​Lonely. He hadn't felt that in a while. Or hunger. But now both were back. Dhiate's soft, milk colored paws trotted daintily across the ground. He thought back to his companion of a few days past. Oh, how he missed his presence. His flirtatious smile, his strong body, the way he looked in his sleep. He would miss the way those two colored eyes would look at him like two flames of varying temperatures. Dhiate hated to admit it, but he was beginning to develop a crush on the coywolf. Dhiate knew it was wierd that they were both males, but Ceri hadn't minded. He hadn't minded that Dhiate couldn't hunt very well, or the fact that his conversations were often cut short by his coughing.

The memories flowed unbidden through Dhiate's mind. The fire, the girl who had tried to help him, who he had run off. He remembered wandering about, coughs racking his body, pain with each breath. The hunger, for he couldn't hunt without running off the prey with his wheezing and hacking. Another girl. Witty and sarcastic, she had told him a tale, and expected him to believe it. A tale of creatures that walked on two legs and built strange things. According to her story, these creatures also took the form of wolves, and looked similar in their two-legged shape. Dhiate had humored her and acted like he believed her up until the end when they had parted ways over a pettifog. And then he had met Ceri, a charming coywolf who had been his companion until a few days earlier. But... Dhiate still couldn't hunt, and he was hungry, although not starving for large meals had stored up enough energy to keep him going.

He soon forgot his fear in favor of finding the source of the scent of fear. Dhiate wove his way through the trees gracefully, albeit blindly, for he knew not where he was. After parting ways, Dhiate had taken to wandering about and had no clue as to where he was at. His slender, pure white legs flashed brightly in the night. The silver moonlight made him glow beautifully, as if the fabled human's legend: an angel. His thin, curvy body appeared to belong to a beautiful girl, and yet, he was a boy. His back appeared black in the darkness, his top half fading into the surroundings making him appear all the more mystical. He found it! His thick, plumy tail whipped back and forth with excitement before he bent his beautiful neck and let his dainty, ice white face peer into the den. He saw a dark wolf huddled in the back and felt pity. His eyes swirled with grays and blues and he whispered into the den. Before the fire had ravaged his lungs, he had sounded like the prepubescent boy he had been. Now, his vocal chords hadn't been able to develop, so he still sounded like one, if rather raspy. "Are you okay?"

​Dhiate couldn't help but notice all of the scars that marred this canine's body. The poor guy looked like he'd been used as a cat's scratching post. A cat thrice the size of Dhiate if wounds were to tell. Dhiate recognized the fear in those warm brown eyes, for not two weeks ago, it would have been him huddled in the corner.

Dhiate cocked his head to the side. What was it with wolves in this region? They all used foreign words that meant nothing to feminine wolf. He flicked his plumy tail in dismissal. "I'm not exactly sure what an 'angel' is, but I'm called Dhiate. What's your name?"

That's when he smelled the blood. This male had been hurt. Dhiate swiftly came into the den. His body was like a fluid as circled the male, searching for the injury. His pale fur brushed against dark fur and his scent filled the rather small den. Dhiate had to press close to fit even though he was so small As he rounded the brown body and caught sight of the back, he saw the long slash. With a whimper of worry, he wordlessly began to clean it gently with his tongue.

​The salty tang of blood filled his mouth as Dhiate tenderly cleaned the wound. It didn't seem life threatening, although obviously painful. He tried to be as gentle as possible so as to not hurt the patient. As soon as the wound itself was clean, Dhiate couldn't help but continue to groom the fur around the injury. Something about Hadley made him want to show his feminine side. The side that wanted to cuddle and be soft. The side that wanted to be wanted.

Dhiate raised his fine boned face as he felt Hadley nuzzle him. Dhiate inexplicably began to feel very self conscious and shy. He didn't want Hadley to stop, and he wanted to return the feeling. Almost as if his body was taken over by some other soul, it moved without permission. Before Dhiate could even reason with himself as to whether or not it was a good idea, he had begun to caress this stranger. His soft muzzle found itself nuzzling another face. He began to pull away uncertainly, not sure whether his affection was appropriate or wanted. His slate gray eyes asked the question for him, peering through long dark lashes.

