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A faint chirp rose from somewhere inside the mist, filling the silence with two impatient voices. The swallow bent its head to the left and with a sharp movement of its wings, forced its body into a wide arch, submerging into the thick goo. Seconds later it dove out, a small insect in its beak. The bird made another sharp turn with its wings, sending the curtain of steam into chaos and shot up into the air. It broke through the mist and flew lazily toward the towering fortress in the distance.\n\nThe soft chirps from before screeched through the silence again, crying out into the setting sun. The swallow soared into the air, basking at the last rays of warmth. The light reflected off its black feathers, shinning like precious stones.\n\n“Look at that, Lenfrick, isn’t it gorgeous.” Whispered Nicholas as he traced the black bird with his eyes. “The miracle of nature, unraveling before us.”\n\n“Yes, sir.” Answered the lion and stepped forward, taking the left side of his master.\n\n“Amazing,” continued Nicholas “the mother never leaves the side of her young, unless for food. After she has finished hunting, she returns, as fast as possible, to secure her young.”\n\n“Been reading again, sir?” asked the servant with a tiny smirk on his lips.\n\nNicolas laughed and slouched into his cushioned seat. “It is not bad when you expand your knowledge my friend, it is beneficial.”\n\n“Milord does not like it when you read, sir. He considers it-how did he put it-unnecessary.”\n\nNicholas sighed and rested his head on a pillow. He ran his paw over his muzzle and closed his eyes. “No, he doesn’t.” His teeth clicked once in distaste. “He was never one for expanding his mind.”\n\n“Sir?”\n\nNicholas looked up at the dark eyes of his friend. “Hm? Oh, I am fine Lenfrick, just fine.”\n\nThe fox rose from his seat and slowly strolled over to the alabaster railing. His eyes fixed at the end of the thick fog where the white was mixed with the drowning crowns of the trees; his tail swung from one side to the other, dragging his green robe with it.\n\n“With all due respect,” started the lion, his eyes never leaving the back of the fox “you seem a bit, aloof.”\n\nNicholas chuckled to himself and twisted his upper body to look at his friend. “Am I?”\n\nThe lion bowed his head in respect and took a step closer. “I apologize if I spoke out of place, sir.”\n\nThe fox chuckled again and returned his gaze to the fog. “Don’t be ridiculous. You are my closest friend.”\n\n“Sir-” \n\n“Len,” raised his hand the fox “you are. If you don’t tell me the truth, nobody here will.”\n\nThe lion shifted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth, but closed it immediately. \n\n“It’s the truth.” Sighed Nicholas and pushed himself from the stone. He walked towards his friend and placed a paw on his shoulder. Lenfrick flinched at the touch, but otherwise remained frozen like a statue. “There has been something bothering me. Would you lend me your ear, old friend?” \n\nLenfrick bend his head to look into the eyes of his superior, nearly two heads shorter than him. He studied the young face for a few moments, reminding himself to keep his breath even. With an almost silent snort he noted the dried up fur around his master’s eyes and the large bruise under his jaw, carefully covered with expensive powder; his gaze fell to the fox’s slim neck, tracing the small spots of blue, less hidden by make-up; he almost growled when a faint wind swayed them and the robe slid a bit to the left, revealing a few drops of blood, soaked into the fabric.\n\nNicholas nodded as well and removed his paw. He walked past the lion and stepped into the candle lit chamber. Lenfrick followed, like a shadow follows a man, keeping two steps away.\n\n“It has been rather difficult recently,” spoke Nicholas “more difficult than it used to be.”\n\nLenfrick waited until his master had sat down on a chair in the corner, before stepping forward and taking a seat on his left.\n\n“Michael, he has been, a bit stressed. He-”\n\nHis words faded away. He looked down at his paws, stubbornly twisting a ring on his finger. The lion waited patiently for him to continue, carefully studying his expression.\n\n“It’s all this business with the Grobben family. It’s proven hard to persuade them into signing the contracts. Michael has been trying very hard, but they are insolent people.” Nicholas laughed at his own private joke. His voice echoed into the silent room.\n\n“Are you happy?”\n\nNicholas was silent. His face darkened; his teeth grit together, making a scraping sound. He looked at his friend. “Yes.”\n\nThe lion nodded. “I didn’t wish to intrude, sir. I apologize.”\n\n“Don’t be silly!” grunted Nicholas and jumped from his seat. He skipped across the room and plopped himself on a futon. “No need to be so formal.”\n\nLenfrick sighed and stood up. He crossed the room in four strides and stood behind his master. One of his paws wrapped around the exposed shoulder of the fox. He stared into the pale reflection of the fox, so much paler in the mirror.\n\n“Sir-”\n\n“My name!”\n\nThe lion swallowed the thick ball that was stuck in his throat and nodded. ‘Ni-Ni...you aren’t happy.”\n\nThe fox grunted and picked up one of the medium sized brushes scattered around the small desk. “Foolishness.” He raised it to his cheek and applied a thick yellow powder.\n\n“It’s the truth.” Continued Lenfrick “He is hurting you.”\n\n“No he is not.” Protested Nicholas “He loves me.”\n\n“I love you.”\n\nBoth of them were quiet. Nicholas put the brush down and looked up into the emotionless reflection of his friend, as still as stone. The paw on his shoulder tightened a bit, urging him forward.\n\n“I know.” He finally said and lowered his gaze. A paw fished its way to his face, forcing him to look into the still reflection again.\n\n“Do you remember, Ni-Ni? The beach? The sand?”\n\nThe fox smiled a bit. He moved his head forward, releasing it from the hold and slowly stood up, his robe half falling on his slim body. Nicholas turned his back on the lion and said:\n\n“That is in the past.”