Rules of Engagement

Chapter Six

By Roofles

It was far too early in the morning when a cold draft woke Charles from his restful slumber. It bit like needles at his naked torso and he turned away from where it was coming from.

“Close the tent, ass.” Charles just said groggily, sliding further into the sleeping bag and out of the cold.

“Sorry,” the gruff voice responded zipping it back up from him.

The warm, fuzzy body slid in behind him making Charles have to scoot over as far as he could. These sleeping bags might be extra sized, made for larger Anthros than a canine. It was still cramp with two fully grown men in it.

A fuzzy arm slipped around him, giving him a strong hug and pulling him back against it's muscular chest. The lack of fuzz gave him away and Charles turned around to see the boxer spooning behind him.

“Clem.” Charles said sharply making the boxer's ears splay out as he winced.

“What?” He growled back, digging a finger in one ear and trying to get his hearing back.

“What are you doing?” Charles asked, scooting away a bit. “Where's Togo?” The husky had slipped out to “drain the hydrant” and the man just figured it was his canine that had returned.

“He'll be right back. Sheesh.” Clem rolled his eyes, scooting forward once more and lazing down.

Charles was going to shove him back when the tent zipped back open and the husky stepped in.

“Togo, I can explain.” Charles began but the husky had centered in on the boxer. For a second he thought Togo was going to go ballistic.

“Sup.” Togo just ended up saying to the dog, motioning between the two. “I sleep behind.” The naked husky just ordered and the boxer agreed without a fight. Clem crawled over Charles and laid in front of him, face to face and scooted back closer. Charles flushed brightly as the naked boxer pushed against his groin with his own before wrapping a leg up and over him.

Togo yawned before crawling in behind Charles.

“It's not big enough.” Charles frowned as the husky fought with the sleeping bag.

“It's plenty big.” Togo huffed. “More than enough! We just have to work it.”

“Not happening.” Charles tried to stifle a yawn. It was way too early in the morning for this shit.

“Not with that attitude!” Togo shot back, sitting down and getting both his legs in before sliding his lower torso.

Clem helped, hugging Charles closer to his warm, musky body as the husky worked his hips.

“Just have to know… how too… manage… the bigger equipment.” Togo growled once or twice before finally forcing his upper body in. Charles was compressed between the two. “Where did you go last night. I saved you a space.” Togo just begun as he ignored Charles struggles.

“Well I was trying to give you some time together.” Clem rolled his eyes now, stretching in the confined space. The boxer tucked back in and Charles wasn't sure whose hand was on his ass now. “Then I got drunk.”

Togo laughed at that.

“And lost.” Clem chuckled along, propping his head up on a hand as he shot the breeze with Togo. Charles had figured the two were good friends but didn't realize they were sleep in the same sleeping bag close. “I ended up crashing on the porch. When I could see heads from tails I managed to track my way back.”

Clem's nose kept twitching and that only made Charles flush some more. The boxer had to have known what they had been up too. He himself had admitted to given them time to finish up.

Togo just nodded. “Needed someone to look after him.” Togo teased, ruffling up Charles already messy hair with a hand.

“True. Can't let him escape.” Clem nodded knowingly on the joke.

“After kidnapping him, be troublesome.” Togo just went on.

“Next time we'll have to tie him up.”

“Tied him last night.”

“Fuck ya you did.” Clem snorted with a huge grin and the two slapped hands above Charles head as the man frowned, unamused by it all.

Charles had known Togo had this frat boy, bro mentality. The husky hadn't really shown this side of him. Now that Clem was around on the other hand everything had an innuendo and a “that's what she said.”

The man eventually had to excuse himself and tried not to focus too much on how Clem stared at his naked body, outside the sleeping bag. “Where's the bathroom? And my pants?” He asked. The two canines, still in the sleeping bag, looked at one another then burst into laughter.

“Pants?” Clem shook his head. “I'm so disappointed.”

“Don't worry, I'm training him. Just taking some time.” Togo teased with a wink at him. He gave him directions, turning onto his belly and wiggling his butt at him. “Hurry back, lover.” He breathed the last word.

Clem laughed once more and Charles left flushed and naked as he headed outside.

