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A row of grandiose manors stood gallantly, looking as thought they peered out at the river across the street from them. The water flowed so gently as to appear stagnant and looked clear as air in his hand, tasting much like it. He flicked his hand to dry it before slipping his glove back on and adjusting his top hat, standing back up and brushing some stray dirt off his sharply tailored waistcoat. Unlike many of the others he saw about, his was shortened above the waist in the front and ended in two sharp fishtails in the back. He also opted for knee-length boots and pants which were more form-fitting than most others, “primarily for mobility” he would tell the odd questioner. The real reason was a bit more… complicated than that.

Out before him lay elegant brick walkways lined meticulously with floral arrangements and shrubs, his fellow gentlemen strutting about with their wives or ladies in court shopping or winning affections. Such status was attached to the ability one had for courting women. For marrying one and creating a family. It mattered little, he figured, if one were able to make their woman froth with desire or even elicit a noise in the boudoir. Nobody would see. Nobody would know. All they saw was someone reduced to the role of a child’s doll, to be carried about as a thing unconsidered by those around it. Desires and ambitions ignored. More than ignored, really. Never even known. His heart could not bear the idea of treating a woman, or anyone at all, with such cruelty and frost.

He knew he could never love them, anyway.

His melancholy internal monologue was brought to a halt when he heard from behind him “Sir Freeman?”

The surprise had him turn rather too quickly, almost knocking his hat and glasses off and nearly throwing his pocket watch to the ground. He quickly adjusted his state back to the pseudo-perfection he was used to presenting before focusing on the source of the voice. It was a young canine maid in uniform looking up at him with an intimidation speaking of her inexperience. “Yes. Do you need something?”

Without much of a shift in her nervous demeanor she made her request. “My apologies for startling you, Sir, but Lord Hinkle requests your presence at his manor if you would kindly spare the time.”

Lord Hinkle… the name may have sounded a bit funny, but the man behind the title was nothing short of a vision. A large, handsome gray wolf with striking hazel eyes and flowing fur he imagined to be quite soft to the touch. He let out a low sigh at the thought of it. Oh, how he longed for the privilege to find out… even just to stroke one of his lovely pointed ears or his long, bushy tail. He almost got lost in his thoughts again before he recalled being summoned by the wolf in question. Looking back at the young maid, he replied steadily as he could manage. “By any chance, did Lord Hinkle state the reason?”

“I am not privy to such information, I am afraid. He simply instructed me to extend an invitation.” Her hands were clasped together in front of her. “What answer shall I return to him?”

The answer was obvious enough to him. “You may tell him I- AWOOOOOOO!”

Sir Freeman stood wide-eyed and still as a statue after that little event, trying desperately to ignore the shocked looks of both the maid and the other denizens walking down the street. The maid eventually managed to break the silence. “…Sir?”

“Ahem. M-my apologies. Not sure what came over me just now…” He took another second to recompose himself before his second attempt at a reply. “Now then. As I was saying, you may tell him I will coOWOOOOOOO!”

Once again, both just stood there in disbelief at what was happening. A small number of passers by began walking over to the two, wondering what on Earth had gotten into this man. The look on the maid’s face had gone from nervous intimidation to concern. “Sir… are you ill?

After another few seconds he coughed to clear his throat. “S-sorry. What in the world…?” He only hoped Lord Hinkle would not catch wind of this, knowing full well such dreams were foolish. Once again, he did his best to ignore the forming crowd with their increasingly vacant gazes before answering. “I shall arrive shortly before tea tiWOOOOOOO-“

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“FUCK!” Owen shot up off the bed and looked frantically around him, expecting a scenic Old Timey town but instead seeing the blurry dark walls of his bedroom. His eyes were straining to see anything and he brought his hands up to rub the sleep from them. Then he suddenly remembered he wasn’t in the bed alone… or so he thought. “Sorry, Milt. Had a weird drea-“

And then, despite being slightly more muffled, a howl once again broke through the sound barrier and startled him. Feeling over the spot next to him, he noted the rumpled sheets and the absence of the wolf who normally occupied it. “The hell?” He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his glasses, slipping them on and flicking on the lamp. Looking back over his surroundings confirmed that he was, indeed, back in his bedroom. Alone. Looking down, he saw himself not in the suit he’d dreamed himself in but instead nothing at all, save for a blanket barely covering him. He wondered where his wolf was for a moment before yet another howl reached his ears and his eyes glazed over in both annoyance and sleepiness.

