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Here we go, i hope you all like it alot, even if it gets a bit ehh :/ at points. as always comment like crazy, and Once more my editor, the one and only RuthofPern has posted the next chapter in the story of his fursona / scalsona, in First Encounters. :) please do show Ruth some love. :D

It had been a long quiet ride home, neither had spoken much, the car a breeding ground for pure bred awkward. Both wanted to talk, but neither wanted to kick off the conversation, but they did need to stop for food, opting to pop into a diner off the highway.

"Here good?" Vincent asked casually as possible, but only just passing for uncomfortable.

"Yeah, here should be good so long as I can get a burger." Isaac droned, his attempt at monotone just passing for a combo of feeling like a jack ass and freaked the fuck out.

Isaac walked to the door, Vincent's paw stopping him in his tracks. He had a smile on his face, "I know we won't see any of these guys ever again, but umm, your pants are kinda...soaked to be honest." He laughed a little, making Isaac go red.

"Well what do you intend for me to wear?" He asked in embarrassment, trying to put his paws over the massive wet cum spot that was his jeans and boxers.

Back at the car, Vincent clamored through his back seat and laughed a bit to himself. 'Great' Isaac thought. Vincent pulled out a bear sized shirt and boxers, holding them up with a grin.

"It's all I got, the shorts are kind of pointless without a belt." He couldn't hide the giggle in his voice, but honestly, even Isaac found it funny, laughing a bit as he groaned.

"Then why bother with boxers? Wont they just fall down too?" Isaac imagined himself in the tent that was the giant bright yellow shirt. He would be a freaking beacon in the equivalent of a dress to his much smaller frame.

Vincent shrugged tossing the boxers back in the bag, "Okay, no boxers." Shockingly enough, It didn't make Isaac feel any better. But what else was there to do? They needed quality food, not take out fast food crap that didn't fill you up. He snagged the shirt from the bear and got in the car, awkwardly changing in the front seat, praying to god no one saw him.

Isaac showed Vincent the shirt who then pulled a pocket knife from his dashboard to cut a hole in it for his tail, otherwise he would be presenting his ass to everyone if he wanted is tail out.

Officially breaking Isaac of all of his pride as he walked in dressed in the spare clothes and a big blush, noting Vincent didn't look to much better with his bruises and cuts, but much more bad ass then he did. But honestly this place had the crowd of a truck spot, so the current diners wouldn't care. Every table had large men, every other table had large men and a family. License plate hung on the wall along with random road knick knacks. The waitress was around their age and peppy, seating them immediately, and hitting on Vincent without restraint. At their table Isaac realized the drugs were not as strong as they once were, the scents were dying down, his cock going flaccid for the first time in about two uncomfortable hours, and now for some reason he needed to piss bad.

They ordered drinks and Isaac stood up from the table immediately, eyeing the bathroom sign, "I want a Bacon Deluxe Burger with gravy fries." He said "But I seriously need to pee. I'll be right back."

Vincent nodded, giving Isaac a quick surprise kiss before he left the table. Isaac would have jumped on that, but his bladder was screaming, and for the sake of his lack of pants he sped to the bathroom, almost bumping into his waitress.

Vincent grinned as he watched the dog walk away all clumsy, eyeing the waitress as she came by with their drinks. "We're all ready to order." He said as she approached the table. The bear looked back at he menu to get the name of his order right. It was The King....something.

*Splash*

Vincent shot out of his chair, his front covered in the pitcher of water from the waitresses hands. "Dude..." he groaned, covered in soda and water, but that wasn't the least of his concerns. She'd done it on purpose.

Her feline eyes were glaring, the drinks clearly thrown at him and not dropped from clumsy paws. "Get out." She spat, "We don't serve your kind here."

"What the hells your problem?!" Vincent shot back, grabbing at napkins in a sad attempt to dry his shirt, royally pissed off.

"I said get out faggot!" she spat again with more venom then before. "Take your mate and get the fuck out. This is a family restaurant, not a satanic alter!."

The bear was too stunned to respond immediately, "Excuse me?"

"Are all fags dead in the head!?" she yelled, "Get out of here you sinner! I'll get Sid to straighten you out otherwise."

From the kitchen window a large boar peered out with a scar on his one eyes, and a death threat in the other. The bear smiled a bit, he knew that just this morning he would have run. He would have left and felt like shit inside.

But he didn't, he sat back down, trying to shake it off, "I'll have the Kings Wings and Things platter, and he'll have the Bacon Burger." He said simply, looking back up at the pussy cat.

Behind the cats tan fur her cheek exploded in red, "Like hell you will." She took the menu's from him and walked away from the table, coming back with a vengeance. "Get out or I'm calling the cops."

"I thought you were calling Sid?" Vincent noted, poking holes in her story.

"We. Don't. Serve. Faggots!" She said flatly.