Charles had been so distracted with his head down he didn't even make it ten steps before he ran, literally, into the back of Reese. The black wolf blinked once before turning around and standing up to his full height. The wolf had been collecting fire wood for the day. Those menacing golden eyes stared down at him.

“S-sorry.” Charles quickly stammered, then covered himself. “Was looking for the b-bathroom is all.” He grinned guiltily about what he and Togo had done. The wolf didn't even need to sniff him to know about it. The look on his face gave it all away.

Reese looked to their left, then right. He folded his arms, tapped his foot and looked down at him once more.

“Right. Woods. Everywhere is a bathroom.” Charles realized as he quickly headed off in a random direction. The human didn't even take three steps before a strong hand stopped him.

Reese snagged his shoulder and turned him around. The wolf, without a word, pointed at the plants he was about to step on.

“Poison ivy. Shit.” Charles frowned. Another step or two and he'd have walked through a whole patch of them. Butt naked no less!

Reese just shook his head. Much like a disappointed parent would with a child who had done wrong. The wolf motioned and Charles followed him towards the cabin. If the wolf had told him to jump, Charles would've just asked how high. Reese wasn't someone he wanted to argue with, ever.

The wolf stopped him on the porch, moved him to the side and with a deep growl walked inside himself. Charles didn't have a clue what that was about until he saw Dodge, the dalmatian from yesterday, fly out the door. The canine was butt naked and still slightly erect. Charles blushed, having noticed and looked away.

Brigsby was pulled outside by the scruff of his neck, Reese was still growling.

“Oh hey Charles!” The golden retriever grinned widely at him, his tail beginning to wag. Reese shook him like a rag doll. “Ok! Ok! Sorry. Sorry! Really. I didn't invite him, it just happened!” The golden retriever sold his ex out in a second, trying to explain to the alpha what had happened. And he spilled the beans. Everything from the second the dalmatian had snuck in the side window. To when they had showered together to wash the smell off. To Dodge wanting to make him breakfast and try to reconnect where they left off.

Reese was not amused.

“Inside.” Reese spoke and it made Charles stand as tall as he could as if he were nothing more than a worm in the army. “Now.” And that was it. Brigsby ran inside without even shutting the door. The black wolf turned on the dalmatian. “I warned you.” He said as he took one step down the porch. His hulking body was like a looming colossal giant and they nothing more than frightened townsfolk.

Charles didn't hear anything else. Reese didn't say anything else. He moved quickly, standing right in front of the dalmatian who coward down before him, prostrating himself out. Reese teeth were bare and were surprisingly pearly white. He snapped his jaws down at the dalmatian who rolled onto his back. Butt naked, on the dirty ground in front of the wolf.

Words didn't need to be said. His actions alone told the dalmatian just how much he had fucked up. The wolf never touched him but after seeing the dalmatian slink away with his tail between his legs, Charles thought a good beating would've been far easier to cope with after that. He himself was sweating from the sight and was afraid as the wolf walked back up.

Reese was slouching once more. His black muzzle was shut and his teeth couldn't be seen. All it took was for him to motion was his snout and Charles ran inside.

“Back room.” Reese said as he took a seat on the couch. The whole thing sunk in at his weight and the spring protested loudly. The wolf had all but forgotten about him and Charles wasn't about to complain about that.

He took some time, trying to clean up the best he could until there was a loud knock on the door. Charles peeked out and nearly wet himself as the wolf shoved a towel at him.

“Shower.” Reese ordered. It wasn't a question. The wolf might have meant it to be a question but Charles didn't even give it a second thought before taking one. Even if it was freezing cold.

There was a pair of shorts left out for him. Charles wasn't sure what to do and just carried them out with him. He tried not to focus on how the towel he had used was covered in thick black fur, just like the wolf.

Reese looked over the couch at him. There was a tv show on but Charles couldn't place his finger on it. He wanted to say it was Days of our lives… but everyone in it were canines, well save for one cat. And even if it wasn't in a language Charles could understand he knew the cat in the show was somehow the bad guy yet sleeping with their son.

