under2   Rated R for M/M love and sex. No violence, no hard words.
Just good, satisfying sex. And a few wolfish and sisterly thoughts...... 

This is part of the Back-Up series. Year 1 - Thanksgiving.   UNDER COVER
by Mitch Hudson 

Dief crawled under the bed. It was a very indignified thing for an Arctic
wolf to do, but he couldn't stand the distracting thrashing about his two
pack mates were doing. In the pre-dawn darkness one of them had thrown a
pillow off the bed and it had smacked him in the rump. He'd jumped as if
he'd been raked by a bear. How embarrassing. 

Thank the wild gods neither of the men had noticed. They rarely noticed
him when they were doing *that*. He rested his muzzle on his front paws
and watched the door from under the trailing edge of the covers. Someone
would let him out soon. Maybe it would be the older female. She was beyond
cub-bearing years, he knew. But the two men above him seemed to adore her
anyway. They doted on her. That was undignified too. One simply didn't
dote on an older female. But the pack's food did come from her, he
reminded himself. The Mountie used to be the one he got food from in the
new hard place, but that had changed shortly after the two men had started
*that*. 

No one opened the door. This was getting to be too much like those times
he'd sit in a car all night with them, watching some building or maybe a
person. Dief slunk out from under the bed and laid his muzzle on the edge
of the mattress. They were still doing it. 

"Ray," Fraser panted. "Stop for a minute. I think Diefenbaker wants
something." 

"He'll have to find some on his own," the detective said with a grin and
dropped back down on the Mountie's struggling body. He stroked his hands
up and down his lover's quivering sides, delighting in the moans of
pleasure his touch caused. 

Fraser closed his eyes and arched his neck back as Ray's lips found that
sensitive spot in the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Ray nipped
him then began to suck. He'd cause a mark. Fraser would wear a high collar
today. 

The smell of cooking food crept under the door and Dief whined. It was
bird meat cooking. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth and dripped
onto the sheet. He moved his muzzle higher up the mattress so the men
wouldn't know it had come from him. 

"Dief-" Fraser tried to form coherent words as his lover trailed sucking
kisses down his chest. "Ray, I-" his voice squeaked to a stop as Ray
skipped to his groin. 

Ray loved it when he took Benny's breath away like that. He captured
Benny's heating erection in his mouth, And none too gently. This would
have to last them all day, he knew. They were expecting a lot of company
for Thanksgiving. He grimaced at that thought. 

A drop of dampness worked its way out of the red slit in the end of
Benny's beautiful cock. Ray sucked it down his throat, listening to the
hissing noise Benny was making between clenched teeth. He shifted his
hands to lie flatter and touched a slimy wetness on the edge of the
mattress. 

Ray lurched up and Fraser gasped in shock at the loss of contact. 

"Eww, Dief! You're slobberin'. Get away," Ray comanded as he made shooing
motions at the wolf. 

"Ray! Don't do that." 

"But Benny, he's-" 

"No. I meant, *please* don't take your mouth from me so suddenly. It's a
decidedly unpleasant feeling." 

"Oh, I'm sorry lover. It's just that there's wolf drool on the bed." 

"Yes. That's easily understandable. An undomesticated breed such as a wolf
would find the tempting smells emanating from your mother's kitchen
completely irresistible. I'm quite surprised he's shown such restraint
during the last few minutes. Perhaps he's losing that edge to go after any
food he can detect. 

"Restraint? You call drooling and eyeing us while we're ... you know, you
call that restraint?" 

"For a wild creature, yes." 

"Should I let him out?" 

Fraser grabbed Ray's firm ass and pressed his cock back down to his own.
"After you kiss me one more time." He pressed his lips to Ray's open
moouth. 

They sought out the recesses of each other's mouth, tongues caressing,
lips pressing, and the stubble of unshaven faces rasping together. 

