My Heart Goes Out To You [End]

[FlyingPanther]

[OOC: This is a backdated rp. It couldn't take place at the time it was suppose to for several different reasons, but now we can work on it. This takes place soon after Serafino's death.]

Finally. Finally Anatolius was all his. It had been a long time since An had a day off, and as the antelope expected from the very first day they decided to live together, every day of work for An was like a molten needle in poor Acheron's heart. Of course, he had decided never to speak of how much Anatolius' job upsetted him.

After all, he wasn't bringing home any money to try to support them, and they had even moved to live in with a relative of his because the rent became to much. But even beyond that, on a more personal level, he still didn't quite know where their relationship stood. At the moment it felt somewhere closer to fuck buddies. He knew it was more then he deserved from such a loving canine, but it hurt nonetheless. There were so many times he wished for more, before he guilted himself for his selfishness. He still hadn't managed to tell the wolf that he loved him either. It didn't seem right. Instead he kept his pained heart a secret, and tried to enjoy the moments like this, when An was all his.

The morning had started off lovely enough. He had awoken to the smell of breakfast being brought up to the room that An and himself called home. After a rather delicious breakfast one thing led to another, as things usually do, and here they were, soft moans emmiting from the mass of their bodies as they carressed eachother into arousal.

Acheron sighed, enjoying the new things Anatolius could do to him with his bipedal form, when the door bell rang sending a chime throughout the house. Acher was broken from the trance that An seemed to have him under (as he so often did), and golden eyes looked up at An questioningly. "I thought you said....NNNnnn.....that we had the house all to ourselves?"

[Vyn]

There simply weren't words to express how grateful Tolius was to have Acheron by his side. Even without either of them saying a word, Tolius knew that Acheron loved him and he loved the male back -- deeply, desperately. If only he could just say it then it would make everything so much better. Except, of course, his work. That, however, was a problem not easily solved and which Tolius was putting off confronting for as long as possible.

Instead, he'd focus on rising up through the ranks and through his own skills until he could find something better suited. For himself, and for Acheron.

Not to mention the personal pursuits, like gaining his human form and those oh so useful hands.

More than anything, even the ability to strip-tease now, Anatolius loved the things he could do to Acheron with them and loved to see the male melt and sigh and moan. It made the awkwardness of being in a 'higher form' with his lover melt away just to know how good he made the male feel.

Tolius was utterly engulfed in pleasuring Acheron when the doorbell rang. The canine whined deep in his chest but didn't shift for an instant, his hand kept pumping the antelope's shaft and he kept lapping at the male's neck and chin. "I thought we did, Vana's supposed to be out on errands for..." he groaned absently, shaking his head. He honestly couldn't remember how long. "She's got a key, she'll let herself in."

If the knocks persisted he would have to answer the door, but for now Acheron was the only thing in his world.

[FlyingPanther]

Acheron didn't seem to have any stigma against the wolf's higher form, though there were times it was obvious that the antelope wished he had the same form. It would make things a lot easier then hooves ever made anything...but Acher just simply wasn't modivated. It was not that he didn't want it. It was hard to be modivated to gain something you wanted when you felt like you were going to fail no matter what you did. Acher still had it in his mind to some extent that he was a failure, the only real thing that gave him happiness in life was his time with An. It made things bareible.

An didn't stop his magic hands, and so the distraction only lasted a few moments, before Acher was moaning again, completely at the wolf's mercy. He moved his head to expose his neck to An's attentive mouth, ever nip and lick causing the Torquehelmite to pant pleasurably. His back arched, pushing himself into An's pawed hands. "Nnnn..." he didn't even bother answering An's remark, to engaged in their playful fuck to be able to really formulate a proper sentence in his mind. Indeed, Parvana would let herself in if she had to. Besides, Acher was still slightly afraid of the insect. It was not that she was a rare insect type...or even that she was a Corvistownian, but she was related to An...not him. He could only imagine what aweful things the insect thought about him behind her kindness. It was Acheron's own paranoia. He was hard pressed to believe anyone really liked him...other then An...

Another knock soon echoed through the house. This time Acher didn't truely get distracted. All he said was, "Door....Nnnn..." and allowed himself to continue to be carressed by the wolf.

[Vyn]

Anatolius didn't want to move. Didn't want to pull himself away from Acheron for a second. Not until, at very least, the male reached his climax and was left in a happy mess. Then again, there was much doubt that the canine would want to move even then. When he got the chance to be alone with Acheron, he took it.

