Midnight Sombres
#2 of Moonlight Sonata
Okay, so I got bored and wanted to write a sequel to "Moonlight Sonata". Couldn't leave it where it was, so I thought, what the hey, I'll do it. So here it is.
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"Midnight Sombres" by Ditsiline McCloud
The day went by like any other, except I had some new company. Warren really knew how to treat a boy. We went around the stores picking out stuff, and whenever I said I'd pay, he'd grab the stuff I wanted and put it on his own card. I felt bad for having him spend so much on me, but I also felt joy, because I liked being spoiled.
Every so often, Warren would look at me and ask me if I was okay. I thought I was, so I said so. But I also felt a bit annoyed still. He was nice, but I felt a bit stubborn and didn't want to let the feeling of anger go. I tried to shrug off the feeling after a while, but it was as if I had something inside me which thought he was the worst choice of person to be with at that point. A tall, dark wolf was definitely something desirable in my books, but there was something about him I couldn't put my finger on.
When it came to around 5, I decided to go home, since I wanted to see my parents. Warren nodded and dropped me off. I still didn't understand how he knew where I lived, but I thought it best not to question it, he'd probably come out with some strange excuse to cover for himself. I told him I had a good time and said that we'd do it again sometime, just to be polite. He nodded and drove off. I turned and saw Konnor walking down my driveway, with a worried look on his face. "Dude, we need to talk."
The talk did not go well. In fact, it went horribly.
"What?! How could you?"
I felt bad when I spoke about what we did last night, but I shook my head whenever he spoke to me. "I don't know, all right? I felt a spark, and was mesmerized whenever I looked into his eyes... I don't know what to say..." Konnor looked at me and sighed.
"Dude, I... urgh..." I noticed he was fighting back tears. It was one of those expressions where you know what's going to happen, and everybody (who isn't completely sadistic) would do the same thing. I held him close and patted his back, to which he immediately clung to me and wept.
"What's wrong, dude?" I had no idea why he was weeping on me, and felt helpless just trying to comfort him. He let out muffled, broken words through my top, and whatever wasn't blocked by the top was made unclear through his crying. I walked with him to my bedroom and laid with him, letting him get all of his grief out. After a while, he ran out of tears and just laid next to me with a sorrowful expression, as if his family had just died an hour ago in a freak accident. He looked up at me with sparkly eyes and and sniffed.
"I thought you weren't like that..." he croaked. I didn't understand.
"I thought you would wait, and I thought I had a chance..." My eyes widened. I held him tightly.
"You... I... Bu..." No words could come out of my mouth that made sense. I didn't believe my thoughts. I didn't realize that one of my childhood buddies was into me. I almost refused to believe it. I felt like crying, until he spoke to me.
"Bud? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Do you trust me?"
I nodded. He then pulled us both upward on the bed and leaned in to kiss me. I felt surprised at first, but then I decided to let him do what he pleased. He was my best friend, and if this would make him feel better, I felt it would be worth it. He put a hand down to lift up my top and rub my chest softly. I let out a purr, knowing where this was going, but playing the innocent submissive to keep myself from spoiling the moment. He smiled at me, and leaned in to my ear, whispering while holding my waist, grinding against me. He let out those three words.
"I love you."
I stayed silent. My mind got hazy, and I couldn't say anything, for fear of lying. He leaned back and looked at me in disbelief, as if I had done something wrong. I blushed and looked away. "I'm sorry..." I knew what he was thinking. I hadn't done anything wrong, I just hadn't done anything right either. He grabbed me by the shoulders, almost forcing me to look into his sparkly labrador eyes. "Why won't you say it? Please...?" I sniffed, feeling tears building up. I knew why.
"I'm not sure how I feel. I don't know what love is, dude... I'm sorry..." He nodded and got off the bed, giving a brief 'goodbye' before leaving. I felt horrible, and felt the only thing I could do was curl up and cry. I didn't leave my room that night at all.
The next day was awful. Konnor avoided me all day. I tried contacting him, but no response. I tried talking to some of his friends, but they all told me they weren't gonna talk to me, until I spoke to his sister, Jenna.
"Yeah, he's been a total mope since yesterday. I know why, though, so I don't need the backstory. I've been trying to tell him to call you, but he said it would've been 'too awkward'."
I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose my best friend, especially over something like this. Jenna and I sat talking in a booth in the local coffee shop, trying to work out a way to get Konnor to talk to me again. At that point, inconveniently, Warren showed up. It didn't take him long to invite himself into the booth and sit next to me as if we were soulmates. Jenna asked who he was.
"This is Warren, the reason for our predicament." She nodded, seeing the sense in what was going on. Warren gave her an up-nod as if he had't done anything wrong. I could see Jenna wanted to say something to him, but was trying hard not to. Warren ordered himself a drink and began chatting away to us as if we were best of friends, every so often giving me a one-armed hug and a nuzzle, which I would try to escape from. Jennna said, after not too long, that she had to go. Once she had left, Warren rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"What a bitch."
I turned in shock at what he said. "Excuse me?"
He turned slightly to me and nodded. "She was, though. She kept looking at me like I was a freak or something. She should learn to tone it down a notch. I didn't say anything, because I wanted to be polite, but-"
I erupted. "YOU'RE the reason she was being like that. It's because of YOU that my best friend hates me and his sister hates you! You are so superficial! You make yourself out to be desirable, but really, all you are is a foundation for disaster!" I got out of the booth and stormed off, only to have him wrap his arms around me when I got outside.