Reese looked back at the show, seeing where Charles was looking. The black wolf sat up suddenly and slapped the spot next to him. Charles wanted to refuse. Every fiber of his body told him to run for the still open door. Instead his brain made him move around and sit down next to the massive wolf who lounged back, just watching the show and all but forgetting the human next to him.

It was during the first commercial that the wolf actually moved, getting up and heading into the kitchen. He came back with an open beer. He took a drink and looked at the shorts Charles was still holding.

“Oh, sorry.” Charles said getting up and moving to the side figuring he had taken the wolf spot.

“Don't like 'em?” Reese spoke slowly, keeping his voice in check as he nudged a hand at the shorts. Charles knew the wolf was restraining himself in talking, holding back for someone that wasn't a canine and was ignorant to their customs. Togo had gone over some things with him but not this. Not with dealing with an alpha.

“No, they're great. Just didn't want too uh… misunderstand.” Charles just explained. Reese just ignored him and sat down. Charles timidly put them on and took a seat, trying not to focus on the fact they were still warm.

And once more, Charles was all but forgotten as the show turned on once more. The man looked around the room. The couch had been folded out and a good half dozen blankets had been laid out on it. There were pillows set up along the back and sides and, Charles would never say so, looked like a giant dog bed. There were several empty beer bottles laid out perfectly on the table and cans stacked next to it. Charles made sure to take a mental note about them, not wanting to knock them over.

A crash on the tv brought his attention back. A poodle had come into the scene, tossing a vase onto the ground and was talking to an older female about something or other.

Reese actually chuckled next to him, folding his legs and toss his arms over the pillows. “Oi, Maria.” Reese only shook his head. “Skanky bitch.” He chuckled once more, swirling the beer bottle idly with a paw. He took another drank and Charles was surprised to see him drinking much like a human would instead of how Togo and the other canines had.

That made him wonder on the wolf. Reese had brought him pants while the other dogs mocked at his humility in nakedness. The wolf used a fork when he ate, even a hot dog! The way he drank, the way he talked to him and even his manners. Reese either took classes on the matter or had to learn the hard way, throughout his life what someone like him could and couldn't do in a human ruled world.

Charles didn't have time to feel bad for him as the beer bottled was offered. Charles took it before he could stop himself and it'd be rude not to have some now. It was one thing to refuse a gift, another to take it and then return it. Charles took a quick drank and passed it back. Reese wasn't even watching him as he took it, finished the bottle and neatly put it with the rest. There had to be a case of empty bottles on the table and the wolf didn't appear in the least drunk.

The poodle in the tv show slapped her mother. Then they hugged it out. Then the mother slapped her and they cried and hugged it out. Then someone else came in, a male poodle, and the two slapped him and hugged each other once more.

This had to be one of the stupidest things I've ever seen, Charles thought watching the drama continue. He kept his thoughts to himself as Reese watched his soaps.

Charles wasn't sure when it was as he rested back himself. Reese turned to lay down and ended up shoving a paw right into his face. It wasn't on accident. The wolf didn't apologize. He just rubbed a paw on the man as he pushed him back a bit with his other; the whole time just watching his shows.

One part of Charles wanted to get mad. Another wanted to just say no and walk out. And the third part of him tried to be reasonable. Reese hadn't made him stay. The wolf hadn't forced him to put on shorts or take a shower, technically. The wolf hadn't made him do anything that Charles had the right to refuse. Even this, though clunky, was just the way the wolf seemed to ask him.

And so Charles just did it. He sucked it up, he swallowed his pride and just rubbed the wolf's massive paws that kept pushing at him. The toes splayed out, opening as he rubbed over the rough dark gray paw pads. The wolf didn't even seem to notice he had started but Charles could tell the wolf had relaxed back. Reese had been flexing, tense sitting here next to him. Charles wasn't sure if it had been the fact Reese was worried that he'd offend or possibly hurt the smaller human or that the wolf was putting on an act.

Now he was just a, very large, canine. Charles wouldn't push him but didn't mind so much either as he himself laid back and just lazily watched the show and rubbed the wolf's massive paws. It was Charles vacation. He could just relax back.

That was if Reese would stop shoving one of his paws right into his face. Charles actually laughed though the third time he did it, pushing away. And for a split second he thought he saw the wolf's tail wag.

