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Breaking the Line
Chapter 1
I woke with a start. Not fucking again, I thought as the dream stayed with me.
Not interested in letting it screw with my night, I rolled on my side and reached around the armadillo to stroke his already hard cock. With a sigh, Colby turned to face me without opening his eyes. I couldn’t tell if he woke up as he pushed me on my stomach and mounted me.
I buried my muzzle in the pillow to muffle my moans as Colby’s cock entered me. I didn’t want to wake William; the wolf had to work in the morning. I grunted as Colby bottomed in. He bit my neck and the dream flashed—the me of that dream biting the other sabretooth cat’s neck as I mounted him. That had been a central theme to all the dreams in the last two months.
I forgot the dream as Colby slammed his cock back in. Out and in again. Slow but forceful. I bit the pillow. Even in his sleep, the armadillo knew how to treat my ass. I gasped as a slick hand closed around my cock. A sleepy William grinned before kissing me.
Humping his hand was a natural motion with being fucked, and more comfortable than humping the sheet. The kiss ended as the wolf fell back asleep. His hand slackened, but I continued thrusting until I came with a grunt. Colby thrust twice through my spasming ass then let out a grunt of his own, his cock pulsing in me, and he became still on top of me.
Great, haven’t you learned this always happens when you initiate sex with sleeping guys, Denton? I considered trying to go back to sleep like this, but it wouldn’t happen. I was awake, energized.
Another reason not to have sex when you should be sleeping?
Shut up, I told my mind. I happened to love sex. If it meant short nights, well…I could do things with that time.
I tilted to the side and Colby rolled off me, his cock pulling a grunt from me as it slipped out. William’s hand tightened on my cock, but it was slick. I considered humping to another orgasm, but that was more fun with a cock in my ass, and it would just wake me up some more.
I wiped the worst of the cum out of my fur, then put the cloth in William’s hand. Colby could handle himself. I tapped the bedside table as I got out of bed, and the time displayed as too-fucking-early o’clock.
I crossed the bedroom to what had been the walk-in closet. The door was closed because last night had been noisy. Any night I had more than one guy in my bed was noisy, and that happened often. Eddy needed his sleep, even if I didn’t seem to.
His crib was against the right wall, closer to Lorraine’s partially open door than mine because… I couldn’t remember a reason. Maybe it had just happened. The changing and feeding station was next to it. I’d expected her to complain at losing the walk-in closet; I seemingly didn’t understand what women wanted or needed.
I stepped to the crib and whispered, “Hey buddy.” He was taking up most of the crib now. Almost a year and already time for the crib to be a bed. “Are you sleeping okay?” He was on his back, smiling, twitching. I pulled his yellow blanket to his neck. “I bet your dreams are all nice and normal.”
I wanted to pick him up, sit and hold him, but he’d wake up and demand to be fed. Lorraine already complained Eddy woke up too early. There would be ample time before I left for the office for me and Eddy to enjoy quality time together. I kissed my finger and pressed it to Eddy’s forehead.
I walked through the bedroom. William was pressed against Colby, thrusting slowly. The armadillo’s moans implied William had slipped in. We were a bad influence on the wolf—or a great one, according to William.
I passed my office and the weight room on the way to the stairs, then retraced my steps to grab the three cups I’d left in the office. The screen turned on as my hand brushed the surface to pick up one of them. The news site I’d been looking at before ending the day came on, muted since I hadn’t needed to hear their incessant commentary about the ongoing war.
Violence escalates in South Africa, the scroll at the bottom read.
I hurried down to put the cups in the dishwasher. I tapped the island’s surface, accessed my phone, and send Frank a message. Are you okay? Were the Adesidas the target?
Probably, came the response. It was the Gray Church, after all. But they haven’t contacted us, so I expect they are managing. They know Kenya is open if they need protection. Dad sent word out that the borders are open to anyone who has been targeted by the Church, Society or not. How are things in the US?
I put a clean cup in the coffee machine. Much the same. A Church representative is on the news daily to proclaim how homosexuality is a sin, and responsible for all the wrongs in the world. Two churches were bombed in the city last week. Looking into who did it. Arnold claims it isn’t on his orders, and I’m inclined to believe him. Until I find some anti-church protesters taking the credit, I’m going with the Gray Church doing it to make sure things don’t quiet down.