It was officially time to investigate this madness. With a quick stretch and yawn he hopped out of the bed and walked over to the laundry basket to fish out his underwear, figuring this wasn’t worth dirtying up a new pair. Once he’d slipped them on he walked out of the bedroom into the hallway, trying to figure out where the howling might be coming from and why the hell it was happening. He kept walking until he reached the living room, noting the clock on the wall reading that it was one in the damn morning. If they got a noise complaint for this…

As if on cue just to irritate him, another howl sounded through the apartment. From what he could tell, it was coming from somewhere in the kitchen. Determined to end this so he could get back to his sexy Victorian dreamscape, Owen walked through the arch connecting the kitchen and living room and was a bit surprised to see the door to the balcony was open. He instantly stopped and stood up on his toes, quietly making his way over and looking through the doorway out into the night. Or at least what he could see of it through the giant gray figure leaning forward on the railing.

And there he was. Milton, the big gray wolf who took the role of Lord in his weird Old Time fantasies, standing outside in the twilight looking up at the night sky with all of his fur on display. Wait… all of it?... The two concepts hit Owen at once like a speeding bullet train. Milton was outside, making WAY too much noise for this or any other hour, and to make matters even worse he was butt ass naked. Where anyone could see him. Normally, seeing his wolf in the buff got him excited. This, however, was genuinely terrifying. Jesus Fuck, if the wrong person saw this… still being quiet as he could, but now rushing to stop a possible catastrophe, he walked over to the balcony.

Milton, for his part, was busy staring up at the sky. The distant sound of another canine howling drew him out into a delightfully clement night, with nothing disrupting the old light of the stars minus the two of them. It wasn’t anyone he recognized but instinct had him responding in kind. He took a deep breath and prepared to unleash another one when he felt a hand clasp down on each shoulder like a vice. Immediately he jumped and let out a short series of surprised, angry barks before turning around with a growl in his throat. Almost instantly it diminished and turned into a light whimper when his eyes landed on the very perturbed face of his human, who began squeezing his shoulders even harder. That usually meant he was in trouble… oh boy. “Uhh... hey, sweetie… nice night out, ri-“ A hand flew up from his shoulder and muffled him without a single change in the human’s expression.

Letting out a breath to relieve at least some of his anger, Owen continued. “Honey.” He moved his hand off the wolf’s muzzle and started wrapping his arms over his shoulders. “You know I love you very, very much…” The soft fur rubbed against his torso and warmed him up against the cool night air, which he’d enjoy if not for the circumstances. “…but seriously, WHAT in the HELL are you doing?!”

Uh oh. Angry Owen. “…nothing you should worry about.”

“You’re out here naked, where everyone can see you, being loud enough to wake a graveyard. I DEFINITELY need to worry.”

…okay, probably better to downplay. “Relax, Owen. It’s not-” It wasn’t even a second later that he felt the human reach down and grab a wad of his chest fur, making him flinch.

“Milt, it’s one in the morning. Also known as Too Early For This.” Owen pulled back from his wolf, keeping hold of his fur. “So just get in the house.”

“But I’m in th-“ He yipped when he felt his human pull the fur in his hand.

“In. The. House.” Not letting himself waver at the sound of his wolf whimpering, he gave the fur another light pull. “BEFORE you get us arrested.”

“Okay, fine… geez.” His ears were flat against his head now and he frowned under Owen’s hand tugging on him. No sense arguing with him when he got like this. Within that small human lived a fire-breathing dragon…

Within about ten seconds Owen had pulled his wolf back into the kitchen, Milton flinching each time his chest fur was tugged a bit too hard. Once the door was shut and the blinds were pulled over, Owen let out a sigh. “I hope to Christ nobody saw that. Now then…” He turned back to face the wolf, looking like he really wanted to be enraged but was just too tired to pull it off. “What possible reason could there be for ANY of this?”

Milton settled onto one of their dining chairs and just sat silently for a few seconds, ears and tail drooping. “It’s… just a dog thing, babe. We all do it.”

He literally couldn’t believe what he was hearing from the wolf, and not just because he was exhausted from the rude waking. “You all howl into the night in the buff?”

“I mean, not necessarily naked, but…”

“’But’ what?”

“It’s just how we like to talk sometimes.” He spoke as if this were the most obvious facet of existence.

Owen just closed his eyes and tried to process that. “You… we’re in the age of smart phones and the Internet. You have at least four or five far quieter ways to talk sitting on the end table. Why would you ever need to do this?”

The wolf huffed out before responding. “You could download literally hundreds of books onto a tablet, but you still fill entire rooms with them.”

At that, he crossed his arms and managed a glare. NOBODY messed with his books… “My books don’t wake the neighborhood at midnight.”

“But they DO take up space.”

“Quietly.”

“You’re missing the point…”

“No, YOU’RE getting off-topic.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed out. “Look. Can we just deal with this in the morning? I’m not awake enough to process it.”

“It technically IS the m-“

“MILT.” The wolf’s ears flattened when his human’s eyes locked on him again for a few seconds. Then he remembered he was tired and shut his eyes, blowing out a breath and crossing his arms. “I really don’t want to do this right now. Can we please just go back to bed?”

