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The honk of a car horn echoed through the warm evening air, carried on the slight breeze that blew in from the west. The chatter of animals as they gossiped and laughed sounded like white noise due to the sheer numbers populating the streets. Spring was in full swing and especially hot, and everyone was beginning to get the fever. Students marked down their calendars to the break. Businesses began changing their marketing to cater to those who were gardening and planning house renovations. And all animals, herbivores and carnivores alike, started to spend more and more time outside and on the move. It was the reason for the unusually heavy traffic around where I lived near the back alley market. People tended to steer away from that particular section of town, but with the new season came newfound bravery. The vehicles that passed by on the streets downtown were loud enough to drown out anything. However, somehow, people still heard the slurred jabber of a slightly tipsy red deer and his grey wolf counterpart. 

"Louis, please, you're making me nervous."

"Oh lighten up, Legosi! I'm fine."

It was Louis's birthday. Usually, it was not a day that he celebrated. Still, this time Louis had an inclination to be a 'normal' animal for once. He said that he planned on taking advantage of his youth, especially after looking back on his previous year, recalling the death and chaos. It was a concept he both dreaded, and felt was necessary. 

"Legosi, I feel like I need to do this."

"I-I don't know, Louis," I had stammered a week prior. I stared at Louis's determined face, trying to scan for any traces of doubt or wavering. There was none. For some unknown reason, Louis was dead set on drinking away the night of his birthday. "What if I throw you a little party?"

Louis barked a very bitter laugh, "No one would come."

My shoulders drooped; I began to fidget in frustration. Louis was leaned against the wall in front of me, but I could hear every small breath the herbivore took. After being with him for so long, the rhythm of his breathing was comforting. It was steady and sure, rarely wavering. Indeed, every part of him exuded confidence. But even though he was a self-assured soul, I still worried. As I started to grow fond of listening to his breathing, I became increasingly nervous about the deer's smoking habits. I badgered Louis to quit smoking, but he only rolled his eyes at me whenever I asked. I knew he was tough, but I tried to explain that, despite his grizzled exterior, he wasn't indestructible. We had argued about it once, and it was quite a sight. A large grey wolf standing over a thin red deer, begging him to stop lighting up; people were staring. Louis said he had no plans of stopping, no matter how many times I pleaded. Despite his apparent refusal to quit, I hadn't smelled tobacco on Louis's fur for months now. I was frequently tempted to ask him if he had taken my advice, but I figured it was better to leave it be. I understood that realistically it was none of my business. Still, the last thing I ever wanted to see was him getting sick. Not when I could prevent it. 

"Can't anyone go with you? To make sure you're alright?"

Louis shrugged again, shifting his weight to his prosthetic leg, "I manage just fine on my own. I seem to be lacking in the friend category, anyways, so not much use in that."

I exhaled, letting my shoulders drop even lower and rubbing my eye with the palm of my hand. I felt the familiar sting of building anxiety rising in my stomach. It was like acid, seeping through the soft tissues to eat away at my insides. It wasn't a foreign feeling; it happened any time a tough decision had to be made. It baffled me that, after so many near-death experiences, little things such as Louis drinking could give me the familiar panic. It seemed to trail me everywhere I went. Some things never change, I suppose.

"I can go with you."

Louis snorted and pushed himself off the wall, "Legosi, I don't intend to be cruel, but you might be a buzzkill. How am I supposed to loosen up if you watch over me like my nursemaid?" 

I frowned and stood up, towering over Louis. I had always had a deep respect for Louis and never enjoyed being firm with him, but sometimes it was the only way to get through his dense stubbornness. 

"I'm not letting you go alone," I replied, trying to keep the tone caring and soft, yet firm and final. Louis's caramel eyes widened; whether it was from shock or some other hidden emotion, I couldn't tell. Instantly, I felt a bit uneasy, and I realized it would show on my face. I tried to keep my eyes from looking into Louis's, knowing they would give me away.

Louis chuckled.

"Fine, fine," he muttered, and averted his gaze as he walked towards the window, which looked onto the street below the apartment. He turned once more to face me, pointing a stern finger, "But if you start mothering me, I'm going to pretend I don't know you. And I will tell security to usher you out. Got it?"

Relieved, I nodded happily, glad he had decided to let me go with him. I felt my tail beginning to wag slightly, and hoped Louis didn’t notice. Imagining Louis possibly drunk and alone with no one to watch over him was almost enough to make me feel ill. I’d always had the desire to protect Louis, even -- and especially -- from himself, and lately, I'd been more and more worried. Neither of us were strangers to chaotic lifestyles, nor were we unfamiliar with hazardous situations. But that didn’t stop me from feeling dread any time Louis was open to attack. I was sure he could handle himself to some degree, but I didn't want to risk it. I felt obligated to make sure he was safe, not only because he was my friend, but also because there was something inside of me that scraped its claws down the ridges of my spine at the possibility of Louis's injury. It was enough to inspire a guttural growl in the back of my throat. Like any other primitive instinct, though, I immediately drowned it out. But no matter what, it always came back, and was still searching for the red deer. 

After all was said and done, the experience was not an entirely negative one. In fact, a few drinks in and Louis became much more comfortable to talk to. Him loosening up a bit didn't seem like the worst idea after all. He smiled more, looked more engaged, and even showed me a bit of affection. It wasn't something I was used to with him, but I would be lying if I said my tail didn't wag every time he put his hand on my arm or his head on my shoulder. After a few more drinks, though, he had begun friendly banter with the bartender, which eventually led to a conversation with 4 animals who, in my opinion, seemed way too keen on getting Louis away from me. That set off alarm bells in my head, especially when two of them asked me if they could 'borrow him' for the evening. Images of a very intoxicated Louis being kissed and felt up by the two flashed through my head, and I had to stifle a growl. I hated that idea. Louis was so much better than that, and I wasn't going to let him out of sight. Thankfully enough, Louis politely declined and whispered something to the inquiring animals. I tried to listen to what he said, but it was drowned out by the music. However, whatever he told them caused both of them to raise their eyebrows and look at me. They smirked and told Louis it was nice to meet him before rejoining the rest of their group. Louis sat back down next to me with a devilish grin. When I asked him what that was all about, he shrugged it off. 

Apart from that single incident, it was a relatively easy night. I was beginning to think that perhaps it wouldn't be as difficult an evening as I had worried. At least, until we got out of the bar.

I hadn’t noticed how drunk Louis actually was until he stumbled away from the rowdy bar scene. Compared to the rest of the bar-goers, he seemed perfectly fine, but alone, he was a bit-

"Legosi, where in the hell are we going?"

I immediately had one arm around Louis, using it to guide him by his shoulder, and placing my free hand on his wrist. I was guiding him through the streets, feeling panic-stricken, all walks of animal life gawked at us as we passed. I could sense that many were concerned about Louis's safety. A large carnivore leading a drunk herbivore somewhere was never a good sign to anyone. There had been multiple incidents where carnivores had used alcohol to target herbivores, leading them away from witnesses. Oh no, the police are going to stop me for sure. They're going to find me leading a drunk deer, whose leg I had eaten, back to my apartment. That was not going to look good. If I got arrested, who was going to take care of Louis?

"We're going back to the apartment, remember?" I said a bit louder than I usually would, trying to appear transparent to the attentive ears listening in. Louis was pushing back on me a bit, but he wasn't too hard to redirect in that particular state. 

