlowe on the cover and he was damn good looking. He could hook a couple rooms for them if necessary. Vinz would never request that, he couldn't sell out his best friend for the world. Those green rolled heavily, before they were shielded away from view.

"I got one cover shot and you think I'm a celebrity now..." He groaned, Vinz was never going to let it go. He didn't even want to be on the cover of that magazine. It was printed by his mother's publishing company and well she wanted to give him the best birthday present ever, even if it were two weeks later. "No one reads this pulp, but single women who want to hook up with the town's boy toys."

Vinz shook his head diligently like a confident child, "Nuh uh." He stated firmly. "I skim it from time to time, and I'm not a lonely lady ." Marlowe shrugged. Ok that contradicted his statement that held no meaning to him very much at all. "Anyway when saying no worries I was meaning I have place, but it was going to be last option." He changed the subject quickly to the matter in both of their hands that held the most priority.

"What!?" He blurted loudly hearing his voice bounce back and with that came leering eyes. He covered his mouth in embarrassment. Vinz gave him a shy finger to his lips to be quiet. Like he didn't already get that from the other furs around in the dark club. "So you made me touch those inky papers and you found a place." Marlowe pouted like usual. Vinz reached one of his ripped arms into his form fitting denim jeans pulling out a single key. Bringing the brass item over the couch, he smiled.

"Its room key." He stated. Marlowe glared at him with the expression thank you mister obvious. "But we would not be only guys there it is six room house. Expenses are cheap but I only meet with one roommate. Husky kid, kind of happy that I come and check it out." His voice hinted how uncertain he was about this whole set up. He'd gotten the key for sure and they could lay out of the floor until they moved some furniture out there.

"He could be a psycho for all I care. I'll be happy to have indoor plumping and heat." Marlowe grabbed the key putting it into his breast pocket. Then gave it a swift pat. His eyes drifted back up to Vinzen's concerned face, before it hit him. That was his own little inside joke for himself. "I was only kidding."

"Well anyway Loraine is going to drop us off there. Its not far from here. I just don't feel like walking. No wind you know." He jested, but Marlowe didn't catch it. It was pretty simple to him though he found himself often thinking about comments to tied woodwinds into. Something he would do in his pass time to make himself laugh.

"Your sax is going to drive us?" Marlowe asked playfully knowing good and well that was the name of his girlfriend. Obvious jokes should never be overlooked in his book. Those red eyes just shifted to the corner with a slight smile. That was a half laugh... maybe?

"Clever joke." He poked his friend on the nose. "Maybe I name new sax after you eh? Then we see who laughs last."

"Eh, you'll probably have a different girl then, and you'll do the same thing this time." He called out as the short man went to retrieve the instrument named after his loved one. He really thought it was sweet of him to do something like that. It sort of held a romantic cliché to it. Like how people play number from their wedding and hit big. He rolled his watch around his wrist, it was eight forty-five... she was what ten minutes late. As long as these rooms were still vacant and ready for them to seize then all was good.

Vinzen opened his heavy eyes. They were so tired early that night both of them decided to just collapse on the floor of their rooms. His deduction allowed them to get the appropriate rooms and he laid all alone in the deserted red painted room. The borders ran around the bottom and top matching the floor black. Just the way he'd wanted his room. Though he could have dealt without the gargoyles adorning the top border.

Vinzen scratched his bare stomach, ears folding back as he let out his morning yawn. His paw nicked the tight black elastic waistband. His eyes burst open getting a full view of his naked body. He didn't recall undressing down to his Red bikini briefs with the ebony meridian line passing down his package. His first reaction was to spazz out over the situation, but then it occurred to him that Marlowe could still be sleeping. If Marlowe were to see his tight ass cotton briefs, that would be well awkward.

Sitting up he took a deep breath speaking to himself, "Ok last night... Me and Marlowe are dropped off here by Loraine, we walk in and pass out of floor. So when I take off clothes to play sexy body?" That was the question of the morning, yet he had no answer for that... Marlowe could be playing a joke. Crawling stealthy toward the door Vinzen cracked it open looking down the hallway toward the kicken and then back toward the lounge. Good to go no roommates to freak out, with his practically nude body. Why couldn't he had just worn boxers yesterday! Vinzen scattered out from his room quickly meshing his back along the wall as if cameras were after him. His paw frantically felt for Marlowe's doorknob. Finally feeling the cold brass handle of escape he opened the door a crack sliding in quietly not to wake his friend.