He wanted this. It was a new feeling and he was uncertain. It scared him, even more than being alone. Why did his body feel like this? He could hear the blood pound in his ears, every breath each one of them took was incredibly loud. Dhiate's body was so hot he wished he could remove his fur, but the warmth wasn't outside. The heat came from his chest. It burned, was suffocating, yet it was exhilarating. He wanted more. But would Hadley agree? It was almost similar to the adrenaline rush had had felt when escaping the fire, yet it was so much better. What was going on with his body?

​Within this tight, confined space, the den became almost unbearably stuffy and hot. He looked into Hadley's deep brown eyes. They were so soft and gentle. Dhiate was of the belief that eyes were the gateway to the soul, but he'd never seen a pair so kind. He wanted to strip Hadley of all of his pains and woes, for no creature so pure should have them. It filled him with his own selfish brand of sorrow knowing that he could never be like this sweet companion. He would always hate and rage, he could never let go of his pain or anger at others.

Dhiate looked up in confusion. Where was he going? Had Dhiate done something wrong? These questions were answered when Hadley lay down. It had simply been to tight in the den for comfort. Dhiate relaxed almost visibly and emerged from the den and into the night.

The silver light washed away all of the rich browns on Dhiate's back and was absorbed by his snow white fur. Again Dhiate seemed to glow in the light of the moon. He shook a few chunks of dirt from his dark back and took a few steps towards his brown companion. As he moved, the light rippled across his curves like a fish's scales in the water.

Dhiate's smokey eyes fell upon Hadley's scars once more. It struck him suddenly that some creature had mercilessly attacked him numerous times. Hadley wasn't likely to start a fight, so what kind of person would want to hurt him? Dhiate had no idea, but he felt pity for him. It undoubtedly been a very painful and traumatizing experience. Dhiate tenderly licked a rather gruesome looking scar on Hadley's body that ran from his haunches to his shoulder. What heartless person would do such a thing?

​A slight smile appeared on his pretty face and the words and touch. Dhiate wasn't exactly sure what the gratitude was for though. He had done nothing but lick a scar. What was gratitude deserving of that? Dhiate brushed it off with a mental shrug and returned the affection he received from his dark companion.

A sudden jolt of feeling shoved the dainty male out of his peace. Something - he wasn't yet sure what - burned in him. It was strange and gut twisting. He didn't know how to react or how to make it go away... But he didn't want it to go away. He like this feeling. He had the sudden urge to run his tongue across Hadley's face, across each and every scar.

tensed up before he could succumb to his body's desire. What was happening to him? He closed his eyes and gently pressed his forehead against his companion's. Dhiate gritted his teeth as he struggled to retain control. He opened his storm colored eyes and looked deeply into Hadley's chocolate colored ones.

What was wrong with him tonight? Dhiate gently lowered himself to the ground by Hadley. He tried to keep himself from pushing close to Hadley, but couldn't help but find their side's pressing close. Dark brown and a silvery white fur mingled and mixed. Dhiate was beginning to feel extremely hot, but it was a good hot. It was fun.

​Dhiate found his gentle touch both reassuring and worrying. The dainty wolf's heartbeat stuttered and then began to speed up faster and faster. Had he been one of the fabled humans, sweat would have been pouring off of his sleek body in bucketfuls. When Dhiate had looked into his companion's eyes, he had found something strangely familiar. It took that touch, that protective action to realize what he had seen. It had been like looking in a mirror and seeing the exact same expression on another's face, for surely he looked like that too.

Dhiate pressed his slender frame closer to Hadley in an almost desperate manner. He was unsure what was going on. He'd felt nothing of this sort around Ceri, but then... He'd never been this physically close to Ceri. He felt his narrow chest, just a few mere shades different from the rest of him, rise and fall in an erratic pattern.

Dhiate closed his eyes, trying to focus on not letting his instincts take over. Something inside of him was gnawing to get out, something raw and powerful. He could feel part of his body changing as if in an answer to his tumultuous emotions. But it wasn't a part of him he'd expect to be changing. It got harder and harder to stay still. Dhiate pressed his muzzle into Hadley's dark fur as if hiding would make it go away. It didn't. He opened his eyes again.

