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Zack Gladwell was a happy man.

Or at least that's what he wants everybody else to believe.

The fox by the name of Alphonse Perils could only watch as his bestfriend fussed over the arrangements of his upcoming wedding with his long-time live-in girlfriend. They were in a wedding shop and they were in the inner room where yards of cloths lay strewn around the room and along the couch like rainbow stuck on land. His small hands fiddled with a cloth while he watched Zack plead with the tailor, asking him to get a last minute adjustment he so desperately needed because he could not afford to disappoint his soon to-be wife.

With a grunt, the tailor nodded to Zack, and a bright smile lit the previously frustrated husky's face. He turned towards Alphonse as the tailor left and flicked his tail as he approached Alphonse.

Even now, Alphonse still couldn't resist smiling back when Zack smiled at him. His eyes glimmered with irises like lazurites on lapis lazuli, a precious gem that Alphonse knew were as rare as this fine specimen of a man. The muscular body of the husky brimmed with so much strength and life as muscles pushed and pulled over each other, the short fur over his front and sculpted stomach brimming with an ivory-polished sheen that they looked like refined thin ice. Alphonse heard the tailor calling out to Zack and the latter grunted before turning back to face the old nagger again. The fox flushed at the sight of Zack's exposed back. Unlike his front, his back was endowed with a fine ebony color. His black-furred muscles seemed to ripple against the light. His tail rose above his graceful rump, flowing around in a spiral of ebony and ivory and ending with both at the tip.

Both of them spoke, Zack crossing his flexed, sinuous black and white-furred arms while the tailor scratched his head as he wrote down the remaining few measurements before striding away. The husky smiled again, his teeth showing up toward his ebon-furred cheeks and sitting down beside Alphonse. The couch waved down as the husky's weight settled, and it made Alphonse conscious that the husky beat him by a foot or two. His muzzle turned into a shy pout and looked elsewhere while both his paws handed Zack his large shirt.

"Could you please put your shirt on? It's very uncomfortable for me." Alphonse said without looking.

Zack took it with a grin though he did not immediately take it on, "Oh come on now Al, we've seen each other naked for so many times already."

"I-I will not sin!" he stuttered and self-consciously nudged his fingers in between his eyes, only to remember that he was no longer wearing glasses as he had before.

The couch cringed towards Zack's direction, and Alphonse gasped as he saw the husky climb up on all fours. His front was lying downwards in prostrate position, eyes peering up towards Alphonse in a gleam of amusement and dominance. His tail wagged behind him, rump raised while his legs seemed to ready himself for leverage. Alphonse knew what he was about to do.

All in a second, the fox raised his paw, steeled himself for the attack and said, "N-no! Not a tick--"

"Tickle attack!" Zack lunged and landed hard on top of him, paws slipping beneath his shirt, skillfully pulling them off and started working his fingers quickly like feathers against his skin. Alphonse could not even try to suppress himself. Laughter roiled from his throat as Zack's fingers tickled him senseless. At the same time, he felt himself cry inwardly. This may be the last time he could have Zack to himself.

After an endless time of tickling, Zack stopped and crashed towards Alphonse. His face was buried in the fox's chest and was heaving warm contented breaths, his lips and tongue touching the fox's naked chest. Alphonse felt himself shiver. They should not be doing this, he thought. He couldn't allow himself to dry hump a semi-naked man whom was just about to get married, even if he was his bestfriend. Even if he had been gay, once when they had been together.

He blushed and pushed Zack off before his blood fully migrates down to his groin and gave him an erection. Zack sniggered and let himself be pushed off but not without much of a fight. He seemed to make himself heavy and make the fox exert more effort than what was necessary. If not without Alphonse's desperation, the fox's small muscles wouldn't have been able to successfully push the husky off and made him lie down on the couch, albeit still laughing. Alphonse rubbed his arm in consciousness of how close he had been with Zack and forced his feelings and emotions out of his mind.

When Zack stopped laughing, he was so much in a mess. Though his fur was short, they were creased in some parts and Alphonse couldn't help but reach with both of his hands out and straighten them out. Zack smiled and let his friend smooth his fur out, Alphonse did it so quickly so he could not feel the husky's warmth shift to him.

"Nervous?" The husky asked, and he, much to Alphonse's relief, finally took his shirt back on.

Alphonse did as well, picking up his shirt along the scattered cloths on the ground and put it on, "For you? Absolutely! God, you're about to be chained for all of eternity!" he humored, yet his smile came with unease.

