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In his room and at the desktop the canine sat, his thick orange winter coat hung damp over his body. With his wet towel the only thing between him and bareness, he set his laptop on and punched in his cheesy 'jasperroberts95' password into the login screen. A few seconds passed as the machine hummed, loaded and analyzed the input. A flash of white, and his computer greeted him with the familiar ring of the Windows theme. He loved that.

It's been three days since Axel's sleep over and both of them had been a little busy with their daily conundrums. He was couped up with school while Axel with his never ending work. Jasper had returned home from his daily class earlier that day and had enjoyed a ridiculously long hot shower. Throughout the evening, he sometimes thought of the feline. The dog pitied his friend, realizing work would have sucked his fun side dry, making the canine's school shrivel in comparison. Office time and a minimum wage, stale coffee and redundant paperworks, all but appeasing to him.

Returning to the present, he hovered his mouse and clicked on the Google app. Nifty, he thought of his new Windows Blue. He typed on the keyboard the name Axel White. Last night's news shown a white Sabertooth tiger who had received some sort of an award from the million-dollar company that he worked for. It had seemed strange to Jasper, not hearing the good news directly from his growing friend. Then again, they had always sort of strained at conversations, as though their words would slice through pieces of arbitrary emotional defenses, set up almighty high in order not to hurt, or get hurt for that matter. However, though their current relationship is by all means an unusual one, they both had opened up to each other, divulging (hard kept) personal information in hopes to strengthen every bit of strand present in the strings of their friendship.

With water dripping from his head fur, he unraveled the towel from his waist, all the while not leaving his head from the laptop and swung the towel over his head, drying it with a drive equivalent to a blow drier. The now naked Labrador took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of the evening shower that now stuck onto his furry body. It was quite a warm Tuesday albeit the winter snow, which was covering each square inch of the earth. The cool outer air mixed nicely with the warm ambiance of his room. In his bare, his orange-blazed fur danced elegantly in the breeze, thus making him shudder at the ephemeral bliss of the winter's day. At the far side of the wall, his acoustic Morrison stood in its rest, gleaming from the evening sun. He smiled, looked at his guitar and wondered if that one friend of his would appreciate if a piece were to be dedicated to him. He liked the idea.

He returned to his computer, scrolled down a few moments on the web, putting his mind back to the matter at hand. Again he smiled. The computer had found some links concerning the name, and sure enough, the link of the news details were then clicked by the Labrador, hoping to know more about the recent success of his friend. He inched his head nearer to the screen, mumbling the words as he read them. A tuft of his head fur fell into his eyes, and he blew it to the side, getting a better vision of the pc screen.

"Sources identified and provided by Mr. Axel White had confirmed the alleged money laundering that had been manipulated and planned by the general manager -name to be kept confidential- of the eastern branch of the Schaffer's and Co Marketings. Mr. White claimed, based on his daily report write ups that there had been a 'subtle but suspicious deviations in the decimal's of the routine increase of the branch's weekly revenues.' Mr. White, whom at first had doubted his knowledge of such information was indeed fooled by the nonchalant courtesy of their GM.....

He had been awarded the employee of the year, to which had never been declared, particularly.....

The sum of the alleged laundering was estimated to rise to an exponential of 59 million dollars between the last two years.....

Mr. White said he was content to bring justice to such a crime, but nonetheless contempt towards the man whom he had known for years. 'I guess you just can't really know somebody too well' said a somber faced Mr. White.....

In other news......"

The silence of the room spoke to him, that or maybe his head, wrapping the information and weaving it around into a plausible manner. It wasn't the news that made him fell back into the rest of his chair, but that last sentence spoken by the sabertooth. Moreover, a profound meaning clung to the statement concerning his relationship with the feline. Again he was afraid of loss, afraid of not having even the slightest bit of control of their relationship, The words echoed in the corners of his head. He rationalized it, putting into frame of mind that when the sabertooth had said those words, it also meant the words were to encapsulate their friendship into a very restricted, defensive and doubtful relationship.

Then again, he may be a little paranoid. The last serious conversation he had had with the feline struck a nerve in the fragile confines of their hollow yet emotional bond. Again jasper reasoned, and maybe prayed that it was all in his head, that he was in fact paranoid, because that would be the lesser of two evils.

The canine felt the fur on his chest. It had dried. Pivoting back into real time, he figured he had sat entertaining his possible delusions for about 10 minutes or so, approximate to the time needed for his fur to dry off. He raised a paw into his temples, rubbing them in a pathetic attempt to ease his haphazard thoughts. I need a drink...

And so he drank. A bottle of light beer and a glass of wine, accompanied by the fingerstyle guitar tracks playing from his laptop. Now in a pair of fresh boxers, he figured on calling the sabertooth, invite him over for dinner and maybe talk stuff. The red wine in his glass swirl seductively, begging to be consumed. He downed it all in one gulp, still sober from the light beer.

