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"Intervention"

The sound of birds outside his window made Donell slowly stretch and open his eyes. His leg dangled down over the bed and the smell of early morning bacon struck his nose like a land mine. He yawned and just as slowly sat up before looking around. He didn't even remember going to bed the night before, but it didn't matter too much he got up and slowly made his way to the bathroom that was adjoined to the room and let out a long groaning drain. Flushing and not forgetting to wash his paws, he stepped back out into the room where he spotted Dranzer had poked his head in and spotted him; making the dog jump suddenly and conceal himself behind the bathroom door's frame.

"Dad! Come on!" He complained. "Do you really gotta poke your head in without knocking.

Dranzer looked at him somewhat stoically. "Just making sure you are in one piece, Donell. How are you feeling?"

"Embarrassed, for the most part." He answered. "Do you mind?"

The dragon king rolled his eyes before withdrawing his head and closing the door. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

"Yeah, when I was like... eight." The dane said as he walked into the bedroom and slipped a pair of white briefs on. "Not every dad has the ambition of seeing their grown up children naked."

"You aren't grown up yet." Dranzer said.

"What do you want?" Donell said as he pulled on a pair of blue jeans and opened the door to stare at his father in the face.

Dranzer peaceably put a claw up to stop Donell from shouting before he spoke. "I'd like to talk to you about Shiron." Donell felt his eye twitch; it usually was a bad thing that his father wanted to speak about his ex, and a lot of times it was the same thing about how Shiron was no different than Drake and that he should consider spending time going after a female instead of chasing boys everywhere. "He really cares for you." He said, bringing Donell's attention to screeching halt.

"What?" He asked, using a finger to clear anything that may have been blocking his hearing. "I'm--I'm sorry there must have been something in my ear there..."

"I was wrong to have kept you two apart, I see that. If it hadn't been for me, you may not have gone after the earth-born Drake."

Donell brought his fingers up in confusion. "So... you regret pulling me and Shiron apart because I moved on to someone else and what? You want me to get back together with him?"

Dranzer shook his head. "No, no. I mean to say is that I don't care anymore how things are between you, or how things were. Son, I respect your choices and your decisions; I just want you to know that."

"Why do I feel like there's a 'but' coming?"

"No buts." Dranzer said. "However, I do have a favor to ask of you."

"Dad... on earth 'but' and 'however' mean pretty much the same thing..."

"Do they?" He raised an eyebrow. "How strange." He added with a smirk after which his features returned to a more stoic position. "Now, I would like you to speak with him." He said. "Not on a personal level..." He said off Donell's sudden glare. "As a favor to me, I think he just feels put off by your affections with Drake. Maybe on the hope of clearing things up, you could accompany him out to dinner..."

"You... you're asking me to ask Shiron out on a date?"

"Why would I ask you that? I don't like the idea anyway, but I figured it would help clear things up between you two. I don't like my subjects with this... depressing demeanor. This is strictly a request from a father to son."

"Uh-huh..." Donell said dubiously.

With a growl of frustration, Dranzer furrowed his eyes. "Fine. Do whatever you feel is best, I thought I would be doing you two a favor. You were both good friends once, after all."

Donell paused, considering the dragon's words and he politely closed his eyes and shrugged. "I'll think about it."

Dranzer nodded. "Very well. Thank you, Donell."

The large dragon left the room, though the sound of his footsteps still echoed down the hall as he departed. The dog sighed and leaned against the bedpost. "This is going to be a very long day..."

The portal crackled as it opened and Arnold's feet hit the wet sand. He almost fell forward but stumbled, catching himself just as the gravity finally gripped him back. He looked up into the bright sunny morning sky and turned around to see the waves of the ocean crashing in around his feet. He'd been deposited on a cove just on the other end of the beach from the apartments he stayed at with Terrence. He pulled the cellphone from his pocket and checked it for messages now that they had reception. "Twenty-six messages..." He said with a sigh. "Aw man, Terry. I'm sorry I was gone for so long." He rolled his eyes and checked the date; he'd been with the dragons for the last four days, and it was a fairly unexpected visit so he'd had no time to let him know he'd be gone.

"Mommy, daddy did you see? That man just appeared out of nowhere!"

Arnold looked up to spot two cheetahs and a young cub; presumably their son, who had wandered into the cove. Thankfully the parents were just turning around and probably didn't see his appearance. Arnold smiled kindly. "Some imagination, huh?" He asked.

"Are you kidding? Last time he had an imaginary friend we practically had to start charging it rent." The dad said, scratching the mane that traveled down his head. "Sorry about that."

"But daaa-ad!"

Arnold laughed. "Don't worry about it." He said.

As the dane followed the beach to the stairs that led up to the parking area, Arnold pulled his phone out again and dialed in Terrence's number. Dreading the screaming he figured he would receive, he was almost relieved that it was his voicemail that picked up:

"You've reached Terrence's number. If you don't know who I am, I suggest you hang up now. If you do, leave a message!"

It was quick, concise and blatant; just like Terrance himself. Arnold breathed deep as he waited for the tone. When it came up he cleared his throat: "Hey, Terry. It's me. Sorry I haven't been in touch, I had to go out of town, it was sort of... last minute. Anyway, I'm headed to the apartment. If you get this message, meet me, will ya? Or give me a place to come to you. I'd like to see you, been missing ya." He ended the message and hung up the phone.

