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Thank you qaniker. I havent figured out were to go with the story, so i havent continued it. Also limited on time, so that makes it a challenge.

Am i allowed to say my tumblr on here? Lol Its angel2rogue, feel free to look me up

Holy fuck this story is intense. The best part is the depth of each breeder's character. You really feel connected to them, drawn to them. I like the progression of the character approaches to sex. I sorely hope this isn't the end of it, as I want to know Nathan more. great work, please keep it up

I'm taking a break from this to write for my tumblr right now while I figure out what I want to do next with this.

Thinking about it. Just gotta figure out how to go about it

thanks! That means a lot. I put a lot into it and I was nervous it wasn't sexual enough lol

thanks!

I almost threw my laptop across the room when I jumped up. I'd almost given up on ever seeing Sam again. He'd stopped returning my texts and I didn't care for a second why he was at our home when I leapt into his arms. He endured my excitement until it had calmed. When I finally pulled back, I noticed his eyes were on Chance. There wasn't any anger lingering behind them. They emanated something, but I wasn't sure what. I was just happy to see his face again, since the last time it was swollen and tear stained. Chance stood from his seat and turned to face us. His face was unreadable. I stepped back, unsure of what was coming. It seemed like a power struggle. Thickened air was rolling around the room. Sam stepped very slowly towards Chance as Chance began maneuvering around the couch. Time stopped for a minute. I held my breath, unsure of what was about to happen. Chance got to the reverse side of the couch and stopped. Sam hesitated. Chance held his arms open and burst into a smile, "welcome home." Sam ran into Chance's embrace, letting loose a ******* of tears. I smiled to myself. He was back! Within a couple days, Chance was back to his normal self, feeling better. He'd given Sam his gifts, much to Sam's delight. That weekend, Chance made reservations at one of the classiest restaurants in town. Dressed to the nines, we stood waiting for the table. Typically in public, we refrained from displays of affection, not wanting to draw attention to our less-than-typical relationship. That night though, we were bold and uncaring what anybody else thought. We did gather some pretty interesting glances when Chance sat on the bench, flanked on either side, holding hands with both of us. We'd stood in the face of adversity and came out with newfound strength. It was our night to celebrate and reap the rewards. Dinner was amazing, dessert: remarkable. Toward the end of the meal, Sam confessed his whereabouts during his self-imposed exile. He'd been staying at a few friends' places. He came to realize how miserable he'd been without us; how nothing Chance had said would be unfulfilled. Somewhere in between the second and third week, the ache for primal acts of lust crept into his mind and he found himself trying to get ahold of previous lays. His thirst for a cum slopped ass was too overwhelming for him to manage. That's when he made the decision to return, though he waited another week to be sure. "Well I'm glad you came back," Chance confessed, "I missed you." I smiled at the honesty in his voice. We finished at the restaurant and went home. It was dusk and Chance went straight into the bedroom after entering the house. Sam and I kicked off our shoes. Chance had closed the door to the bedroom and locked it. Sam and I exchanged glances, wondering what was up. Moments later, Chance emerged and there was a visible glow emanating from the bedroom. His expression signaled caution. We stepped towards him and showed no fear. Face to face with Chance, I ran my hands over the lapel of his dinner jacket. This was it, the last few moments before diving head first into a new life. I thought I'd be afraid, paralyzed, and unable to continue. But looking into Chance's eyes, I felt nothing but peace. Chance took our hands in his. Backing slowly, he lead us into the bedroom, which had been illuminated with candles. Resting on the bed was a glass pipe, a lighter and a bottle of poppers, neatly rested on a small hand towel. Chance's smile was vibrant with energy. We stood before him as he soaked in the sight of us, dressed up and ready to take the plunge. He turned around and took the glass pipe into his hands. He offered it to Sam first, who took it carefully into his hands and lit it up. As he twisted it and the tiny rocks began to melt, smoke filled the cavity. Sam drew the smoke in slowly, and held it. Chance took Sam by the back of the head and pressed their lips together. Sam exhaled the smoke into Chance's lungs and immediately began feeling the effects of the drug. I watched his eyes roll back into his head and his shoulders relax. Chance exhaled, then offered the pipe to me. I repeated the process and