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here is the second part, thats all there is and all there will be from me. feel free to ask to used these characters for fan fics or add on stories or whatever because i dont plan on writing any more then whats here. :P so heres the last part of this incredibly simple story...

And with that, Sam went to the interwebs for any info on this Derek guy.

Shockingly enough, it wasn't too hard, and it couldn't have been more convenient. Derek worked at a small hotel by the Grand Canyon, a good three hours from Vegas. Hell, on his Furface account, he even left his cell number.

So Sam hatched a plan, he dialed the number.

"Hello?" came a reply in Sam's ear.

"Derek?" "Yeah, who is this?" Derek was tired sounding, but seemed to try and be nice. "My name is Sam Dowel, you know my friend Ed?" there was a pause "Little Eddy?! A sweet little fox?" "That's the one, look Derek...." but Derek interrupted "How is my little buddy!? Still in that gang?" "No, he's with me, look Derek, we're getting married in Vegas, and he wants you there." a long pause greeted Sam; he almost thought Derek hung up. "Wow, married, old tradition, your idea?" "Yep, will you come, we'd both appreciate it." "Ummm.......well sure, tell me when, and were the pre party will be."

Sam almost died with relief "Thank you so much Derek, ok we'll be at the Krazy Ate's hotel all this week and next week starting a few days from now, the wedding will be like........the 26th."

"Awesome," Derek said, hanging up.

Sam beamed, hanging up the phone. He wanted to keep the news from Ed, so he went on a ride to town, and bought a few things to prepare for the traveling.

They finally arrived at the Krazy Ate's. Max gave them free parking and was in the garage himself to greet them.

Max was a tall Saint Bernard, fluffy and very happy. He gave them hugs, and their keys, "Everything's on me! Just try not to break anything."

"Darn, you just ruined all our plans!!" Sam joked, quickly greeting, introducing and establishing wedding plans.

Max would be the best man for Sam, and Derek (still a surprise) would be Ed's.

Max was surprised to be sure, but surprisingly accepting. "Finally found someone ha Sammy? Well not what I expected, but so long as he ain't to young."

The two went to their rooms, tired from the ride. The room was gorgeous! It had a huge bed, two bathrooms, and TV, A kitchen, mood lights, dining area, and a view of the city.

They dumped their bags and got to the bathrooms, bathing separately, just to tease each other.

Ed showered off the grime while his tub filled for a soak. He hated filthy bath water. His wounds stung in the water, but were surface wounds now.

The bath, honestly, put him to sleep.

Ed awoke to splashes; he opened his eyes to Sam's face. The lion plucked his little fox from the bath, and plopped him on the bed with a towel, purring, in his boxers, his eyes a mix of lust and mystery.

Ed dried slowly, posing for most of it.

"Sam...." Ed started, crawling toward the lion, casting the towel aside and taking his lips for a kiss, light and teasing, barely a touch at all. "This is so beautiful....." his tail brushed Sam's face, already dry and fluffy.

"I know." Sam replied, climbing toward the slowly retreating fox with a new passion in his eyes. "Why run?"

Ed smiled, laying on his side in a tired way. "Who's running? I'm just playing sweet innocent fox." he put a foot to Sam's chest, halting the lion above him. "I am a good actor. I'll play the little virgin." his foot wrapped around Sam's head, pulling him to Ed who took Sam's head in his hands and kissed him for real. "Teach me to be bad, big boy." he whispered, his tail rubbing Sam's stomach.

Sam couldn't take it, his right paw reached under Ed, pulling him closer for the kiss. Their eyes were closed in passion, their breathing was loud and fast between kisses. Sam spun Ed on top of his own stomach, Sam's back on the bed now.

Ed looked at him a little confused. "Not one for in control?" he teased.

"Naw, I'm saving that for the honeymoon. I'm not gonna pretend you're a virgin tonight."

That caught Ed off guard, "Honeymoon? We didn't talk about that. Where are we going?"

Sam sat up; Ed crawled to his lap again like the drinking night. "That's a surprise Ed, can't be a surprise if I tell you can it?" he started stroking the foxes growing cock, his own growing, but ignored.

Ed moaned "Damn you and.....augh......your secrets."

Ed sat at an odd angle, his cock just touching Sam's, Sam's paw still stroking his own.

Then Sam pulled Ed up to his chest, his sandpaper tongue licking Ed's head, the member pulsing with attention, his balls now moving up his member.

"God Sam!" Ed cried, falling back, but was flipped around again. Ed felt Sam's mouth move over his member, his tongue now all over. Ed pet his man's head, feeling his ears, moving his head up and down. "Fuck!"

Sam giggled, "That's the idea." as Sam spoke, Ed convulsed on the bed, and hot cum shot into Sam's surprised face.

Ed panted "......your turn." he breathed, practically leaping at Sam, pushing him to the ground. Ed's muzzle covered Sam's cock entirely.

"SHIT!" Sam screamed.

He didn't last long, Ed felt hot juices pour down his thought soon enough.

They shared a wine and snuggled into the bed for the night.

Sam awoke to a note from Ed. Max had been kind enough to give him a tour of the city. Sam sighed and took a leak. He just wanted to relax today, gamble later, and play some craps.

Then the phone rang.

"Mister... Umm.... Dowle? We have a call for you from a......Derek." she paused, clearly new "Umm...do you except?"

"Yes please." Sam responded, happy to hear from him so early.

The phone went fuzzy then breathing could be heard. "Hello?" came Derek's voice.

"Hey there. Derek?"

"Sam?"

"Yessiree, how are you? Thanks for calling back so soon."

"No prob. How's little Eddy?"

"Fine, happy, did you get the date?"

