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Ch 14. Adagio

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Dal scribbled furiously in his book, his forelock kept getting in his eye. Rick gasped, again, as turbulence shook the plane. Rick clutched Dal's arm and whined.

"Tell me again, why did we agree to this?" Rick glanced at the gray clouds outside of the window

"Huge crowds, overworked, just got out of the hospital, need rest, flaring marks, need I say more?" Dal barely looked up as he continued to scribble with his pencil in his composition book. Rick nodded.

"Right, right, I forgot."

The plane lurched again.

Dal and Rick had been ushered to a hotel near the airport, and had been given a simple room. Both had fallen asleep barely having time to do more than to curl up with each other.

This morning, they had been given a sketchy breakfast by room room service with a note of "See you in 15?"

They had hurried through the breakfast, and quickly made it to the car, finding Chas and William. Neither spoke much as the car wound quickly to the "Private Entrance" of the Airport. All four, plus Charles, the ever present attendant, were ushered on a private plane. Chas and William, apparently, had their own compartment.

Rick had given Dal an inquisitive look. Dal just shrugged. He had no more clue than the dalmatian. They had boarded and had been given their seats. Dal had asked for his notebook shortly before takeoff.

The plane was ostentatious to the extreme. Both were given hot towels, a more hearty breakfast, and anything they asked for.

Rick glanced over at Dal. The big equine was still going shirtless, the paw mark clearly visible on the broad chest and the other on his huge muscular back. The attendants gave him an odd look, and sometimes widened their eyes in what Rick thought was recognition.

The attendants would then smile down at him. He'd canine grin back. They'd move on.

Discretion is the better part of valor I guess, and if you're paying for it, you get it in spades.

"Dal, do you really intend to go shirtless?" Rick stared out the window.

"Yes."

Rick shucked his shirt off as well.

"What are you doing?" Dalten looked up. Rick balled up his shirt, and placed it on the tray next to him. An attendant quickly took it away. "The same thing. If you're that proud of that mark, and of what we went through, who am I to cover up your mark? Besides, I'm just as proud of it as you are."

His tail thumped against the seat. He stared at it. Traitor! I'm trying to be sincere not happy....

Dal grinned back, his huge equine teeth shining whitely.

The door to their cabin opened.

Chas stood there, impeccable as ever in his pin stripped suit. "Ah, I see you've been keeping busy Dal. Rick, is everything fine?"

The canine nodded.

Rick noted that Chas was eyeing him fully taking in his topless nature. Rick began to blush. Oh hell, well if Dal can put up with it, so can I.

"We're going to be landing soon, and I thought I'd give you at least some information as to where we were going...."

Dal put his pencil down and shook his forelock out of his eyes.

"Where?"

Chas grinned toothily. "A little place that used to be called Germany...."

**

The plane had landed. Rick and Dal found themselves ushered into a car, which drove quickly away, alone. Chas and William had "some business to take care of" and would be joining them later. Both of them were a little surprised. The trip hadn't taken long, but then again, with sub-space travel, they could have traveled anywhere in the world in a couple of hours. Dal stared out the window as the car sped onward.

A thick Forrest blanketed the hillside next to the road. It was late afternoon or early evening, but it still felt early. "Jet lag" they called it. He didn't like the sensation. Rick gently stroked the back of his hand.

"Dal, what are you thinking about?"

"I don't know really. Most of the last few days I've spent worrying about you, but now that I know you're ok, I don't know. My mind is almost blank. Usually it's full of thoughts, or at least one leading thought, but right now, I seem calm, and collected. It feels strange."

Rick nodded.

"Me too. I should feel worried about the attack and anxious over all the possible crowds back at home, and about what we're going to do for the future, but I can't seem to get worked up over it."

Dal stared at him.

Rick found himself lost in those chestnut eyes. He reached up and stroked the equine muzzle. "I just know, I'm glad to have you with me. I think something big happened, I don't know what, but I just know I couldn't live without you, or be without you. Does that sound strange?"