Zack punched him lightly on the shoulders and said, "Ha.Ha. Al, very funny. Janet is a wonderful woman--You just haven't met her yet."

Alphonse raised both of his paws and shrugged, "We're kindred spirits, we were destined not to meet. Perhaps someday we will?"

"Whatever." Zack said and he sat for a while. Alphonse expected him to have some kind of witty remark in store but instead, Zack stood silent. Alphonse, uncomfortable with the silence, looked up at Zack to speak but instead caught his breath when the husky stared at him with such longing eyes. Alphonse felt himself drown in the husky's gaze, and suddenly he remembered everything that had happened between them over the years that they've known each other. He felt the tears start to well up and wanted to cry then and there, but instead, he steeled himself and tried his best smile at Zack, no matter how fake it was.

"I missed you," Zack said, there was no falsehood in his voice, only passion that the husky could not hide, "Where did you go all these years? Why did you leave? Why didn't you even say goodbye?"

Alphonse averted his gaze and forced his eyes down on the ground. He readjusted so that his feet touched the ground and moved farther from the husky. Both of his paws rubbed against each other like they were crumpling a piece of paper.

"I'm sorry Zack," he said, voice weak, "I had to be someplace else. You know...to chase my lifelong dream."

"Your dream? You dreamt to be a doctor Al, I know, and the best and cheapest Med University is in our state. So why go away?"

"It's--"

"It's a lie isn't it? You're rumpling your paws again, you always do that when you're nervous...or when you're about to tell a lie." Zack said, he was stern, and Alphonse was sure that his eyes burned with a fiery rage right now. Zack never liked liars.

Then he heard a release of breath from Zack, one of relief, "Oh God Al, I missed you so much." he said, and suddenly his arms were around him and Alphonse couldn't or even wanted to do anything to stop Zack from hugging him. A genuine smile crept on his face and he hugged Zack back, letting his warmth enclose around both of them like a veil.

It felt like hours when both of them pulled back, and by that time, Alphonse's heart was beating so fast against his chest that he felt he was about to have a stroke. Still, even if he was sweating so much, he forced a smile to Zack.

"I'm so sorry for worrying you Zack. Something really came up. I had to leave this place...Even if I can't tell you what it was."

Zack crossed his arms, "Something so secret that you couldn't tell me what it was?" he said, "Are you an international spy?"

Alphonse giggled, "Perhaps. But still, I couldn't tell you. Maybe I've been abducted by aliens and the one you face now isn't the real me!"

Zack gasped, "How will I know if you're an alien or not?"

"Why don't you check my asshole for tentacles?"

Their share of jokes brought a shared hearty, long laughter between them, and when they stopped, Zack spoke.

"I really missed you Al."

"You too Zack."

Zack scooted close to Alphonse's side, and this time, the fox let him. They leaned on each other's heads and there was not a sound made, only the sound of their breaths and the drumming heart of Alphonse.

"Will you be at the wedding?" Zack asked after a time.

Alphonse did not even hesitate for a second and replied.

"Definitely."

Alphonse sat up from his bed, the pillow he had dug his face on was drenched with sweat but mostly with tears. His reddened eyes blinked and he fully came to his senses, out from his emotional wreckage. When he looked out from his window, it was raining, the poor underground-class neighborhood's streets that he lived in were already flooded. It must have been raining for a while. Anyone would have noticed it start, but not Alphonse Perils.

A storm was coming up, and the hammering of the fat drops of rain now descended upon his ears. Yet they were quickly dissolving into a steady pitter-patter and into white noise like it had happened hours earlier after he got home. His head filled with conversations long past, images he once experienced, happiness he once shared, sorrows he took on his own. He remembered of him and Zack, holding hands, not as mere friends but as lovers, walking along a secret path on the forest just a few miles from the husky's house. Then they would stop and Zack would push his back against a tree and kiss him on his neck, first just a steady trickle, later a shower. They would smile at each other like the idiots they were, and then they would walk back towards Zack's house and unclasp their hands at the final cover of tree and walk out like they were nothing more than acquaintances. Then there was them on top of the husky's house and their parents would come to meet both of them. At that point, they were in love.

At this point, Zack was marrying someone other than Alphonse.

Alphonse stood up from his bed and refrained from getting his foot tangled on the mess of clothes ande take-out boxes on the ground. He kicked one box away and pulled a chair in front of his CD player. He turned the TV on and fumbled for the remote on his bed but instead found it in between his unwashed clothes on the floor. He took it and pressed the power button waiting for the player to load and read his CD. Several loud drums of rain later, his own image came up on the screen.