"Next Wednesday right? I'll be there Saturday to see yah."

"Good, he'll be so happy."

"I'm sure. Look Sam, there's just one thing."

Sam looked confused "What is it?"

His voice got darker "I'm as close to a father as Ed has, if I don't like you, you can't have him."

Sam paused, shocked and stunned. "What..?"

"You heard me Sam, if I don't think your right for my little Eddy, I'm taking him back." Derek said venomously

Sam "Ha...." Sam said. Frustrated "And you think you can take him?"

"'If anyone has any objections.'" Derek mocked, "' Speak now or forever hold you peace'" hanging up just after.

Sam hung up as well, sitting stunned.

..........What the hell just happened?

Sam sat thinking about what Derek had said. He wasn't intimidated exactly, just.......annoyed and angry. How Dare this Derek come out of nowhere with this shit! He didn't even have to come!

Sam wasn't concerned about Derek so much breaking Ed and himself up, just concerned the douche would ruin Ed's day. Sam wasn't sure if he could hold his fists if Ed didn't walk out of there married.

Then, speak of the devil, Ed walked in, with two bags of cloths, and a cookie cake. "Vegas is da bomb Sam! So much fun! Oh and Max was making fun of me, teach me how to play Texas hold'em."

Max had given him some cards from the Krazy Ate's own casino. Sam laughed a little, settling onto the floor, dealing the cards and explaining the game. His thoughts were elsewhere, but Ed either didn't notice or didn't say anything.

"Ugh! Why are the hands so complicated! So.....a full house is better than three of anything, but not if it's........ God this game was designed to confuse people." Ed complained.

Sam smiled, pulling Ed across the game and, lying on his side, held the fox close. "You'll get it; in a few games with the chips down it'll all make sense."

"I'm 18." Ed reminded Sam.

Sam ran his lip on Ed's ear. "So?"

"Cant gamble." Ed sighed.

"How so?" Sam asked confused.

"Umm.....I'm not 21. Not old enough, no license or anything."

Sam laughed "Ed, that hasn't been so sense the virus, I'll get you the right papers today, and you'll be able to gamble however much I chose to let you."

"Really?" Ed asked, unconvinced. "That doesn't even sound real."

"Cross my heart." Sam whispered, feeling under Ed's shirt. Then, sadly, Ed got up, and looked down at Sam.

"No, none of that this week!" he said strongly, but obviously with an effort.

San was shocked "What?! Why not??"

Ed sat on a chair "I heard sex daily gets boring, and that if you REALLY want it, and keep getting horny for it, it's better when it actually happens."

Sam's jaw dropped a little, "Seriously........?"

"Sam, I really want to, but this is........suspenseful."

Sam groaned. "I HATE suspense! Don't do this!!" he cried in faked horror. (Well.....Kinda faked.)

Then Ed kissed Sam, long and wet, holding him close. He pulled away, pained, "Sorry, that's all you get."

"Your EVIL!" Sam complained, pouting. He wouldn't force Ed into it........at least not till he got REALLY desperate.

"But." Ed countered "I'm evil with cookie cake."

"Tù chè." Sam aloud, taking a slice. This frosting would apparently be his only white cream today.

"I'll only make you suffer till Friday. Three days, can you handle it?"

"No." Sam smiled.

They spent the rest of their week in casino's (Ed winning more than Sam), in the Red Rock Canyon, and looking around fabulous Las Vegas.

Sam got them each a camera and Ed loved every moment of this. He could hardly believe his life changed so much in a few weeks.

On Thursday night, Ed promised Sam tomorrow night would be amazing. Sam would hold him to it.

Sam awoke Friday morning to Ed screaming. Sam shot up, and then only partially relaxed.

"Holy shit!!! Derek! What are you doing here!? Oh my god! I've missed you!"

Followed by a much deeper voice, yet sly, "Little Eddy! I've missed you too man. Certain soon to be husband of yours invited me here for the wedding."

Then Ed shot into the bedroom and onto Sam. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he buried his head in Sam's naked chest. "Oh my god thank you! This is the best surprise ever!" then his words got too muffled for a waking lion to understand, so he hugged Ed, who was like a child getting a toy on Christmas.

"You're welcome Ed; I would do anything for you."

"I know...." Ed managed "And ditto. Oh god I love this."

Then Sam watched Derek walk in over Ed's shoulder.

He was just shorter then Sam, but just as built. His muscles were clear behind his fur. His face was a lighter grey, and the rest if visible him was a bluish darker grey. His tail was long and bushy, his ears stood up at attention, one pierced in three places, the other scratched. He wore a white tee and tan shirts, his dog tag's screamed intimidation and army training, the scar on his left cheek screamed experience. But..........his eyes didn't seem to fit his tough exterior. They were golden and soft, wet with almost tears.

But Sam knew this wolf was a possible wall for himself. Sam to a point feared this wolf. Feared what he would say. Feared looking bad, or like he was sending the wrong message. And feared what he himself might do to this arrogant ass should he cross ANY line.

Ed got up, still in his boxers and shot into Derek's arms. Derek dropped his bag and caught the bouncy fox in a big hug.

"Calm down Ed." Derek said, "Just relax, you're so emotional sometimes." then he turned to Sam like they had never had their previous conversation "You must be Sam in person. Has he been a handful for you?"

Are you his fuckin father!?!? Sam thought, Jesus, the nerve!

Sam responded with a nod and a "Yep."

"You look tired, get another hour in, me and Ed have to catch up anyway." the wolf offered, Ed now on the ground.

"Naw, just give me a minute, I'll take us to the hotel's restaurant, 'The Sinclair'" Sam yawned.

