The Storytelling of Del'an

Author's Note: Here you go, folks, as promised. ;) Warning: Explicit Sexual Situations Ahead! (Still) Chapter 7 In a panic, he froze in place. His first and immediate thought was "Oh fuck." He felt overwhelming guilt, until he noticed Brent's tenting erection clad in his underwear. Grant snapped his glance up to his lover's face. Brent had an odd smile on his face, then suddenly gripped Grant's arm, and forcibly led him into the bedroom without another word. Grant knew he could have easily yanked his arm out of his lover's grip, but he was curious as to what was running through Brent's mind.

Author's Note: More sexual fun! Hehe. Yes, don't worry. More plot IS coming… ;) Chapter 6 Grant held Vince against his body in a tight embrace, then let go, feeling guilty about enjoying this too much. He glanced at the couch, then at Vince. Despite his desire to fuck the cub again, he knew he should quit and talk to Brent. He spoke gruffly, caressing Vince's cheek with shrouded affection. "You should go back to sleep. We'll talk later today." Vince nodded, smiling slightly. He felt slight dizziness flash through him as exhaustion claimed him. His eyes closed and he sagged into Grant's arms.

Chapter 5 Warning: More Sexual Situations up ahead… Grant dimly realized he was dreaming. Again. He crouched on all fours, sniffing the air. He darted his eyes around the clearing he was in, ringed by tall trees. Part of him realized that the place he was in was different. The other part -- the instinctual part sniffed for something familiar. A familiar scent edged with muskiness caught his nose, and he bounded with excitement toward it. It had a strange flavor to it but it held his nose like a magnet. After what seemed like endless running, he skidded to a stop when the trees around him thinned in front of a creek.

Author's Note: Sorry for being a few days late – I was way too exhausted the other night to get up the energy to post this. Hope everyone enjoys this! (Apparently Blogger was having issues the other night) Warning: Explicit Sexual Situations ahead.

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situations ahead. Chapter 3 After Grant started the washer, he went to the kitchen, and started warming up Brent's share of the takeout he had bought before. Brent waited for Vince to come out of the bedroom, while sitting on a plush chair to the right of the bed-couch. He wanted to hear Vince's story for himself. He only had gotten snippets from Grant and it wasn't enough to convince him... yet. Vince came walking out of the bedroom, feeling rather timid. He wasn't used to wearing pajamas in front of virtual strangers, and preferred to sleep nude.

Sorry about that folks. I think I'll be updating again soon. Grizzly Science #2 is all completed, so that might be posted next. As for the other stories... I dunno what I'll pick next. Here's "Grant" from Grizzly Science made from  http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/gonk/ I was totally blindsided by his fanart one day, and ...well, damn. ;) I think it's fucking kickass!

Chapter 11 Brent awoke gradually, not recognizing the place immediately. The first thing he registered was large furry arms were encircled around his chest. His mind was still fuzzy from sleepiness, and warm memories of the night washed over him. He faintly recalled sleeping with Grant, and his mind leaped into full awareness. Ordinarily he'd scramble out of bed realizing he'd done something horribly wrong, but this time -- he felt perfectly safe. There was a strange rightness about all of this. He never wanted to budge from this spot. He let Grant's heat seep into his body, warming his entire being. He felt the urge to piss. He mentally scowled in irritation. His bladder just had to pick this time to complain.

Warnings: Implicit Sex Incoming!  Chapter 10 Grant knelt over Brent, with his hands supporting his upper half on the bed, panting lightly, and covered with slightly sweat-sodden fur. They had been making out and exploring each other for what seemed an eternity, but in actuality only about a half hour passed.

Chapter 8 Rain pattered on the roof of the house, as Grant opened his eyes to darkness, with light slipping in through curtains around the room. His first thought was that it was morning. His second and resigned thought that he would have to go into work. Grant pulled himself upright, and his feet onto the carpet. He sighed, dangling his arms between his legs. He wondered if he should call in sick. Even if he felt fine now -- perhaps it might be best to do that.