They all sat around the table quietly enjoying the food prepared so meticulously by the liger, and for the first time since he got home, the room was completely quiet. The silence was only occasionally broken by a soft sigh of content elicited by one of the eaters. 
"This is... fantastic." Brenner mutters, taking a fourth serving and gobbling that town too. 
"Well thank you for the compliment." Aki says with a sweet smile, perfectly content with the two of them working a steady path towards the bottom of the pot. "Though do remember that there is dessert after." Nothing seems to faze Aki, who seems content with everything, more often than naught sporting his trademark grin. 

	Once they are done, leaning back in their chairs, he rises, carefully picking up the dishes and carrying to the sink, where he immediately starts to soak them in soapy water. With every step he takes the feline's hips sway ever so lightly in a seductive walk that beckons anyone watching it. His tail works in perfect counter-point to that, creating a slow and languid rhythm. His clothes always cling to that supple body, giving Brenner a hint of what is hidden underneath. He was not as blunt about his actions as Sota was. Sota walks into a room wearing almost nothing, letting you star and want. Aki, Aki plays with you, granting you a hint, but little else, even now as he bends over to retrieve the dessert from the fridge, his rear straining against the seams of his shorts. The husky swallows, before gruffly forcing the thought from his head, focussing instead on the question what the liger made for desert.
"Sato doesn't like sweets." Aki says, turning around happily with a platter of small, cream pastries. His remark provokes a ‘tsh' from Sato's end, which goes ignored by his foster-brother. "I, on the other hand, simply love them." He sweeps past Brenner and places the platter at the centre of the table, his body leaning up against the canine's shoulder, before he slowly withdraws again. "Try them!"
	
	"Oh... hmmmm... holy... shit... this is good." He mutters with his mouthful. His reaction receives a pair of rolling eyes from Sato, but Aki seems perfectly happy with his reaction, picking one of the plate and gently gliding his finger along the surface, sweeping up the cream. He lets the digit slip in his muzzle, gently licking it off, letting it linger for... longer than it has to, right? The liger grins, before popping out his finger. 
"I love cream." He says. The remark sends a sudden blush to Brenner's cheeks, but earns a disdainful smirk from Sato. Was it just him, or did Aki just wink at him before he popped the rest of the dessert in his mouth. The feline does not stop there, but takes another one, squeezing it lightly so the cream leaks up out, before he slowly runs his tongue over the dough, lapping it up taking his time to clean his own lips. 

	Brenner should not be staring, he should not be watching at all, he... should not get so fucking turned on by that little gesture. Just to do something he takes another pastry and pops it into his mouth, chewing, harder than he has to, although it is helping very little to alleviate the pressure. Oh come on pup, for fucking Pete's sake, these are your guest, the ones you have to take care off, at least until their mom returns. You can't look at them like that... that would be wrong! Right? Fortunately at that time the doorbell rings. "I'll get that." He has to do his best not to flee to the corridor and make an utter and complete ass out of himself. 
	"Hey Brenner you old wanker!" Oh shit... Standing behind the door waiting for him is Alex, short for Alexander, of course, the twenty-one year old hotshot he met at college. Alex was the kind of guy who as everything Brenner was not; quick, slick, a smooth talker, a guy who had more tail than a family of Kitsune. He had managed to achieve one thing in his life, one major thing: he had spent some of his time making an app, an app that hyped, and hyped long enough for him to sell his ‘company' right before the thing flunked again, yet it left him the richer man. For some reason the tall and athletic Dalmatian remained wealthy, probably because he kept his old crappy car, his old crappy apartment which he had shared with Brenner and he continued his cheap college lifestyle. Also he was a smooth talker, which got him most things in life for free, or at least on the tab of others, not to mention he talked himself into financing at least a dozen of little start-up firms that, should they make it, would earn him way more than he ever put in. Yes the vast majority of the companies he financed never made it, but that was not the point, enough of them did to cover his losses and then some. The fact that right now, as of this moment, Alex was standing on his doorstep did not spell anything good.
	
	"Alex, hey, what are you doing here?"
"My place is getting fumigated and I need a couch to surf on." The guy who by now was probably a multimillionaire, if not more, was asking him to stay on his couch. "Heard you still have that spare room, ya?"
"I errr..." Several thoughts whirl through his mind, and yet not one of them seems to have enough power to make it to his mouth.
"Yo, Uncle Brenner, whose there?" Of course now is the time that the other two show their interest for who's at the door. Not when he's got his paws full of shit, got home from work and just wants five minutes to take off his dam coat. Alex glances past him down the hall. Brenner looks over his shoulder seeing Sato standing there, framed in the full light of the living room, and it is as if he can see a light pop on behind Alex's golden eyes. In that same instance that spark erupts at the other end of the hallway behind the eyes of the fox who normally would not give to flying shits about what is going on, who is there, or what the fuck is happening. And he, Brenner, is standing there, mouth open, utterly at a loss.


~*~*~*~*~*~

	"So our very own horn-dog has finally settled down, started his own little adopted family." Alex is standing in the middle of the bedroom in little more than his black silk boxers. A strange contrast between that and those shabby clothes he always wears. 
"They are just staying here." Brenner mutters, brushing past the other with his arms full of blankets and pillows, heading for the couch. He tries not to look at that body that seems not to have aged one bit, and still has every sharp curve and angle it had back when they were living together; the valley between his abs, the broad shoulders, firm pecks, those arms that are not too bulky and yet give him that manly appearance. His headfur a flaming red, his eyes happily sparkling looking at the world with an anxious curiosity, always looking for a way to have a bit of fun with it. His rump is wrapped perfectly in the silk undergarment, the light softly stroking the curve of his ass, his tail wagging as always so very happily. Alex was Adonis reborn, and Brenner can't stand to look at him. 
"You know I'd be fine with sharing a bed."
"No."
"I promise I won't hog the blankets."
"No."
"We could do what we did last time."
Brenner wheels around. "No."
Alex shrugs. "Suit yourself." And drops down on the couch, for a brief flicker reminding Brenner of Sato the way that long body is drapped over his couch, those legs apart as if begging someone to slip between them. 
	