"No, I'll treat us," Derek said "You are the happy couple, and I can't wait to get to know you Sam. I'm sure we'll get along just fine if Ed likes you." he smiled a very.......perfect......sincere smile. "Ed, go get dressed."

Ed obeyed leaving them alone.

Sam didn't trust his smile. He didn't trust it one bit. He heard this wolf's venom on the phone. Sam took a pained look at exuberant Ed leaving, and sucked up his frustration.

"No I insist, I'll pay. Ed can tell you how well off I am." Sam returned, sitting up.

"A little proud are we." Derek noted, frustrating Sam even more who barely held his mask of indifference "Pride can be a weakness."

Sam laughed, obviously confusing the wolf "Believe me; I couldn't be less proud of myself."

"Then you have regrets and a now questionable past" came the monotone, judgmental voice, his gave a perfect mask of calm.

"My past I'd none of your concern, it's my future you should care about mother hen."

The army wolf smiled again "and quick to anger."

"Don't judge me." Sam tried in a calm voice.

"And defensive." the wolf managed as Ed returned, ending the bout.

This would be interesting.

Sam smile inside at the wolf's cunning.

Hell, maybe even fun.

The Sinclaire' was delicious, it turned out to be noonish, so brunch was steak and eggs.

Derek was well behaved, a professional mask to Ed with sly superior eyes flashed at Sam for brief but unavoidable seconds.

Ed was oblivious of course, talking and listening to Derek's charade. But, at the same time, Sam could see Derek did care like a big brother. He listened intently, talked, hassled and questioned Sam, and was very real.

Hell, if Derek had never warned Sam, the lion would have thought this loving big brother was the real him.

No no, that wasn't quite it either. He would have never thought Derek had a secret agenda. This WAS the real him. Loving, smart and cocky. He talked about his time in the service, and his life now. He was a hotel manager. But he quoted himself saying it's a boring as hell job.

"The customers only complain and make a mess. I repeat the same orders to the workers time and time again. If I didn't have my book and music I'd kill myself."

They returned to the room to talk and plan the day. They were going skydiving and then to the gym, and then gambling. Max never forgot the deal to train Ed to fight, and Derek wanted to see it for himself.

"Ed? Fight? I have to see this. Your looking fitter, but I still can't see you actually fighting."

"Hey! I held my own against Roger!"

Derek barely asked who before Sam informed him of his veteran butler.

"A sniper huh." Derek asked, seeming impressed. "Patient and strong. An interesting choice for a butler Sammy."

"Sam. And yeah, but he likes having the house to himself while I'm away." Sam shrugged.

"Not a homey guy Sam?"

Ed answered this one "Naw he isn't, but seeing the world is amazing. Where did you go in the service again Derek?"

Derek's face became solemn. "I was in the middle east when the virus hit. Most of my sector got away from the war after that." then he quickly changed the subject. "So what do you do Sam? How do you get your money?"

Sam and Ed exchanged looks. It was clear the truth wasn't a good choice. "My father." Sam replied quickly. "He was a renowned doctor and scientist before he died."

Derek smiled a little, "Big shoes to fill."

Sam shrugged, "I gave up trying to be him. I have my own shoes now. Figuratively anyway." he added looking at his massive paws for feet.

Derek made talking so awkward for Sam. He felt like he needed to say everything just right. Ed at least started noticing it, and tried to take over the conversations with the big bad wolf.

Sam was relieved for the conversations cutting short. Only a few more days. Then he wouldn't have to prove himself to anyone.

Not that he needed to know.............ok so he did. Derek just got so under the lion's skin that he felt he needed to be perfect JUST to rub it in his smug face.

Sam smiled at the thought.

"Quicker!" Alex said to Ed "And put some spring in your step!"

Alex was Max's fighting coach for Ed. Sam had to smile thinking Max would actually be doing the training.

They were in a boxing ring, Ed hopping around throwing punches at targets in Alex's hands, and dodging and blocking some as well.

Sam and Derek both shared a laugh at Ed who shivered like a leaf when he first saw Alex.

Alex was a BIG bear. His short legs and long arms made him perfect for the job. Stationary with punches thrown in. He was taller and wider then Sam or Derek with much more muscle and fat and fur. His claws were filed down for safety, and his booming voice rang loud in the air.

But they all saw he was a lover not a fighter. He could teach it, but definitely didn't do it often. He most definitely COULD, showing scary fast and strong techniques on a practice dummy, or a sand bag, he just didn't seem the type to pick a fight.

"Six bucks Ed gets dropped on his ass in three minutes." Derek whispered to Sam.

"Deal." Sam smiled, "You obviously still work out soldier boy, but can you still fight?"

Derek looked shocked and happy, in a devious way. "Is that a challenge pussy cat?" he was friendly enough.

"I think so. Here's the deal though." Sam added, "If you win, you live with us while in Vegas, if I win, you sleep in a separate room."

Derek smiled "I thought I was already in? How about if I win, you sleep on the couch till Monday?"

Sam thought it over, that meant no sex till Monday, and three days was bad enough. Worse that meant this WOLF might get some. But he was confident he could take the wolf. "Deal." he held out a paw, which Derek shook.

*fucking turn this into "To much pride" and I swear I'll beat you to a quivering pulp in your sleep.* Sam thought as he shook hands.

They got in the ring; Sam owed Derek the six bucks. Alex hit Ed square in his exposed chest, and he dropped like a sack o potatoes.

"Basic rules of decency." Alex called into the ring. "No eye gouging, nut shots, tail pulling, biting, or scratching. Are we clear?"