Marlowe's room was a dark blew with white borders and highbornes around the top of his. Vinzen eyes took a quick roll before focusing on the wolf tucked tightly up sleeping like a child in his dress clothes... So where were his clothes?! He wasn't going to wake Marlowe. No. With the chance that this wasn't his joke would be naive. Vinzen slid out of the room in his skivvies walking down toward the kitchen. He could hear the dryer and washer rumbling slowly beneath the floor. In fact that's why he was headed to steal a few clothes from his roommates. He was short enough for the pants but he couldn't fit small Ts that well.

His bare feet curled hitting the cold black and white tiled floor. Then he'd caught onto a familiar tail swishing back and forth. His body wouldn't move. He couldn't move either, if he wanted to remain stealth. The auburn and white husky kid was just humming over at the stove in an black apron, but that wasn't the most noticeable thing. According to what his eyes were reporting back was the bareback of the husky. He'd seen some smooth asses in his time and thought his was pretty well sculpted. But this guy he had the ass of all asses. It wasn't too tone where it crushed bricks it was perfectly innocent and from the looks of it soft. Vinzen blinked a few times what was he thinking. He took a few steps into the kitchen given himself the benefit of the doubt. He could make it as long as he stood there gawking at candy ass.

The Husky flipped the stove top on, threw the skillet onto the spiraling circle, then began to grabbing things from the cabinet. Setting the salt and pepper down by the chives, mushrooms and shredded cheddar his hand paused returning. "Hey Vinz could you get me the eggs?" He laughed turning over to the practically nude laika. "Nice briefs!"

Vinz felt those auburn eyes running over his body as he stood there in stun mode. "Eh, it is not like I wear all the time." He mumbled walking over to the fridge. Reminding himself to do one thing Play it off. The husky wasn't wearing anything yet he felt more exposed.

"Sorry I wasn't here when you guys arrived, out with some friends." The Husky smiled hard and Vinz could see the embarrassment through his Rusty coat. "But yeah I was even more surprised that Chief wasn't here either..." The Husky raised his brow to Vinz with a warm smile. "Are you going to get the eggs bikini dog?"

Vinz nodded dropping his head down to the floor why was he gawking at that guy. He couldn't even think straight. What was his name again? Vinzen grabbed the handle to the metallic fridge prying it open, then throwing his head inside to cool off. "What is your name again?" He asked looking for the eggs though that ended fairly quick. He decided to keep his head in there longer to keep something else on his mind.

"Sus. Sus Laska. I've told you that already Vinz Macho Mutt." Vinz groaned hearing the playful tone. Grabbing the carton of a dozen eggs, closing the fridge door, the laika walked over toward Sus reluctantly. Vinz passed off the container, then shortly after hearing the cracking of shells. "My specialty is omelets. So today will further be known as Omelet Fridays."

"Yah and what is Mondays?" Vinz asked turning his view back to admire the husky's work. Monday had happened to be his favorite day. Loraine called it Mango Monday, where a mango smoothie was shared during his time off stage.

Sus flipped the omelet tapping his chin in mental thought. Then he smiled the one Vinz loved the one he'd only seen. "Macho Meal Monday." Vinz ears perked up. The auburn eyes slinked within the corner of their sockets on him. "But if you kill us with your preparation... We can always call it Morbid Mondays." He spoke in a grim tone brandishing an impish smile. Pushing a plate out toward Vinzen "Anyhow have a great morning... its going to be a while before our clothes dry. I sort of figured it was the least I could do."

Vinz paused hearing those words. "What?" He asked as if a second time would actually change the fact. Sus went into his room and stripped him down. Marlowe, no he left the sleeping wolf alone.

"Well I was washing clothes and ours are non dry clean only." Sus shrugged turning back to the stove, then he quickly turned back. "Umm sorry about the apron thing, but I thought it'd be better to do a whole load."

"Is alright." Vinzen said reassuringly allowing Sus to relax to their little discovery. Besides breakfast and a sexy ass wasn't all that bad. Of course it was only admiration, there was no way he was attracted to anyone else of than Loraine. The meal was exquisite as Marlowe would put it. Better than the butlers at his estate, better than any restaurant. Spices were perfect for acquiring the ideal zest.

Breakfast had been perfect he'd even slipped away into Sus's room before Marlowe had waken up to get his morning meal. Sus actually put on some pants before then. Sus crept back to his room afterward, why because Vinzen was hiding waiting for his clothes. Sus came in jumping on his twin size bed since Vinz was spread out in his green sofa chair. Glancing back over to Vinz's confused face, guilt coursed his body. Bringer of bad news, though he could have told him this beforehand. "Yeah, another cycle... just came out the washer. Anyway relax usually we walk around here in underwear." Sus said dressed up from his black jeans and white shirt. So that went pretty far...