A crash was heard behind them, a bull at another table had dropped his plate to the ground. "What the hell." The cat groaned, annoyed with her day.

Another crash from the right, this time a pig. Then an otter to the left, a pair of husky's at the bar, and a pig just to the stunned waitresses immediate left, making her jump. "Stop that!" she shouted, "What the heck guys, those plates cost money!"

"You just said you don't want us here." One of the husky's rang, standing up to go with his buddy. Their paws in each others.

"Wouldn't want to gay up the joint." The smaller, less muscled one said, sticking out his tongue as they left, knocking over a stack of dirty plates and cups as they did so.

Vincent lit up in understanding, a big grin on his face as the other guys who no longer had plates on their tables stood to leave. He felt a paw on his shoulder, looking up at a very confuse Isaac. "What's going on?" he asked.

Vincent smiled standing and pulling him to the door, "We're leaving, They don't want us here." He said simply, "And I wouldn't want my puppy to have to eat in a room full of people who hate him. You need better company than that."

"What?" Isaac asked, still confused as they got to the car, "And eww, why are you all sticky?"

Vincent giggled again, "Soda, the waitress was a bitch who hates homo's, all of these guys," he said spreading his arm out to the men getting in their trucks and semi's, "All decided to leave."

The dog made a shocked face, "Wow, that's quite a few." He said gazing around, then shrugging, "One in ten I'd guess. Where are we gunna eat now?" he asked as they got in the car.

The bear shrugged, looking at the dog curiously. How he managed to achieve such a calm with what had just happened at Squall's was a mystery, but a blessing, so he didn't question it. "We could just look around down the highways a bit more."

Isaac agreed, and then the pair yelped as a semi right behind them beeped loudly and repeatedly, an arm waving from the passenger's side as it pulled up to them. It was the husky's the smaller one on the passengers side looking down at them as it drove by. "Follow us! We know a great place for Barbeque!" Then began tossing some clothes down.

Then a knocking came to the door, the bull, the first to knock over the plates. Isaac rolled down his window slowly, "Yes?"

He held out a red and black plaid button down shirt, the sleeves cut short. "For cubby there, I'm sorry kids so young have to deal with this crap. But really, follow us, Uncle Jims BBQ is lip smacking good." He said, patting his belly, "On us."

Neither Vincent or Isaac knew exactly what to do with all the stranger hospitality, "Umm, we couldn't." Vincent managed, taking the shirt, "We'll pay."

"I insist." The bull stated as a fact, ending the argument and walking back to his truck.

"We need to be somewhere, this was just supposed to be a quick stop!" Isaac shouted after him from the window.

"We'll make it quick then." The Husky answered with a big smile, "Trust me, you want this Barbeque."

The odd couple looked at each other with the same unsure, but why not look. "Barbeque it is." Vincent said, following the dogs on the way out.

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Nathan switched between his book in paw, and the otter sitting beside him. He couldn't remember ever being so happy. Gym had gone just fine, most of the guys just being typical guys and teasing about gays (in a not Jeremy offensive way, but in a way that was clearly a joke) for about thirty seconds then returned to average conversation.

As Nathan remembered, Anthony was not the most athletic fellow, the wolf happy to slow his pace to keep with the otters, his swimmers legs failing him on land. But all in all, there wasn't a real reason to be so over protective. Not that he would stop, but he acknowledged that it wasn't necessary and he was being silly.

"If you keep looking up at me you'll never finish the chapters." The otter smiled, not looking up from his own copy of the book.

"But it's sooo boring!" The wolf announced, laying his head on the sea dogs. "You are much better on my eyes then these dusty pages." Then Nathan decided to collapse on he otter, making him tip over under the surprise weight.

"Nathan!" he giggled, trying to push the furry body off of him "Stop, ahhh!" Nathan was on top of the otter now, pressing their stomachs together, their giggling faces just inches from each other. Anthony laughed again, putting is paw to Nathan's muzzle. "Homework. Then kissing." He stated, trying again to push the wolf off.

Nathan whimpered rolling off the otter, "Please." He begged, sitting back up as they were before, their backs once more to the wall while on the bed.

"Nope." Anthony said firmly, sitting cross legged and going back to the book, "If you actually read then you get your prize." He smiled, immediately engulfed in the book again.

Nathan pouted, putting his head in the otters lap, looking up between him and the book. To be honest, it was this very control that was so sexy about him. Sex was sex, but if it was non-stop it wouldn't be special. Anthony wanted it, but controlled himself, knowing his priorities while never forgetting his wants. "Read it to me." The wolf begged.

Anthony gave an 'are you serious?' look, bopping the wolf in the nose with his book. "Come on, it's not that bad, just read it. It wont kill you too not stare at me."

"You do''t know that." The wolf noted. "Besides, if you read it then we both win."

