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I am in NO WAY asserting any kind of ownership over the works of Rukis, whether from her comics (_ Cruelty _, _ Unconditional _, _ Partners _) or otherwise. I do not own the characters of Reis , Marcus , Karma , Massak , Tobias , or Officer Liam Richards (or any others not mentioned herein). This is purely a work of fan-fiction, and I've crossed her characters with the paths of mine. If you haven't already (and you probably should if you want to understand where this fanfic picks up from) please check out Rukis's spectacular works of fiction and art on her blog on FurAffinity

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Chapter One: The Stranger

Marcus parted his lips from Reis's as he moved his head back to look at him. Really look at him. Reis's lips came back together and he lightly widened them, sporting another one of his big innocent smiles. Marcus looked into his eyes, his beautiful deep blue eyes, hovering over him like a blanket of security. Marcus ran his paw against Reis's fur and up behind his ears. It had been so long, Marcus thought, since he'd been able to stare into Reis's eyes, feel his fur pass through his fingers, and touch his lips with the end of his muzzle. It had been too long since he felt the overwhelming sense of refuge Reis had always brought him (even long before they were a couple). And it made him wonder how he ever got by the past eight months.

The past week had been the happiest for both of them in the longest time: probably in the last two years. Marcus loved the routine. No more working his ass off all day either at school, or at FERAL, only to come back to an empty apartment. Now the hours at the end of the day were the most prized. Right when the summer evening settled, the orange sunlight peering through the windows of the house, Reis would come through the door decked in his uniform, and Marcus would be there to relieve him of a hard day's work (and the constraining uniform). It only made Marcus feel more gratified knowing that this system could last a whole year. Plus, it was even more satisfying to have two new friends: Karma and Massak; especially since Karma seemed like the right person to have Reis's back at work where Marcus couldn't.

Now once again, Reis stood in front of him on the pouch of his house, the light of the setting sun illuminated him from behind. Marcus may have hated Mayfield, but his lifestyle had never been better. Life was good.

The two of them stood in the doorway for what seemed like hours. Marcus gently rested on Reis's chest as Reis laid his head on Marcus's. Finally, Reis stirred, lightly pulling Marcus upward towards him, causing the little fennec to look up and see Reis grinning naughtily. This always made Marcus's blood run faster through his veins: it was that feeling he attributed to his fennec nature. He smiled back, raising his right eyebrow higher than his left before sinking his face deeper into Reis's chest as Reis carried him through the door. Marcus enthusiastically submitted himself to wherever his lover wished to take him. But before the two could pass through the door, Reis pressed his lips against Marcus's, squeezing him tighter as if he were trying to bend Marcus into a ninety-degree angle (which wouldn't be hard considering Reis's vastly disproportionate body mass). Still, Marcus could react in the only way he would have wanted to: pulling Reis's muzzle toward him as he took in his wolf's mouth.

"Ouch!" yelped Marcus as he quickly snapping his head backwards. Reis's face sank, "I am sorry. Did I bite you?"

"Sure did." Marcus rubbed his lower lip as it drew a small drop of blood. Reis set Marcus on the floor.

"But don't worry about it, hon," said Marcus, but he could see that Reis still felt bad. So he nipped Reis's neck without warning.

"Hey, that's not fair."

Marcus laughed. "After like three years you're still eager."

"You still think it's cute?" Reis was finally smiling again.

Marcus raises his eyebrows. "Seriously? You gotta ask me that?"

Then Marcus pushed his muzzle against Reis's in full force, this time moving him backward and out into the daylight. They almost tripped over the doormat as they clutched each for dear life, sinking their lips and tongues into each others muzzles.

Finally, Marcus forced himself away.

"What's wrong, babe?" asked Reis.

"Absolutely nothing..." Marcus gasped for breath. "It's just that...that's the longest...the hardest you've ever kissed me in broad daylight."

"You deserve it, Marc."

Marcus ran his hand down Reis's torso, smiling as he said: "And I think you deserve what's coming to you next. But don't worry...I'm not about to ask you to make such bold a statement in broad daylight. Not yet anyway."