"I wasn't done though," the deer pouted, attempting and failing miserably to regain his normal forceful tone. 

I shook my head in frightful frustration, gently rubbing the fur on his shoulder in an attempt to keep him calm. This was starting to look like a scene, mainly because I now had to start dodging Louis's antlers as he swayed his head side to side. Please stay quiet, Louis. Please, please. As distressed as the current situation was making me feel, I was over the moon that I had gone with Louis. Again, I imagined Louis being like this, alone, and just the thought made me sick. Louis was the epitome of beauty to most people, as proven by the two animals back in the bar. If someone were to take advantage of him in this state, I knew I would have trouble not hunting down the bastard and making him pay.

"You've had too much already, you're going to get sick."

"I'm fine! I told you not to mother me you stupid fucking wolf."

I sighed and took the insults as they came. I was used to it, but somehow his usual blows hit a lot harder when drunk Louis was the one delivering them. Still, I didn't take it personally. What mattered most was getting Louis home safely without any injuries. We trekked on, passing a few familiar corner stores. It filled me with relief to know that we were only a block away from the apartment meaning the whole ordeal was going to be over soon.

"Excuse me, sir?"

I turned my head to the left, searching for the owner of the voice. In the doorway of a small mom-and-pop bakery stood a flour-coated older owl woman, who clutched a bread knife in her claws. She appeared cautious, her face expressing barely-contained concern and fear. Louis tried to swing his head to face her, but his antlers caught my muzzle on the way, causing his head to get caught and jerk backward. 

"Mr. Deer, is there an issue here? Do you need help?"

My thoughts scrambled as I began to speak in defense of the situation, but she cut me off. She only wanted to hear from Louis, who promptly attempted to pull himself together, but ended up with only half of his usual smooth and charming stature. 

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm okay. This is my friend, Legosi. He's not the most socially intelligent, but he's a good guy,” he slurred . With some struggle, Louis lifted his hand and tried to pat my cheek, but ended up drunkenly slapping me twice. “Like, he's scary, but he's nice. He's a good boy.”

Embarrassingly, my tail swished at the compliment, despite the accidental yet friendly facial assault. Nonetheless, the affectionate interaction appeared to relax the owl a smidge, but her eyes continued to assess me. I wondered if she had come across a duo like this in the past, and if she was comparing and contrasting the two situations. I was unsure. This could end really bad if we're not careful. 

"Are you sure? He isn't hurting you?"

Louis blinked in surprise and tilted his head as if his brain struggled to comprehend  the woman’s words. Could an animal really lose comprehension skills when they were drunk? I had a feeling I was going to find out. 

"No, not at all, he's got these reeeeally gentle hands. They're pretty big, but they're so fucking soft. And-" He leaned closer to the owl, even though they were easily 6 feet apart from one another. "-between you and me, it feels amazing when he grabs me." 

I could feel the flesh under my fur go red, my face reddening more than it had in a very long time. My expression twisted into a look of disbelief and shock. I stared at Louis, who was smiling his signature coy smile. He was fully aware of  what he said, and for some reason, that made me even more embarrassed. And yet there was also a trace of intrigue mixed in with the other more familiar emotions. Why was he talking that way? Did he know what he just implied? 

Did he mean it? 

I felt my stomach begin performing acrobatics. I had to say something.

"I-I really think I should get him home. For what it’s worth, I promise I have no bad intentions with him. He's one of my best friends, He decided to spend some time at the bar for his birthday, and I went with him because I was afraid this would happen. He's had a lot to drink, and I'm afraid he's going to get sick," I pleaded, staring into her watchful eyes. 

She sighed and appeared to drop her guard a bit, "Alright. Just, please, be careful with him. He seems a bit… fragile. Have a good night, you two." I nodded vigorously, and she turned back towards the bakery, though I could still smell slight fear wafting off her.

Happy to be moving on from the dreaded situation, I started forward again, but Louis’s scoff stopped me.

"Fragile? Me!? Preposterous! I am the leader of the-"

"Wow, Louis, you really are drunk!," I interrupted, slapping my hand over Louis’s indignant mouth, in an attempt to drown out his very dangerous and highly illegal confession. This wasn't the back alley market, and I was certain any eavesdropping herbivores would react badly to those credentials. I put my other hand on Louis’s back and gave a slight push to signal that he needed to start walking. At first, he was annoyed, but eventually gave in and began to trudge forward alongside me once more. 

I thought the battle would be over after we returned to my apartment, but I was very much mistaken. The biggest challenge was yet to come.  As we first tried to climb the stairs, Louis kept stumbling, which made him progressively more  irritated with every stagger. It was like watching a toddler try to take their first steps, except this toddler was an exceptionally drunk deer with underlying anger issues. "Legosi, what the fuck are these stairs!? They're disgusting. This has to be a health and food violation."

After the first flight, his annoyance turned to flat out refusal. Louis pouted, arms crossed like a child who wasn’t allowed to have a fourth serving of ice cream. He cursed the stairs again, using more colorful language than I had ever heard in such a short span of time. It may have been a new record. Many of the words he spouted sounded incredibly like gibberish - on the spot angry grumblings that the deer was somehow managing to invent despite struggling to walk earlier. I scratched my head, brows furrowed slightly as I tried to come up with a way to comfortably get Louis up the stairs with preferably little to no struggle. 

"How do you manage to carry shit up these stairs? They're angry stairs. They hate me. Why don’t they hate you, Legosi? Are they some kind of carnivore only steps? I'm going to complain to the city. Because this building doesn't know who I am, obviously."

His inebriated musings shattered my concentration and I stifled a chuckle as it rumbled from my abdomen. Louis was a handful in this state, but was tremendously entertaining. Despite my enjoyment, the intoxicated herbivore was growing more aggravated. Laughing didn’t help. He pouted even harder, a huff escaping from his lips sounding similar to a deflating beach ball. Unbeknownst to the deflated beach ball, he had given me an idea. I did bring things up and down the stairs, all the time in fact. So instead of groceries or boxes, I would be moving a cranky red deer to my room. I assessed the way he sat, figuring out the best way to hold him so that he wouldn’t tumble out of my grip. Not that he would be heavy, but he may squirm and put up a fuss. When he caught me looking he flashed me an expression that screamed what's it to you?

Lightning fast, I leaned down and scooped the herbivore up in my arms before he could protest. Louis squealed and flailed his body in surprise.

"Put me down this instant!.”

I shook my head and flashed him an easy smile, hoping to diffuse the bomb with antlers, ”It’s much easier for you to get up the stairs this way.”

"I can do it! I don't need your assistance, mongrel,” he spat back.

I disregarded the insult. I knew the mob boss put a lottery’s worth of stock into his independence. This was probably degrading. But if I made it an honor to carry him…

“I know you’re able to! But I wanted to carry you, Louis.”

Louis stopped, mouth agape as if I reached in and stole words from him. Despite his obvious embarrassment, his body relaxed. "Oh, okay then," he mumbled, instantly regaining his friendly demeanor. So intricate, yet so predictable. Did anyone else pick up on the little ticks that made Louis who he was? It’s a shame to miss out on; he was quite a creature to behold. Frail as any deer, and yet the strongest animal around. Watching his everlasting confidence and willpower take effect made me feel pride. Proud to call him my friend, my partner in crime. Literally.

