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Wolfie Steel.

Assassin/Bodyguard for hire.

Written by Vinnie Van Daz.

A/N: My continued thanks go to Linkin Doberman and kashito91, for agreeing to allow me to use their characters in my humble story.

The character of Linkin Doberman appears with the kind permission of the fur himself, LINKIN DOBERMAN, the character of Matt Bond appears with the kind permission of kashito91, please do not annoy them by using their characters without their permission, the same goes for the rest of the characters as they are owned by me and again should not be used without my permission.

WARNING!!!!

As this story contains references and scenes of a homosexual nature, if you are not old enough to read such literature in your country, then DON'T. If you are not old enough and read it anyway and get caught, I will deny all knowledge. With that warning given, to the rest of you I say ENJOY!

The following few chapters will be written as a day seen through the eyes of a specific character.

Chapter 15.

A Day In The Life, Linkin Doberman.

It is morning and I awake in the arms of a large gorgeous Wolf, it is Wolverine, Wolfie's brother. I think back to the day that I had picked Wolfie and Tony up from their honeymoon, the day that I feared that my life would be taken, not by kidnapper, nor by murderer, but by Wolfie. I had let it slip that whilst he had been on his honeymoon with Tony, I had bedded his brother, of course I realised as soon as it had been said that I had done something incredibly stupid, when what I should have done was give Wolfie and Tony time to rest.

Fortunately for me, Wolfie had just got extremely angry, made a few jibes about Tony staying with me, and then stormed off. Thankfully, we managed to talk things through a little later, in a calm and level headed manner, and I had even been given permission by Wolfie to pursue my relationship with Wolverine.

I raise my head and shake the thoughts from it, I slowly get out of my bed so as not to wake the huge black furred Wolf from his obvious pleasant slumber, I slip into my dressing gown and head down to the kitchen to hopefully get something to eat and drink. I am extremely warm and very thirsty, though being a Doberman, I am by species short furred, but sleeping in the arms of a huge, long furred Wolf, will increase one's body temperature rapidly, even on the coldest of days.

I enter the kitchen and I'm greeted as ever by my loyal housekeeper and Reverend, Todd Styles. Mr Styles is looking at me with a small smirk on his muzzle, then he speaks.

"One Old English fry up, plus a cool and refreshing glass of ice water coming up sir".

I really must review what I pay Mr Styles, because it clearly is not enough.

"Ah Mr Styles, as always you have your well turned paw on the pulse, it constantly amazes me that you always know what I desire".

The Fox now prepares my breakfast, and I sit at the kitchen table. Suddenly I hear a huge thud, then moments later, a huge black furred bleary eyed Wolf makes his entrance.

"Damn Linkin, I wish you wouldn't do that, just up and leave me without so much as a by your leave, though I suppose I could just call you the Missing Link".

"Wolverine, please, no more bad jokes, I get enough of that from your brother and Tony, now take a seat and join me in having some of this wonderful chow".

Mr Styles prepares another plateful of breakfast for the large Wolf, the plate has barely landed on the table surface, before Wolverine is tucking into his breakfast with gusto. I love these two Wolves with all my heart, but man, their table manners leave a lot to be desired, mind you though, I suppose when you are built like an express train, and just as lethal, table manners are the last thing that anyone is thinking about.

I'm about half way through my breakfast, of course, Wolverine has already finished his, and ended with his usual flourish, one huge Wolf belch. I raise my eyes to the ceiling in dismay, which forces an embarrassed smile onto Wolverine's muzzle, I am a well healed Argentinian Doberman, I take my time over my food, and most certainly would not be so coarse as to belch. "BELCH", okay maybe I'm not so well healed after all.

I can hear Wolfie and Tony doing their morning jog to the main house, I like to call this, the arrival of the dawn patrol, and from the happy sounds emanating from both furs, I'm guessing that they both had an extremely good night, hell, if I weren't with Wolverine, I probably would have had fun with either Wolfie or Tony, but hey, I digress. The outer kitchen door flies open and two bouncing furs enter the kitchen, Wolfie is the first to speak.

"Morning boss, what no playing Bakehoven on the piano today?"