passed it to Sam. Then Chance with me. Within minutes we were all fucked up. Chance began taking off his jacket and I put my hand on his chest. He pulled it back over his shoulders and I gently nudged him onto his back. He landed on the bed and stretched out. Sam and I crawled up next to him, I fiddled with his belt, quickly unfastening it and grabbing the button of his pants. Sam pulled the zipper down as I stuck my hand into his pants, freeing the hardening monster inside. I paused and looked at it, knowing it was about to infect me. I watched a huge drop off precum build up at the tip. I looked up at Chance, who was watching intently. I took the shaft of his cock into one hand, ran the other up his shirt, feeling his well shaped abs. I brought my lips down on his piss slit and gave the head of his cock a peck, smearing my lips with his tainted precum. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. I was showing him that I love him, no matter what. He smiled and eased his head back onto the comforter. I broke the cock kiss and licked my lips. I don't know why, but I expected it to taste different. I was delighted to find it was just as sweet as ever. I aimed his cock toward Sam, who eagerly popped the head into his mouth. He began to bob on it, letting his mouth sink down half way before pulling back up slowly. Chance grunted into the air and opened one eye to look at me. I crawled up to meet his gaze and began to kiss him with a passion unlike any before. I felt tingly all over and felt the temperature sky rocket in my veins. It may have been the drugs, but I like to think it was built up sexual tension. Having gone over a month since getting any was igniting a wildfire in my body. Chance began pulling off my clothes, popping the buttons off my shirt and tearing the fabric of my undershirt to expose my bare skin to the chilled air of our bedroom. "I wanna taste that pussy baby," he whispered coarsely as he began grabbing at the fabric over my ass. In one strong tug, I felt the seam of my slacks give way, exposing the brightly colored underwear I had on. Another tug and those were in tatters too. He helped guide me over his face, lining his mouth up with my hole. I looked down to see Sam's lips pressed firmly against the skin around the base of Chance's cock. Suddenly, with a long, slow drag of the tongue, Chance began eating me out. Instinctively, my hole contracted briefly before relaxing on his tongue. It had been far too long since I'd been stretched open, so his tongue struggled to push inside me. He was starved for my ass and before I knew it, my hole was soaked with spit. I felt my hole relax more and Chance's tongue pushed the tight muscles encircling my hole open. I reached behind me and pulled Chance closer, completely burying his face in my bubble butt. Sam was voraciously deep-throating Chance at this point and his face was getting covered in his own spit. After a while doing this, Chance pushed me up enough to tell us to change positions. I maneuvered myself into my stomach and Sam joined me, overlapping his leg over mine so we were hip to hip. Chance ripped a hole in Sam's pants too, finding that Sam was commando. I leaned over and started kissing Sam as Chance began eating him out. Not wanting to ignore anyone that night, Chance ran his fingers over my quenched hole. Sam moaned into my mouth and I knew Chance was tongue fucking him. At this point, Chance roughly jammed two fingers in me. Flinching, I noticed that Chance was curling his fingers inside me, followed by a slight tinge of pain. I responded by arching my back, imposing his fingers deeper in me. After a few minutes, he switched, tongueing me while fingering Sam. Chance worshipped our holes non-stop for over an hour until both Sam and I were beyond desperate for more. Abruptly, Chance pulled off us and I looked over my shoulder. He was pulling off the remnants of Sam's clothing. I noticed he was sweating and his fingers were leaving red trails on Sam's white shirt. High as fuck, it took a moment for me to process that it was blood. One if us was bleeding from his finger fucking, maybe both. Chance finished undressing me, then Sam and I stripped Chance. The room was scorchingly hot. We were all dripping sweat. Sam and I laid back on the bed and Chance stood in front of us, glancing back and forth. "Guess we're at the hard part," Chance said. I looked up at him quizzically. "Who goes first?" I chuckled and said, "Sam can if he wants." I wanted to watch my knight get truly bred. Sam responded by laughing and pulling me on top of him, so I was straddling him. Chance took Sam's cock and aimed it at my hole. Goosebumps rose all over my skin. I felt the fat head of Sam's 8 inch cock push past my first sphincter and I greedily swallowed the entire thing. My moan filled the room. I bent down and kissed Sam, arching my back some so Chance had a clear image of my hole stretched over Sam's neg cock for the last time. It proved to be more than Chance could