Even now, he couldn't imagine how much he changed over the years, and he knew that he had changed more than for the better, he changed for his best. But still, the face that greeted him was flustered, eyes so red that it was obvious that he had cried, like he just did now.

He had received an invitation a week prior and instantly flew back to the state the moment he read what the letter was about. Of course he couldn't show his face to Zack and his to-be wife so easily. After all, he left and flew away without much of a warning. To show his face with all smiles would deem him an asshole to everyone's minds. Since Day One after reaching the state, he had been recording his accounts of what it had been like when he and Zack had been bestfriends then boyfriends. He had to review everything he said. He did not want to leave any part out--To leave it means that he left out a fragment of the precious memories that they had been together. He wanted something physical, something tangible that Zack could watch over and over again. Because, Alphonse knew, someday, Zack would no longer be able to recall the time that they had been together, and his memories would dissolve into a painful glob of only him and his to-be wife. Alphonse's hold on Zack would soon be gone, and their memories would only be his and no longer theirs.

"Hello Zack. This is Alphonse your bestfriend and I love you. But it's too late to say that now, isn't it?" His image said and forced a smile, "Dude...love--You don't mind me calling you that would you? I used to call you that...remember? But I'm going far from the point."

"God, you're already getting married, it already feels like it's been decades since we met! Do you still remember that time? You know...when we met? I bet you don't...but I did Zack!"

"Because you were the first guy I stood up to."

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"Dude, what the hell was that for?" The husky winced, rubbing his cheeks. He was collapsed on the floor, his rump and tail under him, knees folded while his unzipped backpack's items were spilled all around on the floor.

Alphonse Perils held his paw, burning like hot coal after slapping the hell out of the jock. His thin chest puffed in and out, his thick-rimmed glasses tilted sidewards and in danger of falling to crack on the ground. His muzzle was pulled up into a snarl, eyes gleamed with a sheen that suggested of a cornered prey that had nothing more to lose.

They were in the school's hallway, around them were already a congregation of huge bodies and different sneering faces. Most of them were wearing the varsity jacket that hinted that they were members of the school's athletic division. There was laughter among them and it only proved to roil the fox much further. In a desperate attempt to keep his dignity, he hurled his foot downwards towards the kneecap of the husky making the latter roll on the ground while grasping the upset appendage.

He expected the others to hoot and urge him on, but instead, their laughter came much harder and Alphonse felt himself grow more flustered by the second. He snarled, and without looking back at the hurting husky, he ran towards a hole in between the wall of bodies. All the more their laughter seemed to follow him as he dashed through the halls, and all he could see were faces that were either sneering or laughing.

He heard the skidding sound of sneakers against polished floor, coming past from behind him and he knew that someone was chasing him. But he did not look back, only pleaded his legs to run faster for just a little more, just until he arrived and locked a door behind him in the safety of his home, but even then, it wasn't certain that it really was safe.

"Hey!" he heard someone call from behind him and he figured it was the pursuer. The voice had been ragged, growling, even. Without a doubt, he had an angry dog running after him.

He ran past the halls and through the school's exit, past the flag pole and over the small bridge. All of it, passing in a blur of black and white, his breath coming fast, his lungs, almost blistered against his chest. Still, he could hear the shoed feet chase after him, unwavering. He cursed himself for being a terrible athlete and a much terrible runner. He couldn't run fast for a long time if his life depended on it, and right now, it does.

His speed faltered, his backpack suddenly feeling unbearably heavy. His mind told him to run faster but his body barely listened. His feeble muscles throbbed in their frailty, his heightened senses divulging that he was going too slow and his pursuer was going too fast for him to outrun.

He could hear the ragged breaths of his pursuer on his side, and he looked wide-eyed to see that he was indeed running beside him. There was a glimmer of amusement on the husky's eyes, like a predator under the excited spell of catching his prey and in that second he grinned and tackled Alphonse to the ground.

Both of them rolled, Alphonse feeling jutting rocks prick on his back, shoulders and arms while the repeating pressure from the ground pushed deeper and deeper onto his glasses until they cracked. They rolled to a slope, where there were no longer jutting rocks but green grass instead until they hit the edge and sprung towards the water in a splash.

Alphonse was submerged for only a second, the translucent river water hurt his eyes. The river was barely a few feet deep, but during the fast moment he was down, he had already inhaled a lungful of water and Alphonse got out immediately. His clothes affixed themselves too closely to his body with a frosty wetness. He crawled onto the river's side, shivering, water dripped from his body, coughing and expelling any he swallowed. His jaw muscles shuddered, teeth ticked against each other as he slammed his bag in the ground. It's no use, everything's ruined.