"But you'd be illiterate and I couldn't live with myself if I ruined your education." The otter replied sarcastically.

They both stopped, the music in the store had stopped. Loud voices could be heard shouting. Both of them went white. "Fuck!" The otter breathed, launching up and pushing all of his stuff under the bed.

"I thought you'd resolved this?" The wolf said, just managing to sit up as stare at his mate panic.

"I did, but obviously it isn't the end of it."

"She can't do anything." Nathan said, grabbing Anthony's paw and holding it firm. "Hiding and running won't help."

The otter was near tears, "I'll read to you, just....just let me hide. I don't want to do this."

The wolf pulled him close, standing to give him a hug, "I'm here." He whispered into the otters rounded ears, feeling the unsteady and heavy breathing of the being he covered. "You're safe here. Don't worry."

At that moment the door flung open and a very angry looking otter stepped in wearing very business women like clothes, a large bag at her side. "Anthony." She said, not really a greeting, but it was enough.

Nathan released his grip, Anthony leaning back into the wolf, in need of the contact. "Mom."

The air couldn't have been cut with the sharpest blade. The tension between exchanges of words was agonizing. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked simply, her natural authority was heavy in her voice, even when asking a question.

"We could ask you the sa.."

"Did I ask you mutt?" she snapped, her eyes flashing at Nathan and returning to her son, "What are you doing?"

"You don't need to be mean to him." Anthony managed.

"And you need to answer me, but that doesn't seem to be happening either now does it." She was cold and angry, a powerful combo, and combined with being family you got that perfect mixture for venom.

"Don't talk to him like that." Nathan shot, "He's your son and he deserves yo-"

"Are you retarded as well as contagious dog?!. I'm not speaking to you."

It took a level of control Nathan didn't know he had not to shout back with a few choice words. But honestly, for Anthony, he was anything and everything. Even patient.

"I'm-I'm being happy." Anthony choked out, noticeably falling farther back into the strong wolves protective being.

"Happy?" she asked, "This Satanism makes you happy? This direct breaking of, of LAW, passed down to us from God makes you happy?" She shot.

"Don't pull that God crap." Nathan spat, unable to keep it in, "Who are you to decide for God?"

The otter gave him a look of disgust. "We were raised Catholic in my house boy, I KNOW the bible." She switched to a glare, "Now read my lips. Speak. Only. When. Spoken. Too."

"Mom, please, we already had this argument, I made my choice." Anthony said, hating the conflict.

"No we didn't, you ran away before we were done talking."

"Because to you it wouldn't have been over unless you won!" Anthony shot back. "If I'm old enough to leave you, then I'm old enough to think for myself." He pulled one of the wolf's paws across his chest, "I chose Nathan."

The otter standing alone looked absolutely shocked, she looked up at Nathan, and back to her son, "He doesn't really love you!" she shouted, the first sign of losing her cool showing. "If he did he wouldn't DAMN you to hell! If he loved you God would have made either you or him a women! As the PROPER plan would dictate!"

Nathan growled in his chest. How dare she question him, making Anthony feel so weak. How DARE she. "Get out of my house." He said in a flat tone, "You have over stayed your welcome."

Her face couldn't have contorted in anger more if she tried. She took a moment to look at her son to say something, when he didn't, she turned away. "Fine." She reached into her bag, pulling out, of all things a bible. "Don't say I didn't try to help you sinners." And tossed the book on the ground near their feet with a heavy boom.

She turned to leave the room, Anthony speaking up, trying not to end it on such a note, "Mom!" he called, making her stop in the door.

"You must be mistaken." She said turning back to him, looking Anthony straight in the eyes, "I don't have a son, just two perfect daughters."

Nathan could feel the otter collapsing beneath him, and slowly brought him to the ground. "Mom!" he yelled again as she walked down the hall, "MOM!!" Nathan could feel the being in his arms convulsing in sobs, he could hear the voice screaming crack with emotion. The wolf held tighter.

"It's okay." He co-oed into the rounded ears of his pained lover, "It's going to be Okay. Shhh. Don't cry, don't cry."

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Will had heard the whole thing at the front counter in the store. She was as cold as he remembered from the first time they'd met, when neither of the parents knew their sons were dating. He watched her walk by, not wanting to look her in the eyes.

"John 3:16" The wolf said in the silent space, just loud enough for her to hear, making the women stop in her tracks, but not look at him.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believe in him shall not perish, but have eternal life."

There was a pause in the room, until she continued on her way out without a word.

It too most of the night, but Nathan finally got Anthony to eat the Chinese they'd ordered, and sleep soundly. Nathan had never seen him in such a slump, he placed his arms around his otter as they tried to sleep. As much as it pained Nathan to say it, he was a bit happy she had come. As much as she hurt his otter, and he would never forgive her for that, her coming closed the book on the subject. It was done, over, definite. Anthony wouldn't have to wonder what had happened with his mother. Everything was out on the table.