"As if you wear underwear." Vinz chuckled staring straight through Sus's clothes, imagination still from the kitchen scene, he was a commando man. The kind he wouldn't mind to be around that's for sure.

"Drop it Vinz. I told you I'm sorry." Embarrassed beyond everything, blush singed his face, Vinz was such a jerk. The mooning wasn't intentional. He was just trying to multitask everything and it seemed ok. Though removing all his clothes like that was a first, and now a last.

"Well score is not settled I am in skivvies, so maybe you should suffer with me." Vinz offered a solution that of course he would enjoy, a stripped husky that so happened to turn his gears to strip down stark, bare in his underwear. Vinzen pictured his standard tone body spread out across the bed, arms folded behind his head, delicately crossed legs, with a naughty smile, something you'd fine in a centerfold. Sus was just that damn hot to be on his mind like that, and should probably be on him.

Sus shrugged skillfully in a smooth elegant manner, exhaling softly saying, "Don't think so, indulging in pain isn't my forte. Though I can empathize with you." Vinz's deep tenor laughs caught his attention, they were those type saying you're afraid. Sus responded with his haughty soprano laugh, but Vinz shook his head in pity. As if he'd actually fall into that trap.

"Are you scaredy pants, we are all guys in here not big deal. Remember usually we walk around in underwear." Vinz lectured the gymnophobia inflicted husky, Sus growled lightly, but Vinz continued anyway. "It is not like you have anything to hide especially when you gave me rump shot."

"Best you'll ever see." Sus retorted matter-o-factly, his ass was chiseled to perfection and anyone would vouch for that. Sitting up, Sus gripped the hem of his white T dragging it over his head, the white curtain rising to the main attraction. White clouds of fur cascaded down over his chest and washboard swimmer abs. Vinz could have bet his life that Sus would be a lot more slender, but as if being wrong could have been more rewarding. His body was, yet another gasp in the book. Eyes tracing every definition of the figure, smooth lines to the almost tender body, the body of a beautiful swimmer. The kind you'd jump in the water and go swimming after.

"Cool." Vinz responded with a dazed look, drawing a dull glare from the star of the scene.

"Yeah right Macho Mutt... My body isn't anything compared to yours." Nothing special other than his swimming, as if he hit the gym every week to tone up like the Laika. Sus debarred a hefty sigh falling back on the bed, but not in the way Vinz had imagined. Bareback pressed into his cashmere green comforter, soft twilled fabric meshing with his fine coat as he relaxed.

Vinz took that as queue to strut his manliness over there, reason absent, feeling so much more stress-free in his bikini briefs than before. "Eh, it is nice to me, may not mean anything to you though." He smiled even though his charming accessory would go unacknowledged. Vinz pressed his paw on the small bed, Sus rolled over when the pressure was applied, giving Vinz enough space to place his bulky body. Lying side by side Vinz reached an all time high from being so close. Sus was so calm he wondered how he managed to handle his urges so well. Vinz felt like a balloon ready to pop at the any given moment.

"Really like the briefs, think they're hot. I'd make them burning." Sus put his humor to the test and Vinz laughed shortly after bringing an appeasing grin across his own muzzle. Sus really liked Vinz oddly enough, a good vibe radiated from him, his favorite new roommate. "I think we're going to get along just fine."

Vinz nodded replying "I'm hoping better than fine."

"Hey Marlowe."

Back turned to the strange voice while fondling the key into the door. He'd just gotten off work, and stalkers were after him already. She was probably waiting for him two days beforehand. With a tent down the alley he so happened not to notice. "Autograph, picture, or does the kidnap category fit." Marlowe jested, eventually the key did its job, and Marlowe swung the door in.

He turned around almost star stricken by the woman who'd followed him home, and maybe to his bedroom. A winter coat vixen, her strawberry hair hung down the sides of her face past shoulder length. Marlowe whined when he looked at her face, the beauty mark under her eye, a masterpiece. Wearing a violet jogging suit, she was prepared even still looking hot. "What?" She asked confused, his question passed over her as his eyes wrapped around. "If you stare any harder I won't be able to breath."