​Dhiate shuddered with pleasure. He loved the feel of Hadley's rough tongue on his face. He pressed closer and closer. Then it was over. Dhiate looked up into Hadley's eyes. Why had he stopped? Those beautiful brown eyes looked apologetic. Why? He had done nothing wrong.

Dhiate's blue gray eyes widened as he was pushed over. What was Hadley doing? Dhiate knew the instant he felt that hot tongue against his abdomen. Dhiate's eyes closed half way as Hadley's hot tongue caressed him. It felt magnificent. He never wanted it to stop. Hadley went lower and lower. Dhiate's eyes flickered open as he felt Hadley touch him.

Why did he stop? What was wrong? Dhiate rolled right side up and looked at Hadley. He didn't understand. He didn't understand what his body was telling him, didn't understand why Hadley had stopped. All he really knew was that he didn't want this night to end. He wanted to be as close to Hadley as possible. Dhiate moved towards his dark companion and pressed his narrow chest against Hadley's broad, scarred one almost a little uncertainly. He ran his warm tongue across Hadley's dark muzzle. He wanted to be as close as possible.

​Dhiate gazed into Hadley's eyes, trying to decipher what it was exactly he saw in them. It was... A type of desperate longing. A type he was feeling right now. The only thing he didn't really know was its name. Lust. His eyelids fluttered as he felt Hadley's lips on his dark scruff. This was it. He could feel his heart grow faster. His back arched pleasingly as he felt his companion's tongue run across his fur. He let his body mold into Hadley's curves.

Dhiate's heartbeat grew so swift he could hear it in his ears, feel it in his paws where they touched the ground. His chest rose and fell in excitement. His body yearned for this, almost screamed aloud for the want of it. What was Hadley waiting for, a written invitation? A soft smile began to make its way onto Dhiate's beautiful face as he knew his time was coming. He was going to lose his virginity, his innocence, tonight to a stranger and he was perfectly fine with it. He inexplicably trusted the honesty he saw in his beautiful eyes. What was he waiting for?

​This was it. There was no turning back now. Dhiate was about to lose his virginity, a gift that could only be given once and could never be taken back. And he was going to give this gift to a complete stranger of the same sex. It went against everything he had been taught as a child, but it felt too right to be wrong. After a year of struggling, he finally knew for sure, and there was no going back. He wasn't one of those stiff backed prisses who abhorred everything different. He wasn't some doofus who fell head over heels for some pretty girl. He was Dhiate, a wolf blessed with the beautiful body of a woman, but given the structure of a man. He liked this and there was no going back and- I was done.

Dhiate almost yelped in shock for nothing could have prepared him for this feeling. His body melted and became one with Hadley, it fitted itself to fit into his every curve. He pressed his back against Hadley's torso longing to be as close as possible. Every fiber of his being sang out with joy, and he couldn't help but give out a soft moan of pleasure. His heart skipped a beat and chugged along, going faster and faster in rhythm with Hadley. Their bodies were in sync. Dhiate wanted to say something, anything, but all words were washed away with his cries of ecstasy. All of his confusion and anxiety and loneliness wash lost in this raw, primal urge of lust. He never wanted to separate from his dark partner. They were one under the moon and stars.

​With every surge, he felt a wave of sweet, sweet heat ripple through his body. It was like his blood had turned to fire and it was burning him from the inside out, but this fire held no fear for him, only a radiating sense of wonder. How was it he could never tell virgins from the rest? Surely they would be glowing with joy and awe after a deed like this. It was rather peculiar to him, yet he didn't spend more than a second dwelling on it. There was no time to think, only to feel, and feel he did. He felt like his body was going to burst into a million pieces. It was so painful, yet so wonderful at the same time. He'd heard the phrase 'It hurts so good' before but never really understood it. Now he felt it was the understatement of a lifetime.

Yet he knew nothing until it hit him. A single wave of pure, raw pleasure tingled burning through his body. He tried to scream it out, to channel that energy somehow, but his newly healed vocal chords failed him. It was a single note of ecstasy and then suddenly it was cut short and only Hadley could hear the air still moving through his broken body. It was hparse and rough as if he were an old man trying to take his last breath in a smoke filled cavern. Yet he didn't feel it. All he could feel was that ecstasy, but somewhere in the back of his subconscious he knew it would hurt like the dickens when he woke up in the morning.