"Dude! Why the hell did you punch me!?"

The nerve!

Alphonse spun on a crouching position to face the husky. The guy was as soaked as he was, though he already got himself standing up, unlike Alphonse, he had athletic prowess and the fox only felt himself grow more conscious of how helpless he was in this kind of situation, like any other. The husky approached him cautiously, their size difference growing more apparent with every step he took. Alphonse whimpered, the stream of anger that got him into this whole mess had disappeared; now, he could only pull himself back and kick on the ground with his useless legs.

In a few seconds, the husky was already standing directly on top of him, the husky's feet in between his legs. He crossed his muscular arms on his chest and spoke with a snarl, "Apologize!"

"No!" Alphonse yelled, "You should be the one apologizing! I never did anything to deserve what you jocks did--"

"Jock? I'm no jock." The husky said, his eyes winced for a second and Alphonse knew that he struck a bad chord. The husky kneeled down until their faces were level, and Alphonse instinctively shielded his face with his forearm and yipped.

"Look at me."

He refused.

The husky sighed and gripped Alphonse's arms. Claws dug into his skin, a searing sting of pain abruptly replacing the coldness that was there. He yipped, and pulled his arms to his face, but the husky's hands didn't relent. He thought he heard the husky whimper as he forced his arms down from his face. Alphonse did not have the strength to resist, and the husky succeeded without difficulty. He tightly shut his eyes, knowing that he was vulnerable for all the beating the husky could--would, give.

"Your glasses, I'll buy you a new one."

What?

Alphonse blinked, and when he looked up, the husky didn't look at all angry. In fact, he was smiling; even his ocean-blue eyes seemed to be smiling at him. Alphonse whimpered, thinking that it was all just a trick to deem him more defenseless. It was definitely working.

"Here." The husky said, reaching out to cup his face with one hand and tugging on the earpiece of his glasses with the other, "Your cute face might get cut with those."

"C-cute?" he said and covered his muzzle with his paws when he realized that he said his thoughts out loud.

"Yes. Cute." The husky said, removing his glasses from his eyes and flicking his index finger on the shards sitting on his face. He let them fall to the ground, and Alphonse was too much in shock to even really care that his only remaining pair of glasses now lay scattered on the grass in shards. The husky pulled him up to his feet like a ragdoll, all the while, the only thoughts that occupied Alphonse's mind was that he was being hit on by a guy he punched.

"I'm Zack." he said, offering his hand. "And you've got the wrong guy."

Alphonse shivered, but he reluctantly took it, wet paw to wet paw. He observed the husky's clothes under the dripping water on his eyes. Zack wasn't wearing any varsity jacket. "A-A-Alphonse."

Zack giggled, his eyes bright with mirth, "Very cute." he said, "Do you always randomly punch people like that?"

"No!" Alphonse yelled, suddenly very alert, "I-I-I thought you were one of those bullies, a-and--"

"I don't know whether I think you're brave or stupid." Zack teased, "But I think I like you. We should take this conversation somewhere else--You're shivering."

Alphonse just nodded. Zack gave him a smile before he offered to carry his bag, which was just as dripping as he was. He whimpered and accepted the offer, it was already wet anyway, his materials inside no longer usable. He could've just left it there, but he had worked hard for all of it, he couldn't. Zack beckoned Alphonse towards him, carrying both of their wet backpacks on his back. Alphonse fell into stride but maintained his distance, still very uncomfortable with the husky.

"I'm sorry," Alphonse muttered under his clattering teeth, "I just got lost in my anger that I ended up punching the wrong guy. You."

"Happens alot," Zack said, "I always get mistaken for a football jock, though you people always seem to forget that those guys wear those jacket like a second skin."

Alphonse snorted. It was true! He was tempted to throw his jock-racist comments towards Zack, but he wasn't gonna do that so easily, not when somebody else could be listening. Or if Zack was indeed a jock.

"So..." he started, "Where are we going?"

"My house." Zack said, and stopped for a short while. He looked over to Alphonse, and asked, "Did you prefer that we go to yours?"

"N-no!" He yelled. Anything but that.

Zack nodded and soon they were walking again. Hugging himself for comfort didn't work, not when all of his clothes and fur was wet. Instead, he walked closer with Zack, the latter seemed to notice, but he just smiled and didn't bother to comment.