Dief looked on in disgust, blowing through his nose. Couldn't they stop
just long enough to turn the door handle for him? It was indecent, not
restraining themselves to when one of them was in season. Of course it
seemed to his nose as if neither of them ever went in season. Or maybe
they were always in season and he had no refrence for off-season smell.
Yes. That must be it. His first two-legged pack mate must always be in
season because the second one was always trailing after him. But the first
pack mate was the aggressor most of the time they were in this room. It
was very confusing. They were both males. Dominant males. But two-legged,
so he allowed for there to be strange differences from normal wolf
breeding instincts. 

Ray leaped up at Dief's returning whine and shuffled across the cold floor
to the door. He opened it just a little and let the wolf slip through. The
smell of roasting turkey enveloped Ray's head. Pie, pumpkin and apple? His
stomach growled and he glared down at the retreating silver back of the
wolf then slammed the door. He'd just have to satisfy that hunger pain
with something liquid and full of protein. He hurried back to the warmth
of the covers and his lover's arms. 

"Hi ya Dief." Frannie stopped at the top of the stairs and scratched the
wolf's head. "Did they throw you out?" She heard a loud thump then soft
moans emanating from the room Dief had just left. "Yep. They did." She
smiled broadly and wrapped her robe tighter about her. 

Woman and wolf decended the stairs together. 

Dief knew he'd get food from the woman. And she was of the age to bear
cubs. The pack mates should be treating her with the attention she
deserved, offering her choice tidbits, giving her the warmest spot in the
den to sleep. 

Bedroom noises followed Frannie down to the living room. She'd have to
tell them to stop when company began to arrive. She didn't relish that
task. They had no idea how loud they were and she didn't want to be the
one to tell them. Light began filling the windows now that the sun was
rising. She heard her mother in the kitchen and shuffled in there, Dief
close at her side. 

"Ma, how long have you been up?" 

"Good morning, cara. Only a little while. I just pulled two pies from the
oven and I'll start some breakfast biscuits soon." 

Frannie got a pitcher of orange juice from the fridge and leaned against
the counter as she poured herself a glass. 

"Will we see Gena today?" 

"No, Ma." Her roommate had gone home for the holiday as Frannie had done.
"She's gone to visit her folks. I'm glad I have you so close. I'd hate to
have to drive as far as she does just for a short visit." Frannie thought
she heard a series of thumps echoing through the ceiling. Furtively she
flicked a glance at her mother. 

"Good morning Diefenbaker," the older woman exclaimed as she felt the wolf
brush hy her leg. "I've got a little something here for you." She set a
saucer on the floor. 

Mmm. Hearts and lungs lying in a small pool of blood. He thought briefly
about offering them to the younger female, but, she wasn't his mate. He
licked them. They weren't fresh or even warm. He nibbled at one of the
hearts. He gulped both down and slurped up the lungs. All the blood was
gone from the saucer in seconds. That was a good start, he thought. Now
for some of that cooking bird meat. He sat on his haunches and stared up
with snow-blue eyes at the older female. 

Ray felt himself being pulled up, his mouth lost contact with Benny's
insistent erection. 

"Up here," Fraser coaxed. "I want you too." He guided his lover around
until they were lying on their sides in opposite directions. Fraser
murmured his appreciation at the sight of his lover's rigid cock in the
soft morning light. He ran his fingers over the texture of swolen veins
and the sensitive lip of the glans. Ray moaned delectably at his intimate
touches. 

As he felt his lover caressing him, Ray's hungry mouth returned to Benny's
hot shaft. Benny instantly thrust against him, so hard, so laden with
desire. He pulled back along the shaft, bringing his lips to the head and
listening for Benny's moan. He was rewarded with one, deep and sweet to
the point of bringing tears to Ray's eyes. Benny loved him. Loved him
deeply, completely, and Ray indulged himself with thoughts of how that
love had affected his life. He smiled around the stiff cock in his mouth. 

Frasr was hard pressed to concentrate on the sexual experience he wanted
to give his lover. Ray's unrelenting sucking at his achingly hard penis
was torture. He wanted to throw Ray onto his back and thrust deep into his
soft mouth over and over, howling until he came. Sometimes it was hard to
restrain himself, as hard as he thought Dief must have felt it was to
adjust to the mores and regulations of city life. He rose up on one elbow
to see Ray's blissful face. That did it. Fraser felt his love for the man
pouring out of his heart aand washing over their entwined bodies. 