Marlowe closed his eyes, how unlike a gentleman to gawk, even if he held back the drool. "Marlowe Lucent Waters, but knowing you that's blatant as well as my birthday." Perfect white teeth shined in her direction in effect to mesmerize, an array of dazzling pearls at best. Playing with a loose strand of hair she tried her best not to answer his smile with her own. Salmon appendage hugging the point of his fang Marlowe extended his perfect manicured hand. "And you?" He was asking the name of his stalker, the one mistake the hero would make.

"You can call me Chief." She answered with a withdrawn smile, that smile of his was very influential, she could barely withhold hers. Chief hated his attitude of being the prize pig and would make bacon of him if he wasn't already hot. Gripping his well moisturized hand, she almost gasped, so soft. He had delicate hands like Sus and she had sworn that the secret was his and his alone. She gave him a hard handshake opposed to a feminine one he'd be expecting. Reluctantly taking her hand away her lunar gaze met his emeralds.

"Should I call you Commander and Chief?" He asked cocking a brow flirting with her. Chief glared at him oddly, which surprised him immensely, the wrong response to the Marlowe Flirt. So he quickly smirked playfully toward her, maybe he could save the game before he'd lost it at the start.

Dim, dumb, idiot they all fit him pretty well. She wasn't sure how to put it, but she had to break it to him. "Marlowe I'm your landlord and roommate... A rule to get used to, roommates can't get fresh with each other." She gave him a smirk of defeat, but Marlowe shrugged as if the rule didn't apply to him. He would regret the day he broke rules within this household, if that was going to be his attitude.

Marlowe pointed a finger at her retreating down the hallway to his room. "I'll see you sometime later tonight, eh?" he shot her a clean wink.

Chief rolled her eyes, then countered, "In your wet dreams." Marlowe busted up laughing from that, which she'd thought would have been scornful. He was sort of like Sus, for the most part his hands were.

With Sus crossing her mind again she headed down to his room. She'd been moving furniture all this afternoon and he'd been in his room all day leaving her with the burly moving men. With one look at Marlowe she could tell that over have the things belonged to him fancy Armour, King size bed, huge vanity, dozens of mirrors... the list could go on. While the average things were neatly arranged in the spacious red room.

Cracking the door open she took a peek inside, the image causing her to bite her bottom lip. Sus was in bed under his cashmere blanket with another man! Sus isn't gay. She repeated to herself over and over trying to justify what she'd seen. Sus was drawn close to that brute tucked tightly against his body sleeping, and that wasn't the worst part. His beautiful ass was snug against that man's crotch. Fingers weaving through her hair, the situation was analyzed thoroughly, she had to do the right thing. Operation Rescue Sus's sexuality. Chief crept into the room of sleeping men. Creeping closer to his bed she ducked down next to Sus below the bed. Reaching her arm over the bed she tapped what she figured was him.

"What's up Chief?" Sus questioned almost still within his sleep.

Chief cringed thinking the sex must have been that good to knock him out to such a degree. Usually when she woke him up he'd be wide awake, he wore Sus out like a penny ride. "Thought you were going to help me move the things." She squeaked quietly, afraid to wake up the other guy and find them both naked still attached. His paw fell on her head tussling her hair, his touch soothing her.

"Things got sort of tied up." Sus mumbled, scratching Chief's head lovingly.

Tied!? So he and then they... Chief shook her head not able to swallow that. Rule number one no getting fresh with your roommates, he knew that clearly. "Sus?" She called out softly when his hand paused, and picking back up on coaxing her, she smiled. "Did you have... butt secks?"

"Uhhh...." Sus's voice stammered.

Hearing him move, followed by a pulling motion a strange voice spoke. "still tired."

Chief clutched her fist, no way that they were breaking her rules in her house. No one touched Sus, she didn't even touch him. "Sus get your keester out of that bed right now." Chief ordered acidly, while waiting for him to comply. She'd find out just how strong their bond was if he didn't do what she said.

Sus pulled himself out of the bed when her ticked voice rung within his ears. Sitting beside her he smiled lazily, but she didn't match his face. "What's wrong Chief?" He asked with a sincere concerned face. Her moon orbs bore into his auburn eyes seeking the truth from him. Sus took a hard swallowed, almost choking from the intense pressure. "Chief?"

"We're almost friends so I can trust you right?"

"Naturally." He replied leaning his head on her shoulder, vision locked on her disrupted face.

"Did you sleep with him?" She repeated herself, not sure what to accept. He didn't answer the first time. What else could she possibly believe? Her very attractive almost friend was sleeping with that guy, before they could have might have had something outside of the house. Marlowe and him were practically alike both have a strong magnetism for her, and losing to a man felt well demeaning.