They reached a wide subdivision, Alphonse recognizing it as one of the more well-off places in their town. A uniformed Doberman in a booth stopped them from entering, but a careful look at Alphonse's companion was all it needed to let them through, albeit a little bit too cheerfully from the otherwise imposing figure. Alphonse never entered this subdivision before, having been contained on the opposing suburb at the edge of town.

The place did not appeal to Alphonse's artistic sense at all, if he had any. Back down at the suburbs, there was color everywhere: green, black, red, yellow--everything, but of course, that would be because of the grim vandalism that the children made, something that he once participated in. Everything was dull everywhere. The houses were identical, all with a pinkish-peach paint and a red triangular roof. He could've sworn they looked like the Pink Panther on a red hat, but he kept that to himself. It was weird thinking. He looked further around, appreciating the lack of garbage on the streets and presence of lush green trees scattered neatly around every block, the leaves trimmed in a globular perfection that suggested that the neighborhood was kept at its best.

He kept silent all the way, giving short glances to Zack to see if he was hinting that they were near. Zack didn't give any hints though, and Alphonse wished he did, his legs were already trembling like a vibrator, not just because of the cold but because his muscles were already going weak from exhaustion. He gave himself a mental facepalm--The whole thing could've been avoided if only he had been attentive and punched the right guy, or none at all. The whole ordeal of having to go through the teasing everyday made him pop then and there. He only made it worse by punching the wrong guy--that's sure to brand him as an idiot in the entire student body, not that his reputation would get any more worse than the humiliation previous to the punch. Avoiding school was suddenly a very attractive idea to Alphonse.

They arrived at a dwelling located beside a small church, though the dwelling was very much similar to the others in the subdivision, except that this one had a porch. There was barely an inch of division between the two buildings, the church though small, loomed much higher than the house. Zack produced a key from his pocket, still wet and smelling of metal and opened the door, letting Alphonse enter first.

Alphonse eagerly entered, and the husky bellowed a laughter from behind him. Zack closed the door and walked past him, directly onto a doorless opening and into another room, Alphonse followed. Zack was bent down, flicking a lighter at a fireplace in front of two recliners. The lighter clicked and the fireplace burst into flames. Eagerly, Alphonse leaned down beside Zack and drew his paws out for heat. Zack mimicked him, and Alphonse turned to speak.

"T-thank you," he said, more of a shiver than stuttering, "And I'm sorry. You wouldn't have gotten wet if it wasn't for my stupidity."

Zack smiled, "Don't worry, I kinda appreciated the distraction. The ladies didn't want to get let go of me. Until you came."

"A womanizer?" Alphonse said, frowning, "I thought you were gay."

"He is." said a voice behind them. They both looked towards to where it came from and found another husky leaning with her back on the doorway. The side of her muzzle curved, revealing her sharp canines, "But they don't know that, isn't that right Zack?"

Zack stood up and grimaced, "Lulu, what're you doing here?"

"It's our house, aren't I welcome here? And..." Lulu said, crossing her arms, "You're wet, and not the good kind either." Her grin came wider. She approached them, and Alphonse stood as well and gave a curt nod to her. He eyed her features. Unlike Zack, she had yellow eyes and they stared directly at Alphonse's. She was sizing him up, Alphonse knew, but not the physical kind either. He was being gauged whether he had the guts to stare back. Alphonse shrunk.

Then her expression turned warm, "Oooooh you're a bottom!" She swooned and pulled Alphonse on a tight hug. She was one or two feet taller than the fox, and so his face was buried onto her ample bosom. He blushed, but didn't dare to push her back. He heard Zack giggle behind him. A whiff of Lulu's boobs later, a strong hand pulled Alphonse away from Lulu's hugging.

Alphonse staggered back and the back of his head directly landed on the chest of Zack, their feet stepping onto each other and falling on their backs towards the wooden floor. Both of them were wet, still with their shirts on but Alphonse felt a stream of heat heave on his neck, despite of the warmth, he felt a chill run down his spine, and when he looked back, Zack was grinning at him, like the expression was plastered to his face.

Alphonse immediately rolled over and pushed himself off. He felt like he'd just been raped by two huskies, one male and one female. Sure, he was gay, and he wouldn't have minded landing square on Zack, but he was barely used to being touched--Never had been touched before. He lay prostrate on the ground, throat suddenly clenching, choking on his breath and coughed.

Both Lulu and Zack laughed, while Alphonse regained himself and sat cross-legged on the floor. Zack stood and gave Lulu a hug, and the female husky returned it. Lulu was taller than Zack, but Zack wasn't as short as Alphonse were, so he hadn't had to go through the trial of getting buried in mounds of boobs.