"...Hey Axel?" He said through his Lumia. The phone buzzed some static, then the sound of breathing.

"Oh, Jasper, its just you. Whats up?"

The dog grinned stupidly, happy to hear the deep voice of the sabertooth. He trailed his fingers on his desk, just as he trailed his brain into forming the words for another invitation. "So, how's work? I heard a certain sabertooth got a raise."

"Do you really? So, I guess I'm famous?" he said. "And its not a raise, just a bonus, is all." Axel said.

"Nice... Anyway, it's still early, and I just thought I'd invite you over for dinner, I'm making Lasagna. Plus, I know it's your favorite." In a smooth manner Jasper managed to change the subject into dinner instead, avoiding the possibility of an unwanted conversation - probably an important one - over the phone. He praised himself, words and spontaneity his best honed skills. Additionally, since Italian food - especially Lasagna - took forever to prepare, it would provide ample time to twist a friendly chat into a more serious topic. He needed to know whether something is up, and this was his best chance of doing so.

"I guess it is still early. You know what? I'm in a good mood right now. Let's go out, my treat..." He said. "Ooh, Let's go ice skating. How about that? Beats Lasagna any day... By the way, it's not my favorite." His tone glee, resonating over Jasper's droning phone. "That raise - no - bonus of mine has really fatten my wallet, see. And I don't know where to throw it. How about you be my gold digger tonight." He teased.

The canine bit his lips, now not so proud of his words and spontaneity. He bade Lasagna goodbye, sighed and answered the feline on the other end of the line. "Umm, yeah. Lets do that instead." He said.

"How's 8? Would that be good?"

"Yeah, yeah. 8 sounds great." The canine masking a cheery, upbeat voice. Clearly the sabertooth bought it, practically screaming from his end of the line.

"Great! See you at 8, I'll pick you up then. Oh, remember to put on something nice, I got a surprise for you. See you." And to that he hung up, amplifying the silence present in jasper's room.

.....

The sun beginning to set into the horizon, together with the warmth. The room felt chilly once more, as if on cue to Jasper's failed attempts. The conversation left the dog wondering about the surprise. He thought of a nice bottle of wine, but that wouldn't explain why Axel had wanted him to dress up for the evening. Dinner at a fancy restaurant, perhaps? That would vindicate the need to dress. He nodded to himself, precarious to the evening planned out for him. He favored the feeling, a surprise fervor to his being. Plus it would be good to get out of the apartment other than to get to class.

He grinned, stretched and opened his wardrobe, scrutinizing every piece of clothing hung neat inside. The shirt that Axel had worn hung a the end of the wardrobe, from the night he had crashed over at the canine's. He took it out, held it to his nose and took a long sniff, savoring the mix between detergent smell and the sabertooth's scent. A mix between sweet aftershave and the cat's natural musk. His penis throbbed, pleading to get touched and caressed by the feline. His muse would be at his door tonight, causing him to feel a mixture of anxiety and excitement, both from the surprise and his endless need for reassurance. The canine put his arms akimbo, and made a decision for tonight's wear, together with his resolve to inquire of the ever-doubtful statement that had made news earlier on. A black shirt caught his eye and he took it out.

*******

He hung up his phone as their conversation ended. He could sense his friend's uneasiness from the fake tone he was using. That's so him, Axel thought. He was at the end of his shift, where coincidentally was already a celebration in itself. His boss had thrown a small surprise party to congratulate the sabertooth. There were cakes and lame generic party hats. There were drinking and some cake throwing. Since he was the center of attention, it also made him the center of target for the flying cake frenzy. Stain covered him, frosting painted his body equivalent to that of an orgy cum bath. Again he held up his phone.

"Hello?" After a few tries the other end responded with the prerequisite glee of a dining waiter. "Yes, I'd like a table for two, please. And make it the best table in. Make it a reservation under Mr. White. We'll be coming in at 8 tonight," Axel ordered.

"Yes, sir. It seems we do have a special table free for tonight. Would you like to preorder your drinks, Mr. White sir?" The waiter responded.

"That would be splendid. Make it a Bordeaux. And just in case, prepare a... Cabernet if you would."

"Both red?" He sounded puzzled. "Excellent preferences, sir. 8pm tonight for a Mr. White, table for two. We will be ready for your arrival, sir."

"Thank you." And to that he hung up the phone, content in making such classy booking. This was all new to him, and the feeling of not making a fool out of himself through the phone truly warmed him of his evening.

.....

He had taken a shower from the office facility. He was careful not to use too much shower foam in an effort to leave behind a trace of the his body's scent. He knew the canine would go crazy over it, so he tried his best to make tonight a very special night for them, and possibly send a message to Jasper saying he was ready to take their relationship to the next level. They were finally on the pace he had wished for, making tonight a particularly interesting night to spark off romance. He had gotten a raise, had spent a night together, had ironically saved the dog from near death, and was himself saved by the dog during the party. So far, a lot has happened between them in such a short time. Achievement unlocked, He thought.