\n\n“I doesn’t have to be.”\n\n“Yes,” said Nicholas and turned around facing his friend “yes, it does.”\n\nThe lion shifted his weight to one side and stepped forward. He stretched his hands forward, taking the fox into an embrace.\n\n“I can give you love. Like I gave it to you before.”\n\nNicholas twisted into the strong hold, trying to move away, but the hands holding him were much bigger than his. “Leave me be Len, leave me.”\n\n“I do not want to see you suffer.”\n\nNicholas lifted his head and stared at the face of his former lover. Time had added many lines on his once young face; the once smiling face had warped into a never ending grimace of pain, hidden by a mask of indifference. He missed the wild mane, adorning his beautiful head, viciously cut into a cropped buzz. A sign of servitude.\n\n“I do what I must.” Said the fox, his eyes locked with the lion’s. \n\n“You are not thinking of yourself.” Replied Lenfrick “You never did.”\n\nA smile spilled over the taller man’s face. He bowed his head down toward the fox’s face. \n\n“Len-” started to protest the fox, but was silenced by the lion’s soft lips. He moaned into the kiss, his head filling with memories of lust and passion. He stopped struggling the strong arms still wrapped around him; instead he pushed forward, crushing their bodies together.\n\nAfter a moment of blissful ignorance, the lion pulled away. His breath came fast, clashing in the middle, propelled by the warm scent of Nicholas. “I love you.” Said Lenfrick and stepped away, releasing the fox from his embrace. He bowed his head and walked out, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder.\n\nNicholas stood in the dim room, robe half fallen around his waist. He took a deep breath and ran a paw through his headfur.\n\nThere was a knock on the door. A squinty looking mouse peered through the crack and said in a quiet voice. “Master has called for you sir.”\n\nNicholas turned to face her. “I will be right down, Louise.” His smile caught her off guard. She blushed furiously, curtsied and quickly closed the door.\n\nThe fake smile faded from Nicholas’s lips. He let out a deep gurgle and walked toward his desk. He sat down and went on to apply his make up. When he was satisfied with the result, he chose a black outfit from his dresser and quickly put it on.\n\nThere was another knock on the door. “Enter.” Said Nicholas without bothering to turn around. He felt a gust of air as the door opened and a set of arms wrapped around him. He let out a sigh of content as a familiar scent washed over him. He leaned back into the embrace, letting the warmth wash over his fur. \n\n“Darling,” spoke a soft voice from behind “you are late.”\n\nNicholas twisted into his lord’s hug and looked into his deep eyes. “Michael.” He said softly, letting the rich male scent fill his nostrils “I apologize.”\n\nMichael laughed a bit and leaned down. His lips brushed slightly over the parted mouth of the fox. “Do not be. You haven’t done anything wrong.”\n\nNicholas let a smile crack over his face. “Are you upset with me?”\n\n“No. Never.” Smiled back the large, black wolf and kissed him on the lips. \n\nThey embraced in the middle of the room. Nicholas buried his face into the satin shirt of the wolf and inhaled the rich aroma. He felt himself grow hard as the potent male musk hit him strong. He swayed a bit, his eyes drifting.\n\nMichael smirked and pulled away from him. “We don’t have time for fooling around, my love.”\n\n“I know.” Blushed Nicholas and hurried to his dresser. He opened the wide doors and started rummaging through it. Michael waited patiently, two steps back, occasionally moving aside when a piece of cloth half-flew past him.\n\n“Indecisive?” asked the wolf as he picked up a blue scarf from the floor. \n\n“Yes.” came the breathless answer of the fox “I cannot find the jewels you gave me last season.”\n\n“Leave them. You look gorgeous.”\n\nThe fox threw him a smile before diving in the mess of clothes once again.\n\nMichael chuckled at his lover’s vanity and stepped closer. He got a hold of Nicholas’s arm and twisted him around. “I have something for you.”\n\nThe fox’s ears perked up. “What?”\n\nMichael wrapped a hand around his waist and pulled him closer. His other hand dove into his pocked and pulled out a small black box. He handed it to Nicholas, who opened it with curiosity.\n\nThe fox gasped in surprise as his eyes fell upon a large diamond ring. “Oh my stars.”\n\nThe wolf smiled. “Do you approve?”\n\n“Yes, it is magnificent.”\n\n“I am so glad.” The large male gently pried the box from Nicholas’s paw and took out the ring. He asked his lover to give him his hand and placed the large jewel on his finger.\n\nHe stepped back a few steps and took an over exaggerated, critical look. \n\n“I would say, you look beautiful.”\n\n“Thank you” muttered the fox, his eyes still glued to the silver band on his finger. He looked up when Michael’s warm breath hit him in the face and smiled. They kissed again, this time gently, savoring each other’s taste.\n\n“We have to go.” Whispered the wolf and wrapped his arm around the fox’s waist again. \n\n \n\nThey walked down the enormous staircase together, hand in hand. As they descended Michael took Nicholas’s hand and squeezed it affectionately. The fox turned his head and smiled at his lord. The large jewel sparkled under the light of the thousands of candles spread around them.\n\n“Milord.” said a panther as they walked into the room on the left of the staircase. \n\nMichael nodded to the man. The panther bowed his head and handed him a small letter.\n\nThe wolf opened it and quickly read its content.\n\n“This is good.” He announced and handed it back. “The Duchess will be attending tonight’s dinner.”\n\n“The Duchess?” asked Nicholas and took a goblet from a tray placed on the large table in front of him.\n\n“Yes. The Crementine one. With the mustache.”