A half hour passed before there was a knock on the door. Reese didn't even look as Charles turned his head, still rubbing the wolf's massive paw with both hands.

“Hey.” Charles said to Togo and Clem. The two dogs jaws dropped as they watched in disbelief. “Reese said you have to make breakfast.” Charles said with a shrug, turning back to watch the show. “So Maria is the daughter of Lucia but is the step daughter of Andre?”

Reese shook his head. “Maria.” He counted on his fingers. “Lucia. Andre,” he shook his head. “Martita.” Reese explained leaving it at that. The wolf looked at the two dog's, slack jaw, standing in the door way. “Togo. Food.” Reese ordered and the husky finally moved, still staring at them as he walked by into the kitcehn. “Bacon?” He asked the man.

“I'd love some.”

“Bacon!” Reese growled loudly and the two went back to watching the soaps.

“I can't believe this!” Togo just complained quietly to Clem. “It took me years to be allowed onto his bed.”

“I'm still not allowed.”

“Well last time you tried, you ended up spilling your cereal all over it.” Togo snorted holding back a laugh.

“I apologized!” Clem whined, pulling on his ears. “I even cleaned everything up!”

“Because Reese would've skinned you alive if you didn't.” Togo just pointed out.

“Well I just figured you'd be happy your human was getting along so well with everyone.” Clem countered, sticking his slightly too large tongue out at the husky. “But if you break up cause of this. I'll make sure he's taken good care of.” Clem snickered wickedly. “Buy him a cute collar and a doggie bowl and if he was good he wouldn't have to sleep in the kennel.” The dog teased, thinking it over.

“Oh, go fuck yourself.” Togo added a good sucker punch to his arm for good measure.

Togo was soon kicked out of the kitchen though as he burnt his fifth piece of bacon. “I like it black.” The husky had said defensively. Sure, he had bragged to Charles about his expertise in the kitchen. In this case his bark was far worse than his bite.

“These black charred pieces?” Clem poked at one of the bits of burnt something. The boxer couldn't tell what it had been before Togo had gotten too it. He decided it was best to get a new skillet and start over than try and salvage the wreckage.

“Just shut up!” Togo huffed, stomping out. The husky passed the sofa and went outside without another word as he fumed.

“What was that about?” Charles had asked after Togo had walked passed ignoring him. “Excuse me,” he said politely getting up to follow after the husky.

Togo was rummaging for something in the tent as Charles came up from behind. The man didn't speak as Togo scavenged an old granola bar from his backpack.

“Everything ok?” Charles finally asked, walking over slowly. Togo turned away from him.

“Fine.” The husky spat a few crumbs out as he spoke. Charles could see his pearly white teeth bared and lips quivering a bit. Togo's ears were back and the fur on the back of his neck was up.

“Yeah. You sure look fine.” Charles rolled his eyes and scooted in to sit next to the husky. Togo didn't falter and turned away, still pouting.

The two sat in silence for a couple minutes.

“This about the bacon?” Charles asked only after he thought the proper amount of time had passed.

Togo only grumbled, crinkling up the wrapper and tossing it out of the tent.

Charles held his tongue about recycling and just looked up at the clear blue sky. It was a nice day today but Togo's sour mood brought in dark clouds for him.

“What is it, bud?” Charles spoke softly as he placed a hand timidly on the husky's arm. Togo flexed at the touch.

“Just nothing.” Togo grumbled but his fur slowly fell back down and he relaxed.

“Togo,” Charles sighed scooting closer and sitting directly next to the husky. His bare leg was touching Togo's furry thigh. Charles liked the feel of his fur. It was far softer than it looked, warm and musky like the husky was. It just, was comforting like Togo. “Come on man. How long have we been hanging out?”

Togo ear twitched at that.

“Every day nearly.” Charles chuckled, thinking it all over. Togo was his best friend after all. The two didn't have the best of schedules to have a social life yet they found a way. They didn't ever really do much more than just hang out, most days. They wanted each other company and Charles found himself craving the warmth and attention Togo gave him when they were together.