"Yes." the two said, Sam staring at Derek's stance, his groin uncomfortable with a cup, and his mouth full of mouth guard. The both went shirtless, and had basic gloves that weren't boxing gloves. These let them use their fingers, but softened the blows only a little.

The wolf clearly had experience, assuming a low, bouncy stance, hands up and clenched into fists, eyes locked on to his target. Locked on Sam.

Sam also crouched low, impressing Derek as well. Derek was just as intimidated, even with his experience in war. But he was confident he could win if he remained calm.

Ed and Alex hung on the side, watching intensely. "Come on guys!" Ed called in.

Derek used the slight distraction to lunge first. He threw a fast fist to Sam's chest.

Sam was almost too shocked at the speed to block and back step. Derek followed, throwing his left fist this time. Sam blocked and jumped over Derek's now sweeping leg.

Sam and Derek saw Sam's opportunity. Derek's eyes widened and he swore internally for the easy chance, as Sam's foot snapped into his face.

Sam tried to follow up with a curb stomp that Derek rolled to dodge. Ed and Alex stared in awe as Derek pushed his body up from the ground, kicking Sam's torso, and then used that to push into a backflip, landing only a little crooked.

Even Derek was shocked his own flip worked. But used the awe to quickly throw kicks, two of which connected, one in the side and one in the shoulder, just a little too low for a head shot.

Sam stumbled, and then recovered, parrying, dodging and blocking Derek's non-stop barrage until the bell rang.

They were both sweating hard, and collapsed into their chairs in the ring. Ed brought Sam water, Alex brought Derek some.

"You guys are scary good." Ed said to Sam, honestly intimidated for obvious reasons "But you got to start throwing punches too man." he teased.

"He's fast man." Sam managed, panting hard, and whipping his face with a towel.

"Well here." Ed said kissing Sam's sweaty mouth. "Incentive."

Sam smiled, "I need more then that" he said weakly, getting a chuckle and another kiss. "Much better."

"Good, now get out there!" Ed cheered.

The bell rang and the fight continued. "Come on Sammy boy!" Derek called "Hit me!"

Sam threw weak punches, waiting for an opportunity. It took a while, and patience was key, but he had a plan.

And he was rewarded.

Derek threw a punch, and Sam acted fast. He caught the arm, twisting Derek to the ground on his back with one swift motion and landing a solid punch to Derek's shocked face.

Alex laughed a hardy laugh, Ed cringed.

Sam jumped back, letting Derek stand. "A good sport. Note that!" Sam called, smiling.

Derek laughed a little, blood dripping from his nose. "Noted."

Then, Sam got owned.

Derek charged, throwing a low punch......No! A feint! Sam was to slow to bring up his guard again. Derek spins and kicked Sam in the side of the head. Them he landed a kick to the other side of his head a split second later.

Sam was stunned, and couldn't react at all as a punch connected to his torso, and paws grabbed his head, driving his head into Derek's knee, dropping the lion. Ed could be heard screaming in Sam's ears. Then a paw grabbed his thought and pushed up, forcing Sam to squirm upward for air.

"Get up man!" was vaguely heard in Sam's drifting hearing.

"Does he know when to quit?" Derek's cocky voice rang.

Sam smiled, truth was he didn't. Derek didn't acknowledge that Sam was bigger. He thrust his right hand into Derek's own throat, lifting the wolf up, and throwing him into the ground, now, under the lion who repeated the action, making the wild squirm with satisfaction.

"Do you?" Sam breathed, trying hard to keep him down.

Derek grinned, a modest grin, and tapped out.

Max, who apparently watched the whole thing made them all (including Alex if course) a feast. They all talked and laughed then brought it to the casino floor for cards and drinks.

They gambled, laughed and joked. Sam noted with a satisfaction that Derek really chilled out after the fight. He laughed at Sam's jokes, and acted normally which was a MAJOR relief, and even had some beer.

And Ed, as oblivious as ever, hardly noticed, or at least seemed not to notice. But, Sam smiled to himself; he looked so cute doing it.

It was officially the end of the lack of sex. Tonight would be amazing according to Ed's sources. (And they had better be right!!) Sam knew it would be magical anyway. The thought made his pants cramped. He shifted in his seat trying to adjust at the private Texas hold'em game, which wasn't easy.

As expected, Ed caught on fast. He wasn't good, but he understood it. He always had a way of betting too much, or giving away his hand. God bless him, his eyes widened like saucers when he nearly got a flush. Max tried the hardest not to laugh.

But eventually it was late (or early, however you see It.) and Max gave Derek a room down the hall, away from Sam, but still complimentary, which of course, Derek refused.

"No, no I'll pay." Derek responded, counting chips.

"Boy, my rooms are more expensive for a couple of days then all the money we pooled in this game tonight." Max laughed.

Ed looked at the chips, now understanding the full extent of the complimentary.

"Then I owe you one." Derek said, "Anything you need, I'm your guy."

Max nodded, saying something about respecting that in a man, shook paws with the wolf, giving him his room key and left.

Alex parted as well, giving big crushing bear hugs all around, before teetering away in a tequilas induced dizziness.

"Let's go!" Ed pointed toward the elevators and marched, leading the two raining men like soldiers.

Ed called the elevator and got in, hitting the button.

"Just go to your room." Derek said to Ed, blocking Sam from the elevator as it closed. "Me and Sam have to talk."

Ed looked confused, but obeyed.......even if he didn't want to. Sam looked at Derek for an answer, feeling uneasy again, but the drinks helped him stay calm.

The next elevator opened, and the two entered, Derek hitting the button this time.

"So........what's up man?" Sam asked as the lift rose. Sitting against the handrail.