Alphonse actually smiled at that. Zack was patting Lulu's back, and maintained the hug for a whole minute until their laughter were no more than a few giggles and was drenched into silence. Even then, they were still both smiling with their eyes closed, like there was an invisible globe around the two of them, like they were on their own worlds and only each other mattered.

"I missed you little brother." Lulu whispered, but still loud enough for Alphonse to hear.

"You too, sis." Zack replied.

They pulled off of each other and regarded the cross-legged Alphonse on the floor. Their sharp teeth glimmered, looking like they were more like hungry wolves than dogs.

"Agent Zack, what should we do about foxboy over here?" Lulu sneered.

"Arrrr, tie him up and make him walk the plank, Pirate Lulu!"

Alphonse lurched backwards, both a mixture of amusement and confusion on his face. He felt like he should be playing with the brother and sister, no matter how childish the whole thing was.

"N-no!" He yelled, "P-please, not the plank!"

Both of them bellowed a laughter, and Alphonse joined in on them. His chest heaved up and down and felt his heart suddenly felt so alive after such a long day.

"I like you foxboy," Lulu said, "You've got guts, playing with big dogs like us."

Alphonse smiled shyly, then crawled over to the fireplace for heat.

Lulu snapped her fingers, "Ah, clothes!" she said then looked at herself, "And perhaps some for me as well. Little brother, you got me really wet, this time." She said and winked before she disappeared onto the doorway and her feet scurried sounded upwards as she went up to what Alphonse thought could be the staircase.

Zack crawled in beside him and regarded Alphonse with bright eyes, "I like you A-A-Alphonse." he said, mimicking the way Alphonse introduced himself earlier. Alphonse stayed silent, but regarded Zack with his own eyes.

The husky was a marvel to see, and Alphonse hadn't really noticed how Zack really looked like earlier when even his vision was clouded with rage and adrenaline. The husky was much bigger than he was, and even leaning down like he was, it was obvious that he was taller than Alphonse. It seemed to him that the husky's genes provided their family with considerable height above people who were already tall. Even Zack's shoulders were broad, more defined due to his shirt clinging on his body. Zack turned and grinned, catching Alphonse staring, and in a span of a moment, he had taken his wet shirt off and sat bare-topped in front of Alphonse.

Alphonse felt himself detach, like his soul were isolated from his body and his eyes observed the body of Zack with admiration. He watched gay porn before, and some men he watched had larger bodies than the husky, but none so striking as him. Sure he was sexually active, his sexual experiences, all of which were comprised of his paw and his own foxhood. There was a difference between seeing everything in third person and first person, and right now, he was feeling very, very elated. He was a nerd and he knew it, and his social life was roughly equal to that of an earthworm--Six feet under.

But now, he was looking at it with his own eyes.

Zack's chest moved, bustling with life and power, his chest weren't plump, but they were round and hard enough that he must've been disciplined enough to work out regularly for at least a year or more. A vibrant hue of red danced along his beautiful ebony fur at the far side of his chest, just beside his nipples, trailing towards his ribs, the back of his arms and his behind. In contrast, ivory fur trekked on his chest and down towards his developing abdomen which was defined into sinewy tight packs, moving in an exquisite chorus of motions as the husky breathed. Zack fumbled with his belt, and it only took Alphonse a second to know what he was about to do.

"No. Don't!"

"Stop teasing him Zack." A familiar voice said, and Lulu entered the room again. She had discarded her earlier clothes for a black tank top and shorts, and Alphonse noted that her patterns of fur was the same as Zack's though she had more curves around her hips and plenty of flesh on her chest. Their family was a gorgeous bunch and Alphonse felt that he shouldn't be under their majestic abode, at all.

Lulu dumped a pile of clothes on the floor, and the two men had zealously sauntered over at the top of the pile. Both of them fished for something to wear, Zack settling for a black V-neck shirt and white shorts while Alphonse reluctantly mulled on what to wear under the pile of clothes which were probably a few sizes too large for him.

Zack stood and gave him a wink before he strode off for the doorway and a second later, Alphonse heard a door shut close. His attention went back at the pile, some of them were a size smaller than Zack would've been, which meant that they were probably his clothes from when he was smaller. He fished again, and awkwardly noticed that...

"Girl's clothes. Dresses. Why are they mixed in this pile?" He said, looking up and balked when he saw Lulu beholding him with an amused grin. He shouldn't be complaining since they were letting him borrow what was theirs, but still, he wasn't amused with the racist undertone of the affair.

"I've always wanted to see a fox guy crossdress." She said.