"You're so cute when you're angry... Let's go back, my cute little mate~" I snarled at him, feeling all the bile and pus of my emotions rise up in me. I tried to fight him off, but his grip was so tight that I felt powerless against him, which only fuelled my anger more. I turned my head to him, and glared as hard as I could.
"I. Am. Not. Your. Mate." I growled out through gritted teeth. He sighed and picked me up, shaking his head with a cocky smile. "If we weren't mates, then why did you give yourself to me so easily?" This angered me, not only because of his tone, but because I honestly didn't know why I gave in so easy. Maybe it was because he was a senior, so that sparked an innocent crush, but to go that far... My mind refused to tell me.
He drove us both to his house, despite my constant attempts at persuading him to let me go home. Before we got out he turned to me and frowned. I meeped, mostly because he looked quite scary when he looked even a bit miffed. He leaned in to me and shook his head. "You know, you weren't the only one who lost something that night." He prodded my chest. "I saved myself for my mate. I could see in you something I wanted, and now I'm trying to make an effort to keep this together. You may think it's nothing, but to us canines, this means everything."
That sparked an idea in my head, one which could help me learn what Konnor was going through. I sighed and acted out, continuing my stubborn-ness for the sake of getting my best friend back. "Well, excuse me for not being a canine, how am I supposed to know what no one tells me?" I slunk in the passenger's seat and folded my arms crossly. Warren nodded and sighed. "Yeah, I guess I could've explained it better. Come on, let's go inside and talk about it."
We talked at length about being mates. He told me how much it meant to a canine, and I couldn't help but feel sympathy for both Konnor and Warren. He explained that this was the reason that the whole 'claiming' part of having sex with a canine came to be in comics. Very few are whores without mating first and losing their mate. I sighed and rested my head on the dining room table. He sipped some cocoa and sat back in his chair. I lifted my head and nodded. I needed time to think, but he wasn't going to give me that time. He expected me to now understand and just stick with it. As much as it pained me to admit, Warren was nice, and knew my spots. I looked at him. "So how did you know all my details before I knew you existed?"
"Your mom and my mom used to be good friends, and I remember you when you were young. You wouldn't remember me, but your parents do, so they didn't mind you staying at mine that night." I sat back, slightly shocked at the fact that he already knew me and came clean so easily. I sat forward, as if I wanted to ask a question, but none came to mind. Warren got up out of his seat and walked round to stand behind me, then wrapped his arms around me. "I know it's a kind of guilt trip, but my dad was just admitted to a criminal institute for taking and dealing drugs. It'd mean a lot if you stayed with me." I could tell that he was telling the truth. I had heard about it on the radio in class one day, and that made me feel even more sorry for him. Before I could answer him, my cell phone rang. It was Konnor.
"Dude, I feel really bad about hurting you, and I know you were just being honest. I shouldn't have reacted that way, and if he-"
"I understand, Konnor. Let's meet up tomorrow, twelve at the coffee shop?"
"Sure thing dude. See you then."
He then hung up. I put down my cell phone and was then pulled into a kiss by Warren. I felt like I was betraying Konnor, but it wasn't betrayal if we were never together, right?
Warren picked me up and carried me to his room, opening and closing it with the ease of using one hind paw. He laid me down and smiled at me gently, rthen leaned forward and gave my nose a nuzzle.
"It's cute when you try to play the part, but now I'll ask you. Would you be my mate for tonight, then decide whether you want to be my mate for life or not?" I contemplated his question, and sighed, reluctantly agreeing to his proposition. He smiled, a genuinely happy smile. His tail wagged, and I couldn't help but smile. Was he really meant to be my mate, or was I just not thinking it over enough? My mind went back to thinking about Konnor. I think it must've been obvious, because Warren then lifted me up into a hug. It felt warm, cozy, secure. I purred involuntarily, and felt myself hugging him back. He nuzzled my forehead and smiled. "I know you're worried about your friend, but he said he understood, didn't he?" I nodded, but he knew what I was thinking, and reached down to lift my chin and kiss me. "All right, pet. We'll wait until we mate again until we're sure he's actually okay with it." My heart swelled and I hugged into him tightly. I couldn't believe that he could only listen when I didn't say anything, but in a way, I preferred it over believing what I said. He handed me my cell phone and smiled. "I think you should call your folks, let them know you're staying here." I did so, not even thinking about the fact that I left my phone in the dining room, nor questioning what he was doing with it.
The next day with Konnor was bizarre. He acted like he usually did, but kept glancing behind us every so often. I assumed he was looking for Warren. I felt tempted to tell him that if he wasn't okay with us, that I wouldn't do it. But I held that comment back, for fear of seeming accusing, and in case he would just deny it. I felt uncomfortable with him constantly checking behind us, but held my tongue in the meantime. He took us into the back corner of the coffee shop and sat down, looking like he wanted to tell me something private. I sat opposite him, waiting patiently for him to speak.
"I wanted to ask, what do you see in that jerk? I mean, really?" I sighed and shrugged. I thought I could put my finger on it a while back, but whe questioned, I felt like all the reasons were gone, just the feeling. Maybe it was the fact he gave me cute nicknames, or the fact that he liked me even after we had sex? I shook my head in disbelief. I felt like my head was going to do this for a while, whenever someone brought up this subject. Konnor frowned at me, looking really focussed, then sighed and sat back. "It's not that I'm not okay with it, it's just I don't even know this guy, which pisses me off. I don't know whether I could trust him or not."
We sat and talked about the possibility of Warren and Konnor meeting up and becoming friends. I thought that might help things get a bit less tense between the three of us, and I'd be able to try having a mate without fear or shame. I was wrong.
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I know there wasn't much yiffing in this, but I feel I'm on to something with a decent storyline here... Thoughts? :3