It was a hot day, Miami was typically hot at the height of summer and even in a light blue button up shirt hanging open, the breeze just wasn't enough. Arnold slipped his shirt off, going topless and tied it into a band around his waist as he walked. Smiling non-chalantly at passersby, who had probably seen worse than a musclebound dog making his way along the shoreline strip. It took about fifteen minutes before he turned onto the street that led down toward the apartment complex where he lived when his shoots brought him to Florida. Passing by Earl's Grocery store, Arnold stopped to take a peek inside; ever since he convinced Terrence to quit, he'd gone from being a regular there to just another face on the street. He was the one who had convinced Terrence to quit after the details of his life as a criminal came up. He didn't want him getting in any more trouble than he had to be in. It was a rough quitting too; to the point that Earl not only banned Terrence from the store, but almost had him arrested on the sheer suspicion of something going on.

The memory made Arnold growl and he simply stuck his hands into his pockets and continued on. It wasn't like Terrence was a bad guy; he just had made bad choices, getting with a woman who abandoned them after they had children, trying to get out of his life as a thug and away from a life with drugs, Arnold did his best to shelter him. But there were always doubts about if he happened to leave town unexpectedly. How would things go? Terrence didn't seem to be the type to just hold things together on his own. Extracting his wallet from his pocket, Arnold approached the building casually as anyone else, nodding to the doorman as he swiped his residence card through the reader and moved on past. He got to the elevator and pressed the key for the seventh floor. Once the elevator reached the floor he stepped out into a long corridor that led down toward his condo.

"Come on, where are you?" Arnold asked himself as he pulled out his phone and checked for messages again.

As he stepped into his apartment, the first thing he noticed were the clothes folded up neatly on his sofa. Putting his keys down, Arnold peered around the apartment. "Hello?" He called out as he walked across the room. He paused and looked at Terrence's normal spot; insisting on sleeping on the couch, his blanket was there, but he was not. "Terrence?"

"In here." The voice made Arnold jump a bit and he turned to look at the bedroom door, which was partially open. As he approached the door and pushed it open, Arnold's face felt like it lit on fire with the sight.

Terrence was sitting on Arnold's king sized bed his legs somehow dangling over and still not reaching the floor, his combined grey, white and smoky fur fluttering in the low breeze coming in through the open bedroom window. Mixed with the fact that he was sitting there completely naked, the large wolf leaned back on the bed some, his ears folding at the hint of vulnerability as the dane stared at him with a gawking gaze. Arnold had seen Terrence naked before, but never like this. He hadn't encountered the wolf; who was thick a beer can and as hung as a hose looking at him with such intent. "T-Terry... what's up?"

"I got your message earlier." He explained. "Haven't seen you in a few days, and it got me to thinking I haven't even thanked you properly for shaping up my life. Getting me out of a bad situation and opening my eyes." He looked at Arnold with an utmost serious gaze. "I want you to fuck me is all I'm saying." He stated. "If I'm gonna want a guy, I want you to be the first."

Arnold smirked a bit. "You sure you know what you're asking?" He said. "I mean, I've been gone a few days, you didn't hit your head or anything, right?"

Terrence didn't say anything, he scooted forward and off the bed. He walked over to Arnold and wordlessly pulled him into a kiss.

The two locked muzzles for what felt like an eternity. Arnold gladly returning the gesture by putting his hand on the side of Terrence's face and locking him into the kiss. Their tongues slithered along each other, exploring the other's mouth in a warm, passionate embrace. Immediately, as Arnold lowered his arm, he noticed a firm cock pressing against his still-bare stomach and his hand wrapped around the wolf's left cheek and he gave it a firm grab, tugging the muscle a bit as he pushed himself harder into him. They barely had a moment to catch their breath as their kiss switched sides and Terrence grabbed the sleeve of Arnold's shirt and tugged it off of his waist before eagerly yanking on the front of the dog's jeans.

"Mmmm..." Arnold growled playfully as he felt his pant button loosen. "You've done this before."

The wolf's grin didn't leave his lips as he pulled Arnold into another kiss and let his pants drop soundly to the floor. Their cocks touched and pushed together hard between them, each feeling the wet precum dripping down over their sex and filling the air with a salty-sweet aroma. Terrence reached down and grabbed their flesh, pressing them together for a brief moment with a firm grip that made Arnold grunt lustily. Their lips parted and Terrence lowered his mouth to Arnold's nipple, giving it a wet lick before nipping and then sucking on it. Arnold moaned a bit, puffing his chest as he pushed the wolf's muzzle against his nipple. He growled, enjoying the moment as the wolf moved from one to the other. The ache in his loins made them feel like they were on fire; he'd never gone from cool to this extremely turned on before. He was dripping all over the two of them and as he started to grind his hand on their flesh, it began to get slippery.

Terrence felt Arnold's hands shift from his cock, around his hips and squeeze his cheeks, he knew what the dog wanted, and he knew he wanted to get things off right. He leaned forward, lowering himself down as Arnold shifted his hands to help guide him. Taking the massive flesh, the wolf wrapped his mouth around it and moaned at the overwhelming smells that flooded his senses. His hand tugged on Arnold's heavy balls and pushed up against them each time Terrence engulfed the flavor. It was a bitter taste, but the wolf quickly began to get used to it, his lust and the heat of the moment making him all the hornier as his thick wolf tail began to sway uncontrollably. His hands began to wander, down and around Arnold's thighs and back up to squeeze the dane's muscular ass. His tongue wrapped around the shaft in his maw, his hunger growing as Arnold's hands shifted from the wolf's head to his shoulders. He pulled ever so softly upward and Terrence rose, dragging his tongue along that wet shaft like it were an ice pop.

Arnold aggressively threw his maw forward and kissed Terrence passionately. Terrence was almost completely knocked back but instead slid up onto the foot of the bed, pulling the dog with him. Their lips smacked loudly as Arnold rested on top of him, their bodies pressed together almost completely. "Mmm you sure about this?" He asked teasingly.

