Responsibilities

By DeviantAmp

Part 3
	Christian felt guilty as he agreed to bear's claims. The heavy feeling that he had in his gut felt ten times worse as he watched the bear pull down his boxers to expose himself to the fox. He had never let someone copy off of him when he did tests and Christian was strongly against the idea of cheating, but he knew that this was going to be the only opportunity coming to him at the time. Christian knew that none of the other open homosexuals were never going to go for someone like him and that the bear's offer was too good to pass up now.
	Though his fantasy was not playing out the way that he imagined it to, the bear's sheath was just as he imagined in would be. Just from the bear's sheath, Christian could tell that the ursine was a bit thicker than the average boy's. The tip of the bear's black colored tip was poking out of his sheath, taunting the fox as if to say that Trevor knew the fox would choose the 'right' answer. There was even a little bit of precum dripping down the side of his length and slowly sliding down the side of his shaft to his furred sheath.
	Christian had never done anything sexual with another person before, but he had seen enough porn in his life to know what he should do. He slid down to his stomach on the couch and brought his muzzle right up next to Trevor's groin. The bear's scent was thick and heavy, almost pressing like a veil against the fox's face as he got close to his genitals. The smell was almost too much for Christian's nose to handle, but he still managed to get close enough to close his eyes and stick his tongue out far enough to reach Trevor's length and scoop up the pre on his shaft.
	“Fuck yeah. I knew you'd agree for some cock. You guys always do.” Trevor said, leaning back and giving Christian enough room to play around with.
	Christian was too occupied to feel anything from that last comment. The taste of the pre was like nothing else that he had ever had in his entire life. He had only tasted his own cum before, but he had never imagined it to be the way that it was when he licked it from another person. Not just the taste, but the feelings that came along with it. The feeling of it inside of his muzzle filling his mind with pleasure as well as a sting of guiltiness in the back of his mind. He opened his eyes to see exactly what he had just done.
	The bear's shaft had grown a little bit from the attention. Instead of it just being the tip poking out of his sheath, about half of it was now exposed. Trevor's cock jumped up and down, pushing out beads of pre for each time that it pulled up. Christian could not help himself as he leaned up a bit and gave another lick, this time starting from the tip of his sheath and working all the way up to the tip of his shaft. Instinct started to take over as he reached the tip and wrapped his lips around the wide girth of the bear's cock.
	“Hey!” Trevor said, reaching a paw down and grabbing hold of Christian's right ear. He gave it a little twist to get the fox's attention. “If I feel any teeth, I'm going to give you a smack. Got it?”
	Christian looked up at the bear, nodding as much as he could with the bear's penis inside of his muzzle. He knew that it happened sometimes, but he knew that he could definitely do better than that. The fox slowly slid his muzzle down the cock, running his tongue up against it as he went down on it. His tongue slid up and down the shaft, sliding back and forth and up and down against it as it tried to discover every centimeter of the flesh. The taste of Trevor's cock was similar to the taste of his cum, but the feelings felt so much stronger.
	In Christian's excitement, he brought his paw down to his own crotch and began to rub himself through his pants before grabbing hold of his zipper. Though it was difficult, he managed to grab hold of his zipper and pull it down and unbuttoning while still playing with the cock in his muzzle with his tongue. He grabbed hold of his pants and pulled them down enough to free himself of the restraints. His own cock was rock hard and at its full length of seven inches. He bucked his hips into the couch, unable to control himself with so much going on in his head.
	He knew that he would not be able to get away with just playing with his tongue on the bear's cock, and he wanted to do more at this point anyways. He pulled his muzzle back, keeping his lips tightly sealed against the bear's girth. He felt it drag against his lips as he pulled back until only the very tip of the cock was still inside of his muzzle. Trevor seemed to like that part a lot, giving off of a loud moan and digging his claws into the couch with one paw, while his other paw grabbed tightly against Christian's ear. Christian pushed back down quickly, getting a bit too excited in his own lust.
	“Ow, fuck, faggot!” Trevor shouted as he felt the fox's tooth slide up against his length.
	Without much hesitation, Trevor lived up to his promise and pulled his paw back off of Christian's ear before slamming it up right against the fox's head. Christian's ear stung as the bear's paw hit straight at it and scrunched it up awkwardly against his own head. Christian stopped sucking and gave off a yelp in pain, not expecting Trevor to actually hit him if he did mess up. The side of his head and his ear felt like they were on fire and a tear ran down his muzzle, though he dare not say anything to the bear in case he had another hit in store for him.
	“Don't hit him!” Eric shouted as he rushed into the room, still wearing nothing but his boxers.