\n\nBoth of them giggled. “Oh, I remember her.” Said the fox and took a sip from his ale. “I figured she was a man at first.”\n\n“Not only you.”\n\n“How about The Auburns?”\n\n“They are attending as well.”\n\n“Good, I’ve been itching to chat with Josh for a while. He has such great taste in books.”\n\nMichael raised an eyebrow. “You fancy him?”\n\n“Don’t be silly.” Smiled the fox “I simply fancy his brain.”\n\nMichael snorted. “Do you fancy his cock as well?”\n\nNicholas rose from his seat and strode to Michael’s seat. He placed a hand on the wolf’s thigh and squeezed it gently. “No, my precious.” He put the goblet down and sat into his lap. He cradled the blackish muzzle into his paws and looked into his dark eyes. “I have eyes for only you.”\n\nMichael stared back. After a moment he let out a long sigh, leaned his head forward and planted a kiss on the pink lips. “I know. I am just jealous.”\n\n“Why?” asked the fox.\n\n“Whenever someone looks at you, it drives me crazy.”\n\nNicholas shifted his weight and pressed his leg on Michael’s crotch. The wolf let out a moan and leaned back into the chair, closing his eyes. The fox leaned forward and brushed his lips over the man’s neck, planting small kisses over the hot skin. One of his paws traced the outline of the bulging arousal. He gave it a gentle squeeze, which made the wolf yelp in response. \n\n“I have eyes only for you.” Repeated the fox.\n\nMichael opened his muzzle but nothing came out. He squirmed a bit, but otherwise dared not move.\n\nNicholas straddled the large wolf. He kissed his cheek and blew hot wind at his closed eyes.\n\nThe wolf opened them and gazed at the warm brown eyes in front of him. He cradled the fox into his hands. The younger boy giggled as his cheek received an affectionate lick. Michael slid his hands down the skinny shoulders, moving the fabric of the black tunic down. He licked the exposed flesh, bitting at it. Nicholas gasped as a few drops of blood trickled down his arm. Michael licked them up, savoring the tangy taste.\n\n“You taste sublime.” He moaned. A shiver past down Nicholas’s spine as a paw slid down his trousers. The long digits tucked at the zipper in the middle, and dove inside.\n\nMichael purred with pleasure as he reached his prize. He gave it a gentle squeeze and stroked it up and down. Nicholas moaned as his shaft was stroked, occasionally humping the tight fist.\n\nMichael pulled his hand out, earning himself a growl from the fox, before grabbing Nicholas by the waist and prompted him up. He reached for his own raging erection and pulled it out. The fox stared at it and a large smirk spread over his lips.\n\n“Leave us.” He said to the two guards at the far end of the room. They bowed their heads and walked out. Nicholas turned back to his lord, who was already spitting on his hand and quickly stripped of his garments. He kissed the tip of the black muzzle and guided the raging erection inside. \n\nMichael gasped as the tight opening accepted him with ease. He bucked his hips forward, diving all the way it. Nicholas cried out in pain, tears forming in his eyes. Michael wrapped his hands around the lower back of the fox and drew him closer. He licked at the orange cheek, gathering the salty drops. \n\n“You’re so beautiful.” He gasped as the fox started bouncing on his lap. He leaned down into the cushions, dragging his mate with him. He trust once, probing the hole, pulled out, than buried himself inside.\n\nNicholas gasped as sharp teeth pierced his skin. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth which spilled over his fur, dying it a deep maroon. His breath came fast, sweat gathering at the top of his brow.\n\nMichael growled as his orgasm neared, slamming harder and harder. He trust a few more times before sinking his knot deep into Nicholas, releasing his semen.\n\nNot stopping to let his partner breath, the wolf shifted their positions, pinning the fox to the back of the seat. He threw away his stained shirt, which landed on the marbled floor with a silent ‘thud’. His arms wrapped around the back of the panting fox, driving him deeper into the soft pillows. He tugged at the knot, lodged deep into the warm backside. He tried to stop his movement, knowing that would bring discomfort to Nicholas, but his body had other ideas. His hips bucked forward, grinding into the matted fur, seeking closeness. \n\n“Stop, Michael, stop.” Panted the fox as his rump was stretched.\n\nThe wolf bit hard on the back of the fox‘s shoulder, marking him and continued grinding. His semen was splashing out, covering the seat with it’s gooey juices. \n\nNicholas gasped as the wolf ravaged him. His eyes closed, tuning out the snarls and yelps of the bucking male. The pain in his rump increased, forcing him to pant, not in pleasure, but in discomfort.\n\nWith a final trust, Michael pulled back, popping his knot away. The large volume of his potent essence spilled out, trickling down the fox’s legs. The wolf gasped as another orgasm shook his body. He reached for his penis and stroked it vigorously, spilling fluids all over Nicholas’s back. His knees buckled and he fell, exhausted, on top of his mate.\n\nThey panted together, the room filled with the stench of their musks.\n\nNicholas shifted a bit, pushing on the large male with the back of his hand. Michael complied and lifted his side. The fox wiggled out and perched himself on the side of the chair.\n\n“That was great.” Said Michael.\n\n“Yeah.” Said Nicholas. His hand snaked its way to the heaving chest of the wolf. Michael smiled. He took the tiny paw into his own and kissed it.\n\n“I love you.” He whispered.\n\nNicholas smiled back. “I know.”\n\nThe music on the reception was soft and calm. The orchestra Michael had hired were not professionals, but their appeal was not into the experience, but the pleasure of the music.\n\nNicholas rose the golden goblet to his muzzle and took a sip. The warm mead was pleasant and mild. It spilled down his insides, making him squirm in pleasant sensations. \n\n“Having fun?”\n\nNicholas turned his head to the overweight bear sitting across him. “Yes, yes I am.” he smiled.