"Us foxes don't do that. Don't be racist." He calmly said in spite of himself. It wasn't his place to argue.

"Oh." Lulu said, observing the frown on Alphonse, "Sorry, I just couldn't resist. I thought you were really cute and feminine--"

Alphonse glared at her.

"I'll shut up."

Alphonse sighed, "I can see what you mean though," he said then burst into a grin, "I've fooled many men into thinking that I'm a girl on this drag bar I go to."

"OOOOOOHHHH!" Lulu squealed and fell to the floor then crawled over towards Alphonse's side, "Tell me!"

Alphonse blushed, "Come to school sometime. The pictures are on the walls."

Lulu's expression changed to that of shock, "That's just mean!" she said, "What did you do about it?"

He sighed, "Well...I think I popped today. But ended up punching the wrong guy--Your brother."

At that, Lulu laughed, now that she alone was laughing and without Zack, it sounded more like a mix of a screech and laughter. Alphonse cringed. Even she was laughing at him, though he couldn't blame her. She and Zack seemed to be the humorous type, and he was the clown of the show.

"And here I thought he was finally bringing home another boy for the right reason. Boo hoo for him."

Alphonse glanced at her questioningly, "I'm...the first?"

"Yes! And I see you got each other wet already!" She teased, nudging him on his ribs.

"You've got the humor of a drag queen." he said, "I can see why your brother turned gay."

"Oh psshh. He was already gay before he was even born!"

"You--"

"What's this about me being gay? Hmmm?" Zack appeared from the doorway and leaned on it like Lulu had been earlier.

Lulu looked at Zack with an amused face, "I said you were gay before you were even born."

To which, Zack stuck his tongue out at Lulu then turned his face to Alphonse, "You changing? Bathroom's by the staircase."

Immediately, Alphonse took his chosen clothe, specifically male, mind you, and went past the figure of Zack on the doorway. Like he said, there was a door by the side of the staircase. The lights were on and he entered and closed the door behind him, catching a glimpse of Zack peering at him by the far doorway before the door fully closed. He swallowed the lump on his throat.

Zack. Hot. Hitting on him.

That's a first.

Or at least it is a first when he wasn't dressed in drag down at the club. He'd become a regular there, and had become quite a favorite among his or her peers and among the frequent bargoers mostly guys, only some of them girls--Which could've also been guys crossdressing, he didn't know. They loved him, for his colorful personality backed up with outrageous outfits, five-inch stilettos and a singing talent to boot, but mostly, because he was very convincing that he was indeed a real girl. They'd hoot and hit on him, pull him aside when he's done singing while searchingly touching his bra to see if there were indeed real boobs in there, but of course he'd accidentally step on their feet with his stiletto's heel until they screamed. All of the attention given to him at that place was all for the mask he was wearing.

He wasn't wearing any right now.

It mystified him that someone who was good-looking and beautiful like Zack would actually pay attention to him, albeit not starting with a good impression--unintentionally punching him in the cheek and getting tackled over a river. But still, the guy was hitting on him, hard. It was a little more than unnerving for Alphonse but it also struck him with a bolt of excitement of the possibilities that could happen between them. His sister even liked him! That was a good thing...right?

"Al? Are you okay in there? You're taking long."

He snapped from his daze, realizing that he'd been staring off for more than ten minutes. He whirled his head and shouted, "Uh yeah! Sorry, I'll be out in a minute!"

Quickly, he slipped his wet clothes off and dried himself with a towel hanging by a towel pole on the wall. He gripped at it and realized that it was somewhat wet to the touch. His ears flicked and a grin spread on his muzzle, a devilish idea coming into his head. He brought it close to his nose and sniffed, the unmistakable musky scent of Zack enveloping him. It was strong, and definitely male, heavy. He must've cleaned his balls with this.

His gaudy mind was practically already making a pornographic film of him and Zack as the lead stars, doing god-knows-what. It did it's job of stirring his foxhood from his sheath, sliding until it was halfway out. With a gasp, he looked down at his own arousal, surprised that he'd indirectly taken part in fantasizing towards someone he just met.

Inappropriate, he thought. He groaned and took the bits of borrowed clothes on his paws and put them on in less than ten seconds. He picked his wet clothes from the tiled ground of the bathroom and stepped out shortly. The brother and sister was seating on the recliners by the fireplace. They conversed and Alphonse couldn't hear what it was about but he figured it was about him crossdressing with the way Zack was handling the feminine clothes on hid hand.