"Just fuck me..." Terrence said out of breath from all the heat.

"Turn over then."

Terrence nodded and as Arnold slowly pulled himself back, the wolf turned over. Arnold ran his hand over the wolf's rump, squeezing and pulling the meat apart to reveal the pucker between them. He breathed over the flesh and began to explore it with his tongue. Terrence moaned and sighed as he felt it, his entire body tensing up and then relaxing each time the dog's tongue pushed into his ring. Arnold leaned back, toying with the wolf by letting his cock come to a rest between Terrence's cheeks, adding a little pressure as he reached toward his nightstand. He opened the drawer and extracted a small bottle of an amber liquid and returned to his position. A cold string of wetness made Terrence tense up, but after a few seconds it began to grow warm. Arnold had glistened a good portion of it on himself and between the tip of his cock and Terrence's anus. He leaned back and moaned as he pushed forward a bit. "Mmm this might sting a little for your first try...." He whispered.

"Nnnhhh!" Terrence bit into a pillow as he felt the tip of Arnold's cock press against his entryway. His body shook but the lube and the brief warmup helped with it. He moaned and grunted as he felt the pop of the thick tip as it forced its way inside. He hissed as his ass wriggled under the dane's body.

Arnold smirked, he could see that Terrence was enjoying it. "You okay?" He asked as the warmth of the lube around his shaft was beginning to heat it up even more.

"Mmm-hmm..." The wolf replied. "K-keep... going..."

Arnold couldn't resist it any longer, he pushed his body forward, arching Terrence's back under his weight. Terrence moaned loudly and his hips shifted in response and came back down hard along the dog's length. He wasn't just loving this, he was reveling in it. Arnold bucked himself forward hard, making the wolf gasp and grunt in pleasure. The dane's fingertips scratched through the wolf's fur and the more he heard Terrence moan, the harder the thust himself forward until he could feel his butt on his stomach, his balls slapping wildly against his own. Terrence stretched his body out, his arms reached forward, exposing his back muscles, which flexed beautifully for him. Slower; more deliberate now, Arnold worked himself into a rhythm, knocking the wolf forward again and again. He untucked his muzzle from the pillow and let out a long breath. "Mmmm... fu-fuck yes..." He panted.

Pressing his palm firmly down on the small of Terrence's back, Arnold continued to grunt as he watched the wolf's butt rise and fall with each of his long thrusts. Each one felt like a good minute from start to finish, but they both knew that time wasn't moving that slowly. He slowly pulled himself back as the tension eased and Arnold thrust it again, this time so hard, he made the wolf whimper in muffled pleasure.

"C'mere..."

Arnold's gasp was the last thing keeping him from cumming right then, he pulled his cock completely from Terrence and grabbed him by the legs, flipping him over so he now faced up. Terrence's cry was renewed as Arnold pulled him forward, placing the wolf's legs on his shoulders before leaning forward and penetrating him again. Terrence's back arched up slightly as he howled in pleasure, precum shooting from his tip like a faucet. Placing his hand behind Terrence's backside, he pulled him so close now that their bodies were locked together at the hip. He leaned down and kissed the wolf; though the position really only allowed for sloppy passing kisses, Arnold felt Terrence's arms around his neck, his legs as far apart as possible for a canine of his size. His moaning increasing, Arnold could feel the throb of the wolf's cock under his stomach ready to pop like a cork. He grinned a bit and pushed himself against Terrence's cock, grinding his stomach against the wolf's balls. He shuddered and grabbed at the bed sheets before letting out an insanely guttural growl. Finally he let out a bellowing wolf howl before his body began to convulse. Each shot striking Arnold's abdomen, Arnold groaned in delight at the smell, the taste of the wolf's semen. He leaned his head down and began to lick at his chest dragging his tongue across every inch of it and tasting the salty taste that came from him. He couldn't hold back anymore himself, grabbing Terrence's upper thighs and huffing as he lifted the wolf's lower body up some Arnold growled as he quickly hit his climax.

"AHHH! HAH!" He cried before suddenly letting loose.

Terrence huffed loudly as he felt his body fill with the warm injection, he was still cumming, though it had turned from jets and ropes down to a long trickle like a water fountain slowly beginning to subside. After a long holding, Arnold opened his eyes and smirked at the wolf. "You sure you've never been with a guy before?" He asked.

Smiling at Arnold's smart-assedness, Terrence reached up and pulled him down beside him, shivering as he felt the warmth of that final shot from the canid shaft as it fell out of him. He was breathing so heavily he felt like he was about to pass out. "Don't know why it took me so long in the first place..." He said.

The pair kissed again and Arnold noticed the long sliver of Terrence's cum that had shot onto his muzzle and gently licked it off. "Mmmphh now that we've gotten that taken care of, care to take a shower?"

It didn't take much convincing for the wolf to decide to take Arnold up on his offer. They kissed heavily on their way into the bathroom and once there, Arnold's shower felt almost like a jacuzzi; it was wide, spacious, it had several heads and enough room for them to sit down in. Terrence admired the tile work as he had enjoyed the shower a few times while Arnold was away and once they were good and soaked, he leaned back against the wall to relax. "How the hell can you afford a place like this?" He asked. "I'm sure the rent is more than my monthly salary was."

"In retail? Probably." Arnold shrugged. "But I don't pay for it, the studio does. As long as I do the occasional movie here in sunnyMiami. Which I'm not against." He said with a wink.

"Must be nice."

