This choice: Both are males (Gay), race still same as original • Go Back...Chapter #3Both are males (Gay), race still same as original by: Unknown "Thanks again for having me over grandma, and for the tea.", the young man said upon feeling the frost bite into his cheeks, the wicker basket in his hands wrapped tight in warm mittens. Glancing down at his quary, Reed departed with a humorous, "I'll be sure that mum gets the quilt back in one piece.". He grinned as an amused scoff reached his ears, and he shut the door behind him, taking one last look at the woodsy cottage before he set on his way back into town. It was something of an inside joke, the last few words Reed gave his grandmother - his mum's mother hadn't been the least bit disheartened to see her own quilt being returned to her gravely injured, simply stating that it would give her a chance to finish what mistakes the tatterer had started to fix. The red head himself was surprised by the senior's reaction to the long gashes made in the hearty blanket, expecting some kind of sadness, or a gasp, or even a question of how it'd happened, only to get a small chuckle and a cookie to nibble.
Humming to himself as he started down the icy path, crystals crunching under his boots, it took Reed all of three seconds to prepare himself for the annoyed roughness that he'd been half anticipating the whole visit. "I'll be sure mum gets it back in one piece? Why don't you just admit that it was your lover who made those gashes and let her have some peace at night?", the great figure bitterly asked, stalking out from under the evergreen he'd been crouched under, brushing some snow from his shoulder which he wanted no more than the branch that had deposited it there. His reaction filled the young man's cheeks with some not so subtle amusement, which quickly matured to laughter.
"Oh, is the big bad wolf frightened of the kindly old grandmother becoming scared? That she'll bring out her shotgun and shoot the future furbag that damaged her hard work?", he chuckled teasingly, ignoring the angry steps that were being made towards him, "It's okay Meign, I'm sure that grandma has some idea of what did it, and she's not the kind to worry on that sort of stuff.".
The man only recognized the instinct to run when the thick pelt of black blocked out the sight of the white mud path, and by the time he jerked back the black beast had already seized his pink jaw.
"Well, I am, and if I've told you once Red, I've told you a thousand times, never refer to that story as it is with my race.", Meign growled down, stepping in time with his retreating partner till they were surrounded by tree limps, rough bark under the human's back and limbs. The wolf leaned down with a leer as he paired his silver moons with the other's round shamrocks, their breath clouding up between them, sandwiching the clothed one with his hulking frame.
"Yeah, well haven't I told you to stop stalking me to my grandma's house, big wolf?", the man talked back while quirking a brow, not affected in the least by the innate danger in his position, feeling the callousness of the paw still on his face.
"Then I suppose we've both not been listening, little man.", came the reply, gleaming teeth revealed.
"I suppose not.", Reed finished.
The mutual annoyance on the pair was the same as two generals staring each other down, neither of the two even blinking lest it give their foe an advantage. Of course, it didn't last for long, more of a hoax than anything else; the human's features softened as his peepers were the first to be hidden by his lids, a smile slowly prevailing over the strict glare he'd put on, and he didn't need to look to know that Meign was doing the exact same thing. Reaching up to behind the shaggy head, Reed accepted the kiss whole heartedly as it was given, pale lips sliding over the black pair as they met, tongues lapping among one another in greeting.
A few drops of saliva remained on the man's chin as their heads separated, the string between them falling to be lost in the snow. What had once been irritation was now comfort, and the expression one bearer wore complimented the other's without question, the wolf's paw cupping the exposed, red cheek as Reed started again, "I missed you.". There was happiness in those words, if loneliness as well, for the weeks they'd been forced to stay apart, of good times and bad missed together.
The padded thumb ran over the soft skin as the wolf replied in kind, "I missed you too.", gently resting himself against his love's own, smaller form, the tree behind the clothed back relatively generous to the pair. Meign nuzzled the exposed ear as those mittened fingers stroked as well, warm jets from his wet nostrils warming the cool flesh in a way he knew was pleasant. He could just barely feel the human's own as the pointed rosy nose poked into his fur coating, taking in the slightly wet, woody scent.
"It's cold out.", the human stated simply, allowing the basket to fall to the drift, its contents protected by the wooden weave. The now free hand wrapped itself around the furred back, fingers brushing away errant ice crystals that had formed some night before in the tangled fur.
"I'm not.", Meign replied, smiling despite himself, "'Comes with the fur." That incited a similar look from his lifebound other.
"And I'm clothed.", Reed said, the human looking up with a subtle victory in his sights. The smile on his face widened when he realized he was wrong.
"Not for long you aren't.", the wolf swiftly countered back before darting his head into the fluffy collar of the dark jacket, his partner laughing uncontrollably as he felt the velvety tongue run along his collar bone, lapping away at the delicate skin beneath all those cloths. The laughs died down as their source drew away again, both males kissing once more under the tree's cover before Meign drew himself to his full height before Reed.
"I really missed you Red, more than any other time we've been apart.", he told his furless mate, the indirect message in his words being read loud and clear by the one before him.
"I know.", was all that was said, and indeed all there needed to be said, as the mitten that had been on the wolf's head was placed on his paw, keeping the cool appendage where it was on the warm cheek.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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