Derek sighed. "Sam, look." he paused "Your better than me in the ring, and probably for Ed." he was distant and out of his usual intensity. He sounded calm and meaningful. "You're getting married after all. And I wasn't there for him. But you, a total stranger saved him, and gave him confidence. You have my blessing."

Sam laughed a second. "Ok, if you still really think I wanted that, then thanks."

Derek laughed "No you're not the type. But this was more of a request. One I have no right to make in a few days." he looked up at Sam, getting close. "Sam, I NEEDED him when I called you." he continued a little more hushed "But now, I just want to hold him again. He's safe with you..........." Sam had to try and not laugh at the alcohols effects on Derek's cool. "I need him in bed once more......just once." he looked defeated "Even on primal terms he was yours after you beat me. So here I am. ASKING you for PERMISION to take him one last time. Then I'll be done your deal with him about affairs aside, it'll be one last time and you'll never have to see me again."

Sam was in shock. There was too much in his head right now. Derek had submitted to him.......this was both a call of celebration and......pity?

Sam had to think a second, shaking his head in shock was that pity? He PITIED this wolf that was high on himself? How!? Why!? When!? What the hell?!

Sam sighed, it didn't matter why, he did and that's what counted. "Derek, you've been nothing but a pain in my ass sense I called you." Sam started, "You've threatened my marriage and my relationship outside of that with Ed. Give me one good reason why I should and I will."

Derek froze, thinking, and then he closed his eyes in tears.

"Thought so." Sam said leaving the elevator and turning down the hall.

But before he turned out of the elevators hallway into the main one, Derek grabbed him from behind, slammed his back into the wall and kissed him.

Sam was too shocked to return the kiss at first, he froze, feeling the foreign tongue enter his muzzle, and feel around. But Sam melted onto it, kissing back, and just when that started, Derek pulled away, teary eyed.

"I'll owe you much more than that." he licked his chops, and flipped his tail, walking to his own room now.

............................................... What the Fuck!?

Sam stood on the hall; absolutely mind fucked until Ed found him and called him in.

"Silly lion, what are you doing in the hall, I'm so cold in here." he was only in boxers and a V-neck. "Come warm me up?"

His eyes were deep and needy, so much so, Sam actually snapped from his daze enough to follow. He purred, entering the bedroom and stripping to his own boxers.

Ed lay, still clothed, sprawled out on the bed, his arm to his forehead defenselessly, Sam's own needy damsel.

"I've made you wait long enough." Ed said, his tail curling up.

Sam smiled, his cock shooting from his boxers front. He messaged it, approaching the fox.

Finally!

But Derek flashed in his head for a minute as he felt under Ed's shirt with a mighty paw. The poor guy...... No, no pity, at least not now...

No, latter he would pity.

Now he would screw his fiancé.

Sam put Derek out of his mind, and with Ed now shirtless as Sam tore off his plain white V-neck, it was easy. Sam grazed his finger gently over Ed's chest, tracing his barely visible abs beneath the white fur. Then he moved to the chest, pinching Ed's nipples slightly.

Ed raised his chest to the pain, it hurt only a little, but it was SO HOT. Sam could now see Ed's manhood rising behind the boxers, it was already hard, but now it was rising to its proper place. Sam took in a deep breath on the fox's crotch. The touch made it flick, and the scent made Sam moan.

Sam felt his hard on now. His boxers were purposely two sizes bigger for more room and comfort, so it showed much clearer.

Sam was breathing fast; he traced Ed's sides now, claw drawing faint lines. They easily cut Ed's boxers then retracted for safety. Sam then threw the useless cloth aside.

"I have to stop dressing for this, I won't have cloths left." Ed joked, breathing just as heavily as Sam.

"Oh no," Sam said sarcastically, leaning in over Ed "I simply couldn't deal with you naked all the time." he pressed his lips to Ed's chest, slowly working the kisses up Ed's neck until Ed got impatient and grabbed Sam's head, kissing him deeply. Their tongues fought for control and passage into the others mouth. It was wet, deep passionate kisses, then make outs.

After a good five minutes of making out and shifting bodies, Sam and Ed lay on their sides in a close embrace, Sam still in boxers, his tail flailing, his purring loud.

"Take those off." Ed said, managing those few words before they kissed again.

"Make me." Sam challenged. His eyes deep and primal.

Ed smiled and flipped his body around, his cock in Sam's surprised face. "Step one, bait the lion." Ed teased grabbing for the offending clothing "Step two," his tail wrapped around Sam, a light feather against his fur, tickling him. "Blind him." Ed cut the boxers with his own claws (there was no way he was tall enough to take them off from this position.) then he shivered and moaned, Sam had swallowed Ed's cock in his muzzle, working it over with a skilled teasing tongue "Step three," Ed managed barely "show him what he was missing." Ed took the red member in his own muzzle, trying to keep going through his euphoria. He was too short to fill his own muzzle, so he worked the tip, fast and unpredictably.

But failed. Ed kept stopping to moan, so he gave up for the time being, pulling himself up so he was sitting lightly above Sam's head, petting the lion, and moaning. Sam had to look up to keep sucking the sweet, salty red treat.

Sam readjusted, so he was comfortably over Ed's crotch, sucking loud, his ears rubbing Ed's legs with each movement.

"Fuck Sam." Ed moaned "oooooooh..............ughhhhhhhhhhh...............shit! Fuck stop! I don't want to end so soon!!" Ed shouted, pulling away.

They lay there on the bed a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes. Sam was so happy. He was so in love. He glanced over Ed's body, his young, supple, adorable, cute......... Sam stopped, frozen, at his legs with a wave of guilt. Ed's left leg lay slightly shaved, a nasty scar on his thigh. Sam stopped purring immediately.