The difference between carrying him and watching him struggle to use a railing was astonishing. The only issue was his antlers, which I was cautious about, because if they got chipped or broken I’d never hear the end of it. Louis remained silent as I ascended the steps, almost as if he was contemplating and brooding in his ever so secret mind. As curious as I was to how his thought processes functioned, I figured it was better to keep my nose out of where it didn’t belong.

Glancing down, I was startled to find his caramel eyes staring intently at my face. I gulped. Preparing for whatever lashing I was going to receive. But nothing was said. He kept his eyes on me, seeming suspicious for some reason. Puzzled, I brushed it off.

I set him down on his feet once we reached my apartment door. Juggling Louis in one arm and unlocking the door with the other would be the ultimate recipe for disaster. He groaned as his feet touched the landing and stumbled. Gasping with panic I grabbed his forearm before he could tumble any farther towards the railing.

"Louis, please hold still. You're going to fall-."

"I can't fall, I'm a deer," Louis sneered, proceeding as if that sentence wasn’t absolutely absurd. Arguing was pointless though and worthless. I unlocked the door hastily and shoved it open. The familiar creak of the bolts was welcoming as always. I beckoned to Louis gesturing to the open door. To my relief, he took the hint with little trouble. As he entered the abode, I took one final look at the busy life outside. Happy animals everywhere, iced teas and snacks in hands, social as ever. It was cathartic to watch carefree folks, a refreshing breath of air from the normal chaos of my life. I inhaled, inviting the variety of smells into my lungs once more. The familiar scent of car exhaust and sea salt mingled charmingly with the nostalgic fragrance of carnival treats. I sighed when I tasted rain on the breeze, ever so grateful that we made it home before it poured.

After locking the door I warily turned to my dazed friend, praying he hasn’t injured himself horridly in the few seconds I had turned away. The stag was currently prancing gracelessly around the apartment, inspecting it like a realtor would a new property. I figured he would stay out of trouble for a minute or so, so I kicked off my shoes and put my keys and wallet away in their usual spots. Cool air surrounded me like a faulty blanket, thanks to the air conditioner that ran from the window. Thanking myself once more that I got it installed before the heatwaves hit. Maybe the change of temperature would sober Louis up a bit. 

Clang . 

When I turned around I saw that Louis had knocked over a metal folding chair that once leaned against the wall. Another slew of curse words flew from his lips. It was still very odd for me hearing him swear. Typically Louis had a dapper vocabulary and rarely strayed outside of its firm integrity. But drunk Louis traded in the proper vocab for four letter words such as-

“Fuck! Legosi, you have to move this shit, I'll fall if you keep all of this damn bullshit on the floor," he moaned, gesturing to the spotless floor that I had spent all afternoon tidying up for him. It was still spotless. I tilted my head to the side, brows furrowing in bewilderment. Either my eyes were failing me or Louis was obliterated by alcohol. I had a sneaking suspicion of which answer was correct. Was nothing on the floor before he knocked the chair over.

Louis steadied himself to the best of his—malfunctioning—ability. He frantically darted his eyes around the room once more before settling on the mattress. He raised his eyebrows and pointed, "Is this the sleeping situation?"

His tone made me feel a bit sheepish. There was no secret that Louis was a trust fund baby and no stranger to luxuries. I didn’t think my apartment was that bad though. I was content at least. We had to agreed that if he had to go out and drink, he would crash at my place until he sobered up. At first, Louis was opposed, but he eventually warmed up to the idea. He brought with him a change of clothes for the morning, but nothing else. But I prepared for that and bought him a toothbrush and toothpaste the day prior. I shuddered, getting Louis to brush his teeth in this state was going to be a chore.

“Louis, do you want me to take you home?” I offered, dreading how awful that trip would be. But if Louis was happier at his house, I didn’t want to force him to stay with me.

His head drew back a bit, like I dealt him the worst insult he had ever received. I saw his tail twitch in what I gathered to be annoyance.

“You’re kicking me out? Why?! What did I do?”

I held up my hands, surrendering to his rage. “N-nothing! Nothing,” I sputtered, shaking my head. “I was just worried you weren’t going to be comfortable-.”

“I am always comfortable. I can sleep anywhere I want. I don’t need permission to sleep. I can fucking sleep at any time.”

That wasn’t the issue at hand, but I decided to go with it anyway.

"I know it isn't very fancy, but I cleaned the sheets this morning, so they're fresh, you won't get any grey fur on you," I gingerly reached over and took hold of his hand, "Let's get your teeth brushed."

Louis gawked at me, somehow looking more offended.

“Why wouldn’t I get grey fur on me? What if I want grey fur on me? Who died and made you boss? Are you not sleeping?" He demanded with searing eyes.

I scratched the back of my head nervously, straining to avoid his probing and intense stare. Louis's presence was always enough to make my heart hammer out of my chest. He was so enthralling, all of his facets drew people in; the rhythm of his voice, the wise look in his eyes, the chiseled features of his face. I was no exception, happily weak to his demands. But he was wasted, he would be miserable if I slept next to him.

"I'll be just down the hall, not far at all. My friend Zaguan doesn't mind if I stay the night when I have gues-."

"You aren't going to sleep with me?" 

I knew what he meant, but the wording of his question almost gave me heatstroke. I half expected him to backtrack and correct himself, but he didn't. He just stared daggers at me. I loosened my grip on his wrist and made an attempt to resolve his rage.

"I figured you would want the space to yourself, there’s not a lot of room. I'll be right down the hall, it really won't be any troub-."

"I'll be cold without you though, it's cold in here," he sputtered, cutting me off again. The words came with a swiftness that seemed to catch us both off guard.

I gestured to the air conditioner with my eyes, "I can turn it down-."

"I'll get lost."

Once again, the hastiness of his response dumbfounded me. But that wasn’t the only thing that was confusing. Was it my apartment he was talking about? The one single room plus a bathroom? Lost? I wasn't even sure if getting lost was an option. Unless he was getting lost in plain sight.

"Louis, I'll be just a few doors down, if you need anything you can come get me," I bargained, trying to convince him with as little collateral damage as possible.

I expected another snippy argument, but instead I was greeted with silence. His lips pursed together and ears seemed to lower. It really unnerved me. I hated seeing Louis sad, especially if it's in response to something I could prevent. I sighed in defeat, grabbing his wrists again and pulled him towards the bathroom. 

"I can stay with you if you want me to," I surrendered softly. Truthfully, I did not mind the idea of sleeping next to Louis. In fact, I was happy he wanted me to stick around. I chalked it up to my protective nature, wanting my loved ones close.

Louis nodded, seeming happier already. I hoped the rest of the evening would go smoothly. So far there were no issues. Guess we can only hope.

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Getting Louis to brush his teeth was not as strenuous as I imagined, but it was maddening to observe. He jerked the brush around at a fraction of a normal person’s pace. I fought the urge to reach out and help him, knowing it would undoubtedly earn me an elbow to the gut. So I stayed put and let him try his best.

The sun had almost completely vanished, the room had become rather dark and lit only by a pale stream of blue light that emanated from the open window. Thunder bellowed in the distance, sounding only a mere miles away. Yet, despite the threat of incoming rain, music began to play from down below on the street. I instantly recognized it as a pop song that seemed to be making its rounds on the radio. I didn't know the name, but I didn’t need to. It was everywhere. Not a day passed by where I didn’t hear its catchy melody blasting from the open window of a car. I had minimal interaction with current music, but even I could hear the appeal.