Arnold noticed that the wolf's full shaft gave a twitch and quickly moved in. Before Terrence could object, the dog had his tongue riding along the smooth shaft of flesh again. "Mmhmm.." He said slowly before devouring the shaft with his maw.

"Ahh--hahhh again? You insatiable animal..."

Arnold felt Terrence's body jerk in response to the sensation, his cock standing straight up in almost an instant as he tugged on the wolf's balls, scooting him somewhat forward. He quickly lowered and raised his head, letting his tongue do all the work tucking it into the folds of Terrence's balls to running over the head in long slow licks. He twisted his head, he felt the spring of precum gushing forth as Terrence moaned in delight. Pressing his digits against the wolf's used ass, Arnold felt the head jerk in his mouth and his hands tenderly fall on the back of his head. Arnold smirked at the equally insatiable wolf and continued to go down on him, letting his throat relax and feeling it slide into the furthest reaches of his mouth. He tightened his throat down and felt Terrence shudder again.

"Oh g-gods..." He moaned before suddenly giving off another load.

Arnold growled a bit and then took a second to swallow the generous amounts of seed gushing into his throat. It slopped and spilled over as he squeezed the wolf cock's base with his free hand. His other working on his own shaft. He released the wolf's member with a lap of his tongue and chuckled as he stood up again. "There you go, second helpings." He said.

"And what about this?" Terrence asked, his fingers working their way up the dane's length.

Arnold smirked. "I'll take care of it later." He said. "It's definitely an acquired taste, might want to work you into--"

He groaned as he felt Terrence's ready mouth around his cock. He huffed and leaned back; he was already very ready to go and watched Terrence's surprised expression as precum began to drain down his mouth and drip into the floor. His groan turned into a moan as he then grabbed the wolf by both cheeks and thrust himself in unexpectedly deep. Terrence gagged for a moment, but swallowed the shaft's tip. "D-don't say I didn't warn you---uughh..." He groaned as he began to slide himself out and back into the wolf's maw, feeling the canine's canines rubbing against his shaft. He was close, so close already and his fingers were clenching tight on Terrence's jaw now. Terrence closed his eyes, breathing between each thrust and swallowing the fluids as much as he could. His mouth made slopping noises every time Arnold pulled back, nearly letting the flesh fall from his lips, the wolf was so enthralled he didn't care that it sounded loud, hearing the slurps as they echoed through the bathroom. Arnold's hands tightened on Terrence's head, he was thrusting in so wildly now that his balls continually struck his chin with every rhythmic beat until finally--

"AAAAUGHHHHOOOOOOO!" The canine resounded in what resembled a dog's baying to a wolf's howl and suddenly the flood shot into Terrence's mouth.

It was bitter and foul; not exactly what Terrence expected, and he almost pulled back. But the scent of salty flavor at the back of his tongue that filled his sinuses was somehow alluring. He gobbled the flood, feeling it gush endlessly down his gullet as Terrence held his breath to swallow and he wasn't exactly being allowed to pull back either. There was a tremble and a shiver as the flow slowly began to abate and a calming sigh from the dane as he bucked deep into Terrence's throat and held himself there until every drop emptied from his balls. By the time he pulled back, Terrence let out a gasp and his mouth expunged a hefty amount he just didn't have room to swallow, which splashed onto the shower floor. The pair of them breathed heavily, if the shower weren't already full of hot steam, their exhales would have surely fogged up the glass.

"That--that wasn't so bad." Terrence said in between breaths before looking up at Arnold with a smile. "I could get used to it."

Arnold's ears flopped awkwardly as he laughed. "It really is an acquired taste; thanks for that, lover."

Terrence blushed as he was helped back to his feet and the pair continued their shower.

As they dressed, Terrence looked back at Arnold, frowning as he watched that cute dog butt disappear behind his clothing. "So... care to tell me where you've been the last couple days?" He asked.

"I've been helping my brother." Arnold stated vaguely as he put on a shirt and buttoned it up. "Sort of a family drama going on in my life right now."

"Is it... serious?" The wolf asked concerned.

Arnold shook his head. "Nah, just something that all of our family has to go through at one point. I don't really want to get into it." He shrugged. "Maybe later though."

"Sure sure." Terrence nodded understandably as he slipped his belt on and tightened it. "I know it's a little early for dinner and a little late for lunch, but I'm famished. Did you want to go someplace and grab a bite?"

Arnold smiled and placed a paw on his rumbling stomach. "I thought you would never ask." He said. "I've got to head back tonight, though it shouldn't be for as long. I'd like to spend the day with you."

Terrence smiled back. "I'd like that."

***

"Hey! Donell wait up!" Drake called after the dane as he ran toward him, finally catching up and catching his breath. "Man, I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Donell blinked. "You have? I've been here, it's a really small place you know." He smirked with a wink.

"Ha ha." Drake waved his hand in tune with his sarcasm. "But seriously, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the movies tonight. We'd have to travel to Earth again and whatnot, but I don't think that'd be a problem for you. It's a really good Western flick I've been dying to see."

Donell frowned a bit. "Aw I'm sorry, Drake. I may have plans tonight."

"May have?" Drake stared. "What do you mean?"

Donell sighed sharply and turned to Drake. "Well, my father... the man who raised me who hardly asks me to do any favors for him asked me to sort of... go have dinner with Shiron tonight."

Drake recoiled in shock. "Dinner? You're going on a date with him?! After what you said to me?"

"No, no. It's not like that." Donell shook his head. "It's more of a way for us--for me to tell Shiron that we might not be together anymore, but that I still consider him a friend."