You mean Damian.
I took the filled cup out and improved it with French vanilla creamer. I doubt he ordered it personally, but yeah. Has there been any sighting of the tiger?
Not recently. The last one was Rome, seven months ago.
Did anyone within the Del Carlo family ever give details about what happened? I sighed as I took my first sip of coffee.
The only thing they said was that the pope was fine, but from what I heard through pillow talk, he’s cut all contact with them. As far as I know, he hasn’t reopened communications yet.
Despite being a Society family, the Del Carlos were a proper Christian family, and big supporters of the Catholic Church. That the pope cut ties with them couldn’t be good. Any sense he’s blaming us? I mean gays, for what’s happening?
Not as far as I know. If he did, or if he was part of the Gray Church, he’d be on the Net siding with them.
Keep me in the loop. I’ll test Arnold’s mood later today. How pissed Arnold was when I called was a better indication of how well the war was going than any news report.
The news wasn’t calling it that yet, but only because we’d had enough control over them. Damian was doing all he could for this to be a public spectacle, and according to my last conversation with Arnold, it wouldn’t be long before the sensationalism of the attacks became bigger than our control.
Stuff like that was one of the reasons I didn’t want anything to do with the war itself. I’d been more than happy to support Arnold when he stepped forward to take charge. Before anyone else in the Society even wanted to admit something was wrong.
My only concern was Denver. I’d stop the Church here, but the rest of the world was other people’s problem. No matter how often Max, Martin, Fred, and a few others said I should be in charge.
I hadn’t told them the other reason I wouldn’t take charge, no matter how often they said it was my place. I knew them, and they’d be relentless in trying to convince me I was wrong, that He hadn’t betrayed me. At least when I told them I’d be too busy with the war to raise Eddy, they understood that and waited a week or two before bringing it up again.
I took my half-finished cup to my office, closed the door, and brought up every local news site. Maybe one of them had uncovered something one of my teams had missed on the attacks on the churches.
Not interested in letting it screw with my night, I rolled on my side and reached around the armadillo to stroke his already hard cock. With a sigh, Colby turned to face me without opening his eyes. I couldn’t tell if he woke up as he pushed me on my stomach and mounted me.
I buried my muzzle in the pillow to muffle my moans as Colby’s cock entered me. I didn’t want to wake William; the wolf had to work in the morning. I grunted as Colby bottomed in. He bit my neck and the dream flashed—the me of that dream biting the other sabretooth cat’s neck as I mounted him. That had been a central theme to all the dreams in the last two months.
I forgot the dream as Colby slammed his cock back in. Out and in again. Slow but forceful. I bit the pillow. Even in his sleep, the armadillo knew how to treat my ass. I gasped as a slick hand closed around my cock. A sleepy William grinned before kissing me.
Humping his hand was a natural motion with being fucked, and more comfortable than humping the sheet. The kiss ended as the wolf fell back asleep. His hand slackened, but I continued thrusting until I came with a grunt. Colby thrust twice through my spasming ass then let out a grunt of his own, his cock pulsing in me, and he became still on top of me.
Great, haven’t you learned this always happens when you initiate sex with sleeping guys, Denton? I considered trying to go back to sleep like this, but it wouldn’t happen. I was awake, energized.
Another reason not to have sex when you should be sleeping?
Shut up, I told my mind. I happened to love sex. If it meant short nights, well…I could do things with that time.
I tilted to the side and Colby rolled off me, his cock pulling a grunt from me as it slipped out. William’s hand tightened on my cock, but it was slick. I considered humping to another orgasm, but that was more fun with a cock in my ass, and it would just wake me up some more.
I wiped the worst of the cum out of my fur, then put the cloth in William’s hand. Colby could handle himself. I tapped the bedside table as I got out of bed, and the time displayed as too-fucking-early o’clock.
I crossed the bedroom to what had been the walk-in closet. The door was closed because last night had been noisy. Any night I had more than one guy in my bed was noisy, and that happened often. Eddy needed his sleep, even if I didn’t seem to.
