I can't help myself, can you?
#1
Sebastian was busily getting drunk in one of Halifax's livelier nightclubs. Or taverns. Or pubs. Quite honestly, the foxy male wasn't sure what it was anymore or why the walls seemed to sway on occasion. He supposed it was one of life's little mysteries. A band was playing in the background, playing the supposedly popular human music they had scrounged from either a "rekord playur" or a "kaset." He wasn't quite sure.

"Feel the beat from the tambouuriiine, oh yeah!"

It was catchy. Sebastian swayed his hips as he strode through the club, almost spilling his tankard over a fellow patron. He was becoming the life of the party, really. Or so he was in his own mind.

A taller man- then again, what man wasn't taller than him- with snowy white fur grasped his arm, chuckling as he looked the Italian up and down.

"God, how many did you have?" He had a nice laugh.

Sebastian flashed him a wide grin, giggling inanely. "God didn't have any, silly. He should have, though! He didn't drink and that the Lawd made... made us." Sebastian nodded wisely, his speech impressively unimpeded. "And it's my sec-" he hiccuped. "Second, I think." In his defense, the tankard was bigger than his head and filled with potent stuff. Mead, was it?

Who knew. Sebastian took another large gulp, leaning against the fluffy-furred snowball. Sebastian mentally christened him Rocco. He looked like a Rocco, it had to be said. And he was fluffy, which made him all the more huggable.

Rocco chuckled. "Don't you think you've had enough, little man?"

Sebastian pouted. "No. More drink!" Sebastian raised his tankard in a toast and took another gulp, some of the liquid spilling onto his muzzle and bare chest. He hiccuped. "Oops." Sebastian flashed Rocco another bright smile and wrenched his arm away with surprising strength before he fell backwards into a patron's lap, snickering like a madman the entire time.
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Word Count :: 518 Hope you don't mind a lonely Aussie dingo jumping in.

The golden Australian had found himself wandering the city that night, he had left Pan and Gelar sleeping in the secure little building he had found to shelter in. He needed some time away from his permanent companions and the city had called to him, one spot not too far away from his hovel emitting a lot of noise. He had ambled towards it about an hour ago and had found a gathering place of some sort, there was music, alcohol and other Two-leggers, and Baird had decided that he would welcome the company of other canines. He hadn't expected to be allowed in actually, the only clothing he owned a loincloth that covered his gentlemans region and backside, but showed the rest of his golden sand and white furred body. He was surprised when he was waved in without the wolf on the door, a hulking mass of a male, even batting an eyelid. He knew he was the odd one out though, the sore thumb that stood out amongst all of the club going canines, the majority of them decked in vibrant or voluminous fabrics, even if the majority of the males were topless they wore trousers or shorts to cover their legs. Baird had thought about procuring some shorts or trousers from somewhere, but then his tribe scars would be covered and they were as much of his identity as his facial features. Initially he was shy and embarrassed about his nakedness, but after his first pitcher of ale he felt a lot better about it.

He had sunk into a soft chair, the seat a little worn and the arms almost ripped to shreds by claws of patrons past, but it held him like a hug from a mother and he was loathe to leave it. He was considering whether he should rise to go get a drink, or ask one of his new friends to go fetch one for him, the two silver furred wolves laughing at the joke he had just finished telling, a joke he had already forgotten, something about a sea anemone? He couldn't recall. The wolves were fascinated with his accent, none of them having ever heard an Australian voice before and as they quelled their laughter they started asking him to say things and comparing it with they way they pronounced it, they were giggling over the word 'toilet' and asking him about 'horse' with which he was about to reply Brumby, when a wolf literally fell into his lap. He cried out in surprise as the small wolf crashed onto his bare legs, mead splashing his chest and face, little alcoholic droplets forming on the blue glass of the goggles rested on his forehead. "Whoah! Steady there mate. You alright?" He asked the man, the warm weight of the red and white wolf actually quite comfortable. Bairds startling green eyes searched the face of the other for the signs of injury or pain, but found only drunken revelry at that moment. He allowed a grin to slip onto his face, more than willing to join in the fun.

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#3
Not at all Big Grin And was that a Finding Nemo reference there?