"Nnn, Acher..."

He was about to say more, to moan and gush over the antelope as he always did, but the next knock thundered anxiously through the house and the canine was forced to hesitate a little. Fuck all! What if it was really someone that needed him? As much as he liked to pretend otherwise on days like these, he still had a life outside of his home with Acher and Vana.

"Fuck... I should... go... answer that..." Every note of his voice was reluctant, his hands were determined and eager and his eyes were so fixated to Acheron's delicious body that he simply couldn't pull himself away. Another knock and his body trembled with the force it took to slowly slide his hand away from Acheron's ache. "Nnn, fuck... I'll make it quick, promise... Then you're all mine again."

He let out a low whine and slid off the bed, muttering low curses beneath his breath until he reached the door and was forced to put on a presentable face. "Nnn, hello?" The canine pulled the door open as he spoke, his face an image of distraction until he saw who stood on the other side. "Viv! What brings you here... Is everything alright?"

[FlyingPanther]

Acher wriggled with pleasured underneath An, the warmth that they generated around them in spite of the cold chill of the morning seemed to only add. The door knocked in the back of his mind, but for once, Acher's politeness went away, and all he wanted to do was have this moment with An. The wolf's own moans pushing him closer and closer to his climax. But no such luck, it seemed An would have to answer the door. A large ache ran through the antelope's body where there was once pleasure, but he nodded, "NNnnn...ok...I'll be waiting....".

He watched the now bipedal wolf move out the door of the room, and couldn't help but feel an alarming sense of lonliness. The ache grew within his body to almost a pain, and he couldn't help but let his eyes get watery. It didn't help that his body was beginning to cry out for attention, cry out for the act to be completed. Acher hoped that it would just be a door to door salesman that An could usher away quickly enough. But something told him that probably wouldnt be the case. Maybe some of An's regular customers didn't get the memo that today was his day off...or something of that nature. And of course...in those cases, An would have to deliver. Acher eyes began to tear. He could always be second.

At the door, a coiled up snake sat, looking up at the bipedal brightly colored wolf. Viviane's eyes were red and wet from multiple hours of what appeared to be crying. He didn't look as prestine as he usually did, his flowy hair was knotted and unkept. Quiet sobbing sounds erupted from his mouth from time to time and he shook. "I'm sorry An....I know today is your day off." he said, his feminine way of talking marred by hoarse sobbing. He lowered his head and looked away momentarily, to ashamed of his state to look at the wolf any longer. "I just got some terrible news."

[Vyn]

Tolius felt a twist in the depth of his heart at the very sight of his friend and at the realization that he'd nearly ignored the serpent for the sake of staying in bed with Acheron. Not that staying in bed with Acheron was a bad thing at all... In fact, he desperately wanted to be back there with him. He would just have to be delicate and balance this out a little or he might just go crazy.

"O! Viv. Don't worry, you're welcome here anytime. I'm hiding from clients, not friends." He pulled open the door, beckoning his friend inside. "Come in, luv." Once the serpent had stepped inside, he pushed the door shut and locked it once more, leaning against the surface as he tried to contain the ache that was still tormenting him. "I was in the middle of something when you knocked, but I'll be right back. Make yourself at home, and I'll be back with drinks... Would you like something strong? Or..?"

He felt awful for making Viv wait, but he also wasn't about to leave Acheron aching in the bedroom. This way everyone would be happy and he'd be able to bring Acher out to meet Viv as well.

[FlyingPanther]

"Thank you, Anatolius. I just...don't really have anyone to turn to...especially now..." the serpent had always been a bit formal with the wolf's name in the past, but it still felt odd, with such sadness evident in his entire being. The gentle natured Lakelander was definately suffering, he slunk into the house at a snails pace, almost as if in his sadness he had forgotten how to properly slither. His eyes were locked on the ground, and not again did he look up at the morganberry wolf. Stranger still was what the feminine male said next, "Something strong would be nice....thank you."

Viviane had never been a drinker, it just wasn't very lady-like. In fact, the only time that the snake had ever admitted to drinking was when he was with a client, or meeting a client at a bar. Either case...most times the client insisted that he drink, and Viviane had always been the whore that aimed to please at his own expence. For the serpent to drink willingly was a strange omen.