handle and before I react, I felt the head of Chance's cock begin to push Sam's aside. My hole took forever to let him in. An audible pop, followed by a pleasant burn around my hole told me Chance was in. Had we not smoked from the pipe, I probably would have been in a significant amount of pain. Chance pulled me up, wrapping his arms around my chest and lifting. I closed my eyes, wondering how I'd be able to process vision in addition to the tremendous stretch I was enduring. I took a deep breath in through my nose and felt the chill vapors from the poppers Chance was holding up to my face. Instantly, I felt my hole relax and I started to work my way down their shafts. Chance took my movement as a sign I was ready and with one swift thrust, buried as much of his cock into my rectum as possible. Anther thrust posted him past my second sphincter. The third and he was hilted. At this point, he froze, allowing me a moment to adjust. The moment wasn't long enough, and before I knew it, my hole was getting plowed hard. I grabbed the sheets and Sam pulled me down into his arms, planting kisses on my lips to help comfort me of the intensity of sessions I was enduring. After a few minutes, my hole dilated enough to accommodate their cocks and the warm burn became a pulsing pleasure. My moans and the sounds of an intense double fuck filled the room. You know the ones, the sloppy, slightly echoed, sloshing from having two big cocks in you. Chance was sweating more now, the drops colliding with my back. At one point, the two of them synchronized their thrusts so that Chance would be pushing in as Sam pulled out. Sam started talking in a raspy voice, "how's that big poz cock feel in there babe?" "Fucking perfect," I couldn't say more, too focused on the sensations. He continued though, me nodding and grunting in response. "Remember? The last time we played with T? How long it took for Chance to cum? Two hours at least right? You gonna take it that long? Gonna be a good bitch for us baby? You want that poz cum in you don't you? Do anything for it? Your hole is so wet babe, so sloppy. Feels so good." Soon, Chance joined into the dirty talk, "Sam's right babe, it's gonna take a while for me to blast this poz cum in you. You wanna stop?" I almost screamed my response, "NO! FUCK NO! DON'T STOP! EVER!" They kept fucking me for over an hour, fueling each other's dirty talk, which encouraged Chance to keep going. After an hour, my hole went completely slack, dragging the ruined ring of muscle along their shafts with each thrust. Chance and Sam seized the opportunity and started wildly fucking me. I lost track of time then, blanketed from the world in our fuck fest. God-knows-how-long later, I felt a tension rise in my gut, that inched it's way over my entire body. Like someone turned on a light inside me, it exploded, and I began blasting cum all over Sam's face and chest. As I cried out wildly, my hole spasmed on their cocks, pushing Chance over the edge. He held my hips firmly in place and drove every bit of cock in as deep as he could before blasting my insides with white hot toxic cum. It flooded into me so hard; I could feel it splash against the walls of my depths. Chance finished cumming and remained buried in me, securely plugging my hole with their cocks. He wanted to make sure his sperm wouldn't somehow escape the cavern they'd made of my hole. Time slowed down and it felt like we stayed like that for hours, though it was probably more along the line of twenty minutes. Once Chance started pulling his cock out, he began spanking my right cheek, so I'd tighten up and not lose more cum than necessary. Once his cock popped out, he held it at the entrance to my hole for a minute. He shifted his weight and showed me his phone. He'd taken a picture of his cock, pink with cum and blood, with Sam's cock sporting a giant drip of cum on the shaft where my puffy ass lips clung to it. Immediately, he told me to spin around so I was facing him. It took a moment, because I was dizzy with lust. Then he had Sam roll us over so I was under him, with his cock firmly lodged in my freshly bred hole. He told me to hold Sam's muscular ass open. I grabbed Sam's cheeks and pulled them as far apart as I could. Chance rammed four fingers into Sam and roughly fucked him with them, sinking down to his thumb with each thrust. Without skipping a beat, he ripped his fingers out and stuffed his cock in. Sam groaned loudly and bit my neck. I pushed my hole back onto his cock, feeling the trimmed pubes tickling my swollen hole. I stayed there as Chance began working up a fuck frenzy. Chance aggressively plowed into Sam, relentless, like he was trying to fuck a hole through him. Chance grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, planting a dominating kiss on his mouth, jamming his tongue down Sam's throat. I lay under him, feeling the kinetic energy of Chance's thrusts in Sam's cock. Every so often I'd feel his cock expand and contract and I began grinding