\n\n“I see your family has done well. This mansion used to look horrid before, but your man has done a splendid job reconstructing it.”\n\n“Yes, it was all my Lord’s idea.” He put the goblet down and reached for the honey-baked scones “He wanted it perfect for the spring festival.”\n\n“So you are having it here.”\n\nNicholas put a piece of the bread into his maw and nodded. “He is keen on that idea. I, however don’t see it that way. Too much work.”\n\nThe noble took a sip from his drink and reached for a cigar. “Nonsense. That is the point of the whole thing, is it not. To show off your family wealth.”\n\n“But, there is more to this than wealth. Right?”\n\nThe Baron lit up his smoke and took a puff. “Like what, my dear.”\n\nNicholas was silent for a second before fabricating a large smile on his lips. “Never mind milord, lets just enjoy the festivities. I think I see a lad who might enjoy your company.”\n\nThe bear shifted into his seat and looked at the neighboring table. A skinny looking fox, two shades darker than Nicholas was flushing, his small paws shredding a piece of cloth to shreds. When he saw the bear looking at him, he blushed even further and almost dove under the table.\n\n“I see what you mean.” Huffed the older male and shot the boy a smile “You have a good eye.”\n\n“I only see what I see.” Said Nicholas and took a sip from his mead. “Go and talk to him.”\n\n“You reckon I should?” asked the man with a weary expression.\n\n“I most certainly do. That boy has been eying you for hours.”\n\n“Right, right.” Said the bear and gingerly rose from his seat. “I beg your pardon.” He bowed his head and walked toward the sheepish boy.\n\nNicholas sighed in relief once he was alone. He took a sip and examined the room.\n\nA lot of the guest had consumed way too much ale. Some were chatting away cheerfully; others had taken the party to the large terrace; some were having an even greater time, sneaking playful looks at each other or sneaking to a more secluded place. \n\n“Milord?”\n\nNicholas looked up at a messenger boy standing next to his chair. The boy bowed his head once and handed him a piece of paper, folded in two. Nicholas took the note and waved his head, dismissing him.\n\nAs he continued to read it his eyes shot up. Nicholas looked around. Everywhere he saw there were couples dancing, drinking, laughing in an obnoxiously loud way; The Duchess and Michael were sitting on a table not far from him, their backs to him, talking over some papers. He took a deep breath and tucked the note into his pocket before downing his glass and making his way through the crowd.\n\nOnce outside the hall he looked around again, making sure he was alone and bolted for the stairs. He almost stumbled once, taking them two at a time, his excitement bubbling inside like a cauldron.\n\nHe climbed all the way to the third floor where he stopped for a second to catch his breath, before continuing. Down the corridor, the fifth door on the left, was slightly ajar. Nicholas stopped in front of it and peered inside. It was completely dark, except for a candle placed in the middle of what appeared to be a table.\n\n“Len?” he whispered. There was no answer. He stepped inside, keeping his hands stretched in front of him, feeling the dark for something to grab a hold of.\n\nSomeone bumped his back. Nicholas jumped and turned around. A hand appeared from nowhere and clamped his mouth shut, to prevent him from screaming.\n\n“Shh, it’s me.” Whispered a soft voice in his ear.\n\nNicholas relaxed immediately and let the strong arms of his lover twist around him.\n\n“You scared me.” He said after a moment. He looked unto the face of the lion, half hidden in shadows, half illuminated by a warm glow and smiled. Lenfrick returned the smile and leaned forward to kiss him. He didn’t struggle, but instead dove right in, smashing their muzzles together. \n\nThey kissed there into the darkness, their forms molded into one. The only sounds which could be heard were the flicks of the candle and the quiet sways of the valse three floors beneath them. \n\n“I had to see you.” Whispered the lion as he pulled his face away. \n\nThe lion took a whiff at the air around his lover. His teeth clenched in distaste:\n\n“You smell of him.”\n\nNicholas looked up at the hard face of the lion. Lenfrick grunted and shook his head. A smile slid in the place of his frown. \n\nThe fox nodded, but said nothing. He pressed both hands on the strong chest in front of him. He inhaled deeply, savoring the rich scents and than exhaled, his eyes glazing over. \n\n“I know.” He muttered.\n\nThey stood there for a few moments, enjoying each other’s company, neither daring to break the trance which surrounded them. \n\n“I’ll have to go soon.” Admitted the fox, more to himself than to anyone else. 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Neither of them noticed, keeping their sways to a minimum, simply enjoying the feeling.\n\n“I have to go.” Said the fox again, but didn’t dare move.\n\n“I know.” Answered the lion and fastened the hold he had on the slim waist. “A few more moments, please.”\n\nThe fox nodded and burried his face into the warm chest again. Their bodies continued to sway with their own imaginary music, oblivious to the world or the eyes peaking at them from the hallway.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A black swallow soared through the air, it’s graceful body piercing through the thick mist,  leaving small holes into the white matter. A faint chirp rose from somewhere inside the mist, filling the silence with two impatient voices. The swallow bent its head to the left and with a sharp movement of its wings, forced its body into a wide arch, submerging into the thick goo. Seconds later it dove out, a small insect in its beak. The bird made another sharp turn with its wings, sending the curtain of steam into chaos and shot up into the air. It broke through the mist and flew lazily toward the towering fortress in the distance.