Arrol.......Sam stopped, trying to calm down. But he was already flashing back to that day. He watched his minds reply of Arrol stabbing poor Ed. He choked back tears.

"Just say it!" Arrol screamed "Call him an unlovable FAG!!" Sam watched himself sit there defeated, the knife dropped again and again. Like an A-B repeat on a DVD player, the knife fell, Ed screamed the same scared, shocked, tearfully scream. Then it repeated again.

"Sam?" Ed asked in reality, lying beside the lion, which for some unknown reason lay in silent tears. "What is it? Are you ok?"

Sam sucked it up. "I'm fine." he stopped "I just can't..." Sam hade to put an effort into the words "Do this right now."

Ed looked hurt and shocked "What?! Why? Tell me what's wrong Sam."

Sam sat up, ignoring the fox. Ed watched sadly as the blob returned, sulking away. "Just stay their Ed." Sam said. Leaving the room.

"No" Ed said getting up.

Sam looked over at Ed, serious eyes. "Stay. I just need to think."

"Its sex!" Ed explained.

Sam came close to Ed's face and shouted "It's not the sex!" he roared, wrapping in a towel and leaving again. "STAY!"

Sam walked spaced out down the hall. He felt empty. Not really angry at Ed, just angry at himself for yelling. He knocked on a door.

"Hello Sam." Derek answered coolly "Are you here to..."

"Just shut it Derek." Sam cut him off coldly, handing Derek the room key. "Ed's waiting naked in our room for someone to love him." Derek looked stunned "And forget your deal, I just want to talk to you tomorrow. Max will be taking Ed out in the morning. Come back here."

Sam sulked past Derek into the wolf's new bed.

Derek, still stunned, walked into Ed's room, the fox indeed naked. Derek smiled, expecting an equal return, but only getting a weak smile. Disappointment.

They made love that night, loud and happy. But all the while Ed seemed distracted. Derek knew with a pained heart it was whatever was up with Sam. But he cherished the moment anyway, his last orgasmic one with his little fox. He too noticed the scar. But shrugged, opting to ask questions later.

Sam fell into a tearful sleep. He couldn't handle the fact that he couldn't protect Ed. Maybe.........

He sniffed hard, defeated.

Derek was best for the little guy.

Derek would have found a way to save Ed from the pain, Sam thought in his sad mind. Prepared more, done SOMTHING. Sam dreamt his failure until it woke him in the early morning. Then he dreamt of nothing for the remainder of the night.

As Sam predicted Derek woke up to an empty bed. Ed must have been with Max. Out of courtesy Derek cleaned up, and cleaned up the room before leaving. He was up late last night, it was already twelve thirty.

Derek sighed, scratching his chin. He realized with another sigh Sam still wanted to see him. This problem of his seemed complex, too much for an early morning. But, he owed Sam MUCH more than a single talk......

Walking down the hall he entered the second room, the lion listening to Derek's own iPod, spacing out, not noticing the wolf until he approached the table.

Sam removed the headphones. "Nice tunes." he said solemnly. His face a sad frown, he still had the large Krazy Ate's towel around his shoulders.

"Thanks." Derek managed awkwardly "For, well, everything." he thought about saying how much of a Jack ass he was in the beginning of the week, but was cut off.

"Don't mention it. Look Derek, I'm sure you saw Ed's scars." Sam started. "I couldn't protect him and I can't now, he almost died."

Derek had to do a double take. Was this for real? What had happened!? "Sam." he tried weakly.

"No!" Sam boomed "It's the truth. Arrol and his gang followed us and beat Ed! Then said I could have him unharmed if I insulted him and I couldn't!!" he was tearing now, hysterical. "They beat and stabbed him and almost shot him! And I was helpless......."

"Arrol? The gang leader?" Derek asked "He was bad news."

Sam laughed "No fuckin way." he swallowed "Derek I can't lose him, and you don't want to either. You can protect him......" he drifted "I was never meant to be happy."

Derek looked disgusted now at Sam. Was this a SELF pity party? "You fucking idiot. Get over it!" Sam looked up confused.

"Did you hear me? Take him, keep him safe." Sam said again "If he gets hurt like that again."

Derek stood, slapping Sam in the face "You beat me remember? Your better suited for it! You do it. YOU keep him safe and happy. Sam, he loved me, but he moved on, don't be me and drift away like an ass without a word."

Sam looked up defeated "I can't. You just...."

Derek punched him right off the chair "Just shut the fuck up you ball of self-pity! Get up and beat me! And don't say you can't! You've done it!" he bounced on his heels like before, fists raised.

"That's not it!" Sam roared, tackling the wolf, sitting on his chest, keeping him down "I can't do it! I'm weak! Unstable!! Look what happened to happy me just by me seeing the scars! I CANT DO IT!"

Derek was absolutely disgusted and ashamed of Sam. "Deal with it. When Arrol asked you to dis him..."

"I couldn't!" Sam roared, getting frustrated now "Listen to me!"

"No you listen to me!" Derek shouted, taking Sam off guard "You being hurt, hurt him! He was so distracted last night from your freak out. He loves you more than anyone else! And if your hinder Is Arrol, then do what he said! Insult him!"

Sam stared emptily now "I can't, I've tried." he got off the wolf. Derek was furious now, jumping up and kicking Sam down with a high swinging kick to the face. Sam dropped hard, looking up. "What the hell was that for?!"

"If you weren't moping you would have dodged it! Your life is so easy now except it and get over your passed grief. Who has a vendetta against Ed now?! No one, odd are you'll never be in THAT situation again! And I don't know what you've done in the past, but your future can literally be eternal bliss. If your happy you can protect him Sam. And Ed makes you happy. Just concentrate and you'll do it better than even I can!"