Louis nodded his head along with the rhythm, obviously familiar with it as well. He was humming. My ears perked up. I never heard him hum before, but the timbre of his voice was golden and extremely pleasing to the ears. I always wondered what it would be like to hear him sing. Without a doubt, it would be just as incredible his other theatre skills. Was there anything he couldn’t do?

The tipsy stag broke away from my guiding hand and faced me head-on. He appeared calmer like someone switched the TV channel from an action film to a cooking show. It was a tad polarizing, but he retained his charm as always. I felt his slender fingers interlock with mine, lacing together like elegant embroidery. I was confused, but his comfortability soothed me. He didn’t show affection to anyone. He trusted me. I’d never held hands with Louis before, but they were soft. It didn’t really come as a surprise, but it was beyond satisfying.

The rhythm seemed to take the herbivore, swaying him from side to side like he was a middle schooler at their first dance. He seemed to be having fun. Stoic was practically Louis’s middle name, letting loose was a rarity. It felt weird seeing him in this mood. But when he flashed me another little grin, I was sold. Happiness looked way better on him than anything else.

Maybe I was doing something right. I wished I could make him happy like this all the time…

"Do you know this song?" I inquired, trying to keep the conversation alive. It felt reminiscent of those rom-com films, where the protagonist meets a partner at a bar and has to make small talk before they connect. Was that a rom-com or was that just life? I didn’t know. I’d never really been in such a situation either way. Maybe this was just how friends talked to one another.

He nodded. "Legosi, do you still remember how to dance? From the club?"

M y ears pricked up, "Yes, I do."

"Its been quite a while, I think I may need to be refreshed on some moves. Can you help?"

Louis? Louis the Red Deer asking me for dance lessons? I nodded quickly, my tail matching my enthusiasm. Ever since I met him, I always wanted to prove to Louis that I was useful and competent in regards to the work I did for our drama club. But most of the time he’d roll his eyes and deal me snarky remarks, but I didn’t mind. I could tell that he still appreciated me, even if he refused to show it. It was apparent in the way he would depend on me for all of his side work. I was always his first choice. And now I was his first choice as a dance teacher. Even though we were a far cry from the two boys in the drama club, I was thrilled. Normally I would be nervous, considering I was dancing with someone who had mastered the art. But he was inebriated. If I made a wrong step, I doubt he’d bite my ear off.

B ecause Louis may run us into the wall, I decided it was best if I led the dance. So I guided Louis's hands to the desired position: one on my shoulder and one clasped with my own. I was didn’t know if he was interested in a ballroom-style dance, but it was the type I knew best, so its what he was going to get. I nodded encouragingly, then began. 

The tune was not meant for couple-type dancing, but I accommodated to the best of my abilities. I was sure to be extra careful with Louis, preventing any unnecessary injuries or stumbling. At one point I tossed around the idea of dipping him, but that seemed like a move not worth the risk. If I dropped him, I’m not sure what I’d do.

Contrary to what he had implied, Louis didn’t miss a beat. His skills were sharp as a tack. In fact, somehow, he was more graceful than ever. Even with misty eyes, he appeared utterly focused on my every move, matching it with one of his own. He was astonishingly graceful and remarkably lovely. I never danced with him before, but I now understood why all the girls at Cherryton lined up to get their chance. Very few actually succeeded, despite the eyelash batting and sugary sweet words. Louis seemed to never have time for their desires. Yet here I was, dancing with him in the moonlight. Somehow I passed through the long line of admirers and made it to the very front.

Louis was an enigma, someone who was admired without question. Animals considered Louis a perfect specimen, immaculate, and impeccable. An artist who knows his goals and how to achieve them. Louis, himself, is under the impression that he is physically weak and lacking. He endlessly seeks ways to prove that he is powerful enough to survive in the world dominated by hunger and blood lust. But to me, Louis is misunderstood. He is not perfect, he is not weak, but instead, he is like a butterfly. Multifaceted, full of colors, and ever-changing. Eye-catching, majestic, and full of possibilities. It seems that every time I turn around, I discover something new about him. Observing him is like watching the world spin. He was a living kaleidoscope, ever-changing, but always unwaveringly beautiful. 

"You seem to remember just fine," I laughed, lifted my arm, and twirled him around gingerly. 

He huffed a laugh and cupped my muzzle with his free hand. A long shushing noise left his lips, followed by a low rumbling chuckle. He released me, hand drifting back to my shoulder as the lids of his eyes slowly shut. With one long sigh, he rested his head against my chest. When his cheek touched, it seemed to spawn a glowing warmth in my blood. The reaction I had confused and unnerved me. My analytical brain tugged at me, begging for an explanation. I ached to dissect what was happening, come up with something logical, but I shoved it away with all my might. Perhaps this was something I should just experience, rather than investigate. Maybe sometimes answers weren't necessary. Sometimes only blind faith entangled with liberated emotions were the things that mattered.

We remained that way for a while. Swaying gently to and fro as the song faded into silence. Louis clued no signs of wanting to stop. If it wasn't for his slight movements, I would have assumed he had fallen asleep in my arms. The rhythm of his heart was slow and steady, his breathing likewise. It was a strange affair, Louis was never one to give affection or show vulnerability. I had a few friends, like Jack, who had no problem being touchy. The Lab was always one to run up and hug me as I walked into the dorm room after a long day. Louis was never one of those friends. He was not opposed to touching me, he had multiple times before, but this was something much different. I skimmed through my memory, trying to recall if I had ever seen him this close with another animal. Nothing. To my knowledge, no one had seen this part of him. Was I the first? But why me?

A knock on the door made gave us both a start. E ars perked up, I intricately weeded through the sounds of the night, trying to find hints to the visitor’s identity. Unfortunately, most sounds were drowned out by the drizzling rain. I stepped away from Louis, steadying him in place as I left to check the door. He groaned loudly, annoyed at the sudden distance. He really is pretty bratty, I smothered a laugh.

When I reached the door , I cracked it open and peeked out into the night. On the front stoop stood a familiar small sheep dressed in periwinkle pajamas with white slippers. She seemed exhausted, but her eyes appeared to be fighting the sleepiness

"Sebun?" I smiled. My neighbor was always a pleasure to see, but I was confused as to what the occasion was. Normally she didn’t come to visit this late. The sheep smiled and waved her hand. 

"Hi, Legosi. I got a call from Zaguan, he said he saw you walking home from downtown with your deer friend. He said he looked a bit rough, do you need help? I can bring my first aid-kit if something is wrong."

I flashed her a grateful grin and shook my head, "Oh no, it's alright. He's fine, just a bit under the influence-."

"Who is that?"

Sebun's eyes widened at the sharp inquiry. Louis was approaching from behind, determined, and stumbling a bit less. I glanced over my shoulder, the deer looked agitated as he stepped over to my side. I was shoved out of the way and was replaced by the birthday brat.

Sebun was friendly as ever; she waved like before and introduced herself. Louis seemed utterly unimpressed and began to shut the door before she could finish. I grimaced and held the door firm, propping it open. I didn’t want her feelings to get hurt, but he was determined to get it closed. She was a bit shocked, but the shock quickly melted into a grin of amusement when she heard the frustrated stag growl at me.