He took his lover deep in his mouth, engulfing him all the way. Ray thrust
against him, whimpering as Fraser worked to pull his desire from his hard
body into his own textured layers of teeth, tongue and palate. Ray's
erection brushed against the back of his throat, tickling him and Fraser
sucked him closer, tighter, all the while working his fingers against
Ray's perfectly rounded ass. 

They gained a rhythm, slow and sultry. Their bodies meshed together
perfectly. Each one adjusted to the best position to give and receive
pleasure. 

Ray opened his radiant green eyes and watched Benny take him all the way
in his mouth. He moaned long and hard, the guttural sound vibrating from
his jaw to his lover's leaking shaft. Benny was on the verge and Ray
thrust harder, determined to meet him. 

It ... it was there. There, just within reach and Fraser stretched his
desire for it. Yes. Oh, yes. Ray's efforts plunged down his belly
resounding in his loins and came up through his balls and shaft like dark
lightening on a rain-soaked mountain top. He filled his lover's precious
mouth with his cum. 

Ray's hips thrust as he gasped and allowed the pulling joy to overwhelm
his senses. He pumped hard once, twice, oh, and again, so intensely into
Benny, into the sweet mouth of his lover. Those tears that had only
moistened his eyelashes earlier flowed freely down his cheeks and he felt
his rubbery muscles give way. He collapsed flat on the bed. Finally Benny
crawled up into his view. 

"Ray." Fraser stared wide-eyed down at the reverence he saw on his lover's
face. "Ray?" 

He couldn't form the words to express how deeply he felt at this moment.
Ray reached up a shaking hand and traced a finger down Benny's square jaw.
"I-" But nothing would come. 

"You love me," Fraser supplied for him. 

"Yes." There were no other words to use. None were really needed. And he
felt so good knowing that Benny could see it in his face. 

"I love you too," Fraser murmured as he kissed the tears on his lover's
flushed face. Each wet drop received his attention. He sucked and licked
them all away. 

Ray finally laughed at his actions. "God, Benny." He drew the man down on
top of him. "I do love you." 

The woman opened the oven door and Dief felt a whine vibrate his drooling
mouth. She turned to him and smiled, showing her teeth. He forgave her. He
knew she had no idea what an aggressive expression that was, what an
instant challenge to fight she'd issued. 

"I haven't forgotten about you, you darling dog. See?" she asked as she
pulled out a thick slice of bird meat. It had been sizzling in a pan with
two birds, soaking up their juices. She put it on a saucer to cool. He
eyed it tensely as it sat on the counter. His muscles bunched. 

"Look, Ma. He's like a statue. If you took that meat outta his sight I bet
he'd die of a stroke." 

It was a good thing Dief couldn't hear her words. 

When he felt the drool leaking from the seal of his tight lips the older
woman sat the saucer on the ground at his feet. He wolfed it up, hence the
expression, he thought smugly. He tried to get it past his teeth in one
piece. He choked on it a bit. But stretching his neck down and pointing
his muzzle out allowed the meat to slide down his throat. Mmm. That would
take a while to digest. He licked the plate hastily. Then, with glinting
eyes, flowed out of the room like the predator that he was. 

He padded up the stairs and nosed the bedroom door. He whined a bit,
judging the volume by the feel of the vibration in his throat. The second
pack mate, wrapped in a big cloth thing opened the door. His green eyes
were bight and he was laughing. Diefenbaker brushed by him. They were
through doing *that*. He sank gratefully to the floor, feeling pleasantly
full. 

The first pack mate who was naked and kneeling on the bed had a decidedly
aggressive gleam to his eyes. Suddenly he swooped across the room and
grabbed the other two-legged one and wrestled him back onto the bed. They
started *it* again. Dief wished he were downstairs with the food. 

THE END 

So ends my first post. "Hey, that wasn't so tough", I say in complete
ignorance before any comments are returned to my *innocent* ears, er, eyes
... whatever. 

All characters belong to Alliance. Plot (what there is of one) belongs to
me, Mitch Hudson 1996. 

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