The soft chirps from before screeched through the silence again, crying out into the setting sun. The swallow soared into the air, basking at the last rays of warmth. The light reflected off its black feathers, shinning like precious stones.

“Look at that, Lenfrick, isn’t it gorgeous.” Whispered Nicholas as he traced the black bird with his eyes. “The miracle of nature, unraveling before us.”

“Yes, sir.” Answered the lion and stepped forward, taking the left side of his master.

“Amazing,” continued Nicholas “the mother never leaves the side of her young, unless for food. After she has finished hunting, she returns, as fast as possible, to secure her young.”

“Been reading again, sir?” asked the servant with a tiny smirk on his lips.

Nicolas laughed and slouched into his cushioned seat. “It is not bad when you expand your knowledge my friend, it is beneficial.”

“Milord does not like it when you read, sir. He considers it-how did he put it-unnecessary.”

Nicholas sighed and rested his head on a pillow. He ran his paw over his muzzle and closed his eyes. “No, he doesn’t.” His teeth clicked once in distaste. “He was never one for expanding his mind.”

“Sir?”

Nicholas looked up at the dark eyes of his friend. “Hm? Oh, I am fine Lenfrick, just fine.”

The fox rose from his seat and slowly strolled over to the alabaster railing. His eyes fixed at the end of the thick fog where the white was mixed with the drowning crowns of the trees; his tail swung from one side to the other, dragging his green robe with it.

“With all due respect,” started the lion, his eyes never leaving the back of the fox “you seem a bit, aloof.”

Nicholas chuckled to himself and twisted his upper body to look at his friend. “Am I?”

The lion bowed his head in respect and took a step closer. “I apologize if I spoke out of place, sir.”

The fox chuckled again and returned his gaze to the fog. “Don’t be ridiculous. You are my closest friend.”

“Sir-”

“Len,” raised his hand the fox “you are. If you don’t tell me the truth, nobody here will.”

The lion shifted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth, but closed it immediately.

“It’s the truth.” Sighed Nicholas and pushed himself from the stone. He walked towards his friend and placed a paw on his shoulder. Lenfrick flinched at the touch, but otherwise remained frozen like a statue. “There has been something bothering me. Would you lend me your ear, old friend?”

Lenfrick bend his head to look into the eyes of his superior, nearly two heads shorter than him. He studied the young face for a few moments, reminding himself to keep his breath even. With an almost silent snort he noted the dried up fur around his master’s eyes and the large bruise under his jaw, carefully covered with expensive powder; his gaze fell to the fox’s slim neck, tracing the small spots of blue, less hidden by make-up; he almost growled when a faint wind swayed them and the robe slid a bit to the left, revealing a few drops of blood, soaked into the fabric.

Nicholas nodded as well and removed his paw. He walked past the lion and stepped into the candle lit chamber. Lenfrick followed, like a shadow follows a man, keeping two steps away.

“It has been rather difficult recently,” spoke Nicholas “more difficult than it used to be.”

Lenfrick waited until his master had sat down on a chair in the corner, before stepping forward and taking a seat on his left.

“Michael, he has been, a bit stressed. He-”

His words faded away. He looked down at his paws, stubbornly twisting a ring on his finger. The lion waited patiently for him to continue, carefully studying his expression.

“It’s all this business with the Grobben family. It’s proven hard to persuade them into signing the contracts. Michael has been trying very hard, but they are insolent people.” Nicholas laughed at his own private joke. His voice echoed into the silent room.

“Are you happy?”

Nicholas was silent. His face darkened; his teeth grit together, making a scraping sound. He looked at his friend. “Yes.”

The lion nodded. “I didn’t wish to intrude, sir. I apologize.”

“Don’t be silly!” grunted Nicholas and jumped from his seat. He skipped across the room and plopped himself on a futon. “No need to be so formal.”

Lenfrick sighed and stood up. He crossed the room in four strides and stood behind his master. One of his paws wrapped around the exposed shoulder of the fox. He stared into the pale reflection of the fox, so much paler in the mirror.

“Sir-”

“My name!”

The lion swallowed the thick ball that was stuck in his throat and nodded. ‘Ni-Ni...you aren’t happy.”

The fox grunted and picked up one of the medium sized brushes scattered around the small desk. “Foolishness.” He raised it to his cheek and applied a thick yellow powder.

“It’s the truth.” Continued Lenfrick “He is hurting you.”

“No he is not.” Protested Nicholas “He loves me.”

“I love you.”

Both of them were quiet. Nicholas put the brush down and looked up into the emotionless reflection of his friend, as still as stone. The paw on his shoulder tightened a bit, urging him forward.