Sebastian giggled inanely, happy that he had hardly spilled any of his delicious alcohol. Being the short man he was, his feet barely touched the ground as his naked torso lay across the stranger's lap, his head just a centimetre short of whacking painfully against the armrest of the chair he had found. The Italian's orange eyes focused on the face above him with some effort, blinking as he did so. He hoped he hadn't ruined his tight black jeans.

First things first. Eyes. Those grabbed his attention, their bright, sharp green immediately enthralling him in their warm gaze. Beautiful. Then the little beard, possibly one of the cutest and most attractive things he had ever seen. His fur was the colour of yellowed sand, his little goatee and the fur on his head both highlighted blonde. White encompassed the underside of his muzzle and torso much like Sebastian's own coat of fur. Some things hung around his neck. Sebastian couldn't say what they were.

And he felt fur on his back, not cloth. Was this stranger naked? If only. Sebastian's arm flopped over his chest to check, letting his forearm briefly lean against the golden man's lap. No, there was cloth there. A pity. Sebastian named him Sandy.

Oh. And he had made the man spill some of his drink onto his chest. There was that. "You're cute," he noted vaguely. Oh yes, and the drink.

"Oops," he chuckled, lifting his arm to brush away some of the drops clinging to the sodden fur. "Mi dispiace, handsome." Sebastian flashed the handsome stranger a wide, bright and somewhat apologetic smile. "I'll buy you a drink to make up for it, hmm?" Sebastian offered the unusually-accented male one of his most charming smiles, one that quickly vanished when he was yanked up again.

"Ow," he whined. It was Rocco again. What did he want? The fuzzy white man seemed to like grabbing his arm for some reason.

"Don't you want to come home with me, little man?" The white wolf's grip was tight on his arm, but his voice was low and smooth. Sebastian pouted and dug his sharp claws into Rocco's forearm, rather more sharply than strictly necessary. Rocco let go immediately.

"No," he said obstinately, falling back into the yellowish stranger's lap for the second time in as many minutes. At least this time, he had fallen with some grace and didn't come down half as hard or suddenly. He put his tankard on the table on his way down. "I like Sandy more. He has an accent." Sebastian grinned and reached up to pet the stranger's goatee. It was endlessly fascinating for him.
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Word Count :: 494 Yes! It was a Finding Nemo reference! A rather obscure one, you get a cookie for recognising it XD

The red and white male giggled, a sound that would usually grate on Bairds nerves, but from this male the sound was endearing. He watched, slightly stunned as the stranger took in his features, jumping slightly as a hand came over to his lap, touching the kangaroo suede of his loincloth. He shot the other a cheeky smile at that touch, shooting him a wink when the simple compliment left the mans lips. The man then seemed to notice the spilled alcohol slowly seeping into his white chest fur, raising a hand to brush away the surface droplets. Baird chuckled as the man apologised, or he assumed he apologised, from the sound of the words he used the short stranger was Italian. Not a language that Baird had picked up on his travels and he lamented that fact now, wishing he knew exactly what the other had said, "No worries mate. You buy me that drink and all's forgotten." His voice was light and friendly, clearly displaying his easygoing mentality.

As quickly as the man had appeared on his lap he disappeared, yanked up by a white giant. Bairds verdant eyes widened for a moment before narrowing again. He had been enjoying his rather strange interaction with the fox coloured male and this abominable snow-wolf had interrupted, rather rudely in Bairds eyes. He was about to stand and defend his new found nameless friend, his handpaw shooting to the back of his loincloth and the bone dagger that was stuck through the waistband. He would be no match for the giant in strength, his dingo body no taller than 5'10" and his muscles wiry instead of massively built up. But in mere moments the abominable snow-wolf, as Baird had dubbed him, released the red male who had immediately sunk back down to Bairds lap. Baird shot the white giant a smirk and placed a calloused handpaw on his new friends thigh.

He grinned as the red male claimed that he wanted to stay with him, taking his new nickname of Sandy in his stride. It wasn't often he got a nickname and he supposed that Sandy fitted with the colour of his fur. The man reached up and stroked his goatee, his abnormally long claws easily sliding through Bairds blonde chin fuzz. Baird wasn't aware of the strangely possessive gleam in his emerald eyes as he looked up at the white giant, but he knew of the acidity in his sarcastic voice, "You heard the bloke, move along now." He then completely disregarded him and turned his focus to the male in his lap, "Us short blokes 'ave gotta stick together." He said, a wink sent to the male who was still playing with his goatee. He squeezed the males leg lightly "The names Baird, though you can carry on calling me Sandy if ya really want. So, what about that drink then?" He drawled, inflicting all of his Aussie charm and flirtiness into his words.