	“The fuck, kid?” Trevor shouted, grabbing hold of Christian's long flopping ears and yanking him up off of his dick. Christian yiped loudly, his brusied ear hurting much worse than it did earlier as it was jerked upward.
	“Stop hurting him!” Eric yelled again, this time though, he backed up his bark by extending his claws and bearing his fang at the bear.
	“Calm the fuck down, kid. He's fine.” Trevor said as he pushed Christian back far enough so that he could stuff his receding shaft back inside of his pants.
	Christian was not doing that well though. He felt sick at this point, and it was not just from getting caught by Eric that made him feel weird. He knew that if Eric had not shown up, he would have went straight back to sucking on the bear's dick as though nothing had happened. He had not realized how desperate he was just to have sex with someone. Christian pulled up away from the bear, grabbing hold of his swollen ear and rubbing it a bit to help with the pain.
	“You hurt him, you jerk. Leave!” Eric said, raising his arms at the bear and stretching himself as far as he could go.
	Despite the cub being only two thirds of the bear's height at full height, he did look slightly intimidating. His paws were raised up just slightly over his own head and his claws were pushed out as far as they could go. Even though the claws looked like they had been well taken care of and slightly blunted to keep them decent looking, they still looked like they could at least leave a nasty scratch. His fangs were the things that could really do some damage though. The long row of sharp teeth, along with the two canines on each side would leave more damage than what a band-aid and a kiss could fix.
	“Don't you tell me what to do, you little shit. Back the fuck up, or I'll teach you a lesson like your fag friend. And that was me being nice.” Trevor said, pointing to the fox's ear and then at the cub.
	Eric did not even wait for the bear to finish his sentence before lunging at him with his muzzle. Just as the bear went to point at him, Eric's small, but vicious muzzle latched onto the bear's paw and dug deep into it. Trevor let out a loud yell, trying to pull his arm back away from the wolf, but only making the situation worse. He could feel his skin being penetrated by the two large fangs of the wolf. Trevor grabbed hold of the wolf's muzzle, wrapping his fingers around the wolf's lips and pulling them back enough to make the wolf submit into opening his maw. When the wolf's maw was open wide enough, he yanked his own hand out of the wolf's muzzle and pushed Eric down to the floor.
	“Fuck, you little shit.” Trevor said, clutching his paw and trying to stop the bleeding. He looked down at the cub, realizing that he still had a fight to deal with. “I'm going to break your nose, you stupid c-”
	Before Trevor could finish his sentence, Christian's clenched fist met the side of the bear's muzzle. Christian had stood up just as the fight had started, but he was too nervous to do anything about it. Yet, when he saw the young cub fall to the floor, instincts kicked in. Christian had never imagined himself to harm another person in his entire life, let alone punch someone. His entire body was shaking as he watched the bear go down to the floor, too stunned to even brace himself from falling or grab hold of his bleeding nose. Just as soon as he hit the ground though, his paws jumped up to his muzzle and his body wriggled back and forth on the floor in agony.
	“You broke my nose!” Was the only thing that Christian and Eric could make out, mixed with the multitude of muffled curses and shouts in pain.
	“Get up off the floor, you-you-you. . . assface.” Christian stammered, not really used to cursing and doing doing too well of a job at it.
	Trevor did as he was told, picking himself up off the floor with one of his hands, while the other was still firmly placed on his own muzzle. Christian grabbed hold of the bear's book and notes, tossing it inside of the bag and chucking it at the the bear. It hit Trevor's chest hard, making him stumble back, but he was still able to catch it with his one paw. The bear dragged himself out of the house, not saying anything else other than the occasional curse. When Christian heard the door slam, he quickly turned to Eric, who was picking himself up off of the floor and giving a proud look up at the fox.
	“Why did you do that?” Christian shouted in anger, unable to hold himself back from yelling at the little cub.
	“Wh-what?” Eric asked in confusion. His proud look instantly diminished into one of shame and confusion, like a puppy getting scolded for something that it did.
	“We were fine! You said you were going to take a shower.” The fox said accusingly, taking a seat back on the couch and putting his muzzle in his paws.
	“I came back to ask where you keep the towels. Then I heard you guys talking and I did not want to interrupt you guys.” Eric explained as he walked up to the fox's side and touched him on the arm.
	“Just leave me alone. You ruined everything.” Christian said, unable to hold himself back from sniffling in front of the cub.
	“I was just trying to help. He was hurting you.” Eric said, biting his lip and trying to keep himself from crying.
	“I was fine. I didn't need your help. You're just a stupid kid who's not old enough to understand anything.” Christian said through his sniffling, going right where it would hurt the most for the cub.