“I know.” He finally said and lowered his gaze. A paw fished its way to his face, forcing him to look into the still reflection again.

“Do you remember, Ni-Ni? The beach? The sand?”

The fox smiled a bit. He moved his head forward, releasing it from the hold and slowly stood up, his robe half falling on his slim body. Nicholas turned his back on the lion and said:

“That is in the past.”

“I doesn’t have to be.”

“Yes,” said Nicholas and turned around facing his friend “yes, it does.”

The lion shifted his weight to one side and stepped forward. He stretched his hands forward, taking the fox into an embrace.

“I can give you love. Like I gave it to you before.”

Nicholas twisted into the strong hold, trying to move away, but the hands holding him were much bigger than his. “Leave me be Len, leave me.”

“I do not want to see you suffer.”

Nicholas lifted his head and stared at the face of his former lover. Time had added many lines on his once young face; the once smiling face had warped into a never ending grimace of pain, hidden by a mask of indifference. He missed the wild mane, adorning his beautiful head, viciously cut into a cropped buzz. A sign of servitude.

“I do what I must.” Said the fox, his eyes locked with the lion’s.

“You are not thinking of yourself.” Replied Lenfrick “You never did.”

A smile spilled over the taller man’s face. He bowed his head down toward the fox’s face.

“Len-” started to protest the fox, but was silenced by the lion’s soft lips. He moaned into the kiss, his head filling with memories of lust and passion. He stopped struggling the strong arms still wrapped around him; instead he pushed forward, crushing their bodies together.

After a moment of blissful ignorance, the lion pulled away. His breath came fast, clashing in the middle, propelled by the warm scent of Nicholas. “I love you.” Said Lenfrick and stepped away, releasing the fox from his embrace. He bowed his head and walked out, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder.

Nicholas stood in the dim room, robe half fallen around his waist. He took a deep breath and ran a paw through his headfur.

There was a knock on the door. A squinty looking mouse peered through the crack and said in a quiet voice. “Master has called for you sir.”

Nicholas turned to face her. “I will be right down, Louise.” His smile caught her off guard. She blushed furiously, curtsied and quickly closed the door.

The fake smile faded from Nicholas’s lips. He let out a deep gurgle and walked toward his desk. He sat down and went on to apply his make up. When he was satisfied with the result, he chose a black outfit from his dresser and quickly put it on.

There was another knock on the door. “Enter.” Said Nicholas without bothering to turn around. He felt a gust of air as the door opened and a set of arms wrapped around him. He let out a sigh of content as a familiar scent washed over him. He leaned back into the embrace, letting the warmth wash over his fur.

“Darling,” spoke a soft voice from behind “you are late.”

Nicholas twisted into his lord’s hug and looked into his deep eyes. “Michael.” He said softly, letting the rich male scent fill his nostrils “I apologize.”

Michael laughed a bit and leaned down. His lips brushed slightly over the parted mouth of the fox. “Do not be. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Nicholas let a smile crack over his face. “Are you upset with me?”

“No. Never.” Smiled back the large, black wolf and kissed him on the lips.

They embraced in the middle of the room. Nicholas buried his face into the satin shirt of the wolf and inhaled the rich aroma. He felt himself grow hard as the potent male musk hit him strong. He swayed a bit, his eyes drifting.

Michael smirked and pulled away from him. “We don’t have time for fooling around, my love.”

“I know.” Blushed Nicholas and hurried to his dresser. He opened the wide doors and started rummaging through it. Michael waited patiently, two steps back, occasionally moving aside when a piece of cloth half-flew past him.

“Indecisive?” asked the wolf as he picked up a blue scarf from the floor.

“Yes.” came the breathless answer of the fox “I cannot find the jewels you gave me last season.”

“Leave them. You look gorgeous.”

The fox threw him a smile before diving in the mess of clothes once again.

Michael chuckled at his lover’s vanity and stepped closer. He got a hold of Nicholas’s arm and twisted him around. “I have something for you.”

The fox’s ears perked up. “What?”

Michael wrapped a hand around his waist and pulled him closer. His other hand dove into his pocked and pulled out a small black box. He handed it to Nicholas, who opened it with curiosity.

The fox gasped in surprise as his eyes fell upon a large diamond ring. “Oh my stars.”

The wolf smiled. “Do you approve?”

“Yes, it is magnificent.”

“I am so glad.” The large male gently pried the box from Nicholas’s paw and took out the ring. He asked his lover to give him his hand and placed the large jewel on his finger.

He stepped back a few steps and took an over exaggerated, critical look.

“I would say, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you” muttered the fox, his eyes still glued to the silver band on his finger. He looked up when Michael’s warm breath hit him in the face and smiled. They kissed again, this time gently, savoring each other’s taste.

“We have to go.” Whispered the wolf and wrapped his arm around the fox’s waist again.  

  

They walked down the enormous staircase together, hand in hand. As they descended Michael took Nicholas’s hand and squeezed it affectionately. The fox turned his head and smiled at his lord. The large jewel sparkled under the light of the thousands of candles spread around them.

“Milord.” said a panther as they walked into the room on the left of the staircase.

Michael nodded to the man. The panther bowed his head and handed him a small letter.

The wolf opened it and quickly read its content.

“This is good.” He announced and handed it back. “The Duchess will be attending tonight’s dinner.”