“But I’m not tired…” Without a word Owen cracked open his eyes and started walking over to him, arms still crossed. Milt started leaning away from the approaching human, not really sure what he was up to. “Umm, what are you doing?” Both hands clamped down on the wolf’s shoulders, making him jump in surprise before he felt something rubbing the outsides of his hips.

“Oh, ’nothing you should worry about.’” At this point he shut his eyes and slid his arms across his wolf’s shoulders until their chests were touching. His hands ran down the soft furry back and he nuzzled into the side of Milt’s head, blowing a warm sigh into his fur. It almost became a moan when two fuzzy paws found their way to his sides and started tentatively rubbing.

“Umm, Owen…” Nice as it felt to have his human against him, something felt reeeally off about this. “This is nice and all, but… weren’t we arguing just thirty seconds ago?”

“Well, now we’re doing this.” He lowered his head and rested his chin on Milt’s shoulder.

Despite everything, Milt felt a stir in his loins at the implication and snaked his arms around his human’s back. “Uhh, hehe… ‘this’ being…?”

And just like that, Owen had him right where he wanted him. Without much hesitation, despite being very tired, he wrapped both his arms up around his mate’s neck and hugged it. “’This being’ giving you two choices.” He swore he could feel the wolf’s ears droop. “We either go to the bedroom and sleep like this on our bed, or I just pass out here on top of you. And if I wake up on the kitchen floor, no belly rubs for a year.”

Wow. Straight for the big guns. “Owen…”

“We’ll talk in the morning, I promise. For now, I wanna snuggle my wolfie…”

…the hell? Since when did he call him ‘wolfie’? “Uhh…” Then he felt his human go limp against him and drop his head down on his collar bone… he was actually falling asleep

With the line between reality and fiction conveniently blurred… “Mmmmph… so soft…” He felt like his whole being was wrapped up in a warm fuzzy hug, and to be fair at least part of him was. After a short drift through the twilight his mind built an image of him lying in a big four-pillared bed with ornate wood carvings, nothing between him and the world but a silk sheet barely covering his rear. And right under him was an equally naked wolf man wearing only the monocle he’d always found oddly alluring. The idea of fur brushing against his bare torso was amplified by the actual fur on him, making it all feel real in spite of his half-conscious state.

Although Milton was tempted to wake the sleepy human so he could free himself from the chair, it did always feel nice when his fur was rubbed like this. And at least part of him was eager to see where this was going.

“Mmmngh…” Still picturing his mate as an English gent stripped down to his best features… “My Lord…”

…yeah, no. Not a chance he was passing this up. The wolf steeled himself and held his human up against him, trying not to laugh at what he’d just been called.

As his dream-like state gradually took him into an actual dream, he buried his face into his wolf’s neckfur and nuzzled it like a fuzzy pillow, blowing a breath into it and lightly moaning “Mmmph… lrrd hrnkl…” before going out like a candle

Both of Milton’s ears perked up at that. Did Owen just call him Lord Hinkle? And come on, how was he NOT going to use that later? For a solid minute the only thought going through the wolf’s mind was ‘Don’t laugh… don’t laugh…’ Owen’s weird fascination with steampunk and Victorian gentlemen was one of many quirks Milt had come to love about him, but he never quite expected to become a character in his dreams. But then again, given that the man came with his own library, maybe he should expect Owen to write stories about him.

Figuring he could decide on poking fun at his human or practicing his accent later, he maneuvered them so he could scoop him up and get off the chair. He couldn’t help grinning a bit at the thought of holding him like a damsel while he was dreaming of him as some high-status gent. The thought entertained him as he made his way through the living room, down the hall, and finally to their bedroom. The fur where Owen had been snuggling into him felt a bit cold as he laid him gently on top of the sheets. Looking down at the peaceful slumbering creature gave him a feeling of warmth to ward off the chill.

It was weird to think about that feeling. He’d only seen humans sporadically when he was young, since they didn’t interact with anthros very much outside of large cities. Back then, he didn’t think much of them. They seemed alien and weird, but relatively harmless. As he got older, though, he found himself becoming oddly interested in them. College was the first time he’d ever seen so many in one place, and he found himself fascinated by what he encountered. They were as different from each other as they were similar to their counterparts. And Owen? Well, he was just in a league all his own. A spicy bookworm who secretly loves snuggles… and risky gay romance tropes. Kind of fitting given their own relationship. The little human and his Big Bad Wolf… hehe.

With the reminiscing quota filled it was finally time to get in bed. Once he was lying down behind his human and spooning him, he made note of the claiming bite on Owen’s shoulder. The night they became mates… even if they did squabble now and then, that would always serve as a reminder of what they meant to one another. Before he let himself drift off, he slipped off the human’s glasses and gave his shoulder a few tender licks, getting a light moan in response. He couldn’t keep back a light laugh at what he imagined Owen was dreaming before he finally closed his eyes…