my hips against him. I wanted to massage his cock head into the cum drenched walls of my hole. Chance felt this and started talking dirty, "That feel good baby?" Sam moaned, "Does his hole feel nice on that cock?" Another moan, "you like having your cock soak in my poz cum don't you baby boy? You love it. You're anxious to have your own hole infected too. You wanted it all along baby. You wanted to catch the bug. Didn't you?" Sam moaned loudly, and Chance thrust particularly hard into him, "say it. Tell me the truth about why you let anyone fuck you." Sam whined, "Fuck baby! Yes, I want to be poz, I want to take any and all cocks. I've always wanted it. I need it! Please baby! Give it to me!" That was all the encouragement Chance needed. He started railing Sam's hole, pounding him into me. I grabbed the sheets and pulled, but unable to move, I was forced to stay put. Chance continued fucking Sam for well over three hours before he finally shot off in him. Sam was so turned on that he blasted his last neg load into my hole, mixing with Chance's. Once he'd calmed down, Chance popped his cock out and plugged Sam with the largest plug he could fit in him. He wanted it to massage his DNA into Sam's torn walls. Unable to sleep, we spent the rest of the weekend taking turns fucking one another. Chance let us fuck him for the first time. It was the best weekend of my life. The one where I knew I'd always have Sam and Chance, not just emotionally, but in my blood. And that was the best feeling of all.

I helped Chance off the floor of the bathroom. He reeked of vomit. I sat him down on the lid of the toilet and turned to start the shower. "You've got such a beautiful ass," Chance said meekly. He hadn't been able to keep down much food and it was obvious it was taking its toll. I helped him stand up, and pulled his underwear off. He rested his head on my shoulder and I held him momentarily. I carefully got him situated and leaned him up against the wall of the shower. I peeled off my clothes and stepped in with him. The water was hotter than I wanted, so I started fidgeting with the temps until it was just on the border of cool and cold. Chance grunted loudly as the spray hit him. I wanted to bring his temperature down some, so I let the water crash into his skin for a bit. I marveled at the way the water looked as it dripped down his chest. After a few minutes, he was starting to shiver. He reached over and pulled me close to him. I grabbed the soap and started to work up a lather. "Will you answer my question now?" In his weakened state, he didn't care about patience. I began soaping him up without answering his inquiry. I got him cleaned of the sweat and puke that had soaked into his pores. "Stay," I commanded before I opened the sliding door. I stepped out and grabbed mouthwash off the counter and coined back in. After swishing twice he smelled fresh and alive. Not ready to vacate the cool water, I switched our positioning, so his back was against the water. He looked down, letting the water run through his short hair. I took a good look at him. His cock was flaccid, his skin seemed pale and tepid. Despite this, it was still beautiful to see him. He had an air of fragility. He needed me. I started to think about what I was going to say to him. Did I want to have this talk now? Or should I wait till after he's recovered? He must have sensed my contemplation, "What's on your mind?" Lots. Everything. There wasn't enough time in the world to vocally express everything. I had to be select. I asked shortly, "is this what I'd have to look forward to?" "Maybe. Sometimes you get sick, sometimes you don't." He wasn't energetic enough to sugar coat and I appreciated the blunt honesty, "and no." "No?" "If you get sick, I'll have been there before you, know what to expect. I'll be able to take care of you." "Oh," I had to stop and think before continuing, "are you scared?" The question came out abruptly, innocently and he chuckled lightly, "A little." "Of what?" "Losing you," he paused, "and Sam." He looked up into my eyes and his eyes resembled sapphires. I couldn't stop myself. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back, taking the small of my back into his hands, holding me tight against him. Countless gallons of water later, we stepped out. I toweled him off and we went into the living room and affluent the day watching movies naked. He had no energy for sex, which I was fearful of still. I knew we'd figure that out later, but as much as he needed me now, I needed him forever. There was no way I could leave him. A week later, Chance was feeling near perfect and I was immensely grateful for that. I was sitting on the couch playing a game on my laptop. Chance was watching tv next to me. It was early evening, the sky filling with tangerines and mangos. I heard a click behind me and turned my head. Sam was standing in the entryway of the house. His face was stern and focused. He looked around the room before he looked at me, "Hey."