Senior Doberman raises his eyes to the ceiling and speaks, "That's Beethoven, you philistine, so, why are you two so damn chipper this morning?, oh wait, please I'm not sure that my stomach can take what I think I'm about to hear, so soon after I've eaten my breakfast".

Tony can not hide his smirk any longer, and speaks, "Suffice to say sir, that last night, was probably one of the best nights of our married life, if not the best!!!".

I hold my head in my paws, at the sickening happiness of the two furs, though of course, I can not complain about my own endeavours from the previous night, the thought of which brings a dry smirk to my muzzle, Wolverine is ready to back me up and I know that he's about to fight fire with fire.

"So Link, are we still a little sore from last nights fun and games?!!".

"Good one Wooly, way to fire a shot across Wolfie and Tony's bows", a thought pops into my head, since when did Wolverine and I start using pet names?.

Right, 0930, time to see how Dobersoft is performing today, mmmm, shares are up, seems that our little incident with Microsoft, has done us some good after all, okay let's check into my diary for the day.

1000 hrs. Take brunch with new PA, guess I should get those three hounds ready for action.

"Wolfie, I would like you and Tony to bring young Matt to the house, we are going out for brunch and I need my best bodyguards and driver".

1000 hrs. The Ritz Hotel, London. Furs present, Matt Bond, Wolfie Steel, Tony Steel, Wolverine Steel, and of course me, Linkin Doberman.

"Now then Matt, welcome to your induction into the hi tech world that is The Dobersoft Corporation, there is no need for formal introductions, as you already know everyone here. This is just an informal brunch to try and ease whatever nerves you may have with joining such a huge company, and also for me to answer any and all questions that you may have. I have already given you the overview of your role within the Dobersoft Corporation, but I will just clarify a few points for you, you will liaise with the management at the various Dobersoft sites around the world, you will also liaise with my new head bodyguard, Wolfie and his team which will include Tony my driver. Now Matt let me be totally clear on this, you will take no crap from anybody, not Wolfie, not Tony, not my Vice President. You will answer directly to me. I expect to gain excellent results from The Dobersoft Corporation as a whole, you will monitor each site, if you see a site that is not reaching the expected standard, you will investigate any causes, you will then report your findings directly to me. Once we are finished here, we will head home, and you will do some checking up on our London site, with my help of course, I will not throw you straight into the Deep End, without first giving you training, I will not feed you to the Wolves! ......... at least not just yet".

Midday and we leave The Ritz Hotel, it is a lovely day outside, if a little cold, we walk back to the waiting limo, where Tony is waiting to open the doors for us.

We head home, once back home, we all head into the main house, I've asked Matt and Wolfie to join me in the living room.

"Wolfie, you have proven your loyalty to me on numerous occasions, I am so impressed with your devotion to duty, that I have decided to make you my head bodyguard and also head of security, your new remit will be to check the security arrangements with regard to my homes, and as for my Private Yacht, those lack lustre Equines aboard Linkin's Pride, if they want to keep their jobs, I want them retrained and put to the test on a regular basis, I do, however foresee a problem with your appointment, perhaps that should be two problems, i.e. Tony and Wolverine, I hope that your loyalty to them is not going to clash with your loyalty to me".

"Sir, my time working as Van Daz's bodyguard, enabled me to learn that I can be loyal to more than just one fur and to differentiate between my work and home life, when I'm at work, you have my full loyalty, when I'm at home relaxing then I will spread my loyalty evenly between Tony and Wolverine. I thank you for giving me this chance, I will not let you down".

1300 hrs. Ah, the smell of something gorgeous being prepared in the kitchen, that tells me one thing and one thing only, it's lunch time, and if my highly trained sense of smell hasn't let me down, I would say that Mr Styles was preparing a steak lunch. It would be a crime to be late for such a delicious smelling lunch, so I guess I better head to the kitchen.

1400 hrs. Matt and I are in my study, beginning to work on the task of checking up on the London office.

2000 hrs. I think I will relax at my grand piano, and play a little Beethoven to while away a couple of hours before I return to my bed, oops, slip of my Doberman tongue, that should be our bed. The gods were certainly looking down on me when they gave me not one, but two extremely hot and useful Wolves.

2200 hrs. And I'm back where I started, deep in the gorgeous paws of Wolverine, I wonder if he will take advantage of me tonight?, well hope springs eternal!!!!