	And it worked. Eric stood silently next to the fox, stunned that Christian would say those thing to him. His tail drooped down between his legs and he took a step back away from Christian and stood still. Eric's entire muzzle was wrinkled in anger, but the tracks of tears sliding down his fur showed more than just anger. After what felt like hours of standing in front of the fox, possibly waiting for an apology or, at least, say anything to him, he turned around and walked into the guest room.
	Christian, too busy concerning himself with his own problems, did not even hear the sound of the front door to his house opening up and closing shortly after. Christian's mind raised with thoughts of how he would ever be able to get another chance like the one that was thrown into his lap. It also drifted off to fears of dealing with Trevor Monday, and how he was going to avoid getting the crap kicked out of him until the bear graduated. If the bear would even graduate this year. There was also the possibility of Trevor just telling the entire school that he was gay, and then having to deal with that for the rest of his high school life. Christian shook his head, pushing it out of his mind and standing up.
	“Eric?” The fox called out for him, knowing that he had to make things right with the cub.
	Christian walked over to the guest bedroom, poking his head in and calling out for him again. The only thing that was in the room was the wolf's suitcase and another large stack of different books for his studies. He went to the bathroom, figuring that the wolf had went to finally take his shower, but when he saw that the door was wide open, he began to panic. He rushed up and down the house, searching every room and possible location for a cub to hide in. No matter where he looked though, the wolf was not there. He took one long gulp as he made his way into the hallway and stared in horror when he saw that the door was not closed all the way. Without putting on his shoes or anything, he dashed to the door and swung it open.
	“Eric!” Christian shouted at the top of his lungs, racing out the door and looking back and forth for the wolf cub.
	Christian ran down the street towards the park, figuring that Eric would have probably went that way first. He did not bother to put on his hood to shield himself from the slight drizzle, but even through his thick hoodie-sweater, he could feel the wind pierce through the fabric and his fur. Still, he did not let the cold weather stop him as he ran towards the park as fast as he could.
	When he got to the park, he made his way straight to the jungle gym and searched around. He continuously called out Eric's name, hoping that he would hear him and come to him. However, Eric was not be in the jungle gym, nor any other part of the park. The place was completely empty, so he could not even ask for help from anyone. His ears perked up as he remembered that he had a cell phone. He quickly dove his paws into his pockets and searched for his phone. A mental image of watching his dad place the phone onto the table and remembering that Trevor knocked a couple things onto the floor. As luck would have it, the bear knocked over his phone, making Christian overlook grabbing it on his way out the door. He stopped looking around the park and headed straight back to his own house.
	He almost felt like shouting at this point, not knowing how to express himself in any other way. He wished that his parents stopped trying to give him all of the responsibilities and let him have a break from it for once. He had never asked to watch the cub; it was just thrown on him like everything else. He just wanted to spend the weekend with Trevor, no matter how big of a jerk he turned out to be. He was so close to having what he wanted, until Eric went and ruined everything for him.
	Christian shook the thoughts out of his head, feeling guilty that he was thinking them while the cub could have been in serious trouble. He bit his lip a bit as he thought about Eric telling the bear to stop hitting me. His ear still stung from the bear hitting it, and he wondered how much worse things would have become if he made another slip up. The young wolf was much smaller than the bear, but he still had the guts to stand up to Trevor when he could not.  The more that he thought about Trevor, the more that his thoughts went back to Eric.
	He blinked a couple times, waking up from his thoughts and looking around him. He was so focused on everything else that he had not realized that he went right past his house and almost all the way down the street. He stopped running, kicking himself in the head mentally for having lost track the way that he did. He turned himself around and started to head back towards his house, but before he could make it, his ears flickered. Despite the rain and wind muffling most of the sounds around him, he could still hear the sound of an out of control cough.
	He turned around a couple times, searching for the sound until he recognized the house that he was close to. He rushed towards the front of the house and froze when he saw Eric. The young wolf pup was curled up in a ball next to the front door. He had only put on a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt, probably from a suitcase packed from when he was still intending on going to Hawaii. With the bushes in front of the house, it would have been hard to even see him on the ground the way that he was. Christian sprinted to the wolf, getting down to his knees and rubbing the wolf's shoulder to see if he was still awake.
	“Mommy?” Eric asked, turning his head from the ground to look up at the fox in front of him. When he saw that it was Christian though, he went silent and turned his head away from him.
	“Eric, it's just me. I'm sorry for saying those things. C'mon, it's really cold outside and you're sick. Lets get you home.” Christian said and rubbed at the wolf's side, trying to get him to get up.
	Eric did not respond to Christian's words, just laying there on the floor. Christian continued to rub him and tried to make him get up on his own, but soon he realized that the wolf was not just ignoring him for what he the things that he said ealier. He turned the wolf's head around and saw that he was completely passed out. Eric must have pushed himself too far walking all the way to his own house. He probably tried several things to get back into the house as well, short of smashing  a window open.