"Nathan." Anthony called out quietly in the night, the unasked question being 'are you still awake?'

"I'm here." Nathan said, pulling his hurt mate in closer to his body, the otter snuggling as close as possible. To be honest, it was just getting dark so thinking he was asleep was silly, but who would point that out?

"I'm sorry I'm so weak..."

"Don't you dare apologise." Nathan ordered, "There's no need, you did nothing wrong."

"The problem should have been sorted out before I left." Anthony stated. "It was wrong to run away."

Nathan turned the small boy around, looking down at his watery eyes, "Even if that was true, which it isn't in this case, what's done is done. Worrying about how SHE feels will not change her mind. Crying about how alone you are when YOU AREN'T, will not undo time." He wiped the tears from his face, "Me and my dad are here for you. Hell, you don't even know them, but Isaac and Vincent are here for you as well. You are not alone, okay?

The otter ducked his small head into Nathans chest, "Thank you." Then out of nowhere he looked up again and planted a wet kiss on the wolf. Nathan pulled back at first in shock, but melted into it immediately. "Want to know what would piss her off even more?" Anthony asked in a whisper, putting a paw on Nathan's crothch and giving it a firm squeeze.

Nathan grunted, looking down on the upbeat otter he remembered. The kind that was never sad on the outside, and actually dealt with what was inside. "I can take a pretty good guess." He smiled.

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The Barbeque was amazing. End of story, the best fall off the bone barbeque in the history of forever. The truckers guys were surprisingly nice company, sharing stories of the road and their lives. There were moments of awkward when it was discovered Boris, the Pig, had a huge crush on Vincent, and the larger husky tried to bring Isaac into threesome, but beyond that it was all good.

But they DID have to go. Isaac desperately needed to see his mother, and after a really long string of goodbyes the two managed to leave, their spirits up even with the impending news to Isaac's mother.

"See," Isaac said, "It's nice to see that THEY made it. Gay people can live average lives too, and they were our age at a time much less open then now."

Vincent noticed Isaac was doing the thing were you spew facts to keep your mind off of something, so the bear played along, "Yeah I know, who would've thought. And they were so nice." But even with the distraction, at the hospital, Isaac was, and rightly so, in tears again.

They rushed in to tell Isaac's mother that he was fine. When she saw them come in her face went from grave to relieved in a moment, "Oh Isaac." She opened her arms for him and he went over to embrace her. "I'm so sorry. What happened? I didn't realize what...." She sniffled, tears flowing, "He had already done. If I'd have known that I wouldn't have sent you......"

"No mom, I'm sorry." Isaac said crying, "I didn't get the money to save you." He was crying, but smiling, "Because of my damn pride."

She stopped him, "I wouldn't want his money anyhow Isaac, please, I know I'm going to die, just...." She trailed off, "Come visit me here and keep smiling, I don't want you to be sad okay?" She gave him another hug, "I don't want to make my baby sad anymore."

Isaac just smiled. This moment.....it was so perfect. He wanted to pause life right now. Capture this moment forever. His mother embracing him, his boyfriend behind him, his father defeated, and his life his own. She was so....caring when she wasn't drinking away her problems. Like she was before the tumour was known to her. Vincent was so open, loving, understanding and protecting. His dad was out of the picture, hopefully not daring to tell the cops what happened.

"I'm okay mom." He pulled back, "Vincent kept me safe." He clung to Vincent's arm, "We just wanted to make sure you knew we were fine." He opted not to give any details at the moment, kissing her goodbye and leaving to keep the Cowell's in the loop.

"Wait dear, before you go." She stopped him for a moment, "What on earth are you wearing?"

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Nurses dragged the two into rooms to bandage them up before leaving, so they had to inform Vincent's parents why they were bandaged up, and to Mr.Cowell only, what had become of his friend. He nodded, apologizing.

Then the family went out to diner, leaving the two who had already eaten at home. Alone.

As soon as the five were in the garage, Isaac told Vincent he was feeling up to it. As the car went down the driveway the two waited patiently at Vincent's window, when they turned to drive away, their shirts came off, and they fell into each others arms on the bed, making out again.

"Where were we?" Vincent teased, pulling Isaac into himself, the embrace warm and alive.

Isaac ignored the rhetorical question and was beaming. This was it. The uncorrupt moment, he wanted this for them, he wanted Vincent. It wasn't an unquenchable drug related drive. It was an unstoppable love oriented one. Isaac smiled that love felt like a drug anyway, the feeling was almost no different, but the feelings core was. That made the true difference.

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not to tease or anything.now comes the big question, which couple will the next chapter focus on. 0.0 comment to tell me which one :) (yes im being that guy who splits up the two scenes. it wont seem as special one after another.