"No girls. Me. It's my birthday, I'm important."

I was no stranger to embarrassment , but it was a particularly potent sensation at that very moment. Apologetically smiled at Sebun once more as I fought to keep the door ajar. She covered her mouth to stifle a laugh and turned to walk off, a smile decorating her pretty face.

"Goodnight Legosi, have fun! Don’t be too loud.”

I gulped and gave in to Louis’s strength. The door slammed shut with a loud bang. He turned back around and stared me right in the eyes. I expected some snarky remark but was taken aback. He seemed hurt. I ran through the past 5 minutes in my head, searching for anything that could have sparked this sort of reaction.

Did I do something? I hope I didn't make him upset. He seemed so happy, only a minute ago. His breathing was heavy, with hands balled into fists at his sides. I half expected him to lash out, so I prepared myself. Louis was harsh when he wanted to be, but I was used to it. Even if it was a downer, I could deal with it, no problem.

His body began to tremble, a soft whimper escaping his lips. He began to cry.

I panicked. 

I reached for him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders tightly. He didn't oppose. My mind buzzed at a million miles an hour. I was always iffy about which plan of action to take when it came to soothing tears. Especially when I was clueless about the catalyst of said tears. I figured my best bet was to get him into bed so he could sleep this whole ordeal off. Maybe being drunk was too much to handle, he would feel a bit more clear-headed in the morning.

He willingly walked with me to the bed. I got him to sit down without much of a fuss, but the tears continued to fall like raindrops. The storm outside seemed to seep its way into my room. I felt guilt creep up my spine like a sluggish spider as I looked him over. Mimicking what my grandfather would do, I lifted my hand and clumsily wiped a tear from Louis’s cheek with my thumb. He pressed his cheek into my palm but said nothing.

He stayed silent as he began to take his shirt off. Earlier, I offered to lend him pajamas, but he insisted on sleeping in his underclothes. I figured that was perfectly normal and gave it no more thought. Unbeknownst to me, we were both on different pages in terms of sleeping arrangements. He was willing to sleep half-naked despite me being right next to him. Maybe he was comfortable with me, after all.

At first, I had no concerns about how Louis took his clothes off. I observed as his  black turtleneck got caught on the pointed spokes of his antlers, then I had one concern. He began to get frustrated with the fabric, yanking and tugging every which way to free himself from the cotton.

Rip.

He paused, defeat imminent in his tired eyes. I could barely see his face, but I knew he looked pissed. The shirt was skewered, half off of his body, and half tangled within his antlers. In a way, he looked like a marionette doll that got caught up in its own strings. With his tough-mobster façade all but forgotten, entwined in his shirt, he looked undeniably cute. I always fancied Louis a beautiful creature, with his delicate features, slender build, and stunning sculpture-like antlers. But right now, he wasn't a perfect work of art, he was a bit of a mess, and it was adorable. 

Adorable wasn't a word I often used. Especially not in regards to friends, and definitely not guy friends. But it was the only adjective that was suitable. Maybe I was too frugal with the word. Guys did have the potential to be adorable… Jack, when he described a new hobby that grabbed his attention. Tem, blushing as I ran my fingers through the wool on his chest. And, of course, Louis, any of the rare times when someone could get him to laugh. Maybe guys could be adorable after all, maybe a lot of them were. It might just be easy to miss if I didn’t know what to look for…

I reached over and pulled the shirt off, holding it in my hands to examine the damage. It could be sewn, but it would never be restored to its previous glory. I glanced up at him, expecting to see more tears. But he only sighed and stretched, seemingly satisfied after being freed from the fabric prison.

I had never seen Louis shirtless before. I had no clue what I had been expecting, but I still found myself surprised. The vibrant color of his fur was stunning. It was not long and mangy like mine, but fit his form like a glove. It appeared to shimmer a bit, reflecting the soft moonlight that spilled in from the window. The faint outlines of his ribs were visible just below his breast. He looked too thin. Guilt washed over me once more like a tsunami. He was becoming too stressed. Was he eating enough? I couldn’t know for sure, but I’d make sure to take him out for a big breakfast in the morning.

Louis reached for his prosthetic leg, but his long fingers fumbled with the fastenings. Another thing that he struggled with, despite doing it thousands of times. He grunted and kicked his foot out in frustration. I felt pity in my stomach, something I know he hated more than anything else. He would rather me bite off his left ear than give even an ounce of pity. Still, I couldn't help it. And as he continued to slip up, I started to feel something more potent than pity. I felt guilty. 

I took hold of his wrists, carefully moving them out of the way so I could help.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

I could swallow the nagging in the back of my throat or fight the pulsing dullness that burned my eyes whenever I saw him show disdain for his condition. But I always felt awful. Despite what he says, I was the one who caused his life that inconvenience.

“Of course, Louis.”

I rarely hungered for him anymore; that lust got buried by the utmost desire to never harm him again. I was haunted by what I had done, what I had damned him to. The deer was bound to me, a wolf. A wolf frequently injured, bruised, and battered for his way of living. And Louis could feel everything. Any physical suffering I felt, his body answered in an echo. He may have asked me to take what was his, but I was the one who complied. Although he had assured me countlessly that it was his choice to give his leg up, I felt responsible. Still, knowing that he was still safe gave me a satisfaction I couldn't explain. In a way, I never felt alone knowing that Louis was alive and breathing, setting the world on fire with his headstrong ideas and stubborn attitude. 

I finished taking off the prosthetic and placed it on the floor, doing the same with his shoe. I heard a grunt and looked up at Louis, who had started unbuttoning his jeans.

"Legosi, can you help?" He huffed, seemingly impatient. But his eyes didn't match that impatience. Instead, they watched me, gauging my reaction. I felt like I was being tested on something, so I proceeded with caution.

The button and zipper on a pair of jeans were not complicated mechanisms. But the herbivore was pretty far gone, so I couldn't assume that he could do anything on his own. I moved up, leaning in as I unzipped the fly and hooked my fingers underneath the waistline of the denim. His body felt incredibly warm to the touch, I could tell even through the fabric of his boxers. Was he always that hot? Maybe I never noticed. 

Louis wiggled his hips back and forth as I pulled the jeans down from his legs. They were coming off easy enough, but I couldn’t finish because I was in between the deer's slender legs. I guess I didn’t notice we were… I felt a bit flustered.

The stag looked amused though, far from bothered by our position. In fact, there was an unexpected gleam in his eyes. I didn’t understand but grinned anyway. Trying to playing it off as though nothing was nothing inherently sexual about it. I didn’t want to embarrass him… So I stepped to the side and finished taking the pants off.

Louis, who was laying down flat on his back with his hands over his eyes, groaned again. Sadness seemingly replaced with annoyance.

I scooped Louis up in my arms and repositioned him so that he would fit longways on the wolf-sized bed. He seemed so tiny compared to its width. I supposed that was a good thing if we were planning to sleep side by side. I didn’t want to overcrowd him.

“Just say right here, I gotta go brush my teeth.”

“Where the hell am I going to go, Legosi? You took my leg off. Think I’m in the mood to crawl down those fucking stairs in my underwear? Yeah, I’ve always wanted to be arrested on my birthday. You think I’m going to-.”