"Weird way of telling someone that." Drake said sardonically. "Most people tell people things like that; they don't need to wine-em and dine-em."

"Are you seriously pulling the jealousy card right now?" Donell asked.

"Well come on." Drake stated. "I mean I practically have to be dragged here just to make sure you and your old flame don't get together, I put up with some really weird shit going on with you and these powers you've got, and now you're planning on going out with a dragon you were in love with--"

"'Were' is the operative word here." Donell said sternly. "Look, I know you've got your trust issues, I don't blame you. But this is just dinner between two friends, you need to understand that there's no romantic interest there. Okay?"

The weregarurumon grumbled a bit before responding. "O...okay... fine." He said. "I mean, I trust you completely Don. I'm just not sure I trust Shiron."

"Then trust me to make that judgement."

Drake nodded calmly. "Okay, Don. I will."

"Good." Donell answered with a smile now. "And I promise I'll make it up to you, how about we go see that movie tomorrow?" "Yeah. Sure!" Drake said, adding an upbeat tone to his response. "I know a place where the seats are the best. It'll be like you're in the movie."

"Sounds like fun, we'll make THAT a date." Donell said with a wink. "I'll see you around, Drake."

"Yeah..." Drake's tone returned to a more deflated one. "See you." He watched as Donell stepped into the house again and as soon as the door closed he cleared his throat. "See you don't get in trouble with that Shiron tonight." He said before turning to leave.

The house seemed to be larger than it was when they first got there; as if some sort of illusory magic was making it grow to accommodate the enormous party of dragons staying there. The trip through the halls seemed longer and they seemed to go off in more directions than Donell remembered when they first arrived. The rooms seemed to be larger too; such as the living room at the front of the house; as if the ceiling had grown a few feet in height and the walls were spaced a little farther apart. He didn't think much of this; magic among dragons was so common, he could just be imagining things and nothing had changed at all since they'd arrived. He spotted Patro sitting on the couch with a book in his claws, approaching him Donell cleared his throat, allowing the dragon to look up at him.

"Hey kid. What's up?" He asked.

"Patro, have you seen Shiron anywhere?"

"Even with my nose stuck in a book, I couldn't help but notice him passing by not too long ago. I think he went upstairs, I'd check his room maybe."

"Great. Thanks."

Donell climbed the stairs to the second floor and made his way into the hall. Down for bedrooms on the left was Shiron's room before, but he wasn't sure if the hall had changed either. Opening the door and poking his head in, he screeched as a mop and its bucket clattered out of a shelf and onto the floor. "Broom closet..." He surmised as he put the items back in and closed the door. He went down to another door and this time knocked on it. "Hey, Shiron. Are you there?"

The door opened and the large blue and white winged dragon poked his head out. "Oh hi Donell! Sorry, I'm just cleaning up a bit." He said as he stepped out of the room and into the hall, making it immediately seem smaller between him and the dane. "What's up?"

"Hey, look." Donell said as he cleared his throat. "It came to my attention that maybe I've been a little rough around the edges with you." He explained. "Not really including you in things or making you feel like you're welcomed."

"Nah. Not really... I mean I understand if you want to be distant, you've got a boyfriend now and I've got to learn that I shouldn't be jealous about that."

"But you shouldn't be distant." Donell shook his head. "I'm sorry if I seem like I'm keeping you that way, but I wanted to apologize and invite you to dinner tonight."

"Dinner?" Shiron asked. "With who?"

"Just... ahm... just you and me." Donell stammered. "I mean, to clear the air. I wanted to do something to help make you feel wanted."

"Donell, you're not asking me out to toy with me, are you?"

"I'm not asking you out at all." Donell clarified. "I just wanted to have dinner with you, I know this great little place in Los Angeles that you'd enjoy. It's cozy and sort of out of the way."

"Well..." Shiron pondered. "I mean if it'll just be the two of us, I don't even think I could say no." He said. "Alright, it's a date." He noticed the glance Donell suddenly shot at him. He smiled toothily. "But not really..." He corrected.

"Alright, great." Donell said. "I'll go get ready. It's a casual place, so you don't really need to dress up for it."

"Then why get ready?"

"Because I haven't showered yet this morning and I don't think they'd appreciate the B.O. in their restaurant." He answered.

"Oh, right." Shiron blushed. "Alright I will get ready too, meet you outside in about an hour?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Donell turned and walked away, leaving Shiron to stare rather obviously at the dog's swishing backside. He smiled and sighed as he stepped back into his room. As he turned and closed the door, he jumped at the sight of the dark dragon in the corner. "GYAH! You need to stop doing that!" He exclaimed to Dranzer. "You were so quiet I completely forgot you were standing there, your majesty."

"That was my intent." Dranzer answered with a growl. "Just as it is my intent that Donell had asked you out tonight. I want it to be a casual dinner, and hopefully whatever you two had years ago could rekindle a bit. You do want Donell as your mate again, yes?"

"More than anything." Shiron said. "But what do you think--"

Dranzer shrugged. "I was thinking perhaps adding a dragon to the fold might help Donell in controlling his powers."

"And if he doesn't want to get back together with me? What then?"

"I've simply set up the pieces, it's up to you to place them in the proper place." He said. "I trust that you will not fail me, Shiron."

"And if I do fail?" He asked.

Dranzer gave a shrug. "Then we will see who has more sway over the power of the shadow dragon." He answered.

Donell washed his face and dunked the rest of his head under the shower's running water. He felt it trickle down his torso and down to his feet as he turned around and let it hit him from every angle. Picking up his bottle of shampoo, he scrubbed it through his fur and let it drain out a full section at a time. As he reached his arm out, he noticed that his towel wasn't where he'd placed it and when he blinked to open his eyes, he saw Drake standing in the bathroom with a grin on his face.

