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Cerberus

Chapter 6: Fuck You!

Flynn was in someone’s lap, a tender hand stroking him. It was odd though. The drugs and delayed reactions made him feel like three hands were petting him simultaneously, but it was more like the hand would jerk through his minds perception. How strung out was he?

“You are doing wonderful my son,” the voice spoke so clearly and rang with such softness it was like he was in a mother wolf’s den, curled up with his brothers and sisters. “Keep going…”

“Where are you? I can’t see you…” Flynn’s voice was frail and airy, as though he were a pup and didn’t have the strength yet to fully form words.

“You have yet to open your eyes my sweet son,” the voice continued, that tender hand stroking over his back as he curled further in on himself. Whoever she was, he felt safe in her presence.

“I’m…fully grown though…”

A giggle that sounded like crystal bells tinkling wormed it’s way through the warm, fuzzy, darkness.

“You are still just a pup, barely old enough to nurse, but your sisters shall help you. They will make you strong.”

“Are…are they the one’s you asked me to find?”

“No, but don’t worry about that right now. You focus on licking your wounds. Once you are ready, you’ll know what to do next.”

“Who…who are you…” Flynn tried to open his eyes, but they refused to open. His lids were so heavy.

“Keep going…”

Flynn felt that presence waning, floating away as those hands cradled him.

“Wait…I…I don’t know what to do.”

“Keep going…”

Flynn started to struggle, grappling, his paws batting and trying to claw at that presence to prevent it from leaving. He craned his neck, and through his lids he could see a bright light. It was white and soft, yet radiated power. It didn’t sear his retinas through his lids, but he could feel it burning a circle in his vision.

Then his lids fluttered open. The light was gone and he was in bed. It was dark, but the afternoon sun sliced the room from a split in the curtains. Gold light filtered through and cast the room in shades of amber. It was a sparsely furnished, the only other pieces besides the bed was a nightstand, a dresser, and a closet.

Flynn sat up, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the muzzle glowing before him as it suppressed his magic. The wolf rolled his eyes as he felt a coolness seep in, but it was much more manageable. He glanced to the side and saw that his phone was on the nightstand along with a pair of red glasses.

“Fucking Damian,” Flynn groaned and put his head in his hands. “Why did I go to him?”

Then he paused, his eyes going wide as he dropped his hands from his face. How did he get here? Already his dreams were gone, lost as quickly as they came, but he was sure there was something from that drug induced haze he could glean. The shattering of that window and the flying shards…then the glint of teeth and warmth…a real powerful warmth.

“Cerberus,” Flynn shook his head. “He saved me…but why?”

“Because I had to,” Cerberus growled. Flynn almost jumped out of his skin as he looked to the other side of the bed. Sitting on the floor in the corner was Cerberus.

“What the fuck are you doing here! Get out!” Flynn bunched up his blankets and tried to cover himself up.

“Is that any thanks to the guy who saved you from being one of Damian’s whores?” Cerberus rumbled, but his collar glowed at the command. “Fine, I’ll go, but only because I can’t stand to be in the same room as you.”

Cerberus stood up, his massive form almost smacking the ceiling as he lumbered his way around the bed. Flynn had almost forgotten how massive the big guy was.

“I’ll be right outside. You can rest easy.”

“I don’t want you here,” Flynn growled.

“That makes two of us,” Cerberus snorted, his nose spraying a bit of smoke as he did so. “Fuck, you almost looked cute when you were asleep, then you had to go and ruin it by flapping your cock holster.” Cerberus got to the door and opened it up, his massive paw engulfing the entire handle.

“Wait…” Flynn squeaked out.

“What,” Cerberus growled through a clenched jaw as his collar held him in place.

“I…Why did you save me?”

“Because, I want out of this fucking pact you tricked me into,” Cerberus growled, jabbing his thumb at his collar. “And I made a deal to break it, but they wanted you alive and well.”

“What? Who is they?”

“The three sisters,” Cerberus huffed. “I don’t know what they want with you, but as long as it gets you off my dick, I don’t care if they skin you alive.”

“They’ll what!”

“Yeah,” Cerberus chuckled before turning and leaning on the doorframe, crossing his arms. He was wearing his usual attire. Did he have any other clothes? “Maybe scoop your eyes out and make jam with um.”