	Christian looked around, trying to think of what to do. He knew that waking the cub was probably not going to do him too much good. Even if he could get the wolf conscious again, he would be too exhausted to walk himself all the way back to his own house. He still did not have his cell phone to call for help either, and even if he did, he did not know who to call to help him with the task. Christian could see his house from where he was at, though, it was all the way down the street and on the opposite side. Still, he knew what he had to do.
	Christian put his arms around the wolf, rolling him over until he was on his back. He slid one arm underneath the wolf's legs, catching him behind his knees while his other arm slid under the wolf's back. With a little bit of preparation, he managed to lift the wolf up to his chest. He stood up slowly, making sure that he could actually lift Eric's body all the way up so he would not accidentally drop him. When he was up all the way, he turned around and looked back to the house, drooping his ears as he realized that it was not going to be an easy walk.
	It was not just the rain and the wind that was going to make carrying the cub a challenge, which had conveniently decided to pick up at the perfect time. There was also the fact that wolf cubs had their growth spurt much sooner than most of the other species. Christian's lanky arms fidgeted at the weight, wishing that the Sinclair family were some kind of rodents instead. Regardless of the uphill battle that he had to face, he pushed on anyways. Eric was shivering constantly in his paws, subconsciously curling up in the fox's arms as he was carried to the house.
	Christian wished that there was some way that he could go back in time and stop himself from saying all those things to him. He knew that this whole thing was his fault, even if he did not ask for the responsibility of taking care of the cub. Christian looked down at Eric, biting his lip nervously. Despite the way that the wolf had looked when he was fighting Trevor, in his arms he was just a vulnerable little cub who wanted his mommy. It felt like a knife had dug its way into his chest from all of the guilt that he was building up.
	When Christian got back to the house he thanked that he had forgotten to close the door in his panic. The fox carried the young cub into the house, and closed the door behind him with his foot. He furrowed his eyebrows as a new sound caught his attention without the rain and wind distracting him. As he walked, the sickening sound of squishing filled his ears. He looked down and realized that his socks were completely soaked from walking around in the rain. It was then that he realized that all of his clothes and the wolf's clothes were drenched from the rain.
	Christian carried Eric into the guest bedroom, walking him up to the bed and letting him down softly. He took a couple steps back, slightly surprised that he was able to make it so far without much trouble. However, as soon as the thought passed his mind, the adrenaline wore off and his arms felt like they were on fire. Not only did his arms burn, but he also noticed that he was shivering like crazy. The fox had let most of the warm air escape from leaving the door open, and it would take a little while before his heater would come back on. Not to mention his close weren't helping.
	He quickly peeled off his socks and tossed them to the side, but it did little to help how cold he was feeling. He then looked down at the cub, and saw that he was shivering just as bad. The wolf's clothes were just as soaked as his own, if not worse. Christian gulped as an idea passed through his mind, seeming that it would be a little strange for him to do it. But he also knew that it would be the best way to warm up both of them, and the wolf's well being was his main focus. Without any more hesitation, he peeled off his hoodie and shirt, tossing them aside to his socks.
	The fox wrapped his paws around his body, feeling awkward without his hoodie on. Even when he was at the house and everything was perfectly warm, he hated to be without it. Christian's thin body felt boney in his arms, and without the hoodie to protect him, he felt completely exposed. He checked Eric, making sure that he was still asleep before pulling down his pants and adding it to the pile. His long legs looked just the same as his stretched out body arm thin arms. It didn't help either that he wore a pair of thin tight briefs along with it. He then started to work with the cub, grabbing hold of the cub's arms and positioning them over his head before pulling off his t-shirt. He then grabbed hold of his shorts and tugged them off, trying his best not to wake him up from his sleep.
	When he got them off all the way, he chucked Eric's clothes with his own and stared down at the cub. It was strange for him to see Eric in nothing but his boxers, even though he had just seen it earlier. He seemed so much more different since earlier, and Christian could not help but feel a bit strange at the feelings. Christian crawled up over the wolf and laid down behind him carefully. He edged himself close to the wolf, sliding his arm underneath the wolf's neck while his other arm wrapped around the wolf's chest.
	When he found a comfortable position, he pulled himself and the cub close and rested his head over the cub. His arms and chest felt a bit cold from touching up against Eric's wet fur, but once he was fully wrapped around his body, he actually felt a bit warm. The wolf finally stopped shivering after a couple minutes of holding the cub, and it was not too much longer that the wolf pushed himself up against the fox. He smirked, knowing that the cub was going to be alright now. Christian closed his own eyes and fell asleep, cradling Eric in his arms.