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As soon as I leave the apartment I want to rush back in and hold Max for one more moment, just to appreciate him. Then my second brain takes over and all I can think about is him without any clothes on. I almost turn around and head back in. Than I decide to go to work, I have an important stockholder's meeting. Usually I find an excuse not to go, but if I miss another meeting I might get in trouble with the company.

Years before I started dating Max, I was with a male husky named Shasta. He was the love of my life. The only man I ever felt more love for than him was Max. Shasta had a beautiful black/white fur, that I liked to touch everywhere when we fucked, I fucked him everyday, even more than I did with Max.

Marcus wasn't around when me and Shasta were together, but that didn't mean my life was easy. Shasta was my drug. He helped me get rid of my problems. When I was sad, he was there to lift me up, when I needed companionship I needed only to look into Shasta's dark blue eyes for it. When we kissed it was like lightning, and it instantly gave me a hard on.

Sometimes I think whether or not Shasta deserved what I did to him. He had done something to him, so I had buried my guilt with the excuse of revenge, but I still had a feeling that eventually all of it would come back to kick me in the ass.

Me and Shasta had been dating since high school. When I came out senior year and took Shasta to my final prom, my parents disowned me. Shasta's much more accepting parents gave me a place to stay during the summer until I went to college.

My family was fairly rich, so whenever I got an allowance I would put some of it away in a bank account only I knew about. My relationship with my father wasn't great. My mother loved me enough to give me a roof over my head and money every week, but I could tell my father didn't like me. I knew he would despise me when he found out that I was gay, and I knew I would eventually I would come out, so that's why I started saving.

After college me and Shasta rented an apartment together. I quickly found work at a prestigious company, that didn't ask any questions about sexuality during their hiring process.

I got promoted fairly quickly and within two years I owned over half the company's stocks and they treated me like the owner. Shasta was always by my side through that time, but the year before we broke up he began to start avoiding my discussions of work. He never talked about what he did for work, and I didn't think anything of it at the time. I caught him as he walked in the door and he looked guilty, but surprised to see me he had wiped the look right off his muzzle.

My perfect life with Shasta only lasted for a few weeks after I got promoted to CEO. He did something terrible to me, that almost cost me my job. So, I had to do something to him. A few weeks before I was promoted he started going on about raising awareness for the LGBT community. I knew I was in the line for a promotion, so I politely avoided the conversation, not knowing that I was slowly making him worse.

I never think of Shasta with anything, but hatred now. What was left of our love deteriorated a long time ago, and I gladly let it, hoping it would never rekindle again.

"Duke? Duke, Duke?"

I kept clicking my pen slowly getting faster and faster. It relieves my stress as well as pissing off everyone else at the meetings.

"Hello," Marcus cooed.

I shot back into reality.

"Yeah," I sighed, looking Marcus directly in his blue eyes. Marcus was a smaller wolf who was one of the biggest stockholders of my company, so naturally he tries to get a say in everything. I've found myself more and more infatuated with Max lately. I keep thinking about him during work. What he was wearing last, the last time we talked, the last time we fucked...

I'm tempted to take a year off from running the company, but I know that Marcus would seize the opportunity to try and take over the company. I know that sounds cliche, but he would actually do it. I've heard him plotting behind my back, something I've told only Max about. Max shrugs it off usually telling me that Marcus is just a dick and that I can deal with him.

The stockholders meeting took all day. We had several recesses to "eat". I followed Marcus to find him chatting with small fennec who was wearing a suit, but something glistened on his hips. I quietly treaded near them so their conversation was audible.

"... See if he has anything valuable that we could take. Get a small team together and go right now."

Marcus turned to see me as I began to walk away. I quickly glanced at his eyes and saw he wasn't nervous at all.

"Duke! You ready to get back to the meeting?" Marcus said with a gleeful evil smile.

"Yes," I replied.

"Just let me grab something from the vending machine."

I wanted Max badly. All I had thought about at work was the kiss we shared last night as we both climaxed in unison. The bed was made, but Max was lying on it reading a book.

"Hey Duke," he said as I walked into the bedroom.

"What are you reading?" I asked.

"1984." he said as his green eyes met mine.

I smiled as I took my suit coat off.

"Pretty good, I'm about halfway through."

"How was your day?" He asked, beginning to get up.

"No, don't get up." I commanded.

I began to take of my purple dress shirt.

"Hmm?"

"You look so sexy right now," I breathed out seductively.