"Need this?"

Amused, but not letting the weregarurumon see it, Donell snatched the towel from him and began to dab himself off. "Oh, very funny." He said, trying to sound stubborn. "How long have you been there?"

"Ah just a few moments, I knocked, but I didn't hear you answer."

"So you just walk in, huh?" Donell smirked.

Drake pulled the dog into a warm kiss. "I just wanted to apologize for before." He admitted. "I know I can get pretty jealous sometimes."

"It's not the jealousy I worry about, it's the lack of trust."

"But I do trust you." Drake explained. "I just let things get in my head sometimes."

Donell swayed his head back and forth. "It's okay, I forgive you. Trust me, Shiron knows better than to try something with me." He said. "If I need you, I'll call."

"You promise?"

"Totally."

"So where are you taking him?"

"This little diner I know called Joanne's Diner." He said.

"Oh, right you've mentioned that before." Drake said. "Is it that good of a place?" "It serves greaseball burgers in a dingy, yet alluminum-filled environment, so it's got its charms." Donell said. "I'll take Shiron there, talk to him about this whole situation and be back before ten. Okay?"

Drake's heart was still having doubts, but he still pushed a smile onto his muzzle. "Okay. Just don't let him put the moves on you, I don't want to have to fight a dragon to win you back."

"Heh. Deal." Donell said before stepping out of the shower. "Now get your butt out of here so I can get ready."

Drake sighed as he left the bathroom, spotting Duo at the end of the hall with a smug smirk on his face, the wolf approached him. "Hey, Duo."

"So. Donell and Shiron are going to dinner huh?"

"How did you know?" Drake asked.

"Ah, I heard dad talking to him about it." Duo said. "It seemed a little weird, they immediately stopped talking once I entered the room."

Drake paused. "Hmm, the way Donell described it, it didn't sound like Dranzer wanted to keep him asking that a secret." Looking at the big dragon he pondered. "Hey, Duo. You think you could drop me off in Los Angeles tonight?" He asked.

"Gonna spy on my kid brother?" Duo asked.

"Well, not exactly, it's just that--"

"Great!" Duo exclaimed. "I've been wanting someone to dig up some dirt on that little dog so I can do my big brother duties and rag him on it when I feel like it."

"You mean you wouldn't mind?"

"Nah." Duo waved a hand. "Plus I've got friends there I'd like to pay a visit to anyway."

"Great! We'll do it after Don leaves. I don't want him thinking I'm following him."

"And yet something I could use against you someday too." Duo said, leaving Drake to wonder if he was serious about that or not.

The sun was getting low in the sky by the time Donell and Shiron made their way toward the front door. Drake and Duo had joined Patro on the couch downstairs as the two of them came down.

"Alright guys, we're heading out." Donell said. "We'll be back in a couple hours."

"Don't wait up." Shiron added smartly as the pair made their way to the door.

"Have a good time." Drake said not looking up from the magazine he was using until the door closed and he suddenly snapped to life and bolted to the window. Duo put the paper down he'd been reading and watched as the wolf anxiously waited at the window. "Okay. They're down at the end of the sidewalk, Shiron's raising his claw..." There was a sudden burst of white energy that flashed through the house like a lightning bolt. "And they're gone!"

"Did we really need a play-by-play?" Duo answered sarcastically.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Easy. Take a chill pill, Drake. Give it a few minutes, we don't want to attract that we're following them do we?"

"You two are planning on following them? To what end?"

"To the end that Shiron doesn't steal my boyfriend away from me." Drake snapped.

"And I'm going to visit some friends." Duo explained with a shrug. "Okay, we can go now."

The teleportation through the portal still covered Drake's fur with what felt like a static charge, as they found their feet on the concrete sidewalk, he realized they had deposited in an alley. He blinked and looked around. "Really? Why here?" He asked.

"Don't be so snippy." Duo warned. "We don't like to be noticed; remember? But the diner is just over that way if you want to catch them."

Drake peered out the exit to the alley and realized that Duo was right; there was an aluminum plated diner across the street from them; the neon sign flashing over the door read 'Joanne's'. As a car whizzed by on the street, the digimon pulled back and looked at the dragon who was already starting to walk away. "Hey, where are you going?"

"I don't fancy spying on my kid brother." Duo said. "I'm going to go visit a few friends of my own. I'll be back in a couple hours if you need a lift back, but otherwise I'll leave you to your jealousy."

"I'm not being jealous." Drake said defensively. "I'm just being...cautious."

Inside the diner, Donell and Shiron were being shown to their seats; Shiron being stared at made him somewhat uncomfortable. The dane noticed this and spoke up as they picked up their menus. "Is it too mundane here?" He asked. "If you want, we could go somewhere else?"

"It's not that." Shiron said. "I was sort of hoping we'd go someplace a little more private."

Donell sighed and returned to his menu. "The point of this outing was for us to talk, not to get into semi-romantic conditions." He said. "I wanted to tell you that we still appreciate having you around, even if we aren't together, you're still part of this team."

"Oh I know that." Shiron said, flipping through a few pages of his menu. "I guess I feel a little... overlooked sometimes."

"But you're not." Donell explained. "You're just as important to me as you were ten years ago."

Shiron smiled slightly. "I am?"

"Of course! Nothing's ever going to change how dear you are to me, Shiron."

"I'm actually glad to hear you say that, because I..."

"What'll you kids be having?"