“I'm glad, you know.” Togo begun slowly. His tail twitched as he spoke and the more he spoke the more relaxed he became. “You joined us I mean. Joined me.” Togo chewed on his words, growling after he spoke before shaking his head. “And that your… getting along so well with everyone.” Togo shoulders slumped and he looked away ashamed.

“What?” Charles pressed softly, scooting closer and placing a hand on the husky's inner thigh.

“Just I wish you didn't forget about me.” Togo muttered. The husky couldn't help the way he felt. It was in his very breed.

Charles let that sink in for a second.

“With Clem. And Reese. And just…” Togo nose twitched and he didn't need to smell the man to know the other dogs that hung out with him.

“You're jealous?” Charles nearly snorted. The very idea someone would be jealous of him made him want to laugh. Charles was a total nerd in school and college. Over the years he had finally grown into his looks but by then who'd want a washed up guy like him. And now here, the good looking husky, was jealous of him about something.

“Not jealous.” Togo growled back.

“You so are.” Charles laughed and Togo growled louder. And Charles just poked his side. “And the fuck do you have to be jealous about?” Charles cocked an eyebrow and smirked at the dog. He was so much more open about himself, how he felt when he was with Togo like this. “I came along to be with you. I could care less about those other dogs.” Charles cleared his throat. “Guys. Those other guys.”

“Well just...” Togo ears splayed out as his stomach was scratched. The husky curly tail wagged again.

“Look.” Charles gave him another poke to his side. Togo chuckled and pulled away. “I came here to be with you.” Charles was smiling now as he poked the dog again and Togo giggled, recalling at the forceful tone of the man. “You're my best friend. Not them. You.” And he looked at Togo for a second. Saying those words aloud made everything sink in. “And so long as your not a big baby about it, this whole trip to me will be and always be about you.”

Charles couldn't tell under his thick white and black fur but the husky was blushing now.

The man just scooted over about to lean down and give his husky a kiss when Togo stuck a hind paw right in his face.

“So you want to rub my paws right?” Togo grinned widely, open maw with his tongue curled slightly inside.

Charles almost burst out laughing as he sat back down. “Yeah, yeah.” The man shook his head. This whole thing had been about him rubbing another canines paws? Charles couldn't stop chuckling at how childish Togo could be.

“Mine are bigger right?” Togo went on, asking still with that look on his face. His tail hadn't stopped wagging.

“The biggest.” Charles just agreed.

“No other dog can compare?”

“Not a single one.” Charles confirmed.

“You love each one of my toes?” Togo wiggled them.

“Each and every one.”

“And want to kiss them?” Togo just pressed. Charles frowned at that. “Suck on each toe,” Togo laid back dreaming about it. “And sniff and lick them all over. No other dogs.”

“This took a strange turn.” Charles said out loud. Togo didn't seem to notice.

“Biggest and best, no other dogs.” Togo just murred deeply as he thought it over, rubbing his back on the ground. “Mine.” Togo grinned at the very word.

Charles rolled his eyes as he kissed one of Togo's toes. “The best.” The man began as he swallowed his pride to make his best friend happy. “No other can even compare.”

“And the Alpha?” Togo whined at the name and Charles noted how he called him that rather than by his name.

“Doesn't even come close.” Charles smiled as the whole husky's face brightened up at those words. The man even took off the shorts he'd been giving, tossing them outside the tent to prove how little the wolf meant to him.

Togo wiggled his butt at that as he pushed his other paw against Charles's bare chest and played with the hair there with his toes. Charles winced as one of his nipples was pinched.

“Why didn't you say so earlier?” Togo whined softly with his ears back, sitting up to look at the man between his legs.

“Well,” Charles scooted between them and rubbed against the fur up them. He knew Togo loved that. When he was pet roughly against the fur. “There are just so many things about you.” Charles just smiled.

“L-like?” Togo asked, timidly for a change. It was a side of him Charles hadn't seen. A side Charles knew none of the other dogs would see.

“Well,” Charles scooted closer until Togo's groin was pushing against his stomach. “How about those sweet lips of yours?” Charles moved forward, tilting his head to the side before giving them a light kiss. “Like sweet black velvet.” Charles breathed hotly against them. “Could be kissing them all day long.”