Max looked at me quizzically with his beautiful green eyes.

"I look sexy when I'm sitting here in pajamas reading an old book?" He laughed.

"Yes," I said as I was finally naked in front of him.

Max quickly undressed and laid back on the bed.

"You must be really pent up if you want to do this now." He said as I crawled onto the bed.

Max spread his legs as I brought my muzzle to his sheath. Max didn't say anything, he just repositioned himself. I brought my muzzle down lower, passing his balls. I put my muzzle on his entrance until I finally managed to get my tongue inside him a little bit. I felt him almost pushing back into me, so I stood back up and opened our jar of lube that always sat on Max's nightstand just in case. I opened it with a practiced paw and smeared it on both our dicks and putting some on his entrance, sticking a couple of my fingers inside it to tease him.

Me and Max share sex equally, I let him top me just as much as he lets me top him. It keeps us from fighting. It literally has! We've never had a fight.

I rub my cock down with what's left of the lube and push it inside of him. Each time with Max feels different. He always looks at me a different way. That day he was looking at me with pure unfiltered love.

With no time we were both grunting our voices synchronized as we climax together, leaving a mess all over my bed, our bed. I collapsed on top of him, breathing in his scent, looking into those green eyes and bringing our muzzles together. Damn, I loved this man.

After two more hours of bullshit at the stockholders meeting I was ready to go home. I checked with my secretary, a female lynx named Blythe, if I had any appointments. She responded with a quick no as I stepped into the elevator.

Getting back home was a blur. I rushed into our elevator, not noticing the huge hole in the ceiling until it was too late. I found the apartment empty. I looked around casually for Max, thinking at any time he was going to jump out and scare me. After about fifteen minutes of looking around our vast living space, I sat down on our bed and called him.

Almost instantly there was an answer, but it wasn't Max. The voice was familiar, but I couldn't tell who it was, definitely male. He said:

"Am I speaking with Duke?"

"Yes, where's Max?" I asked frantically.

"Did he get in an accident?"

The man sighed and I heard a noise as if he was trying to stifle a laugh.

"No, Max didn't have an accident..." He paused

"Yet."

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"Trust me, you know who I am." The man replied.

"Where the fuck is Max?!" I exclaimed.

"Here is what you need to know, Max is safe- for the moment- but if you try to call the police or tell anyone else, I'll kill him. That's all you need to know."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I yelled almost dropping the phone. He had my fucking mate.

"I am someone very close to you. I saw you today." He laughed.

"MARCUS, YOU FUCKER!"

He had hung up on me, that son of a bitch. I threw the cell phone across the room. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! I didn't know what to do. I fell down on my bed, our bed. His scent was still on it. I breathed it in, imagining him standing before me, imagining him in my arms.

"I'm only going to be gone for the weekend Max." I stated as Max tried futilely to get me back into bed again.

"Oh come on, one more time Duke..." He moaned into my ear.

"Someone's excited today." I laughed.

He was frantic, and I didn't really know why. We had just fucked last night. He had topped me, gave me a handjob, and cleaned up after. He should have been exhausted, but he was up at four in the morning like a little kid.

I loved him, and I couldn't help but feel like staying. Something called me to the trip, I needed to make Marcus think he was gaining power, something about me wanted him to feel like he was on top of the fucking world, than I'd kick it out from under him, and laugh at his predicament.

Max kissed me, putting one of his paws into my pants, and grabbing my cock.

"Duke..." He practically purred.

"Max, I need to go." I kissed him back and quickly left without looking back.

Earlier when he woke up he looked like he had had something to tell me, but when I questioned him, he just changed the subject and eventually started trying to make me stay in bed. I wanted to tell Max about Shasta, but he had never asked me about my past. He told me all about his though.

When I had arrived back from the business trip Max had a brief look in his eye when I first came in the door, and I now knew what the look meant: guilt, but I had now idea what he was guilty of.

Who had I seen that day? Marcus (that cunt), my secretary, some doberman had looked me up and down in the elevator, and- I had bumped into someone on my way into work. Shit! What species was the man I bumped into, I had only briefly caught his scent when I bumped into him enough to tell me that he was male.

I thought that he could be the kidnapper, but the only thing I had on him was his gender. That wasn't much to go on. I tried to conjure up the scent in my memory, to see if I could at least find out his species. After spending a couple of minutes just sitting there on our bed, I began to cry.

I was nothing without Max. I had already lost one mate, and I didn't want to lose another.