“Wait…you’re fucking with me,” Flynn sighed as he rubbed his temples, his fingers brushing against the straps to his muzzle. That’s when he realized he could talk. “Shit, I can talk?”

“Yeah, the sisters removed the silencing runes from the muzzle,” Cerberus sighed. “They wanted to make sure you could command me if needed.”

“Command you?”

“You still haven’t figured it out yet?” Cerberus cocked a brow. “Are you really that fucking dense?”

“No,” Flynn blushed, his face burning as he barked back his remark. “I just…I just don’t know exactly what’s happening.”

“I’m sure you don’t, dumbass,” Cerberus huffed. “Am I free to go?”

“I…actually…”

“What, fucking, now?” Cerberus growled, his claws digging into his own biceps.

“Jesus! I just wanted to thank you,” Flynn snapped.

“You can shove your thanks where the sun don’t shine, though with you everyone’s been getting a piece of that little hole. You so desperate for a fucking hit you found the only other hellhound in town willing to fuck a faggot ass junky like you.”

“Like I could turn to you!” Flynn snarled. “Every time I run into you, you try to find some way to kill me!”

“BECAUSE YOU WANT ME TO!!!” Cerberus roared, spit flew from his canines as his stance widened and his back fur bristled,.

“No I didn’t!” Flynn shot back, his voice shaking in a little fear. “When did I ask you to do that?”

“Back at the rave where we first met you dumbass!” Cerberus snarled. “You really had no idea what the fuck you were doing, did you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Flynn felt like he was going crazy. When did he ever ask him to do any of this?!

“YOU offered me a deal,” Cerberus stomped forward, jabbing his claw at Flynn. “YOU begged me to fuck you till there was nothing left. YOUR command that sealed the pact was to fuck everything out of YOU. So here we fucking are, at a stalemate. A fuck bucket that can’t be fucked empty, and the fucking sucker who fell for it.”

“I didn’t even know I could do that!” Flynn threw his hands up.

“And that’s what makes you so FUCKING INFURIATING,” Cerberus roared. “I can’t even be mad at you because you’re just such a dumb stupid bitch who lucked their way into trapping the one hellhound in the fucking world that couldn’t be bound!”

“Then why the fuck are you mad at me! I didn’t even know what I was doing! I just wanted to get laid! Not have my whole fucking life ruined by the biggest jackass in the fucking world!”

“Oh? I’m the jackass? I just saved your fucking life!”

“Because you had to!”

“And yet, here you are! Safe and sound! Even cured you of the hellhound drug stuff!”

“I…wait,” that took the wind from Flynn’s sails as he realized he wasn’t suffering from withdrawal.

“You’re kind of an ungrateful little whore,” Cerberus huffed, crossing his arms. “Save your life, get you clean, and the only thanks I get is a ‘fuck you.’”

“So you could have relieved me this entire time?” Flynn’s eyes narrowed at Cerberus, daring him to lie.

“No,” Cerberus rolled his eyes, those onyx orbs with icy blue irises a clear sign of his demonic origins. “The sisters are who wanted you clean. If I had my way I’d rut you so deep and hard you’d only ever come up from your drug induced coma to birth my pups, then get right back to growing my brood.”

“So these sisters, they wanted me alive and well, not you. You just wanted to fuck me into a corner before I learned about the little collar around your neck.” Flynn pulled his legs to himself, his voice soft as the fire in his gut extinguished.

“I…” Cerberus paused, looking at the pup so deflated was…annoying. “Whatever.” The hellhound leaned against the doorway. “Can I go?”

“No…” Flynn sighed. “I’m cold.”

“So? You want me to get you another fucking blanket?” Cerberus gestured with his hand vaguely.

“You know what I want,” Flynn sighed. “Can you keep me warm?”

“Fuck, I don’t even need to try with you, you’re so fucking easy,” Cerberus walked forward, throwing his jacket vest on the floor, leaving him in nothing but his worn jeans. The collar glowed softly around his neck, the intricate runes reminding Flynn of ancient elven languages in his fantasy games. The entire bed creaked and groaned as Cerberus laid down. It was a queen and Cerberus filled the fucker, almost pushing Flynn off before he pulled him closer to his side.