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#5
Yayyyy! Big Grin




Sebastian grinned, a somewhat dazed look on his face as he looked up at the face of his handsome, short saviour. He had to be nearly the same height as the small artisan, perhaps an inch or so taller. Just as thin as the wiry Italian too. That was where the similarities ended, however. Similar body types, but it was hard to imagine two men looking like such polar opposites. Oh well. Sandy was adorably handsome. And he was saying something to Rocco.

"Mmm? Oh, yes." Sebastian swayed somewhat as he sat halfway up, frowning up at the large white man. "Fottiti, succhiacazzi!" he snapped, not caring that the directed insult applied perfectly to himself. Whatever. The snowy male snarled briefly and flashed his teeth before he stomped away, his lumbering form a lot less graceful than Mister Sandy's.

He fell back into Sandy's lap, stretching out for a moment and letting his back arch off of the yellow male's legs. "Ah, yes. Short... blokes? I have not heard that word," he mused. He fell into a sagely daze for several moments before he came back down to earth and snuggled closer to the handsome stranger he had found. He dropped the hand that was playing with his saviour's facial hair and moved it down to his chest, wiping away more of the alcohol that had soaked it.

He was so preoccupied with this action that he almost forgot to answer Sandy. "Bird, did you say? That's an odd name... Ah, here's your drink!" Sebastian plucked his own disproportionately huge tankard from the table and set it down closer to Sandy. Pleased with his resourcefulness, Sebastian grinned widely as he sat up.

"Chairs are less comfy than beds," he complained, shifting up from the wiry dingo's legs and dropping gracelessly into the chair beside him. Then he moved it closer to Bird and sat down again, resting the side of his face against the side of Bird's shoulder with a dazed smile. "I'm Sebastian Auditorrre. Pleasurrrable to male your acquaintance, Sandy Birrrd." His rolled R's in his throat were particularly strong today. That provoked another low chuckle from the male as he glanced around the table, certain that someone this handsome and charming and accented was not drinking alone.
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Word Count :: 705 So sorry for the wait!

The red male straightened on his lap, fixing his piercing orange eyes on the abominable snow-wolf and spitting something Italian. The words sounded scathing and potentially insulting, yet again he didn't understand the foreign words, and decided not to question them. Baird wasn't sure if the white wolf understood him either but he seemed to gather the meaning of the words, departing with a snarl that bared his long pointed fangs. Baird hoped that little show of aggression didn't mean trouble for him or the foxy male later on in the night. He was more than happy to dismiss all thought of the scorned male in favour of the warm presence on his lap.

He fell back onto the dingoes legs and snuggled into his chest, brushing his handpaw against the white fur there again, scattering the last drops of alcohol that had been spilled. Baird nodded as the other man questioned the word 'bloke' and gave the best description he could, "Aye, it's an Aussie way of saying man or men." He shot a charming grin at the Italian, shrugging his shoulder slightly, I'm not fluent in Italian, so I don't expect you to be fluent in Aussie." He laughed, knowing that his slang and colloquialisms were confusing enough to English speakers, so to someone whose first language was something different entirely it would be even more confusing. He felt that as he was speaking the man was having much too much fun wiping his chest, the clawed handpaw lingering on his somewhat defined pectorals. Baird spared a thought for his lucky rabbits foot, those long claws of his new friends brushing against the cord a couple of times.

He forgot all about the rabbit foot as the Italian man adorably mistook his name and handed him a ridiculously large tankard of mead. He happily accepted the alcohol, taking a swig before answering the others question with a shrug, "Ah, it's close enough." He could deal with being called Bird, it was only one letter away from his true name and it sounded similar. Baird felt a pout pulling at his lips as his nameless friend left his lap, proclaiming beds as much more comfortable than chairs. For a moment he thought that the petite Italian was off to find a bed rather than stick around, but he was relieved to see that he was simply finding a chair. He honestly had no idea what a bed felt like, having only ever slept on the floor or in a hammock, and he could say that he definitely did not like hammocks. The swaying sensation that boats caused was only exacerbated in a hammock, churning the stomach dramatically. "I'll take your word for it mate, I've never slept in a bed. The floor's always been good enough for me." He said innocently, aware that he was really showing his Outback bushman roots here.