“The Duchess?” asked Nicholas and took a goblet from a tray placed on the large table in front of him.

“Yes. The Crementine one. With the mustache.”

Both of them giggled. “Oh, I remember her.” Said the fox and took a sip from his ale. “I figured she was a man at first.”

“Not only you.”

“How about The Auburns?”

“They are attending as well.”

“Good, I’ve been itching to chat with Josh for a while. He has such great taste in books.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “You fancy him?”

“Don’t be silly.” Smiled the fox “I simply fancy his brain.”

Michael snorted. “Do you fancy his cock as well?”

Nicholas rose from his seat and strode to Michael’s seat. He placed a hand on the wolf’s thigh and squeezed it gently. “No, my precious.” He put the goblet down and sat into his lap. He cradled the blackish muzzle into his paws and looked into his dark eyes. “I have eyes for only you.”

Michael stared back. After a moment he let out a long sigh, leaned his head forward and planted a kiss on the pink lips. “I know. I am just jealous.”

“Why?” asked the fox.

“Whenever someone looks at you, it drives me crazy.”

Nicholas shifted his weight and pressed his leg on Michael’s crotch. The wolf let out a moan and leaned back into the chair, closing his eyes. The fox leaned forward and brushed his lips over the man’s neck, planting small kisses over the hot skin. One of his paws traced the outline of the bulging arousal. He gave it a gentle squeeze, which made the wolf yelp in response.

“I have eyes only for you.” Repeated the fox.

Michael opened his muzzle but nothing came out. He squirmed a bit, but otherwise dared not move.

Nicholas straddled the large wolf. He kissed his cheek and blew hot wind at his closed eyes.

The wolf opened them and gazed at the warm brown eyes in front of him. He cradled the fox into his hands. The younger boy giggled as his cheek received an affectionate lick. Michael slid his hands down the skinny shoulders, moving the fabric of the black tunic down. He licked the exposed flesh, bitting at it. Nicholas gasped as a few drops of blood trickled down his arm. Michael licked them up, savoring the tangy taste.

“You taste sublime.” He moaned. A shiver past down Nicholas’s spine as a paw slid down his trousers. The long digits tucked at the zipper in the middle, and dove inside.

Michael purred with pleasure as he reached his prize. He gave it a gentle squeeze and stroked it up and down. Nicholas moaned as his shaft was stroked, occasionally humping the tight fist.

Michael pulled his hand out, earning himself a growl from the fox, before grabbing Nicholas by the waist and prompted him up. He reached for his own raging erection and pulled it out. The fox stared at it and a large smirk spread over his lips.

“Leave us.” He said to the two guards at the far end of the room. They bowed their heads and walked out. Nicholas turned back to his lord, who was already spitting on his hand and quickly stripped of his garments. He kissed the tip of the black muzzle and guided the raging erection inside.

Michael gasped as the tight opening accepted him with ease. He bucked his hips forward, diving all the way it. Nicholas cried out in pain, tears forming in his eyes. Michael wrapped his hands around the lower back of the fox and drew him closer. He licked at the orange cheek, gathering the salty drops.

“You’re so beautiful.” He gasped as the fox started bouncing on his lap. He leaned down into the cushions, dragging his mate with him. He trust once, probing the hole, pulled out, than buried himself inside.

Nicholas gasped as sharp teeth pierced his skin. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth which spilled over his fur, dying it a deep maroon. His breath came fast, sweat gathering at the top of his brow.

Michael growled as his orgasm neared, slamming harder and harder. He trust a few more times before sinking his knot deep into Nicholas, releasing his semen.

Not stopping to let his partner breath, the wolf shifted their positions, pinning the fox to the back of the seat. He threw away his stained shirt, which landed on the marbled floor with a silent ‘thud’. His arms wrapped around the back of the panting fox, driving him deeper into the soft pillows. He tugged at the knot, lodged deep into the warm backside. He tried to stop his movement, knowing that would bring discomfort to Nicholas, but his body had other ideas. His hips bucked forward, grinding into the matted fur, seeking closeness.

“Stop, Michael, stop.” Panted the fox as his rump was stretched.

The wolf bit hard on the back of the fox‘s shoulder, marking him and continued grinding. His semen was splashing out, covering the seat with it’s gooey juices.

Nicholas gasped as the wolf ravaged him. His eyes closed, tuning out the snarls and yelps of the bucking male. The pain in his rump increased, forcing him to pant, not in pleasure, but in discomfort.

With a final trust, Michael pulled back, popping his knot away. The large volume of his potent essence spilled out, trickling down the fox’s legs. The wolf gasped as another orgasm shook his body. He reached for his penis and stroked it vigorously, spilling fluids all over Nicholas’s back. His knees buckled and he fell, exhausted, on top of his mate.

They panted together, the room filled with the stench of their musks.

Nicholas shifted a bit, pushing on the large male with the back of his hand. Michael complied and lifted his side. The fox wiggled out and perched himself on the side of the chair.

“That was great.” Said Michael.

“Yeah.” Said Nicholas. His hand snaked its way to the heaving chest of the wolf. Michael smiled. He took the tiny paw into his own and kissed it.

“I love you.” He whispered.

Nicholas smiled back. “I know.”

The music on the reception was soft and calm. The orchestra Michael had hired were not professionals, but their appeal was not into the experience, but the pleasure of the music.