Sam thought for a while, Derek still bouncing ready to attack again, but Sam smiled, getting up, and pulling Derek close for a big hug. Derek almost thought Sam was retaliating, but realized his peaceful intensions, returning the hug. "Thanks." Sam managed.

"Don't mention it, and don't pull this shit again. Be happy like I was. I blew it, and I don't think Ed can handle more 'Daddy' issues."

Sam laughed "No he can't." Sam started to leave but turned again "Hey, Derek, how would you like to live in a mansion?"

Derek froze, "Excuse me?"

"When the wedding is done, my mansion could always use another butler. And Ed will be dropping in once in a while."

Sam left after that, already knowing the answer. He had a life to fix. He had to find Ed.

Max knew something had happened. Ed was VERY distracted. Instead of his excitable self, he gazed emptily out the window no matter what Max said. Not even new cloths, jokes, or Vegas attractions put a smile that lasted on the little foxes face.

Max had grown to like Ed. He was young, smart and happy. Max wasn't much older than Sam, but still, little Ed added some excitement, even to Vegas! He was like the nephew Max never knew he wanted. He loved the little guy.

"We could go to that umm.......whatever themed restaurant you've wanted to check out." Max offered.

Ed smiled at Max for trying to cheer him up, truth was, and Max was like a Kinda uncle to him now. Close to Sam, but not related. "Alice in Wonderland themed." Ed corrected. "And maybe later if I can find something to wear. Normal would be eye catching in there I would think." Ed knew with a guilty conscience that he was blowing Max off; he just couldn't stop thinking about Sam's breakdown. That masochistic lion, why did he beat himself up? He felt so bad he swallowed his pride and sent Derek to sex deprived Ed.

Ed was so conflicted last night; his natural desires and conscious thought battled him into an empty stupor. He hardly remembered any of it. He wanted Sam to be there, but he just randomly became Mr. Doom, Gloom and Pissy.

That's what really hurt Ed, the pissyness. The fact that Sam was so angry inside he yelled. He scared Ed; he had never acted that way before. Ed got over it of course, but Sam needed to be relieved of his burdens, guilt's and.......well.....his entire past.

Ed sighed audibly again. Sam was definitely a tough case, but one Ed intended to fix, or at least comfort.

But he felt so helpless......

"We're back." Max said as the limo driver parked. "See you later tonight."

Ed left the limo and gave Max a hug "Sorry about my mood. Thank you as always." he said looking up at the large dog.

Max hugged back, "Any time. And if you ever need me, just call."

Ed smiled, and walked through the casino floor aimlessly. The employee's knew him well. Most still thought he and Max were actually related calling him Mr. Fawks, which made Ed laugh being Max's real last name.

Ed just wanted to let Sam chill, and to plan his confrontation. But, at the same time he distracted himself from the fighty thought with what cloths to wear to Wonderland later, or his previous endeavors in the city.

Sam got on some cloths before he went on his search for Ed. He wanted an accidental and spontaneous meeting, but still needed to find him. Max's limo was back so he was in the Krazy Ates somewhere and Sam was determined to find him.

Sam's dark jeans and hooded jacket without an undershirt (leaving his chest exposed with the jacket unzipped) made the giant lion the sight for sore eyes at the ritzy hotel. Suited guests or those in polo's and dresses often pointed or even announced his lack of dress code.

Sam hardly took notice. His eyes dashed left and right for his fox. His Ed. His whole world.

Then he saw him slowly walking the casino floor. Ed didn't see him so Sam sucked up his pride again and approached, afraid of the outcome of these coming events.

Ed turned to see him with an awkward smile "Hey Sam."

Sam didn't bother; he dropped to Ed's height, and gave him a huge, furry hug. "I'm so sorry Ed." Sam managed "I don't expect you to forgive last night, but please let me explain why it happened, and why it won't happen again."

Ed was speechless, expecting the roles of talking and listening to be reversed. But he was relieved that he didn't have to make shit up on the spot.

"Ed, I finally realize after a talk with Derek that I can protect you." Sam stared.

"Of course you can stupid." Ed laughed "But goes on."

Sam smiled "Smart ass. Anyway, it was Arrol; I...saw your scars last night and.......couldn't help but blame myself. I couldn't save you from him." his mood was more depressed just bringing it up.

Ed looked touched, which confused Sam, cutting him short.

"Sam, I thought it was touching how you couldn't hurt me." Ed said, teary eyed now. "That's what's been eating you? Sam I'm fine. Roger saved the day." he teased.

Sam smiled "Ed, I don't deserve you, but..."

Ed slapped without a thought him like Derek had "No, I want you to say it now so you don't feel weak."

Sam looked confused "Say what?"

"Say I'm an unlovable fag." Ed said simply, like it wasn't a big deal, which Sam realized it shouldn't be.

"What?! Why!?

"Because I don't want a repeat of last night." Ed said with both fear and angry "I didn't like it when you yelled."

Sam stared at Ed, hurt. But the fox was being stubborn. Sam swallowed hard. "You're........a...umm..."

Ed rolled his eyes, grabbing Sam's muzzle "Say it man."

"muewwwah" Sam murmured in a jumble, receiving another but lighter smack. "A fag."

"Can anyone ever love a fag like me Sam?" Ed pushed, loud in the Casino.

Sam shook his head.

"Say it." Ed demanded "I want a whole sentence. You'll feel better I promise." he ended sincerely. "Please?"

Sam groaned, smiling at the ridiculousness of himself, "No one can ever love a fag like you!" he shouted.