I walked into the bathroom as he continued to babble on about who-knows-what. My nightly routine was pretty simple and I was able to continue most of it. Usually, I would take my dentures out and let them soak all night, but considering I had Louis, I felt inclined to keep them in. I could already feel preemptive embarrassment just thinking of his reaction to my gummy smile. So instead, I just brushed them like I would normal teeth.

I walked out and found Louis had covered himself with the blanket. He was still mumbling about a subject unknown. I took off my shirt and tossed it in the hamper. Then I opened my dresser drawer and found the most comfortable pair of pajama pants I owned. 

“-which is why you shouldn’t just let these people operate machinery like that. My father would have had a heart attack. Soon they’ll all be eating lunch on their— Legosi. What the fuck are you doing with those?”

I tilted my head, “I won't be comfortable in my jeans."

Louis coughed a dry but amused laugh, “Don’t wear them.”

“But then I won’t have any pants-.”

“Who needs ‘em, fuck pants Legosi, fuck ‘em.”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Did you want me to take my boxers off? Will that make you feel better?”

My face went red, “No, no you don’t have to do that!”

“Just get in bed then, what’s the big idea? I’m fucking tired, you fluff.”

I felt my heart jump into my throat. This shouldn't be a big deal! This shouldn't be a big deal, but something about it felt like a big deal. I had never been that physically close to anyone without my clothes. Granted, I would still have my boxers, but it was still really intimate. And with Louis of all animals… I was nervous but strangely excited. I huffed, trying to shoo the anxiety away. And put the pajamas back in the drawer.

I glanced back at Louis, his eyes were closed but he was smirking like he just won the biggest bet of his life. He's pleased about something. But I couldn't put my finger on it. I had a suspicion that I would find out. So without any more hesitations, I unbuttoned my own jeans, stripped them off, and threw them into the hamper. I felt more blood rush to my face when Louis's gaze fell on me.

I knelt down, lifted the bed sheet, and crawled in. At first, I was worried that he would be too cramped, but Louis seemed to be perfectly content. I could hear his pulse escalate as I got closer, yet his body language only depicted relaxation.

For a few long moments, we were silent. I almost wondered if Louis had fallen asleep, but his breathing hadn't slowed yet. 

"Louis?"

"Hm?"

"Are you comfortable enough?"

"Considerably."

I took that as a yes and left it at that, "Goodnight, Louis.”

“Goodnight, Legosi.”

The cars outside honked and roared as they passed on the busy streets below. It wasn’t an unusual amount of traffic, it never bothered me before. But with Louis in my bed, I was alert to every sound that floated in. I was too overprotective. But I couldn’t help it.

An all too tempting urge snuck up on me. It wasn’t malicious, nor was it strange, but it was unexpected. I wanted to hold him. Keep my arms around him as he slept, keeping him warm, keeping him safe. But I refused the luxury and tried to find sleep despite it all.

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T he thunder began about a half an hour later. It rumbled through the charcoal night sky, crashing like waves on a shore. Louis stirred, but it wasn’t enough to wake him up. The artificial breeze smelled humid as it took in the rainy air from outside. The sounds of laughter and yelps of shock filled the night as the clouds continued to break open and spill upon the entire city. The weather authorities had been calling for rain for days now, I guess it finally arrived. Perhaps this is what occurred when the clouds got pent up. Eventually, it gets too heavy, and it comes down harder than it should. I supposed even nature could only put off the inevitable for so long. Something gives in the end, the levee breaks, then there's no stopping the water. The flood comes and it makes a mess. But that’s life. It’s the risk taken while attempting to control fate.

I began to drift, finally feeling sleep wrap its tender arms around me. But I awoke, feeling a touch, someone gingerly stroking my cheek. It was soothing; fingers tangled in the tufts of fur around my cheeks, and thumb caressing the spot right under my eye. I hadn’t been touched like that in a long time. Groggily, I opened my eyes and found Louis staring at me. His face was painted with an unfamiliar expression, one of peace and—

Fondness?

"Louis?" I grumbled. I half-expected him to stop as soon as I acknowledged him, but he persisted. 

The buck gave no response, speaking only with his hand. It fell from my cheek and trailed slowly down my neck to rest on my chest. His fingertips ever so gentle as they combed through my fur. My body ached to press into them, encourage him to continue. Stupidly, I refrained. It felt good, so why was I depriving myself? Why was I scared? He wasn't the entire Shishigum out to get me, nor was he a giant bear trying to maul me, and wasn't a psychopath. And I’d faced those and worse. But one little deer puts his hands on me, and I'm frightened. My heart quickened in my chest, adrenaline spiked in my bloodstream, because of Louis.

Louis’s palm felt feverish above my heart. I wondered if he could feel it racing. Fighting against my ribcage as if it was trying to jump out into his hand. My tail began to wag, thumping away like it was dancing to the rhythm of my heart. The deer moved closer, shifting his palm to my upper thigh. His breath was sweet and soft as it washed against my throat. He looked up at me, diamond eyes in the moonlight, face mere inches below mine. Any closer and my nose would have pressed against his forehead.

“I hate it, Legosi.”  

“What do you mean, Louis?”

“I hate that it took intoxication to finally do this—to find the courage to touch you.”

I drew in a breath, taking his unique scent and expensive cologne into my lungs. He was so close to me.

"You know I would never hurt you," I murmured. The way it was said sounded like a confession, a promise. 

"I know," Louis paused, shakily breathing in. ”I think that's what scares me the most."

I didn't understand his words. I couldn’t understand the situation we had found ourselves in. And I had no clue what drove me to lean in and kiss him. But I was glad. I felt alive like a switch had been thrown. Brush that finally caught fire after so many sparks. Even in the face of possible rejection, I had no fear, only beautiful and unexpected desire.

Louis’s response was a far cry from rejection . Lacing his arms around my neck and pulling me in, he matched my enthusiasm threefold. We shifted and I found myself on top of him, pinning him to the mattress with my weight. The deer’s slender legs folded around my waist like they once had only an hour before. I felt like an idiot. The dancing, wanting to share the same bed, feigning helplessness so I could take off his clothes… Louis was trying to get here all along. A veil was lifted from my eyes leaving me utterly dumbfounded. How long had he been trying?

Louis's tongue tasted minty-sweet, delicious, and intriguing. My body was in rhythm with his, falling into step like a familiar dance. I was shocked at how easy it was. I expected myself to struggle with control when it came to intimacy with herbivores. Mishaps were common with interspecies intimacies. Yet, I only felt the desire to move closer, to follow this new sugar rush to its full extent. I intended to keep my thoughts in check, but something deep inside of me was bubbling up. And it felt primal. It was craving—not blood—electricity. It was screaming for Louis, aching to dominate him, unleash itself on his delicate form. The creature inside thought of Louis's past lovers and felt frenzied. It begged me to let it fuck the deer until he thought of no one else but us. Claiming him as he stared into the beast’s fiery gold eyes.

My head was spinning. I felt feverish as I grew hard. Back beginning to arch as Louis's smooth fur rubbed against mine. The friction was maddening. I pressed into him, his lush breathing inclining as the weight of my body pinned him to the bed. I scrambled to keep my focus, but Louis’s eagerness was overwhelming. Almost as if he was unable to control himself. 

As if he was under the influence.