Nicholas rose the golden goblet to his muzzle and took a sip. The warm mead was pleasant and mild. It spilled down his insides, making him squirm in pleasant sensations.

“Having fun?”

Nicholas turned his head to the overweight bear sitting across him. “Yes, yes I am.” he smiled.

“I see your family has done well. This mansion used to look horrid before, but your man has done a splendid job reconstructing it.”

“Yes, it was all my Lord’s idea.” He put the goblet down and reached for the honey-baked scones “He wanted it perfect for the spring festival.”

“So you are having it here.”

Nicholas put a piece of the bread into his maw and nodded. “He is keen on that idea. I, however don’t see it that way. Too much work.”

The noble took a sip from his drink and reached for a cigar. “Nonsense. That is the point of the whole thing, is it not. To show off your family wealth.”

“But, there is more to this than wealth. Right?”

The Baron lit up his smoke and took a puff. “Like what, my dear.”

Nicholas was silent for a second before fabricating a large smile on his lips. “Never mind milord, lets just enjoy the festivities. I think I see a lad who might enjoy your company.”

The bear shifted into his seat and looked at the neighboring table. A skinny looking fox, two shades darker than Nicholas was flushing, his small paws shredding a piece of cloth to shreds. When he saw the bear looking at him, he blushed even further and almost dove under the table.

“I see what you mean.” Huffed the older male and shot the boy a smile “You have a good eye.”

“I only see what I see.” Said Nicholas and took a sip from his mead. “Go and talk to him.”

“You reckon I should?” asked the man with a weary expression.

“I most certainly do. That boy has been eying you for hours.”

“Right, right.” Said the bear and gingerly rose from his seat. “I beg your pardon.” He bowed his head and walked toward the sheepish boy.

Nicholas sighed in relief once he was alone. He took a sip and examined the room.

A lot of the guest had consumed way too much ale. Some were chatting away cheerfully; others had taken the party to the large terrace; some were having an even greater time, sneaking playful looks at each other or sneaking to a more secluded place.

“Milord?”

Nicholas looked up at a messenger boy standing next to his chair. The boy bowed his head once and handed him a piece of paper, folded in two. Nicholas took the note and waved his head, dismissing him.

As he continued to read it his eyes shot up. Nicholas looked around. Everywhere he saw there were couples dancing, drinking, laughing in an obnoxiously loud way; The Duchess and Michael were sitting on a table not far from him, their backs to him, talking over some papers. He took a deep breath and tucked the note into his pocket before downing his glass and making his way through the crowd.

Once outside the hall he looked around again, making sure he was alone and bolted for the stairs. He almost stumbled once, taking them two at a time, his excitement bubbling inside like a cauldron.

He climbed all the way to the third floor where he stopped for a second to catch his breath, before continuing. Down the corridor, the fifth door on the left, was slightly ajar. Nicholas stopped in front of it and peered inside. It was completely dark, except for a candle placed in the middle of what appeared to be a table.

“Len?” he whispered. There was no answer. He stepped inside, keeping his hands stretched in front of him, feeling the dark for something to grab a hold of.

Someone bumped his back. Nicholas jumped and turned around. A hand appeared from nowhere and clamped his mouth shut, to prevent him from screaming.

“Shh, it’s me.” Whispered a soft voice in his ear.

Nicholas relaxed immediately and let the strong arms of his lover twist around him.

“You scared me.” He said after a moment. He looked unto the face of the lion, half hidden in shadows, half illuminated by a warm glow and smiled. Lenfrick returned the smile and leaned forward to kiss him. He didn’t struggle, but instead dove right in, smashing their muzzles together.

They kissed there into the darkness, their forms molded into one. The only sounds which could be heard were the flicks of the candle and the quiet sways of the valse three floors beneath them.

“I had to see you.” Whispered the lion as he pulled his face away.

The lion took a whiff at the air around his lover. His teeth clenched in distaste:

“You smell of him.”

Nicholas looked up at the hard face of the lion. Lenfrick grunted and shook his head. A smile slid in the place of his frown.

The fox nodded, but said nothing. He pressed both hands on the strong chest in front of him. He inhaled deeply, savoring the rich scents and than exhaled, his eyes glazing over.

“I know.” He muttered.

They stood there for a few moments, enjoying each other’s company, neither daring to break the trance which surrounded them.

“I’ll have to go soon.” Admitted the fox, more to himself than to anyone else. He felt the lion nod, his head gently leaning on the top of his.

“I know.” He said. “Ni-Ni?”

“Hm?”

“Would you dance with me?” Lenfrick said and moved his head away to look into the eyes of his lover. Nicholas stared back, silently counting each beat of his heart. He nodded and wrapped both hands around the tall male’s neck. He felt a hand snake its way around his waist, ruffling the satin tunic.

“Do you know?” Lenfrick asked as they slowly shifted from one side to another “We have never danced before.”

The fox smiled into the warm chest. “Foolishness.” He muttered, but didn’t stop dancing.

Minutes past. The song from downstairs changed to a faster rhythm. Neither of them noticed, keeping their sways to a minimum, simply enjoying the feeling.

“I have to go.” Said the fox again, but didn’t dare move.

“I know.” Answered the lion and fastened the hold he had on the slim waist. “A few more moments, please.”

The fox nodded and burried his face into the warm chest again. Their bodies continued to sway with their own imaginary music, oblivious to the world or the eyes peaking at them from the hallway.

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