Ed smiled him like Derek had also as Sam left, a superior, but happy they helped kind of smile. More like announcing you couldn't have done it without them.

"Sam, you deserve to be happy. Hell, you deserve more than me. You traded your life away to a pointless cause because you wanted to best your father. Stop living in regret Sam, and focus on now." he smiled and kissed Sam in the middle of the open floor. "Focus on me."

Whispers of gay and legality and [CENSOR] rang around from the already attracted audience of watchers, but Sam didn't notice, he picked Ed up in his arms wedding style, and carried him to the elevator for more kisses. Their lips only parted for seconds at a time.

"I would say I don't deserve such a forgiving fiancé.............but you'd hit me again........"

"Just try thinking differently Sam...........think about what you did to deserve it..........not that you don't........."

"What did I do to deserve..............such a smart sexy fox............."

"Better......"

The door opened and Sam carried Ed to their original room.

"I'm sorry about what I said......."

"You did it for a good reason..........remember?" Ed smiled "I should slap you for regretting it."

Derek sat at the dinning chair in the room. He saw them and started to leave, explaining that he just wanted to see them together, or to bring them together to talk.

What really happened they realized was the wolf had made the room for them? The bed was made, pillows fluffed, wine and glasses sat on the nightstands, and the room was dimmed to a sexy light with candles as well.

The two smiled naughty smiles and knew then had to finish what they started. They stripped naked without too much fuss, feeling each out, Sam on the bottom to start as usual. The make out continued.

Then as their cocks hardened, they adjusted. But to Sam's surprise, Ed offered up his little pink ass hole.

Sam paused "You know how this anal thing works right?" Ed teased, petting under Sam's chin with his tail, then moved to the lion's cock and sack.

Sam smiled weakly "Yeah, but I don't want to hurt you, feline cocks are notoriously spiked. I'll rip your poor hole to shreds."

Ed smiled, reaching under the bed. He pulled out what appeared to be a thick condom. The little ad read for felines, that it smoothed the retraction. "Feel better?" Ed asked.

Sam slipped it over his member with ease. Trying it in his hand he found it worked. He smiled big and stupid, grabbing Ed's hips with might claws, and wiggled his waist forward. He spat on the condom, lubing it. Then he reached down and licked into the little hole. It tasted sour, but Sam persevered for a few seconds before opting to finger it first.

His paws were furry, but after a good licking, he slowly poked his first digit into the little space. It moved in making Ed squirm. Then came the second digit. Sam moved them in and out slowly, prepping the tight space for stretching.

Then with no hesitation, Sam thrust his long feline cock up into the cramped space up to his sack.

Ed screamed, it hurt so much. Words couldn't describe a foreign member poking in your body in a tight space. His inner ass was on fire.

Sam left it in, not thrusting, just enjoying the anal tremors. When it all calmed, Sam went with little hip motions. "You're so tight." Sam moaned.

"You're so big." Ed offered, breathing heavily. "Thick and long." Ed repeated, face cringing.

"Want me to stop?" Sam asked, not wanting to.

"No, when your all the way in, you touch my prostate and I almost climax then and there."

Sam smiled deviously, still holding the fox's hips. He thrust in all the way, then twisted Ed around, belly up, facing Sam. "Hey there."

But Ed couldn't hear Sam, the twisting forced him into auto orgasm and he came all over Sam's chest. "Oh fuck! Sorry." he managed, out of breath.

Ed's climax made Sam have his. He felt his balls empty their loads, shooting days' worth of hot jiz up his cock into the condom. Sam's member convulsed with life, making Ed shoot more, now sperm deprived, cum onto Sam and himself.

Sam waited until he was absolutely done before slowly pulling out. The condom worked on the comfort thing, but broke, leaving his hot load to pour out of the fox after he pulled out.

They sat there, stunned a while, until Ed got up and started cleaning Sam. Sam pushed the fox back before he got much done, and started to work on his canine cock, and Ed's own chest. The fluid was salty sweet. Delicious. Sam drank as much as he could, greedily swallowing fast whatever he could.

Then Ed got his chance, removing the rubber from Sam with his teeth, then said something about him not Cumming twice and sucked his still hard cock until he came again into Ed's mouth, which swallowed every bit of it.

Sam collapsed on the bed, thrilled. He managed to keep it together. He made himself look at the scar.

It no longer hurt him.

"Maybe we should drink the wine." Ed said. "Then a bath?"

Sam nodded pouring the drinks. His life was actually working out.

The wedding also went seamlessly. They wore rented suits and had an everyone's invited after party at the Krazy Ates. San looked over at Derek as the priest asked about any objections, but the wolf didn't even react. The two enjoyed another lovely night before they got on a plane on the following mourning. Sam made Ed close his ears when everyone was telling them were they were going. Sam hadn't forgotten to give Derek driving directions and a note to the mansion and for Roger.

"Give me a hint." Ed asked as they flew to their honeymoon destination.

"Nope." Sam responded for the thirtieth time, adjusting his new ring as he stared at his husband.

He had never been happier. He decides to think of his life (with Ed's help) as scales. His first half sucked, so his time with Ed would rock so much it balanced the scales.

He gave Ed a kiss, catching the flight attendant's eye. Ed still looked curious, and Sam knew it would be a long flight.

"First Florida." Sam explained, "Then to London, then our destination." he took a pause for drama "Italy."

Ed's jaw dropped.

"Beautiful architecture, art, history, shopping, romance and such." Sam explained nonchalantly on purpose to bug Ed.

"Don't say it so boring! Italy?! Oh my God Sam." he stared into his eyes "I love you." another kiss and other stares.

"And I love you Ed. I'll always love you. Forever."