My heart skipped a beat, and I pulled away quickly. Guilt washing over me like a tidal wave, draining away any arousal. I stared down at the poor herbivore, feeling sadness and shame. He looked up at me with confusion and eager desperation. He secured his hands tighter around my neck and tried his best to pull me back down to his lips. I refused. 

"Why?" He muttered breathlessly, "Why would you stop?"

I shook my head mournfully and tried to break his grasp. He remained adamant, which wasn't a surprise. Louis was stubborn, but so was I. He grimaced at me as if I had just dealt him the biggest insult of his life. He released me and gave my chest a firm shove. Louis wasn’t known for his physical abilities, but the push actually hurt a bit. Enough so that I wouldn't be surprised to discover a bruise tomorrow. 

"Am I not good enough?" He spat, sitting up now to level with me. His ears were pressed backward, his hands were in fists. "Am I not what you're into? Am I the wrong kind of herbivore? Maybe if I was a fucking rabbit you'd actually-."

As shocked as I was by his accusations, I tried to keep my cool. I grasped his fists and held them tightly together, giving them a solid squeeze. 

"Louis," I spoke, cutting him off. He fell silent, but his furious expression froze in place. I sighed, "you are beautiful. I don't think anyone could ever be more deserving of love and affection than you. I'm honored that you want me to give you that intimacy, but you're drunk. It wouldn't be right. It would be taking advantage of you."

Louis rolled his eyes hard enough that I feared he may start having a seizure. He removed one of his fists from my hands and slugged my arm. Gritting his teeth, he groaned, ”Dammit Legosi, why do you always have to be the good guy? Can't you just give in for one night? It's my birthday for fuck's sake. You aren't taking advantage of me. I want this—I want you. I could have easily gone home with that buck and doe at the bar. But I don't want that. I don't want them, I want you. It took me this long to even get here, can you give me a break?"

His breathing was labored as anger bled away into sadness. His body’s proud posture abandoned him as tears spilled over and down his cheeks. Looking defeated, Louis whispered, "Unless you really don't want me like that. Unless you actually don't want to do this. I won't make you."

It was strange hearing Louis talk after being completely stripped of his confidence. He felt rejected, I didn't have to be a mind reader to pick up on that. I frowned and embraced him, taking him in my arms. He hesitated at first but then buried his face in the fur on my neck.

I mulled over all that he said. I did want him. I was never an expert on sex, but what we had just done felt better than anything I had ever experienced. Imagination couldn’t compare to the sensation of his warm breath in my mouth, his supple body molding against my bare chest… I knew I shouldn't be selfish, that my morals should hold strong. But the possibility of taking our explorations further was enough to set my insides ablaze. The voice inside reminded me of how amazing it would feel to give in, to take him. And Louis was making it twice as difficult because he encouraged that voice. Why was I depriving us of this opportunity?

I can't do it, it isn't right. He would regret it all in the morning, and I would feel awful. He may stop being my friend. I can't! My conscience rapidly cried as it drowned, trying to find a life-raft as it struggled to stay afloat in my ocean of lust. I was almost ready to back off completely, thinking I had to make the right decision. But then Louis let out a whimper, a soft, seductive sound and whispered to me.

"Legosi… please."

I lost. He won.

I had Louis on his back in an instant, carnal desire shot into my bloodstream once more sending waves of fiery hot lust pumping through my veins. It singed my throat with a new but all too welcoming thirst. It bade me pin his wrists to the mattress, holding him firmly in place. At first, he looked frightened, caramel eyes painted with disbelief. But fear faded away when my mouth pressed to his throat, kissing him tenderly. His neck felt warm against my nose, his pulse thumping against my lips. The drive to quench my thirst allowed the reigns to slip from my fingers. The beast took control.

I moved Louis’s wrists above his head and grasped them both with my left hand, keeping them between his antlers. My right reached down between his legs and squeezed. He pushed back into my palm and let out a satisfying gasp; a lovely reward. Refreshing to hear such a noise from Louis’s lips, especially when inspired by me. I wanted to taste his mouth as he cried out for my touch. There was no doubt he tasted sweeter with my name on his breath.

I opened my jaw, clamped my teeth gingerly around Louis’s smooth shoulder, and bit down. Hard enough so he could feel it, but gentle enough so as to not break the flesh. It took incredible focus, but it was worth the payoff. His breathing hitched, and his heart sped faster than a bullet leaving a gun. I growled a deep guttural noise, it vibrated against him and into his bones.

Louis always wanted to see the beast inside, I guess it was time for both of us to meet him. 

I slid my hand underneath his boxers and gripped his sex. The deer’s back arched in response, and more sticky sweet noises spilled from his lips. I stroked him, keeping a consistent pace, gripping him harder at the base of his cock and loosing more towards the head. Pre-cum oozed on to my fingers. At least I knew I was doing a good job. I released my jaw and stared at him. He appeared dazed but hungry; wearing an expression that looked all too familiar. I took my hand from his cock and brought it to my mouth. I suckled each finger, taking them into my mouth eagerly. The liquid was oddly mouthwatering and tasted like him. Echoed memories of his divine blood swelled in my mind, adding fuel my raging fire. 

"Legosi, fuck. Let me go." 

I released his hands, and he took a deep breath. I thought he may have needed a break, but I was sorely mistaken. Only seconds after he was freed, the most wicked grin twisted itself onto his handsome face. He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me on my back, holding me down to the best of his abilities. His eyes seemed viciously vibrant. Like he was the real predator, and I was his rightful prey. 

"You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you, wolf?" He laughed with a tone like velvet. He hooked his thumbs under my boxers and swiftly took them off. Even in my feral state, I felt bashful as he stared at my member. I never considered it anything impressive, no more than any other wolf at least. But Louis seemed mesmerized. 

"You," He laughed again, voice dripping with dreamy delight. The stag took hold of my length and swirled his thumb around its tip. My back arched, eyes squeezing shut. I thought I could see stars behind my eyes.

"You have been holding back on me,” the deer cooed.

Unlike Louis, I had never been touched by another animal before. The sensation was intense. I never put too much stock in sex before, but if this is what I was missing out on, I understood the addiction. I began to open my eyes but snapped them shut again as Louis's warm tongue slid over me. I thought just having his hands on me was going to be the peak experience, but I was incredibly mistaken. I gripped the sides of the bed as he teased. Rather than worrying about my feral instincts, I now had to focus on not cumming. I was incredibly touch starved below the belt. 

"Legosi."

I opened my eyes to a naughty grin. The expression told me he was satisfied with my body's reaction. Stroking me gently, he spoke, "For this part, you can hold my antlers. It might be easier for you.”

I relaxed my grip on the old mattress and gently took hold of Louis's beautiful antlers; art in their own right. But I expected nothing less from the red deer. They were cool to the touch, smooth as marble, yet textured as carved granite. I didn't understand why I had the privilege of touching them until Louis took me into his mouth. His name left my mouth with a low drawling groan. My body tensed, and my toes curled as the heat of his mouth enveloped my cock. I couldn't help but pull his antlers down, trying to get him to lower his mouth. I wanted to push myself deeper and deeper.

All of those years ago, when I first met Louis, I never would have imagined where we were now. The upperclassman that I admired and wished to impress my whole high school career. The one that everyone adored and praised. The deer that everyone wanted. 