He smiled slightly drunkenly as the other male pulled his newfound chair closer, resting his red and white furred face against Bairds shoulder. He threw his arm over the back of the chair, his finger tips and claws resting easily on Sebastian's shoulder. "Well G'day Sebastian Auditorre." He slurred, the name coming out more 'Ow-dee-torry. He was embarrassed by his pronunciation of names, having already murdered Saqui Utina's name in his meeting with her. He was sure the name massacre wouldn't stop with Sebastian. He cheered up though when Sebastian called him Sandy bird, with all of those seductive throaty 'R's. He took another swig of his mead and realised that his new friend was looking at the silver furred wolves that he had been joking with before they had been interrupted. He had completely forgotten about the others, who he suspected were brothers, and they were watching his interaction with Sebastian with raised eyebrows and knowing smiles. Baird lowered his tankard slowly and grinned at the silver brothers, "Ah! Bruno, Rex, this is Sebastian." He announced happily, tightening the arm around Seb's shoulders. The other two nodded and smiled, leaning out of their seats to offer their handpaws to the Italian for him to shake in greeting. It seemed that they were regulars at this establishment and were used to all sorts of behaviour.

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#7
Eeep, I'm just as bad D:




Ah, Ozzies. Sebastian had no idea what an Ozzie was, but if Sandy Bird was an Ozzie, that was fine with him. In fact, the Italian decided he liked Ozzies. Especially if they all had such adorable accents. And Ozzie was a language too! Sebastian decided he'd have to learn it. Ozzie sounded like an adorable language. Everything to do with Ozzies sounded adorable, really. Even the name, Ozzie.

"I like blowks," he mused, a secretive smile on his face. "And Ozzies," he added, an air of finality to his tone because he liked blokes and Ozzies and that was all there was to it. The artisan sneaked in a good grope of Bird's strong chest muscles as he brushed away the drops of alchohol, a faraway expression on his face for a moment.

He zoned back in as Bird spoke. "Never slept in a bed?" he asked incredulously. "We'll have to fix that. I could even show you how..." Of course Bird needed to know how to sleep in a bed, and Sebastian was just the right teacher for such a job. He needed to know about positions, the appropriate springiness, how much bed one person should take up, how to cuddle in one. It would be a learning experience.

The Italian chuckled, snuggling up further underneath Bird's arm and idly nuzzling his shoulder with his slender muzzle. Bird was very cuddly, he noted. Not fluffy like Jimson or huge like Jazper or as worried about breaking him as Hadley. He was just the right size to be the perfect exchanger of cuddles, particularly because Sebastian couldn't even wrap his arms all the way around those three men. Then again, he hadn't cuddled Jimson yet...

Once again zoning out, he was brought back down to earth as Bird spoke. The silver pair looked friendly enough. Were they related? Brothers, maybe. Twins if he was lucky...

"Salve, Brrrrrrruno and Rrrrrrrrrrex," he purred, exaggerating the rumbled R's in his throat as he looked the pair over appreciatively and extending a simultaneous handshake to both. "Did I interrupt something?" The acrobat blinked innocently, cuddling up against Sandy Bird's side. Who knew what they had been discussing. Industrial espionage, maybe. Or maybe they weren't related and they were going to have a threesome. Or maybe they were related and they were still going to have a threesome. Who knew these days?
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Word Count :: 568I finally did it! Sorry for the wait.

Baird could feel the warm buzz of drunkeness as the alcohol raced through his veins, his head spinning slightly and his eyes failing to focus on what he pointed them at half the time. A lopsided smile slipped across his face as Sebastian gave him his secretive one, the meaning behind the mans words about liking blokes was lost on him at that moment. He did revel in the way the mans accent took the words and made them his own. He had a feeling that something more was going on here, completely unaware of his own flirting and the flirty comments meant for him coming from Sebastian. He jumped slightly as the man interrupted the calm atmosphere he had been luxuriating in as his chest was stroked and groped, the italians voice laced with incredulity. Baird shook his head, "Never had a chance to mate, always been trav'lin." His grin was genuine, his love for wandering and adventuring evident in that smile. Right now, in his drunken haze, Sebastians proposition to teach him how to sleep in a bed was wholeheartedly welcomed and he nodded emphatically, "Bonzer mate. Sounds good to me."