Dal closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. "No" he intoned deeply.

**

The car finally reached a pair of gates that opened slowly, letting the car inside the walled and thickly forested grounds. Dal stared wide-eyed at the huge cabin in front of them as they pulled up. It was as if it was taken out of some old painting and dropped here.

Rick and Dal got out of the car. The ever present personal attendant of Chas's unloaded a few bags from the car and took them inside. "If you need anything, just press 2 on the intercom. I'll be over there" the huge bear indicated a much smaller, but still quaint cabin a hundred yards off. Dal nodded, and the attendant left.

Rick padded up a set of steps to the deck, and opened the door. The interior of the cabin was spacious and nicely appointed. Rich woods covered every surface. A large table sat in one corner, enough to sear ten, and a very modern kitchen made up another part. To the left was a large living room and stone fireplace. Glancing up Rick could see a second floor loft with bedrooms and a staircase that emptied into the living room.

"Wow, I do have to say we're getting the Royal treatment." Dal whistled through his teeth. They spent the afternoon getting some clothes (new, packed by Chas) unpacked and settled in. There was a huge video screen in the corner. Dal sighed.

"I guess I better call back Frank." Rick nodded heading out the back door to check out the rest of the cabin.

Dal sat down on a chair in front of the screen and entered the contact information for Frank. He took a deep breath and hit send. It took a minute or so for the leonine features of his publisher to appear. Frank looked terrible. His mane was very scraggly, he wore bags under his eyes, and his shirt was rumpled.

"Dal....why? Why haven't you picked up the phone, or contacted me?" Dal shrugged. I'm still healing. So, what can I do for you?"

Frank was eying Dal's naked chest and mark obviously. "So you're going to go through with it huh?"

"What, my vow? Yes. This mark is far to precious to me."

Frank nodded.

"I quit."

"What!?" Dal worked his mouth a couple of times.

"I can't keep up Dal, you know that. Like I said, we're a classical music publishing firm, not some pop-idol fan club. Before you get too excited, we've already contacted another publisher. You know them by reputation, Havestrom and Company?"

Dal nodded.

"They're going to take over any public relations. We can still do printing for you on a small scale, but at this point we are so out of our league it would be a disservice to you to continue in this business relationship."

Silence descended. Dal calmed himself. "I see, and I think I can see your point. I just acted from the heart, not my head. I didn't really think through what the repercussions would be." Dal frowned. "You do understand I didn't do this on purpose though right?"

Frank nodded running his hand through his mane.

"Yes Dal, and that's why we're not suing your ass." Frank wore a weak smile. It had been a running joke for years between the two. Dal would submit a work with barely enough time for publishing, and Frank would threaten to sue.

Now the lion looked a little more cheerful.

"I've already forwarded the thirty-thousand or so e-mails and letters off to the other company, AND to your personal inbox. Good luck with that. I've also had to change our number, and our mailing address to stop the letters from piling up. Everything is being forwarded to them. I spent all day yesterday calling the rest of our clients and giving them our new contact information. You'll want to call the new company, if you're going to use them, they seemed quite eager, their representative is Marc, and his number is...."

Dal wrote down the information.

"Frank, thanks. And you know, I'll still be using you for private works, and you are still a friend." The lion nodded.

"I know Dalten, this is just beyond our ability. Good luck!"

The screen went black.

**

Rick had tentatively wandered around the cabin while Dal was on the video screen. He found the bathroom (the shower had five heads!), the sauna (next to the bathroom), and finally the huge outdoor deck with fire pit and hot-tub. Leave it to Chas. Nothing but first class.

A quick check indicated the hot-tub was already hot and ready to use. Rick shamelessly took the cover off, removed his pants, and eased himself in.

"Oh this is nice......"

The temperature was perfect.