Sam stood slowly after a brief moment of silence. He walked into the bedroom and Chance stayed firmly planted in place. I struggled with processing what Chance had just said. I decided I'd think about it later. I ran to the bedroom and found Sam tearfully putting his clothes back into his luggage. I stood in the frame of the door until he noticed me. He must have seen the fear in my eyes. He spoke first, "I'm going to a friend's for a bit." "How long is a bit?" "I don't know. I need to think." "Can I come?" I didn't know what else to say. "I think it's best if you go find somewhere else to stay, you need to think too," my heart sank. "Will you be back?" I was fighting back tears now. This hurt. More than I could imagine. "I'll come back when I know what to do," he went back to packing, his expression was resolute, determined. He was done talking. I sat on the bed and tried to process. There was too much going on. I couldn't handle it. I sat there while Sam finished packing. He flung his bag over his shoulder and walked in front of me. I looked up at him, eyes bloodshot and hurt. He knelt down in front of me and rested his forehead against mine. Sam tilted his chin and kissed me. He quickly rose and walked out the door. I heard the front door shut and I sat staring at the floor. After a moment, Chance's shadow filled the door frame. I mustered up all the courage I could manage and asked him to leave. He didn't budge. I felt a blaze of fury run through my system and I grabbed the closest thing to me, an alarm clock. I threw that fucker as hard as I could at Chance. Without batting an eye, he caught it and threw it over my head at the wall behind me. It shattered, sending cogs and springs everywhere. He calmly walked into the room. I stood, suddenly afraid. His pace held no aggression, no anger. He seemed at peace. I backed up. Soon I was against the wall, shaking. He stopped less than a foot away from me. He moved to bring his hand to mine and I reflexively withdrew. His hand took mine and he gently pulled me into his arms. I broke down. "It's ok baby. It's ok." I took a few days off from work to get myself together. I must have smoked about six packs in those three days. I was constantly checking my phone, waiting for some kind of response from Sam. Ryan stopped by to apologize during that time, and they talked about what had happened while I fucked around on the computer. It was very quiet those few days. As much as I didn't want to admit it, Chance's confession was spot on correct. I didn't like the thought of contracting HIV, but it was undeniable that I would eventually. After a week with no word from Sam, I started to grow accustomed to the situation. Every day, Chance would leave and return with gifts for me and Sam. I asked why he purchased them for Sam, and he argued that Sam was still a part of this relationship, until Sam tells us otherwise. I begrudgingly accepted the gifts, still unsure about my own status on the relationship. After two weeks, I finally got a call from Sam asking me to pack up more of his clothing and to meet him at a coffee shop to deliver them. He told me not to tell Chance we were meeting. I sat in the coffee shop for over an hour before Sam arrived. Once he did, he thanked me for bringing him his stuff, grabbed the bag and left. I didn't even get to say a word. I went home that night and for the first time in years, I jacked off. Its interesting to follow your thought patterns while masturbating. Mine seemed to be centered around getting pozzed. After the orgasm subsided, I was left in a sticky mess of inner conflict. The next week, Chance got extremely sick. He stayed home from work, unable to get out of bed. I wondered if this was the result of that night almost a month ago. The second night of his illness, Chance's puking was keeping me up. I actually felt bad for him, so after a few times, I stopped him on his way out of the bathroom. He'd been sleeping on the couch since the incident. He apologized for waking me and I pulled the covers down. He stopped to consider what I was implying. "Get in bed," I didn't ask, "I'm not going to get any sleep either way, so I'll give you a pass for the night." Chance nodded and approached the bed. He was wearing sweats and a tank top. As he climbed in between the sheets, I felt a wash of heat radiating from him. His fever was high as hell. Realizing I was in about to sleep with a heater, I sat up and started pulling his shirt off. He seemed confused by my actions. Next came his sweats. After he'd been stripped to his underwear, I pulled off my shirt too. He laid back seemed tense. I snaked my arm under his neck and curled up behind him. I realized how much I missed feeling his skin against mine and before I could register what I was doing, I placed a soft kiss on the back of his neck. I held my breath, waiting to see