For a moment he was distracted by what a bed would feel like, especially with Sebastian warming it. He hadn't even seen a bed, only heard about them, so his mind was constructing something like a soft pile of leaves. He would probably be quite impressed with a bed once he had found one, his imagination just not enough to fill in the gaps. His happy little daydream was even more aided by the foxy coloured wolf snuggling in under his arm, his muzzle coming over to rub against his muscled shoulder.

Bruno and Rex gladly shook the little wolfs handpaw and settled back into their chairs, shaking their heads as they got comfortable again, "No, Not interrupting anything at all. My brother and I were actually thinking of leaving soon. This place is far too crowded." Bruno smiled at the pair of them, something that Baird couldn't identify glinting in the silver furred mans eyes. His brother, Rex, nodded agreement with Bruno, his voice a carbon copy of his siblings, "We have a little place in the city, it's not much and not far from here. You are welcome to return there with us if you would like?" His tone was open and inviting, his sapphire eyes inviting as he laid a paw on his brothers leg, one blue eye sliding closed in a conspiratorial wink. Baird though that the wink was aimed at Sebastian, but he caught it too, a little confused about the wink and what it was for.

He turned his head to Sebastian, looking down slightly into the mans orange eyes, "Do ya wanna go?" He asked, a little unsure, even through his drunken happiness, as he didn't know this city and he didn't want to leave Pan and Gelar alone for too long. What if they woke up and he wasn't there? Would they panic and go running/flying off to find him or would they stay put and wait for him. He imagined Pan would be furious at him, but then she kept telling him that he needed to live a little bit more, rather than wandering the less travelled path. He would wait for Sebastians decision, the man obviously more world wise than he, for he was only an outback bushman.

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#9
No problem! Big Grin




Sebastian pouted playfully, taking a deep breath that ruffled Bird's fur before expelling it in a warm huff against the sandy man's chest. "Awww," he cooed, his silky-soft ear brushing against Sandy's muscular, lean chest. "Poor bunny. They're so soft. And... And bonzery." The Italian nodded emphatically, certain that he had used that word correctly. Oh well. Sebastian took a long gulp of the drink he had donated to Sandy Bird, smacking his lips before plonking it back down on the smooth wooden table.

Ah. The silver ones were talking. He had already forgotten which were which. Too bad. Sebastian assumed that Bruno was talking first and attempted to focus his attention on him, blinking dazedly. Crowded. Yes, it was. But crowded was nice. More people to talk to, to hug and cuddle. As evidenced by Sandy Bird. Sebastian nodded wisely, wrapping his right arm around Sandy Bird's waist lazily.

The other one- Rex, was it? He started speaking. Or did he? The voice was the same. Maybe they had just switched positions. The Italian gazed at him suspiciously for a moment before shrugging and listening with a happy grin on his face. Aha. A little place not too far from there? Lovely. And they were brothers. All well and good. Twins, perhaps. He was on the verge of nodding before Sandy looked for his advice. He hiccuped.

"Hmm..." he mused, brow furrowing as he threw deep philosophical thought into this intricate cogitation. After a few seconds, he nodded happily.

"Certainly we shall!" he declared, exultant. "An Italian must never disgrace an offer of hospitality," he informed all those present with a surprisingly steady voice. "We must accept this gracious offer, and we can show you what a bed is like, and provided this handsome pair of brothers are not actually thieves, muggers or any such bad thing, we shall all walk away satisfied." The Italian gave one final, deliberate nod, already staggering to his feet and attempting to pull Sandy Bird up with him.

"Come, Sandy Bird," he insisted in a determined tone. "Let us abscond!" Trying to tug Bird over to one of the brothers, Sebastian clearly intended on linking arms with them. For support as much as a chance to get a feel for that fine-looking, silver-furred body.
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Word Count :: 574Sorry for the wait.