	"You know where the bathroom is, I get up at six. You are out by Friday."
"You leave on Friday, got it."
"Alex..."
"Oh relax. I promise I won't burn the apartment down between now and a few days."
"Good."
"By the way, you never told me what the deal was with those two firecrackers you got with you. Previous marriage?"
"They are just staying here."
"As in?" The Dalmatian wiggles his eyebrows. 
"As in they are staying here until their mom comes back."
"Jezus man, how old are they?"
"Seventeen... I think."
"Hmmmm jailbait. The greatest kind of bait."
"For fuck sakes Alex they are kids."
Alex snorts, making a face that asks his companion: have you looked at them? But he is smart enough to remain quiet and take the edge of his blanket, wrapping it around himself. "Have sweet dreams my husky eyed prince." He says with a melodramatic wave of his arm.
"You are fucking nuts."
"No just fucking-."
	
	He does not get to finish that sentence because Brenner slams the door to his bedroom shut, letting his head fall back against it with a thud once he does. This is ridiculous. Not two weeks ago he lived alone, and now his house began to resemble an orphanage. What in heaven's name had possessed him to say ‘yes' to Alex' request. Oh yeah, right, now he remembers, he didn't. Alex had just ignored the question, posed it as a statement: ‘I'm sure you'll be fine if I..." He just walked past him into the living room, sat down at the kitchen table, and started talking with the other two ‘house guests' that were slowly turning into more permanent residents. When did their mom say she was coming back again? He just sat there, talking, flashing his smile, grinning, and never so much as asked him if he was remotely ok with all of this happening. No, he had been far too overwhelmed by the fact that Sato actually seemed to show the remotest sign of interest in what the guy was talking about, and even at a few instances had flashed something that resembled a smile. Stranger still the teen had not taken up his usual place on the couch, which he normally did as soon as dinner was over. There was something there, that he could not get his finger behind.
	
	He shakes his head, best not to think about it, time for bed. Oh lord, he's tired. He did not even realize how tired he was until he let his head rest on the pillow. With a little luck, come morning, the whole mess would have solved itself, leaving him with a friendly and calm feeling right before he truly slips into the flows of sleep. Ignoring the nagging feeling about the two teens sharing his guestroom bed, or the tall, picture perfect guy sleeping barely naked on his couch he tries to think about the fact that he has to settle that business account tomorrow, before his boss starts bugging him about it... again.

~*~*~*~*~*~
	
	The first thing that moves is his ear. It slowly turns towards the door not far from where he is lying, zooming in on the sounds he can hear from there. It's dark, the blinders are pulled shut, yet outside, below, down on the street several cars still zoom to and fro, heading to wherever. His head resting on the one arm folded back, the other casually lying against his chest, slowly drawing little circles in his shortly trimmed fur his mind had been on his new housemate; the young one, the fox, Sato. Alex shifts, getting a bit more comfortable. Who would have thought that he would find a guy like that living here. He must have misjudged Brenner. Or the guy doesn't know what he's having here. He grins, either that or he won't reach out and take it, which seemed in line with how he knew the husky. 
	
	There is that sound again. It is coming from the chamber of the two teens. By now Alex has opened his eyes fully and is staring at the door. He really shouldn't. He is curious, of course, but he really shouldn't. A playful smirk is toying along the edge of his lips. He gazes a while longer at the door, listening very intently for any sound that might betray-. Ah, he does not have to wait long. It's there, muffled, voices. With one arm he pushes back the blankets. The cold air of the apartment hits his chest. Silently he counts the seconds, waiting while his body cools, ears tuned in to whatever happens behind that door. He slowly rises, the remainder of his sheets sliding of his leg falling halfway down to the floor. Softly he moves over to the door. A simple line of light coming from the powerful lamps illuminating the building across the street, tracks over his body. Carefully he places one paw against the doorframe, the other hovering for a second before being placed carefully against the door itself. Leaning forward he just about presses his ear against it, but just not quite. Ah there it is again, softer: "Hnn... fuck... Just... Hahhh..." He snickers. It sounds like they were having fun in there.
"Ahh... put them in...... H-aahhh... bloody fucking... hell."
There is another voice, softer, inaudible from where he is standing, probably because that muzzle is otherwise preoccupied at this moment.
"AHN..." 
That one moment, the soft cry from behind the door but still so very audible, he cannot help it, but a broad grin finds itself on his face.
"More... Ah... more... you know... hah... how to... suck that cock... ahnn... sooo... good.?"
	
	He cannot see, but then again he does not have to, the picture before his mind's eye is as clear as any reality. The fox, legs spread, naked and panting, one paw grabbing his brother's hair, the other clenched in a fist probably stuffed in his muzzle. His whole form shudders as the feline changes the tempo, the movements, small changes while two or three digits find their way deeper inside that hard body.
"Ah...hah...hah... ahnn... Ah...Aki... I'm..."
They had been playing it for a while not, the eagerness seeping through the canines voice. The idea of the hostile teen, currently groaning, those pretty lips wrapped around nothing but mono-syllabic utterances while his body lifts itself off of the bed, arching up right before he...

	Alex takes a step back, snickering softly as he pads back to his place on the couch wrapping finding his place again under the covers and half closing his eyes as seconds later he can hear the weak vibrations of something of a commotion from the other side of the door. This was going to be more fun than he had initially though. "Brenner you lucky dog." He mutters.