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Blitzkrieg's Parade Part 4
🕑 Added 2016-12-28 05:20:36 +0000 UTC Blitzkrieg's Parade Part 4Scene #1 for December, 2016
Universe: Save the Day, created by Zia
Tags: Wolf, Fox, Superspeed, Invisiblitiy
1,118 words
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Eric? Blitzkrieg whispered, eyes wide at being kissed like that. The wolf blushed hard, and was suddenly glad that the lights were dim and no one else was in the room to see his face right now. Or Erics face for that matter. The big brown wolf stared into the eyes of the fox who had just kissed him, again. Who had played nanny for Frida last weekend when he had to 'work'. The fox who kept cooking for him, and who hed fallen asle-
Karl blinked, shaking his head, lips still tingling from the passion of their kiss.
Earlier that week...
Karl walked casually up to his door, taking his time because it was early evening and the other people in his apartment build would still be awake. They might not be able to see him if he were moving at full speed, but it took too long to open the door. So Karl walked, rolling his left shoulder which still ached from the blow that had just clipped him pulling his house keys from his jeans.
Oh, um, hello Karl, a cheerful, embarrassed sounding voice called out, causing the wolfs ears to twitch. The wolf to the right, his ears perking as he saw his neighbor from down the hall open his door. Welcome home, the red fox said somewhat sheepishly, fumbling with his keys as if Karl had somehow caught Eric doing something he wasnt supposed to be.
Oh, um, hello Eric, the brown wolfs face flushed a little, and he covered it. How are you? The wolf unlocked his door and then stopped, turning to face the fox without opening the door to his apartment. Eric was now standing beside him, still cringing slightly, and Karl didnt want Eric to see into his apartment, just in case hed left one of his little projects out or a discarded uniform in sight. They stared at each other for a long moment, Erics eyes on the wolfs paw as he held the door handle.
Oh, um, you know. The foxs ears flicked backwards, and then he straightened up a little, facing the bigger wolf fully. Im alright. Just, heading to the store. The foxs expression brightened when Karl didnt look away or go inside, losing the guilty look. You know how it is; you start cooking, only to discover youre out of garlic.
The big wolfs muzzle twitched slightly, Jah, that must be annoying.
The foxs eyes flicked once as he folded his paws in front of him. Oh, right, you dont really cook much, he said quietly, eyes unreadable.
I cook. Wh-why do you say that? Karl said, forcing a bright smile onto his face.
The foxs smile was sly, and he tapped his nose, ears waggled slightly. Karl, you never cook. You come home late, you are always rushing out, your doorstep never smells of food. Not even a curry or cabbage. Eric tilted his head, looking Karl up and down and speculatively rubbing his chin. In fact... if you have some garlic to spare, you should come join me. Im making spaghetti with a homemade sauce.
Ah, nah, I couldnt impose. Thank you though, The wolf twisted his doorknob, staring at the fox and desperately hoping hed take the hint.
Come on, itll be just us bachelors. but Eric just smirked up at him. Youd be doing me a favor, Ive got a nice bottle of wine we can open, that I dont want to drink on my own. Come on, you have something else you were planning to eat tonight? Freda said you liked the leftovers I left last time.
Karl smiled automatically at the sound of his daughters name, and the smile broadened as he thought about how much Frida had raved about Erics lasagna. Shed been spending the weekend at his apartment, something she could do only once a month now. Originally, hed had visitation rights every weekend. Now, it was only once a month.
Frieda had been so excited to spend weekend with him, but of course thered been a crisis in France. She was fifteen, it should have been fine to leave her in the apartment alone, but if his ex-wife found out... The last time Karl had to go on a rescue during a weekend visit Elda had used it against him with the family court.
Thankfully, Eric had been kind enough to stay with her and cook for her. And the foxs lasagna had been delicious, but he didnt want Elda to find out. Of course, thats when Karls treacherous stomach betrayed him, grumbling so loudly that both men looked down at his belly, and Eric laughed. The short fox looked up at Karl, whose ears flushed a little at the foxs bright grin.
Well, Ill take that as a yes. Two cloves of garlic should be enough, The fox smiled up at the taller wolf, eyes bright as his ears perked as he poked the wolf in the chest playfully. Bring me a full bulb, and Ill send you home with enough spaghetti to last you a week. Then Eric turned and headed back to his own door, a spring in his step.
Theyd had a good night together, him and Eric.
The food had been good. The wine had been good. Too good. Itd felt like being normal. Drinking too much, watching a movie, and eating good food with a friend. Eric had been good company, real good company. Hed been...
Karl flushed every time he thought about it. The fox had overdone it a bit with the wine, opening a second bottle. And he opened up to Karl, talking long into the night. The big wolf was sure there had been more to the overly friendly foxs touch, the way hed brushed against Karl. The way hed smiled. Oh, and the bulge in the foxs tight pants. There was no mistaking the foxs erection when Eric had slouched against Karls side. They were both laughing drunkenly at something the wolf had said and pressed against the wolfs muscled leg.
Theyd... well theyd kissed. A bit, for a while, quite passionately. Anyways, nothing had happened. Beyond the kissing that was.
Eric ended up falling asleep against the wolfs side like that, and Karl had passed out too, enjoying the comfort of having someone sleep close to him. Of having someone kiss him.
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And now, that same face was close to him again, in another darkened room, their bodies pressed together once more.
The Phantom Fox had just kissed him with more passion than Karl had felt in a long time...
Eric was the Phantom Fox. And he knew exactly who Blitzkrieg truly was.