The waitress that had interrupted them was a young woman with dark curly hair and bright red lipstick, it was as if she'd stepped out of a 1950s pinup. The fact she was a white furred feline didn't even detract from the imagery as she looked at them with her green eyes. Dressed in a black frock lined near the bottom with flower embroidery and a white apron over the top, she wore the typical dress worn by the workers as she stood there impatiently tapping her pen on her notepad.

"Oh. Guess we should order." Donell said, scanning through his menu. "I'll have the Rock 'n Roll Burger with cheese fries and a vanilla milkshake. I'm a little hungry."

"How could you eat that? It's disgusting..." Shiron sneered.

"It's a greaseball joint." Donell urged. "Not exactly a high price place."

"I'll have the--ahh... Mushroom for Daddy Steak; rare and... I think I'll just get some water for a drink." He paused at Donell's glance. "Err... rather how about a chocolate shake instead?"

"Alright, kids. Be back in two shakes." The waitress snorted at her own joke and walked away.

Across the restaurant, Drake sat in the only seat available for him at the front counter. He watched as the two of them laughed and spoke, but he couldn't hear a word they were saying. As he turned to make his order, he heard a loud clatter and didn't even have time to duck before a large dish of ice cream careened across the counter and slammed head-long into his face. He nearly flew from his seat, the cold ice cream traveled down his neck as most of the restaurant stopped to look. Breathing heavily, he searched for an escape before Donell and Shiron would notice him, and quickly dove out the door. He would need to find another way to keep an eye on them.

As the evening began to grow darker, Drake waited in the alleyway across from the diner, eventually spotting Donell and Shiron leaving. The weregarurumon had managed to clean most of the ice cream off of him by visiting the nearby truck stop's gas station and washing his fur, though a sticky residue still lingered, giving his fur an unnatural stickiness. He ignored it though and began to walk the sidewalk across the street behind the pair. They seemed to be getting along fine, the jovial laugh coming from Donell was unnerving; was Shiron making any headway into taking advantage of _his_boyfriend like this? Drake could feel his claws tapping impatiently in his pockets as he walked right into an old dog stooping in the middle of the sidewalk. The man fell back and on impulse, he grabbed Drake's shirt. Drake's foot dug into a pothole and in the following collision an enormous explosion of loose change scattered everywhere.

Drake hit the ground and rolled, the old man screaming indignantly prompted the two he was following to turn and eye the situation. Drake grabbed the old man's muzzle to hush him. "Shh! Shh! I'm sorry about that, I'm sorry." He whispered. "Please, ahh... here take this." He said, slipping the old man a $50 bill.

"Wow mister, that's mighty kind of you. Most people wouldn't give two pisses toward knockin a guy like me over." He said.

Drake saw as Donell and Shiron then continued on their way. As he got up, he heard a muffled voice shout something from above him, and suddenly a cold splash of water came down from above, completely soaking him in it. Sniffing, he could tell that something was off about this water, and the stinging of soap in his eyes made him realize that he'd just been dumped on by laundry water or something. Not even in a position to react, he simply spit out any remainder of bad taste and wiped his eyes out in irritation.

"This has been a nice night..." Donell said. "I'm glad you decided to take me up on the offer of coming out and clearing the air."

The pair had walked into a city park area. One of the bigger green spots that they'd come across in the gritty city that surrounded them. As night began to fall and the stars came out, the only lighting now that surrounded the pair was the subtle glow of the street lights that randomly layered themselves throughout the small park. The wind gusts blew at the nearby playground, and the soft squeaking of swings blowing in the breeze filled the air.

"Yes, it has." Shiron answered softly. "But I do have a bit of a confession to make, I'm afraid. I didn't want to admit this, but I think that between us as comrades, trust needs to come first. I knew about your father arranging this meeting."

"I figured as much. He's always trying to interfere." Donell growled. "I'll talk to him when we get back--"

"No, no. I knew about it because I'd asked him to arrange it."

Donell paused and stopped walking. "Why would you?"

"Why do you think, Donell?" Shiron answered. "I mean it was difficult; you don't know how difficult it was afterward, the hardships I had to deal with at times were somewhat overwhelming. I'd put up with it though, because I respected what we had before even though you weren't around. You'd been sent to Earth, you lived among the people here..." He paused and grew somewhat solemn. "You fell in love here."

"It was meant to happen." Donell said. "Dranzer... he just couldn't handle the two of us being like that, and I can't help think that maybe he was right. We weren't meant for each other."

"Do you not think it's torture to be locked away; taken from someone you loved? Forced into hard service and training to a dragon who believes his son had been corrupted by my influence? You should have seen the training I had to go through, hours a day I was driven to the brink of exhaustion because of my king. Locked away for sometimes days with a magical ring on my cock that kept me from even pleasuring myself without a nasty shock. I tried every chance I could to beg the king that I come see you and every time he refused."

Donell frowned. "I'm--I'm sorry that he had put you through that." He said. "My father should never hav--" He stopped as Shiron grabbed his hand.

"That's why I asked him to arrange our meeting." He said. "As a favor for what he had put me through in the past, and what he sees--or does not see in Drake that has him so fearful of you being with him... I want to take you back. I want to become your beloved again, your mate."

Donell blushed as Shiron knelt in front of him. "Shiron... why would you ask me something like this? I--"

"I knew it!" A loud voice suddenly made the two of them jump in surprise as a claw grabbed Shiron's arm and threw it to the side. Drake stood there, still soaked from his earlier encounter with the laundry water splashed on him. Standing between them, Drake pointed angrily at the dragon. "I knew you had something up your sleeve you angry little dragon! You can't fool me."

"What--what is the cologne you are wearing, Drake?" Shiron asked, waving his hand. "Scent of wet dog?"