Togo chuckled, wiggling his butt once more as he rested back, propping himself up with his arms. Waiting for his man to go on.

“With these ripped muscles.” Charles dragging his fingers down his chest, trying to let his actions speak louder than his words as the man desperately tried to think of whatever he could. Charles hadn't ever talked dirty or sweet like this to anyone. “Just want too uh… drizzle hot fudge all over you and lick it off.”

Togo quirked an ear and tilted his head to one side. “I can't have chocolate.” He spoke slowly.

“I know.” Charles just played it off coolie.

That dawned on Togo, figuring he was using something the canine couldn't have to tease him further. Togo had tried chocolate once and loved it, he also had gotten very sick as a kid from it.

“That's evil.” Togo grinned wickedly.

“Or maybe like...” Charles tried to send his brain into over drive thinking of something.

Togo thought of it first. “Whip cream. With a cherry on top.” He smirked.

“With salted nuts.” Charles agreed matching that smirk. Togo eyes lit up at that as he scooted closer to his man, holding him tightly with both hands.

“Cover you head to toe in my sundae.”

“Only for you.” Charles smiled back and the two kissed. Deeply. Affectionately. That soon broke into something far more lustful, animal in nature as Togo clawed at him, mounting him and forcing to the ground as he slurped and licked at his man's face. Over his neck and at his body with a deep growl rumbling in his chest.

“Make you so dirty.” Togo snarled, tail wagging. “No one would be take you away.” The husky panted open mouth, drooling onto the man. “Just be all mine.” He murred deeply, swallowing loudly and crawling up him to press Charles down against his sleeping bag; pinning his arms to the side as he stole his breath away with one more kiss.

Dull gray nails scratched up Charles side and he gasped at the pain, only allowing Togo to capture it. Sealing his mouth shut and forcing the bulk of his large tongue into his mouth and tasting every inch of him. Sloppy, wet kisses that could be heard from outside the tent as Togo just gave in to that primal urge deep inside him.

Togo's legs moved on their own, getting into position to mount and fuck his mate. To tie them once more and fill him with everything that he was.

Togo was lost in his thought, in the smell of him, of the heat of the moment and just grinded his tapered, fat tip against Charles's thigh. Over the man's own groin and stomach. Togo could care less. Just the feel of him, the sound of him pinned under his weight was all he wanted. Needed in this moment.

The husky was leaking as he always was when he got like this. All over Charles's stomach. It dripped down over his groin, pooling under his own sack as Togo didn't even take a second to catch his breath.

So caught up in it, Togo was in his own world as he arced his back and humped madly at any inch his flared cock could reach. It didn't matter for in this moment, as Togo tightened up, gritting his teeth and thinking only of his man; in this moment everything Charles was belonged to him. And with that Togo let it all go.

Flowing out of him, gushing over Charles and painting the man white with the husky love. Togo tongue hung out of the corner of his mouth as he soaked it all in, his cock still throbbing, pulsing ribbons of white up and over Charles face and shoulder. Covering every inch of him with Togo own special brand.

The husky finally pulled back, moving down to lick slowly up over his naked torso. Lapping up globs of his release into his hungry snout. Togo moved up, pressing down against him and kissed Charles once more. The man nearly gagged as Togo slurped, spoon feeding him his sweet bitter release and waiting for Charles to swallow it down before moving back to collect more.

Time and time against Togo would move back up to kiss him deeply, sharing his salty brew with the man he coveted so.

“I'm going to need an actual bath, you know.” Charles breathed heavily, panting himself as he lay there after it all was finally cleaned up the best they could. He swallowed again, still tasting the husky.

“In the morning.” Togo just whimpered softly next to him, scooting closer as he spooned his mate, nuzzling and licking at one of Charles's ears.

Charles snorted at that, turning a bit and feeling Togo press his still semi hard cock up against his crack. Togo didn't leave it at that as he closed the distance between the two and hold one of Charles's hands. Togo squeeze it tightly.

“Don't forget me in the morning.” Togo muttered softly behind the man. Charles almost missed it for a second.

“I could never forget you.” Charles just closed his eyes as Togo tossed a leg over his and gave him a strong squeeze of a hug.