Baird was becoming lost in those strange orange eyes, their brightness entrancing to the Aussie. He smiled as Sebastian tried to use some of the Aussie slang, making it sound so much more cute than he ever thought it could be. He nodded as Sebastian stated that beds were soft, he supposed he would find out, he also supposed that bunny was a funny nickname. He flicked his overly large dingo ears and tried to look at them as best he could, failing miserably. He raised a handpaw to stroke one of the white rimmed pinna. "I never thought I looked much like a bunny... Are my ears that big?" He asked, his voice quiet and somewhat petulant. His large ears and small paws were sore spots for him, the kids back home, including his own brother and sister, used to tease him relentlessly about having the largest ears in the tribe. He wouldn't usually ever reveal this insecurity, but it seemed the alcohol was taking control of his body and changing his view of the world and himself.

He felt Sebastian's arm slip around his waist and he snuggled closer, happy to have the warm body against his own. The foxy furred male fit perfectly against his side, the small amount of size difference between them meaning that Seb was the perfect piece to fit in the gap left by his raised arm. But then suddenly Sebastian was gone! He was standing up and pulling Baird with him, talking of Italians and hospitality and gracious offers. Baird nodded along as he heaved himself to his footpaws, more than a little unsteady. He was pulling more words from the onslaught that poured out of Seb's mouth, 'muggers, thieves and bad things'. He froze now that he was standing, his emerald eyes staring aghast at Bruno and Rex. Baird prided himself on being a good judge of character, having relied on his judge of body language and facial expressions to keep him alive on his travels. He had honestly thought that Bruno and Rex were good guys, and now Sebastians words were contradicting that. He looked back at Sebastian, then back to the brothers, his mouth slightly open, "You're muggers and thieves and bad things?" He asked quietly, sadness and disbelief laced in every crease in his face and the tone of his voice. He turned back to Sebastian again, "And we're still going with them?" He asked, now suspicious of Seb's motives. Baird was naught but an innocent and naive foreigner and he was aware of that, his rural upbringing making him unwise to the ways of cities, despite all his travelling.

He felt a large hand rest on his shoulder, looking over to Rex, his silver furred paw encasing his shoulder. His scared green eyes looked up into the larger males sapphire ones. Rex smiled comfortingly at the dingo and shook his head, "We are not any of these things that you say. We are not after your money or belongings, just your time and your happiness." His smile was warm and was beginning to make Baird feel much more happy about the situation, his words helping to win over the suddenly suspicious dingo. He nodded and moved towards the brothers as Sebastian had been trying to drag him to them anyway. He nodded at Seb's strange words, assuming that to abscond meant to leave. "Ok. Let's lob in to Bruno and Rex's place then."

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Sebastian pouted playfully, still chuckling. "Noooo," he drawled, moving in to nibble a little at one of Bird's large, adorable ears. "You have beautiful ears," he reassured the Ozzie, petting the one he had just nibbled slowly. Truth be told, Sebastian's ears weren't exactly small either... but both of them had incredibly cute ears, no matter the size.

Stumbling slightly, Sebastian used one of the brothers' chests as a pillow when he fell back for a moment. Bouncing back, he laughed at Sandy Bird again, pulling him close and nuzzling against his shoulder.

"Don't be silly, Sandy Bird," he giggled, taking over as the brother who had spoken to Sandy went quiet again. "I would never let that happen to you." The Italian nodded sagely. "Besides, I'm sure Bruno and Rex are nothing more than a pair of attractive men who want to show us a good time and a bed I'm sure they own." Sebastian finished this with a definite nod, almost bonking Rex's arm with his nose.

Wrapping one arm around Rex's waist and the other around Sandy Bird's and letting the other brother wrap his arm around Sandy's other side, Sebastian attempted to lead the foursome out of the bar. Well, really he just picked the direction for the moment- the brothers kept him steered on the right course. Wherever the right course was.

"So, gentlemen," Sebastian began, tripping over a rock and giggling when Rex tightened his grip to prevent him falling, "I hope everyone here likes cuddles." Somewhat random, yes, but very true. Sebastian loved cuddling. After sex, before sex, no sex at all- Sebastian loved cuddling. And in this situation, he'd get three times the usual cuddles! what man could be so lucky as he? The Italian tilted to the side again, burying his face in the side of Sandy's neck for a few moments.
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Word Count :: 467 Tada!