Flynn was going to protest the rough treatment, but as soon as he was held close by Cerberus, he started to murr. The warmth permeated his body, thawing any frost in his bones that had settled during his sleep. Cerberus smelled of his last cigarette and sweet burning cedar. Sandalwood and a fresh musk wafted off the big guy. It felt so good to be held in the crook of his arm, to be pressed up against that chest, that peck like a powerful pillow that beat with the sound of a strong heart.

And they folded together like two puzzle pieces; two very differently sized pieces, but they fit together none the less. Flynn’s leg wrapped up onto Cerberus’ thigh and his foot paw brushed against his knee. Wherever Flynn touched, it felt like he was laying down on hot asphalt, so much strong muscle beneath that fur and warm with hell’s heat.

“You’re like a furnace,” Flynn murred.

“Yeah, no shit,” Cerberus huffed, but Flynn could swear he felt that massive paw on his back pull him closer. Those digits slowly worked into Flynn’s fur as the pup thawed out.

They laid like that, Flynn’s one hand gently tracing over the ridges of Cerberus’ chest, lacing into the thick fur and chest hair as he kept his head on Cerberus pec. The wolf’s ear though was resting in the crook of the hellhounds arm, the thick, humid heat of that pit warmed his ear and made the pink flesh inside tinge red.

“So…the sisters have a way to break this binding?”

“It’s what they promised me,” Cerberus huffed, turning his head away, but his hand gripped the small of Flynn’s back, that palm like a heating pad.

“Promised you for what?”

“I already told you, bringing you here,” Cerberus grunted. “Clean the cum out of your ears and pay attention.”

They were insults, but Flynn could tell they were hollow. Cerberus was simply trying to maintain some sort of composure even though he was bound.

“Do you know what they want with me?”

“Not a clue,” Cerberus shrugged, causing Flynn to sink further into the crook of Cerberus’ arm, that warm pit keeping that ear warm. “Though, I doubt it’s anything malicious. Not like you’ve been cutting into their business, so it’s probably got something to do with your bottomless mana.”

“So it is bottomless…” Flynn sank down, looking away for a brief moment. “I had a feeling that was the case, but I wasn’t completely sure.”

“If you had a bottom, I would have found it by now, or burned it out of you.” Cerberus huffed. “Either your reserves of mana are so massive that we can’t perceive a bottom, or you truly have infinite mana. It’s the whole reason we’re in this mess.”

“Sorry…” Flynn sighed.

“You fucking should be,” Cerberus’ little quips felt pointless now. He was a dog on a leash and that leash was stuck to a clueless mage that wanted nothing to do with the big dog.

Flynn took a deep breath before letting it out slowly.

“When will I meet them?”

“Soon I hope,” Cerberus shrugged. “Those bitches always run on their own schedule.”

Flynn gave a half chuckle, a smirk playing at his lips.

“The fuck is so funny?” Cerberus turned to look down at him.

“No, it’s just…I think this is the first real conversation we’ve had…we went straight to fucking each other’s brains out and then to being at each other’s throats.”

“Well, don’t get used to it. I don’t give a shit about small talk.” Cerberus relaxed back into the bed.

“Yeah,” Flynn rolled his eyes. “You only give a shit about pussy and gorging yourself on this hot ass.”

“Fuck you, Flynn,” Cerberus snorted. “I only give a shit about myself. I’d raw you down with a hate fuck right here and now, just slam you into the mattress and try to break your pelvis with my thrusts, then really mark you. Make sure Damian’s licking my piss off my property and not just my cum next time.”

“Sure,” Flynn laid the sarcasm on thick. “That is, if I let you.”

“If you let me?” Cerberus growled, but there was a lusty hint to it. “You saying you’d be able to call the shots on me?”

“I don’t think, I know I can. Cerberus, I want you to—”

Before Flynn could finish, Cerberus opened his arm and pinned him into his pit, his voice lost as he was pinned inside that musky crevice. The leather muzzle gripped down on Flynns maw, that hot, humid pit was so thick with his man stink that it permeated through the leather, the actual sweat seeping in through the cracks that had formed from the ice frosting the leather over and over. Flynn squirmed as that thick musky pit funk started to fill his mask, his innate ability held inside his muzzle from being pinned, so it started to drip onto his nose and seep into his fur.

“Sorry? What was that Flynn?” Cerberus chuckled darkly. “Couldn’t hear you over you snorting my pits. You like it in there? Keep squirming if you want more.”

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