He cleared his throat as he entered and the two sat to attention to on him. He settled himself down on the floor in between the recliners since there were only two of them and Lulu was about to stand and offer her seat to Alphonse, but he waved her off with his paw and she sat back down.

"Those fit you well." Zack told him

"Agreed," she said, then held out one of the girly tank tops, "But I think this--" She stopped there, seeing Alphonse frowning at her again.

"Thank you," he murmured, "I should be leaving now."

"No!" Zack said, "Stay, at least until for dinner?"

"Or better yet, stay until next week!" Lulu offered, "Mom and dad's on vacation, and it's Friday. Please? Al?"

Alphonse scoffed. Nicknames already? he thought. "Sorry. I've got people to take care of at home."

"So...Dinner?" Zack's eyes brightened.

Alphonse shook his head, "I wouldn't want to go at such a late time, I live in the urbans."

"Then Zack will escort you to your house," Lulu said, nudging Zack's side, "Right Zack?"

"O-oh yeah!" Zack said.

A sudden cold sensation marred the whole of Alphonse's face, "No." he said sternly, "I'll be taking my leave now. My bag please."

Zack was about to speak but Lulu seemed to sense the change in Alphonse's manner and shushed Zack. She stood, and took his bag from the fireplace and offered it to Alphonse.

Alphonse took it, and gave way to his hardened face for a half smile, "Thank you."

Lulu returned the smile, although hers was wider, "You're welcome. Your stuff didn't get wet, good thing your bag was water-resistant. Your glasses though..."

"It's fine, they're fake." he said, and motioned towards the doorway, "I should be leaving now."

"Will you come back?" Zack asked, ears twitching towards Alphonse. His blue eyes were hopeful, his tone suggesting that he did want Alphonse to return. There was a childish manner to the way Zack was looking at him, and for a second Alphonse's hastily built defenses crumbled. Zack was beautiful, and Alphonse could feel that the husky genuinely want to get to know him. Alphonse hardened himself before he sunk further into this mess. He couldn't risk it, not now, not ever.

"No." his tone was dry, and he could see the Zack's brimming hopefulness extinguish like cold winds blowing against a meager candle.

Without a word, he turned and went straight to the door, Lulu mumuring something from behind him but he was already far off away and into the road. The sky overhead was gray, like an inverted ashtray had taken the place of the sea of blue. He broke off into a stride between walking and running, past the guardhouse and past the bridge.

In an hour, the scenery changed. The roads were two shades darker than the ones along in the school and compared to Zack's neighborhood, it was three shades darker. The apartment buildings on his sides were marred with vandalism, spray-painted in dark colors. Some were even read as if they were blood used as paint to write words of utter vulgarity. They could none other be the result of the explorations of the pre-adolescent children of the possibilities of their colorful and otherwise crude language.

Only a few streetlamps were lit, some of the bulbs broken, others missing, stolen by one of the neighborhood themselves. There were cries from an infant on one of the open windows. Some children jumped over their spray-painted hopscotch counter on the pavement, dirty, one of them even naked except for a diaper which reeked of urine and feces.

Alphonse passed by them silently, keeping his head low, yet, eyes always in movement. A sudden blaring of a car siren roared at his ears, and he realized that he'd carelessly kicked at a nearby car's tires and the alarm went off. Shortly, a man came out from the front door of the apartment where the car was parked at. He shouted a few curses on Alphonse and the latter waved him off and shouted his apologies back.

After a few more minutes of brisk walking, Alphonse slipped along an alley, carefully hopping over a pool of urine and stepping over a few cockroaches along his way. The alley was dark and damp, the sharp tang of urine and garbage hung heavy on the air, but Alphonse was already used to it that. It barely gave him much worry anymore. The darkness provided him a veil to slip through as well as the other people who lived with him, but still, sometimes, a flashlight wouldn't have hurt. He didn't want to fall faceflat directly on a pile of trash, or urine, or a dead body.

He shrugged it off, and felt his way along until he faced on what could only be a dead end. He listened and looked back the way he came from. There was no visible movement of shadows under the darkness, nor was any skittering of feet or any of the animalistic shouting that was so usual at this part of the urban jungle. The silence hung in the air, as heavy and as dark as the night sky on top of him. Nobody had followed him.

He turned to his side, and knocked at a metal door, hidden by the veils of darkness. He listened carefully, and soon, the sound of light feet registered until it stopped directly at the other side of the door. If it had been noisy, he wouldn't have heard it, and he wouldn't have spoken, but the person at the other side didn't open it.

Alphonse sighed.

"It's me dad. Not the police."