.....

"And I will try... To fix you...." He hummed. The power driven, heart pumping yet simple solo by Johny Buckland resonated in his head. In the shower he headbanged to the beat, like a madman on ecstasy. The music still echoed in his head as he turned off the shower and dried himself. The scent of aftershave clouding his nostrils. He loved that. His built reflected in the changing room, packs shown from his stomach, not from exercise, but from years of healthy eating and moments of basketball. Sinews of muscle stretched across his forearm. His white fur reflected the lights, making him a walking beacon as though an angel descended from afar, gleaming in rays of light. He strutted with his towel slung over his shoulder, revealing his bare body, sheath and testicles. All tight from a long shower. He didn't mind being naked in public, justified by his body being beautiful. His vanity hung high in the air as the dominant male that he is. Certainly heads turned when he passed, either from sexual attraction or pure, primal jealousy.

He wore a hefty smile as the song in his head shifted to Demons, a personal favorite. He opened his locker and brought out a plastic covered suit, closely tailored and pressed. He decided to spoil himself with the bonus, and the suit was just the beginning. His seven hundred grand bonus lingered in his bank account, waiting for its owner to abuse it to his musing. The tie or the bow?

.....

The feline's black Polo TSI clicked in response as he unlocked it remotely. The snow had settled in, carving a beautiful night from the depths of a sub-heavy blizzard. As he walked in the parking lot, he stole a glance on his cheap Casio. 7:51pm. He had little time left to pick up Jasper and arrive at the restaurant before eight. With the ease of a ballerina, he slid inside his car, turned the engine and revved it, heating the system. A second later, he was off to the canine's place with the speed of a blazing racecar.

*****

Back at Jasper's place, things were according to plan. He had dressed up for the night and waited for the feline to come. He had worn an all black, long sleeved and a matching colored tie. Orangeness popping out from the ends of his clothing. He looked at the mirror and saw what he had wanted to see, a teen with a stable life. He'd played it safe all the way, and all the way he would prosper. A certain deviation came to mind when he thought about the feline, imagining him standing next to the Labrador. The dog wasn't the type to take things slow when it comes to relationships, even though he only had one before Axel. An Otter named Olie. Maybe his early relationship fell apart because of his eagerness, his rush to make things go quickly. Be that as it may, the bumpy road between him an the tiger would be a test of sorts. He reveled, thinking everything will be alright, always. A tuft of head fur fell and dangled in between his eyes. He blew it, but it came falling back. He smiled, maybe their relationship behaves like his head fur, coming into terms whenever they're at an impasse. Then the doorbell rang, snapping him out of his deep thoughts.

He was stunned, the tiger looked very handsome. His suit was well pressed, not too big nor too small. The color brings out the black spot under his right eye, black as an intentional ink blot, childish but adorable altogether. "Hello handsome. What I'd done to deserve such a handsome presence?" He teased.

"Hello Jasper, nice to see you too. Nice shirt by the way. Oh, here, take this." He brought out a small paper bag from behind him. The dog took it, excited. The tiger walked over and hugged his friend, missing him more then he had anticipated. Boy is he such a sight, he thought. The shirt hung half-loose over his slender frame, feminine-ish. Since he was bisexual, his friend here let him have the best of both. Realizing time is of the essence, he held the dog at arms length. "My bad. Let's not dally, reservations at 8, and we are extremely late. You ready?"

"Yes. Reservation, you say? My, are we going anywhere fancy?" the orange Labrador asked whilst being guided over to the tiger's car, hand in hand.

The sabertooth didn't respond, instead he paced them faster towards their car, unlocked it and opened the doors.

"Axel?"

"Oh, sorry bud. It's kind of my first time going into a fancy place. Just wanna set a good first impression is all. Who knows, maybe we'll be going there in the future." He said smiling. He slid in to the car, together with the canine.

"Right..." Jasper said. The future, he recalled. Butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "I suppose you're right." He fasten his seatbelt, as instructed by the tiger. "How fancy is this place that it's so crucial for the both of us to--"

"Deux. We got a table at the Pour Deux" He cut his friend, excited even.

Jasper's eyes widened at the name. "My... Really!? How? I thought the place was always full, and you need to book, like, 5 days in advance. God am I a lucky dog" He's grinning now, wide to its full extent, reveling at the notion of eating at the fanciest place in town.

"I don't know. Maybe we got lucky, I guess," he said. The car started and off they went.

He eyed the tiger carefully, smiled back and said "yeah, I guess we did."

In their heads, images of candle lights shimmered bright, illuminating their imaginarium. A romantic night out between two lovebirds, sharing of food and sweet lustful stares across them. The dog seemed to giggle, wagging his tail in response. Noticed by the driving tiger, he too can't help but grin, oblivious to any possible downfall that is bound to happen.