Chas sure knows what he likes. This is pure heaven. I wonder if some day Dal and I can find a place like this for our own.

Rick heard the clopping beet of his lover's hooves as he found Rick lounging in the hot tub. The sun was just beginning to set.

"Care to join me?" Rick coyly asked.

Dal grinned, taking his jeans off. Rick would never tire of that cute dappled mark that ran down from the equine's abs to his sheath and lower. Dal lowered himself into the water and sighed. His mane dipped lightly into the water.

"Are you going to leave that long?" Rick asked stroking the mane. Dal nodded. "Yes. I think it looks good. I've even let my feathers grow."

"You're what now?" Rick looked confused. Dal chuckled. "Feathers, the hair on my wrists, and ankles. We Clydesdales are known for them. I've kept them shaved since I was young. Kids teased me at school. They've been out of style for years, but well" Dal proffered his arm. Rick could see the hair was slightly longer fur on his lover's wrist which was turning a lighter color as it grew.

"mmm...nice.... so going for a more feral look?"

Dal stretched, his muscles bunched unintentionally as he did so. Rick took the sight of his lover in.

"It just feels right for some reason. Why hide who we are?"

Rick nodded slipping his arm around the stallion's back, gently licking one of Dal's nipples. Dal sighed and nickered.

"Its been a while hasn't it?"

Rick nodded breathing in the sweet horse smell Dal was letting off. The equine was sweating a little in the hot water. Rick ran his hand up Dal's thigh and could already feel Dal lowering himself. Rick ran his fingers lightly along the thick length as it hardened. He turned his head up finding Dal was already bending down to meet his muzzle.

Their tongues meshed in a sweet kiss. Rick had missed this. They'd been so busy over the last few weeks that neither of them had really had a chance to let out some frustrations.

The kiss grew passionate. "You know what that does to me....." Dal whispered. Rick nodded. He could feel that Dal was rock hard. Rick looked over, a good portion of the equine member stood out of the water, gobs of pre were already pouring out.

"I hope this thing has good filters....." Rick chuckled. He quickly stood up, turning his back to Dal, surprising the poor stallion.

"Rick...what....?"

Dal had no time to recognize that Rick was lowering himself down Dal's thick length. Rick breathed out. Ohhhhh I missed this......

Dal nickered loudly.

"Ooooh....wow. Rick....."

The huge arms embraced him. Rick finally had Dal's full length buried inside of him, a thin sheen of sweat marked his coat. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being so full. He could feel Dal pump more pre into him, warming him inside as well.

"May we join you?"

Rick snapped his eyes open. Chas and William stood in front of the hot-tub wearing robes. Without waiting they both shed the robes and began to climb in. Rick had to admit the tiger had a stunning build, and William was built out of solid muscle. Their own soul marks stood out blackly on both of them. Rick couldn't help staring at the bull's testicles.

William just chuckled and shrugged. "I was born with them."

The water lapped higher on Rick's chest. He could hear and feel Dal's breath on the back of his neck deepen. Is he getting harder!?

Rick ground down a little and could hear Dal take a quick intake of breath.

He is! Such a bad horse.....

Rick wanted to laugh so badly.

**

"So ah, Chas! Thank you for your hospitality." Dal tried to control his breathing.

What was I thinking!? Of course they'd show up eventually! Dumb horse! Now what are you going to do?

"You are more than welcome. William and I have been wanting to get you two alone for a long while."

Dal sucked in his breath sharply. He could see the sweat on his lover's spotted back, the canine's muscles were tense, the horse-shoe shaped mark stood out clearly. It looked so sexy.

"You have?"

"Yes. Once I saw the concert, and the marks, I knew we would have more in common that I previously thought, so this worked out well."

Dal nodded. He felt Rick grind down on him.

Oh god.....

Dal was between a rock and a hard place. He had no where to go. He couldn't just stand up and excuse himself, he couldn't possibly bring up what he and Rick were doing, and the way Rick was acting, it was almost as if the canine was enjoying himself.