His crib was against the right wall, closer to Lorraine’s partially open door than mine because… I couldn’t remember a reason. Maybe it had just happened. The changing and feeding station was next to it. I’d expected her to complain at losing the walk-in closet; I seemingly didn’t understand what women wanted or needed.
I stepped to the crib and whispered, “Hey buddy.” He was taking up most of the crib now. Almost a year and already time for the crib to be a bed. “Are you sleeping okay?” He was on his back, smiling, twitching. I pulled his yellow blanket to his neck. “I bet your dreams are all nice and normal.”
I wanted to pick him up, sit and hold him, but he’d wake up and demand to be fed. Lorraine already complained Eddy woke up too early. There would be ample time before I left for the office for me and Eddy to enjoy quality time together. I kissed my finger and pressed it to Eddy’s forehead.
I walked through the bedroom. William was pressed against Colby, thrusting slowly. The armadillo’s moans implied William had slipped in. We were a bad influence on the wolf—or a great one, according to William.
I passed my office and the weight room on the way to the stairs, then retraced my steps to grab the three cups I’d left in the office. The screen turned on as my hand brushed the surface to pick up one of them. The news site I’d been looking at before ending the day came on, muted since I hadn’t needed to hear their incessant commentary about the ongoing war.
Violence escalates in South Africa, the scroll at the bottom read.
I hurried down to put the cups in the dishwasher. I tapped the island’s surface, accessed my phone, and send Frank a message. Are you okay? Were the Adesidas the target?
Probably, came the response. It was the Gray Church, after all. But they haven’t contacted us, so I expect they are managing. They know Kenya is open if they need protection. Dad sent word out that the borders are open to anyone who has been targeted by the Church, Society or not. How are things in the US?
I put a clean cup in the coffee machine. Much the same. A Church representative is on the news daily to proclaim how homosexuality is a sin, and responsible for all the wrongs in the world. Two churches were bombed in the city last week. Looking into who did it. Arnold claims it isn’t on his orders, and I’m inclined to believe him. Until I find some anti-church protesters taking the credit, I’m going with the Gray Church doing it to make sure things don’t quiet down.
You mean Damian.
I took the filled cup out and improved it with French vanilla creamer. I doubt he ordered it personally, but yeah. Has there been any sighting of the tiger?
Not recently. The last one was Rome, seven months ago.
Did anyone within the Del Carlo family ever give details about what happened? I sighed as I took my first sip of coffee.
The only thing they said was that the pope was fine, but from what I heard through pillow talk, he’s cut all contact with them. As far as I know, he hasn’t reopened communications yet.
Despite being a Society family, the Del Carlos were a proper Christian family, and big supporters of the Catholic Church. That the pope cut ties with them couldn’t be good. Any sense he’s blaming us? I mean gays, for what’s happening?
Not as far as I know. If he did, or if he was part of the Gray Church, he’d be on the Net siding with them.
Keep me in the loop. I’ll test Arnold’s mood later today. How pissed Arnold was when I called was a better indication of how well the war was going than any news report.
The news wasn’t calling it that yet, but only because we’d had enough control over them. Damian was doing all he could for this to be a public spectacle, and according to my last conversation with Arnold, it wouldn’t be long before the sensationalism of the attacks became bigger than our control.
Stuff like that was one of the reasons I didn’t want anything to do with the war itself. I’d been more than happy to support Arnold when he stepped forward to take charge. Before anyone else in the Society even wanted to admit something was wrong.
My only concern was Denver. I’d stop the Church here, but the rest of the world was other people’s problem. No matter how often Max, Martin, Fred, and a few others said I should be in charge.
I hadn’t told them the other reason I wouldn’t take charge, no matter how often they said it was my place. I knew them, and they’d be relentless in trying to convince me I was wrong, that He hadn’t betrayed me. At least when I told them I’d be too busy with the war to raise Eddy, they understood that and waited a week or two before bringing it up again.
I took my half-finished cup to my office, closed the door, and brought up every local news site. Maybe one of them had uncovered something one of my teams had missed on the attacks on the churches.