"Forget it." Drake growled. "You think I'm just going to sit around as you take Don out from under me like that?!"

"Drake! What are you doing here?" Donell shouted, stirring the wolf from his angry tirade.

"I... erm... I came here with Duo, he was coming to town to visit some friends and--"

"And you decided to use the opportunity to spy on us?"

Drake cringed, he realized he'd crossed a faux-paus by stepping in. "Well it's not that--I didn't mean to..."

"Look at this? Untrusting, jealous... I would never be caught in the same boat. You know how loyal and trusting I was when we were together."

"Oh, don't you even try to leverage yourself comparing your brazen attempt to steal my boyfriend." Drake snapped. "You had your chance, and you blew it. I love Donell, and I'm prepared to fight tooth and nail for him..."

"You don't know what you ask, little wolf." Shiron said, puffing his chest out a bit to make him seem larger and more intimidating. "I am asking him to take me back as his mate, and only he has the right to accept or refuse."

"We don't have to take this. Either one of us." Drake growled. "Come on, Don, let's go home."

"Both of you quit comparing the sizes of your balls." Donell snapped, making the two of them look at him. "I'm not very happy with EITHER of you right now. If you want to fight over me, go ahead! I'm not going to stop you. But I am so mad at you both right now I am just going to go." He growled as he stormed off in the opposite direction.

"Don, wait!" Drake started to follow, but was pulled back by the angered dragon.

"You're not going anywhere until we've settled this!" He snapped angrily. "I've been through hell and torture just to be able to see his face again, I am not going to give in to some... mortal who thinks he can compare to Donell."

Angrily, the wolf smacked Shiron's hands away. "Okay then, how do you want to settle this between us? A fight? Because I can take you on!"

A grin crept across Shiron's face. "Oh, I agree. I agree to a fight between us to determine whom should be able to pursue Donell... assuming he's going to talk to either of us after this. But a battle will surely make him look favorably on me again..."

"Or me."

"Yeah, whatever." Shiron shrugged indifferently. "So when and where?"

"You guys have never had problems holding no-holds-barred brawls at Ranshiin's house. I say we take this fight back there. Tonight, after I've cleaned up a little, I am so going to kick your ass."

"Oh really?" Shiron said. "And say one of us does not show up to face the other in this fight? Would you consider that a forefit?"

"Definitely." Drake said.

"I see... well, in an hour we face off." He said. "If you are not there, I will be the defacto victor and you need to end your relationship with Donell. If we fight, the first of us to concede or the first one who has their ass handed to them will have to do the same. Do we have a deal?"

"Yeah, fine. Deal." Drake said somewhat dismissively.

"Alright. Be there if you can then!"

Before the wolf could do anything else, Shiron suddenly vanished into a portal, leaving him alone in the park. Looking around he gasped, realizing he's probably already missed his trip back with Duo as well. "Well... crap." He said.

Back at Ranshiin's house, Donell stormed into Dranzer's room fuming. The large dragon glanced at him and immediately became worried. "Uh-oh..." He said. "What happened?"

"You know very well what happened." Donell said, pointing a finger of irritation up at his father. "How dare you try to set me up like that? Shiron wasn't depressed about not being included, he was trying to get into my pants again!"

"Donell, please. The imagery." Dranzer said calmly. "It was not my intent to--"

"Yes it was. It's always been your intention to split me and Drake up. Well congratulations, you might have done it, but it was because of you in the first place so I'm considering not leaving Drake out of spite over you! I am tired of you trying to control my life!"

"I only did what I felt was best--"

"By getting him to tell me about how you tortured him for being with me in the first place?" Donell scoffed. "Well good for you, I didn't fall for it."

"He--he told you that? What else did he say?"

"Wait... so he wasn't bullshitting about it?" Donell paused, immediately feeling a pang of regret for not believing Shiron's story. "It doesn't matter, because both of them have pissed me off and it doesn't even compare to how angry I am with you!"

"With me?" He asked, trying to brush off his guilt. "Why would you be angry with your father?"

"Because of you, those two are going to be fighting constantly for my paw and I'm not even sure I want either of them now. I am done dating dragons, so my only choice would be to go back to earth and maybe FIND SOMEONE ELSE!"

The last words really shocked Dranzer into silence. He played innocent but still sighed out his regret. "I am sorry you feel that way..."

"Don't you even, don't you even pretend to be sorry, father. I don't know why I thought I could trust you, either of you! Now my life is all fucked up thanks to you."

Suddenly, the door burst open and Ranshiin burst in. "Sire! Donell! You have to come to the back yard, quickly! Shiron says he is laying his claim to fight for Donell's hand and his opponent has yet to show up!"

The three of them rushed down the stairs and out into the backyard where everyone else was gathered. Turning to Donell and Dranzer, Shiron raised his hands and a resounding cheer erupted from the other dragons.

"I have challenged Drake to fight me for your hand, Donell." He admitted.

"What is all this?" Donell said.

Shiron continued. "We agreed; one hour, an honorable combat to win the right to court the prince Donell and he has yet to show up. If he isn't here in less than five minutes, he will concede automatically. All dragons are accounted for, he has no way to return. He has forefited his opportunity!"

"How dare you--"

Shiron frowned. "I can't force you to love me again." He said. "But I have the right to try, even with Drake gone I could promise you happiness..."

"I don't think so!" A shout came from the back of the crowd as Drake pushed opened the back door and stepped out into the yard. Everyone turned immediately toward him, and Donell couldn't help but grin at the dirt-coated smelly wolf. "If you want him, you're going to have to go through me first!"

THE END