With that, Reis's wide grin returned to his face. He put his arm over Marcus and the two charged through the door and slammed it behind them. Reis pressed Marcus against the wall, trying to kiss him with even more pressure than before, running his paw up Marcus' shirt, lifting it up...

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Fuck!"

"Who is that?"

Reis sighed, "I forgot...dammit... he's come back today."

"Who?"

"A friend of mine. He's been out of town and I forgot to tell him you've been here. Don't worry. I'm sure he'll understand. It'll only take a minute."

Reis gently released Marcus from his grip and walked over to the door. Marcus could feel his blood burn against his skin as his wolf departed.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"I'm coming!"

Reis opened the door. Standing on the porch was a tall grey dog with a wine bottle in paw.

"Hey Reis," said the dog with what sounded like some kind of southern twang, perhaps Cajun, as he stepped into the house without reservation. "My brother's harvest for this year just came in. Thought we'd treat ourselves to a..." the dog stopped in his tracks as he almost ran right into Marcus. "Sorry there, man, he turned ton Reis. "Didn't know you were expecting company, Reis." Reis quickly stepped up and put his paw on the shoulder of the mysterious canine.

"An unexpected surprise," said Reis, "Best one I've ever had. This is Marcus. He got here last week."

The grey dog looked at Marcus. With the amount of time he had been in the house, and now at a closer distance, Marcus could make out more of this stranger's details. His fur was grey, but the fur on his muzzle was a lot lighter than the fur on his upper head, down his back, and on his tail. His eye lids were slightly curved and housed dark, earthly brown eyes. Marcus could tell that he was definitely part German Sheppard, mixed with some kind of Asian breed--probably a Japanese Akita. A Shepkita. He was very well built, probably as well as Reis though he stood about half a foot shorter than Reis. He also postured himself in a way that suggested a military background. The entire time he had been in the house, he was grinning, sporting white, razor sharp teeth.

"So this is the famous Marcus. The name's Joji. Joji Barken." The grey canine stretched out his paw, to which Marcus complied with a shake. "Reis's told me all about you. Welcome home."

"Thanks," said Marcus, hiding his judgments with a blank face. "Nice to meet you."

"Joji's been helping me fix up the place," said Reis. "He's also the county Sheriff,"

This made Marcus' ears twitch up along with his eyebrows. "You're kinda young for a Sheriff."

Joji laughed. "And ain't you kinda reserved for a fennec?" This made Marcus frown.

"Anyway," said Joji, settling his laughter and looking back at Reis. "I take that you want to put your deck on a rain check? I won't keep ya." As Joji started back towards the open front door, he presented the wine bottle to Reis. "Here, on me for the occasion."

"Joji, I-"

"Hey, take it. It's yours. I got plenty more back home. My brother always sends me a year's supply. Oh, and there's something else I gotta tell you."

This time Reis's ears perked. "What?"

"I talked to Karma and I told him that his new partner is gonna have to be Ronnie."

"Oh," said Reis in a reserved sigh. Marcus could feel a numbness pulse through his body.

"Because you're gonna be mine," said Joji patting Reis on the shoulder, "starting Monday."

Reis looked up in surprise, which seemed to only enlighten Joji. "If that's alright with you Reis."

"I'm honored," said Reis. "But you're the Sheriff. I'm not even a full officer yet."

"Why learn from anyone other than the best?"

Reis smiled back. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Joji nodded to Marcus. "Nice to have finally met you."

"And you," said Marcus, still a little irritated by the fennec remark.

Just as Joji was half way out the door, he spun around instantly. "Hey, how about you two come over to my place tonight and I'll cook ya'll dinner."

Reis hesitated. "I won't wanna make you..."

"Always so polite!" exclaimed Joji as he patted the back of his paw against Reis's abs. "Don't ya just love this kid?" Then Joji glanced at Marcus. "Well, I guess I don't have to ask you that."

Before Marc could respond, Joji was already stepping out the door.

"See ya'll lovebirds round six then," sounded Joji as he shut the door behind him.

Marcus looked at Reis dumbfounded. "You told him?"

"I try not to keep secrets from...uh Marcus..."

"Dammit Reis, do I have to carry you to the bedroom?"