if he reacted. "Thank you for letting me sleep with you tonight, baby. I love you," he whispered. I continued holding my breath. Silence echoed through the room. I knew it probably hurt his feelings; it even hurt mine a little. But I knew that saying it back would commit me to more than I was ready for. And that got me thinking. How would I know I'd be ready for it? Maybe there wasn't any point in fighting it. It's not the worst thing that could happen to me. I called out of work the next day, and slept the majority of the day. When I woke up, Chance was laying on the couch, blanket pulled over his head. Unsure if he was awake or not, I quietly went into the kitchen and made myself some food. I ate it on the counter, checking my phone. When I'd finished, I jumped. Chance was leaning against the fridge, watching me. "Good morning," he said. I smiled at him and through his fevered state, he managed to smile with surprising brightness. It'd been almost a month since I had actually seen him smile like that. I felt my knees weaken. My face flushed and I turned away from him. Next thing I knew, arms were encircling my hips and a breathy voice filled my ears. "It's ok. You know you still love me," my knees weakened again. Once again, he was right. I felt my defences crumble under his embrace. He held me a moment before he turned and left to go to the restroom again. I stood in the kitchen and had to quell the blood rushing to my cock. I found myself confused and flustered by what just happened. I quickly put the dishes in the sink and went into the bedroom. Chance's heaving was audible through the closed door. I sorely turned the handle and pushed open the door. Chance was on all fours puking. He seemed fragile in that moment. He glanced up at me before burying his face back in the bowl. I moved to him and crouched down beside him. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder blade and caressed him. After finding a moment of stomach peace, Chance looked me in the eyes, "are you going to leave me?" In This moment of weakness, I understood how afraid he'd been the past month. His confidence was fragmented. He was doing his best to hide it, to remain in control of his emotions. "Finish puking your brain's out, and we'll go talk." He nodded and put his face back in the toilet.

As soon as we were unstrapped and hollowed of the dildo, Sam took off out the door. I shot Chance a look of disgust and followed suit. Ryan met us outside and before Chance could join us, we were driving away. The ride was silent, none of us knowing what to say. Chance had betrayed the trust we'd placed in him. Even Ryan seemed conflicted by the event. He pulled up to the front of the house and Sam threw open the car door and slammed it shut. Ryan rested his forehead in his hands and exhaled before turning to me. "You guys probably want some time to yourselves," his eyes were compassionate and soft, a look I'd never seen in him before. I stared for a moment, feeling the rage build up inside me. "Fuck you," I practically screamed as I threw open the door and began walking to the door. Halfway up the path, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It made be flinch and I turned to face Ryan. "I didn't know this was going to happen, babe," he was trying to quell his wrath. I didn't care. I turned again and continued to the door. I threw it open and Sam was packing a bag with clothing. "Don't leave Sam, please? I can't do this without you." I started to shake. Everything was falling apart. I walked to him and took his hands. He pulled them away, quickly. I stood staring at him, shocked that he reacted like this. He'd never been cold to me. His eyes looked to the door, where Ryan stood. "What the fuck do you want?" Sam yelled, throwing a shirt to the floor. "I didn't do shit with this Sam! Guys! I'm serious! I didn't know this was going to happen!" Ryan was trying his best to remain calm, but his anger was pervading his face. Sam pushed past me, throwing me against the wall hard, and grabbed Ryan by the front of his shirt. "You knew damn well what the fuck was happening. You stood there and watched. You fucking took part in it!" He swung hard and clocked Ryan in the ribs. I jumped up and ran to Sam, trying to pull him off. Everybody was yelling. I felt a sharp jab I'm my gut and fell back, trying to draw air into my lungs but to no prevail. I looked up to see Ryan pin Sam against the wall and pull his arm back. He clenched his fist and like lightning, decked Sam square in the jaw. I tried to stand, but I was too weak. Sam slumped to the floor and started crying. I managed to get one good deep breath. "Get the fuck out of my house!" I expended the entirety of my lungs in that command. Ryan looked to me and see the zeal in my face. He picked up his keys and ran to his car, slamming the door hard. His engine whirred as he sped off. Sam lay sobbing on the floor, blood coming from his nose. I got my bearings and stood cautiously, walking to the fridge. I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and returned to the trembling form of my boy. I cautiously applied the ice to his face and caressed his hair. "Please don't leave me Sam, I need you." The words escaped my lips at a whisper. A moment passed in silence. "I don't know what to do anymore," Sam confessed. "I feel like I'm being ripped in two." I helped him off the floor and onto the couch. I laid on my side and rested my head on his lap. I felt a drop or two of blood hit my cheek but couldn't find the strength to wipe it away. I felt so weak, exhausted. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, the light from outside was blinding. I sat up and Sam looked to me. "Hey baby," he whispered. The affection in his voice soothed my fears over him leaving. His face hadn't swelled too much, but it was obvious he'd been fighting. I looked around cautiously. Unsure if I was ready to see Chance yet, I found relief that there was no indication he'd returned. "Did you sleep?" I asked Sam, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No. Couldn't." Understandable, I thought. "So what do we do now?" I was afraid of the answer. "First, I apologize for hitting you. You don't deserve that." I looked down, acknowledging the ache in my side. "Then we wait, I guess." I nodded and slowly made my way to the kitchen. There was blood in the entrance, but I didn't have the energy to deal with it. I grabbed a box of Lucky Charms and returned to the couch. We started eating them and neither of us spoke. Whatever happened, it seemed we'd be going at it together. The minutes turned to hours that day. The house seemed so quiet. Lifeless. Or maybe that was just an externalization of what I felt. I found it upsetting that Chance hadn't returned to bear the results of his actions. He might have stayed at a friend's house. I found myself worrying, which surprised me. Late in the evening, as the sun was setting, we heard a car pull up. We looked to one another, both unknowing of what would be said or done. The next few minutes were long. So very long. They clung to the clock like honey. Finally, we heard keys jingle, the latch tick, and the gasp of air as the door opened. I turned my head. Sam didn't move. Chance filled the door frame, holding two bouquets of flowers. I felt sorry for him. It was going to take more than flowers to remedy this. He wore the same clothes as the night before. His hair was undone and lazily brushed down. I made eye contact with him, unyielding in expression. He knew how hurt I was. He moved to the front of the room, took in the sight of us. Sam's bruised face and my side elicited a look of surprise from him. He set the flowers on the coffee table. Sam stood quickly. "Sit down, Sam." Chance's voice was low and gentle. Sam turned and took a step away. "I said sit the fuck down." No longer gentle, Chance's voice blasted through the house. Sam paused, unsure of his next move. "Please," Chance almost whispered. A deep breath escaped Sam before he returned to the couch. He seemed to be choosing his word carefully, as there was hesitation in his voice, "You're mad. I know this. Hate me probably. But you're not seeing everything right." Sam rolled his eyes, I looked to the floor, "if you're going to break up our home, do it for the right reason." This cought my attention, and I looked up to him. He waited till Sam made eye contact before he continued, "Look at how you go through guys Sam," I held my breath, this wasn't going to be pretty. "You know it was just a matter of time before someone infected you. And then it'd be a waiting game till he got it," he looked at me. I broke eye contact. "I'll be fucking damned if some guy bugs you because he lied to you. If either of you get this, it should be by your choice and by someone who loves you and will take care of you after." Tension in my shoulders eased. I eyed Chance cautiously, none the less. Sam's leg was bouncing. He was aggravated and understandably so. As pissed off as he was about what Chance said, there was no denying its validity. We've all been borrowing time. And apparently that time was now up. Chance continued, "So the way I see it, you can either accept this change and stay with someone who loves you very much and who wants you to be yourselves. Or you can leave and either continue playing Russian roulette with your tricks, or live afraid of who you really are. Choice is yours." Well fuck.

Thanks guys! I'm going to write more along this story line soon. There's more on my tumblr with suitors with Chance, Sam and I. Angel2rogue is my user name. Note, there's not anything on chasing and stuff though, but lots of breeding and ff play, including the stories of how we all meet