Meanwhile, back in the room where Acher had been left, the antelope breathed deeply, trying to reduce the feeling of blue balls as much as humanly possible. He could hear the faint murmur of talking downstairs, though he was far to distracted with his own ache to really pay attention to what was going on. It was strange to feel so selfish, but Acher had to admit he was being just that. Today was HIS day with An...couldn't whoever that was wait until tomarrow? He immidiately felt guilty for such hostile thoughts, and sighed. The warmth from the bed that An and he had shared just a moment ago began to chill, and Acher found himself shaking not just from the overwhelming ache...but from the sudden change in temperature. It was strange how quickly body warmth escaped...

[Vyn]

The sight of Viv in such a miserable state absolutely gnawed at the usually cheerful canine. He frowned a little, hesitating before he drew away. Poor kid, what on earth could've happened to tear him up like this? "You're welcome, Viv. I won't be long, promise." Flashing a reassuring smile to his friend, Tolius hurried out of the room and back to the bedroom where Acheron waited.

He had a horrible feeling that this afternoon was destined to go down a horribly awkward path, but it wasn't time to think about that now. Tolius was determined to finish up doting on Acher and then he would console his friend.

The sight of Acheron sprawled on the bed, looking miserable and teary-eyed, was just as hard as looking at the red-eyed and disheveled Viviane and Tolius couldn't help the thin whine which escaped him. "I'm sorry for interrupting our fun, love." As he spoke he crawled onto the bed, tail wagging gently as he slid up to his lover. "A friend of mine, Viv, needs me...but you come first. I can't just leave you wanting like this."

The moment his arms tangled around Acheron, Tolius let out a sigh of contented relief and buried his nose into the fur of the male's neck. Smoothly his hand dipped back down, cupping the antelope's ache and beginning to fondle it once more.

[FlyingPanther]

Viviane noded pathetically, and as Anatolius left he coiled around himself, hugging himself with the different segments of his body, and finally burying his head in his coils somewhere. He looked very much like a miserable pile of furry ropes. He tried his best to wait for his friend to come back, tried his best to keep his composure like he had managed to do outside...for the most part. He was a lot sadder then he was allowing himself to show. Viviane felt weak when he cried, and while he was a woman who could get away with it...he still didn't like it. His mother had always told him that men would make you cry something fierce...but to have a stiff upper lip. He never knew how true such things were until he was kicked out of the house...and forced to make it on his own. So he sobbed silently somewhere within the coils of his body, eyes streaming.

Little did Acheron know how unhelpful he was being, which was probably for the best. He would have died of shame and guilt otherwise. Most likely he would later when he finally met the snake he had heard so much about from his An. He shook his head, "No...I'm sorry." he said, as he realized slowly that the day would have to be divided. It was extremely disappointing, and he still couldn't help but feel guilty for his selfishness. Why couldn't the world just go away on days like this? It always felt like that in the heat of the moment, but reality had a really annoying way of proving pleasurable moments wrong. "I was just looking forward for today....to....just be us..." he admitted, not wanting to lie to the wolf, but feeling the distinct sensation of a burnt red color forming on his cheeks from shame.

Golden eyes perked slightly at the wolf's mention of him coming first. The statement seemed to make everything better. Really? Him first? It meant alot to poor Acher in this moment, a moment where he felt so guilty for taking him away from things, a moment where he felt he would never be first in Anatolius' heart, a moment where he needed to feel needed. The ache ebbed into pleasure and it wasn't long before the wolf was in bed with him again. "NNNnn.." the antelope couldn't help but moan when they touched. Acher had grown cold, and An's warm body was a welcomed sensation. He shivered, and his own head, with a clank of the chains, nuzzled against An's head and neck, licking softly at his ears. He let out another moan when the wolf's furred paw hand grasped him once again..."Oh...AnnNNNnn.."

[Vyn]

Tolius groaned and trembled as their bodies meshed together and Acheron's moans filled the air, the sounds soothing away the remnants of his anxiety. Within moments his tail was wagging, his eyes closing as he placed kiss after kiss on the antelope's face and neck.

"Nnn, Acheron... F-Fuck..." He whimpered again, though the sound was more erotic now. "I was too, I always look forward to days like these."

Anatolius wanted nothing more than to stay here with Acheron all day, to listen to his moans and to make him melt time and time again. There was nothing closer, in An's world, to perfection. He just wished he could tell him just how he felt for him.

Panting more and more heavily as Acheron's tongue began to caress him, Tolius arched closer to the antelope and gently caught his throat with his teeth; biting just enough to make the area sore but to keep from leaving marks.