Rick laughed. "Well we certainly appreciate the hospitality, how long have you had this place?"

"Well..."

Dal let his mind go blank. He couldn't concentrate. His canine lover was giving him no chance. He could feel Rick shift and churn against him very lightly. Once or twice he found his hips would buck without his intention. He closed his mind and tried to focus on the conversation instead.

"....I said how are things with your publisher Dal?" Dal realized Chas was asking him a question. He opened his eyes and found the tiger was staring right at him.

"Oh, ah, well, I'm changing publishers. After that concert....ah.....they couldn't keep up." Chas nodded. "I'm going with Havestrom and Company."

Chas's eyes lit up. "Really? Don't they handle, well, pop stars and the like?"

Dal nodded taking a deep breath. It was so hard to concentrate with Rick impaled on him. "Yes, but they should be able to handle the media. Frank, at Metreon and Associates was insistent. I'll give Havestrom a trial period for now."

**

Rick could feel every inch of Dal's erection impaling him. He was proud he was being as quiet and as discrete as he was. Dal's going to have to cum, or we're never getting out of here.

Rick made small talk, and as he did so he leaned forward lightly and put his hands under the water. Dal easily let him forward, sliding his arms to rest along the sides of the hot tub.

Come on horsey, you know you want to....

Rick cupped one of Dal's testicles and squeezed gently. He knew his lover's likes and dislikes very well. If there was one thing Dal could absolutely not resist was having his huge balls played with while having Rick ride him to a finish.

Rick heard the quick intake of breath as Dal realized what was going on and involuntarily snorted.

"Um sorry....allergies...." Dal shook his mane.

Rick stared at Chas.

He knows what is going on, I can see it in his eyes.....

Rick realized the tiger's smirk was not from a joke or the conversation. It was getting to be plainly obvious that the conversation was very stilted and formal, but Chas was not about to leave. He had a very evil look in his eye. Rick caught a wink from the tiger.

"The hot water feels so good after a long day. I find a good soak here with William very relaxing, don't you Dal?"

"Yes, about thirty thousand messages so far." Dal answered.

Rick ground down hard, and worked the other testicle....

"Yes.....yes I thought so." Chas chuckled.

**

Dal's eyes crossed. He was loosing focus entirely. He could feel the load build in him. There was no denying it. He could never last with the ministrations from his lover on his cock and his balls at the same time. He snorted loudly as the first shot gunned deep into Rick.

Oh God.

Dal pretended to stretch and shoved his fist into his muzzle to simulate a yawn as he came hugely.

**

Rick felt the first shot, then felt Dal push into him as hard as the position would allow. He heard a huge nickering yawn from behind him. Chas smiled and gave a knowing look to William.

Shot after shot came deeply into Rick. He was feeling very pleased with himself and very full and warm inside. His own member was rock hard. The very thought of the amount of cum unleashing into him always made him cum hard. Rick soon found himself in the same situation as Dal and simulated his own yawn, being a little less obvious.

**

Chas grinned. As if I have no idea what they're doing, and as if I'd be mad about it. He gave William a knowing look. The bull only rolled his eyes. "So, since you two are so tired, we'll catch up in the morning."

Chas stood. He didn't even try to hide his own raging feline erection. William stood, and did the same. For a bull he was very well endowed, and was leaking precociously.

**

Rick stared at the two as they stood to excuse themselves. The sight must have also taken Dal by surprise. Chas dried his fur off, as did William, both of them donning their robes which did nothing to hide the pair's hardons. "Have a good evening gentlemen, your room is upstairs and on the left."

Rick let out a huge sigh as Chas opened the door to go back inside of the cabin.

"Oh and Dal!" Chas snapped. Dal opened his eyes and turned to the tiger.

"Uh....yes?"

Chas grinned hugely and winked.

"Don't worry, that thing has _very_good filters. Good night!"

**