W as mine. 

I growled and let go of his antlers. He stopped and looked up at me, a bit confused. But I robbed him of any time to ask questions. I brought him back up close and crushed my lips against his. In response, he placed his hands behind my head and tugged me even closer. He tangled his fingers in my long fur and pulled ever so slightly. The little bit of roughness, to my surprise, felt amazing. My tongue explored Louis's mouth, tracing the outlines of his teeth, taking in the ridges and textures. It won me a moan and a shudder. 

"Legosi," He gasped after breaking the kiss. His breathing was ragged, his body was needy, it was incredibly unlike Louis. But it was enthralling.

“I want you. Now, please.”

I nodded, it was hard to resist such pretty begging. The primal wolf in my chest let out an electrifying howl, anticipating the coming moments. This is what he wanted, he was finally getting his thirst quenched, the fire forever burning cooled down after years and years. He was on edge, threatening to rip out of my body and take Louis instantly. It filled me with adrenaline, my whole body aflame. 

Louis leaned over to the side of the bed that was up against the wall. He reached for something and came back with a small bottle of liquid. He grinned sheepishly as he examined it, rolling it over a few times in his hand. "I told you I wanted this. I came prepared." 

I smiled, appreciating his determination. He really was planning a little birthday event this whole time, wasn’t he? Louis uncapped the bottle and lathered his fingers with the lube. When he applied it to my cock, the wolf inside flared up again. That time, I lost a bit of my control. In one swift movement, I reached for his boxers, ripped them clean off of his body, throwing them to the floor. He yelped under his breath, seemingly spooked for a second. But after a few moments of silence, he seemed to be even more excited than before. 

"Ready?"

"I am."

I laid back on the bed and watched as Louis positioned himself over me, legs straddling my waist. He took in a deep breath and lowered his body onto my length. I bit my lip as I felt it enter, the softness overwhelming me. I grasped hips tightly, attempting to help the deer steady himself. I could tell that Louis was doing his best not to be loud, but he couldn't prevent the little whimpers that sounded so foreign coming from his lips. It must have hurt, but he didn't stop.

A mazing would be an understatement if I tried to describe what I felt at that moment. Not only did it physically feel incredible, but emotionally I was a live-wire. Louis's body was so inviting, so irresistible, I wanted more. I had to stay patient. 

After a century, Louis finally signaled me to begin and rocked his hips. I met his movements, matching his rhythm, moving within him. My hands tensed around his hips, a million jolts of lightning struck my body. I snarled and bared my teeth, wordlessly, but desperately asking to pick up the pace. Louis shuddered but kept his devilish grin alive. Moments passed and my patience ran thin. I no longer felt like myself, I only felt hungry. Louis must have sensed the shift in my mood.

"Do your worst, wolf.”

It was all I needed to hear. In a flash, I had him on his back. I felt my cock slide deeper inside of him. He gritted his teeth and tugged my fur hard, but I couldn't have cared less. I invited Louis’s roughness, thrusting hard enough that his entire body jolted each time. His body was bending, legs on my shoulders, back flat on the mattress. He didn’t care at all if he did, the complaints got lost in his moans. Louis was whimpering, sickly sweet sounds of pleasure filling my ears. He was melting, the nails on his fingers digging into my skin.

 Louis was always a stunning specimen, but somehow, he looked even more disarmingly beautiful as I fucked him. His mouth was agape, perfect pearly teeth sparkling in the dull moonlight, smooth compared to my jagged ones. Yet despite the risk, he was brave enough to put his hands in my mouth months ago. I wondered if there was something to that… If there is any time to find out, it's right now.

Louis opened his eyes as I slid my fingers past his teeth and into his warm soft mouth. Ironically, he seemed confused at first, but once he caught on he happily obliged. His tongue danced around each claw, painting them in his sweet saliva. I thrust them deeper. He hummed in delight, his soft tongue lapping against the curious digits. I watched his expression fade from pure euphoria into one of mischief. His eyes lit up like sparklers, and they remained dazzling as he bit down on me. 

Being bitten for pleasure was a new sensation for me, but it was strangely invigorating. I hung my head low just above Louis’s ear, my breathing intense. “H arder,” I begged, using my free hand to stroke Louis's cock in time with my hips.

H e released my fingers and grabbed me hard by the scruff of my neck, pulling me to meet his eyes. He was just as much of a beast as I was. 

“Fine, consider this payback then," He growled, before sinking his teeth into the crook of my shoulder. I howled loud enough that it easily could have woken the neighbors, but I didn't care. It felt amazing. Louis's teeth weren't sharp, but they stung like razors. I felt pressure build in my groin, my hormones flowed through my body like river rapids. I wondered if Louis could taste them, feel my body’s reaction to his own. I wrapped my arm around him, bringing him closer, dying for more.

"Louis," I hissed, tensing my grasp, "I'm getting close." 

He pulled away from my shoulder and pressed his forehead to mine. Looking a bit crazed with his pearly white teeth were stained bloody red. So rabid, vicious, willing to fight back. We kissed. My head spun, tasting the cocktail of my blood mingling with his saliva. My world was aflame as my orgasm kicked into high gear. Moans spilled into each other's mouths. I felt him tug on my ears and bite down on my tongue. Hot liquid shot from his cock and coated my stomach. His presence filled my senses, he was everywhere. He was all I could see, all I could feel, all I could taste. It was sending me over the edge. I fucked him harder than ever, his body rocking with mine. When I came, it was overwhelming. I felt my cum gush inside of the deer, filling him, marking him with my scent. 

I imagined the looks on the faces of other animals as they smelled my scent on Louis. Gasping, knowing what we had done. The sin we committed. How I claimed him. Would they smell his seed on my fur? Would they see the bite on my shoulder and realize it wasn't a battle scar? That it wasn't a carnivore's teeth that drew my blood? For reasons unknown, I felt euphoric, powerful.

After it was over we stayed in each other's arms. There was no way to tell if it had been for seconds, minutes, or even hours. It all was a blur. Our foreheads rested against each other as we breathed in the potent smell of sex that sweetened the air. And like a flame that died into an ember, the feisty wolf inside fell into a deep sleep, taking every ounce of wildness with it. But even though it was over, Louis remained. I had no more doubts about the connection that bound us. It had grown, no longer predator and prey, but lovers. Once again, proving the stereotypes of society wrong. There was no danger from our union, and it felt right. Like it was something we were meant to do since the moment we met. I vowed in silence that as long as I lived, he would never be harmed. I wouldn't allow it. There was always something new to learn about Louis, some new corner of his mind that was undiscovered, waiting to be found and adored. And being there with him in my arms, I realized I was never going to stop trying to find out more. A premonition told me that there was going to be much more to learn about the stag after this night.

"Legosi," he whispered my name like a confession. The world seemed hushed around us as if it had fallen asleep with the sun. His voice was the only thing I could hear, like a radio that received one lone signal, and it was the most gorgeous song that played. 

"Happy birthday," was all I said, then leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. Sleep approached us, and neither of us resisted. Feeling comfort and solace in each other's embrace, non-existent to the world, but ever-present in the moment. We were there, and nothing else mattered. 

T he last thing I recalled was the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of raindrops hitting my window, and with the deep breathing of the beautiful creature who slept so soundly in my arms. Creating the best lullaby I could have ever asked for in a million years.