Baird felt the blush rise to his face, the burning blood bubbling up from his chest, fizzing up his neck and filling his cheeks. His pale fur could never quite hide the pink tinge so he was glad of the darkness of the club, the shadows hopefully masking his embarrassment at Sebastian's compliment of his over sized ears. The nibble on his ear caused a stirring in the pit of his stomach, a strange fluttering sensation that incited a stirring a little further down too. His tail began to wag and he wished that he was wearing a more suitable covering, knowing that his loincloth would fail to hide anything for too long.

Rex's comforting words, quickly followed by Sebastians purr of a voice made him instantly relax. He was now more than happy to follow his new found friends to their place, and to find out what a bed was like, and cuddle. When sober he would never admit to liking cuddles, her would have been teased mercilessly by his brother, and even his kind and caring sister, for being a 'cuddle monster.' The feeling of Sebastian's arm wrapping around his waist was more than welcome, the warm fur and flesh spreading a comfortable heat through his back. Bruno's strong arm circled him from the other side and he felt himself being herded towards the door. Sebastian seemed to think he was leading the way, the initial pull from the small red wolf, but it was Bruno and Rex that steered them properly, holding the door open for the two smaller males.

Once outside and walking along, still in the awkward line with their arms wrapped around each other, Sebastian seemed to brighten up. The other male giggled and tripped over a rock, the steady arms of the silver brothers supporting him well enough. Baird felt a wave of nausea roll over him, the fresh, cold air hitting him like a brick wall. The ground pitched and heaved and he relied very heavily upon the capable arms of Bruno to keep him steady, the large silver male was his anchor. Sebastian, on the other hand, was a firecracker, tripping over things and then coming to nuzzle into Bairds neck. He appreciated the comfort that the nuzzle gave him, a soft smile spreading across his lips. He turned his head towards the slightly shorter wolf and shot his salmon pink tongue out to lick the side of Sebastian's face in a rather sloppy dog kiss. He brought his mouth close to Sebastian's ear and whispered loudly, loudly enough for the fairly sober Bruno and Rex to hear too, "I love to cuddle. But shhhh, don't tell anyone, would ruin my reputation." He pulled back from Seb's ear, licking it in passing and shooting the orange eyed man a wink.

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Wewt!






Sebastian felt no trace of the nausea Sandy felt, perfectly used to the sensation and gulping in large breaths of the cold, refreshing air. It was only when one of the brothers was looking at him with concern that the Italian realised he was almost hyperventilating, and started to moderate his breaths. Damn, but he did love that cold, refreshing feel on his overheated body. Maybe he ought to start wearing less clothes, like Sandy Bird. He just had that skimpy loincloth.

Sebastian squeaked and pulled away slightly, giggling when Sandy licked the side of his face in a messy, wet kiss. He immediately ducked his back back closer to Sandy's shoulder, wiping some of the saliva back onto the Ozzie's fur as he chuckled. A small shiver went down his spine as the hunter whispered into his ear, his breath hot against the thin flesh.

Sebastian tilted his head and put his mouth so close to the green-eyed male's ear that his nose was almost pushed inside. "Your secret is safe with me, Sandy," Sebastian purred, exaggerating his smooth accent a little. People usually liked that, or so he found. The Italian nipped the very tip of Sandy's ear twice before he ran his tongue along the shell of his ear.

He squeaked and laughed again when both of the brothers leaned over and nipped both of his ears at once, hiding his face in the curve of Sandy's shoulder. "Stop that!" he yelped, still giggling when both brothers laughed at him and proceeded to attack his ears with small licks and nibbles. Sebastian pouted, folding his ears down and attempting to hide by pressing his face into the side of the dingo's neck.

Bruno laughed out loud, pulling away after giving Sebastian's ear another wet lick.

"Relax, Sebastian. We're just playing," he said, winking at the smaller man. When Sebastian dared to peek from Sandy's fur, Rex leaned in again and nipped his ear once more. It was with a half-hearted whine and a playful snicker that the red wolf once again sought shelter in Sandy's fur.

"Aha, we're here!" Bruno declared, indicating a small bungalow, just off the cracked main street. With that, he abruptly bent down and picked Sebastian up bridal style, carrying him towards the sturdy wooden door and chuckling as Sebastian shrieked with laughter at this new development, squirming in Bruno's muscular arms. Presumably, Rex was doing the same to Sandy. Sebastian decided he liked these brothers.


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