Marshall moaned as soft kisses were placed on his stomach. The Dalmatian closed his eyes, letting his body relax underneath the moonlight while his lover continued to love him gently, in a way that made Marshall feel alive and almost falling in love with him.
Almost.
"Rocky..." He breathed, causing the mix-breed to stop what he was doing and smirk, golden brown eyes glowing. Marshall had wished they were a different pair of eyes instead, wished that what was going on was with another person.
But he knew that was just a fantasy.
"I love how no matter how many times I do this, you're still sensitive as ever, Marshall." Rocky said, smirking. This caused the Dalmatian to blush and stutter.
"S-shut up." He said, making Rocky chuckle and then went back to placing kisses on the Dalmatian. Marshall's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he felt Rocky reach near his precious sheath, where his member awaited him. Giving it a lick, Rocky watched as Marshall squirmed, panting, eyes half-lidded. There was a wry smile on his face, and Marshall knew what he was thinking. Getting up slightly, he placed a kiss on Rocky's nose. "Not tonight. Don't think about it tonight."
"It hurts, though." Rocky mumbled, his ear bending slightly.
"I know. How do you think I feel? But we can't. Not with them. So, let's enjoy this with each other. Please. Make me - us - feel good." Marshall whispered back, kissing Rocky all the way down to his neck, making the mix-breed moan. Once he got Rocky's mind off their problem, Marshall lend back and began to roll onto his stomach, moving his tail to the side, sticking his rear in the air. He looked back at Rocky, whose eyes were glazed with lust.
Not love.
"Give it to me, Rocks. Make me scream louder than yesterday." Marshall teased, wiggling his hips. Rocky growled and narrowed his eyes.
"You're going to regret saying that." He said, getting up and mounting Marshall. Soon, Rocky pushed his erection forward, into Marshall's hole, making both dogs groan softly at the feel of each other.
"N-Never gonna regret t-this." Marshall panted, tongue out of his mouth as Rocky began to thrust into him. Soon, both dogs were moaning as quietly as they could, making sure not to wake the others, which was always some kind of challenge to them, and still enjoying themselves. Marshall could feel Rocky's sack slapping into his legs, the deeper he went in and it felt so damn good that it almost made Marshall forget the reason why they were doing this. Forget his unrequited love, make Rocky forget about his replacement in a certain Chocolate Lab's life.
Forget everything, just feel.
With a low moan, Rocky came inside Marshall, who yelped at the feeling and then sighed as Rocky laid on top of him, panting softly in his ear.
"More, Rocky." Marshall whispered, face flush. Rocky sighed.
"Don't worry, this night isn't over." The mix-breed said, and Marshall could feel Rocky getting erect once more inside of him. Marshall couldn't stop the boyish grin that was on his face, as he knew Rocky wouldn't let him down. No, Rocky wouldn't let him down, unlike a certain dog.
But, despite their tight bond, this isn't a real romance, a real relationship.
This wasn't love.
Marshall yawed, smacking his lips, causing Rubble, Skye, Zuma, and Chase to giggle and laugh.
"Up all night again, Marshall?" Skye asked, giggling once more. There was hostility boiling in the pit of Marshall's stomach, and he wanted to snap at her, for several reasons, but he didn't.
"Yeah..." He said.
"What is it this time? Catching butterflies?" Rubble asked, making the group laugh. Marshall felt his lips twitch and just as he was about to respond, Rocky came into the lookout, looking equally as tired.
"Geeze, Wocky, who'd drugged you?" Zuma asked, raising an eyebrow. Rocky didn't say anything, just getting in between Chase and Skye for his food, but before he stop it, the mix-breed landed face first into his bowl, snoring. This caused the others to giggle as Zuma marched over and nudge him.
"Um, Wocky dude? It's time to get up." He said. When Rocky didn't say anything, instead, he kept on snoring, Zuma nudge him a little harder than the last. "Dude, please..."
"I got this Zuma." Chase said, getting his microphone out and yelled. "ROCKY GET UP!"
"AHH! I'M AWAKE, I'M AWAKE!" Rocky yelled out, making everyone around them laugh, even Marshall had to smile. Realizing Chase had used his microphone on him, Rocky growled. "Nice, Chase. You couldn't have woke me up some other way, could you?"
"We tried, but you were sleeping pretty hard." Chase said.
"What, were you staying up all night too, Rocky?" Rubble asked. Rocky couldn't help but remember the things transpired between him and Marshall last night, and blushed at the recall.
"I guess you can say that."
"Huh. That's weird. Marshall was up all night too." Skye said as everyone turned to look at him. Feeling eyes on him, Marshall shrugged his shoulders. When he didn't even try to explain his actions, Rubble, Skye, Zuma, and Chase looked at each other, mind wondering. Before anyone could ask what was going on, Ryder came in.
"Morning, pups."
"Morning Ryder!" The pups said, eagerly waiting for their breakfast.
Well, some were.
Marshall couldn't help, but glance out the corner of his eyes, watching a certain German Shepherd. He could trace his physical appearance quite well, eyeing his tail that was wagging happily and could see, in Chase's eyes, that everything in them was just screaming I LOVE MY LIFE!
If you love your life so much, Marshall thought, staring with empty eyes at his bowl as Ryder began to fill it. Then how come you don't love me? How come you don't share some of that with me? Why Skye?
"Marshall? You okay?" Ryder asked. Marshall hesitated, but with a slow, assuring smile, quickly said-
"I'm fine."
"Oh, oh, oh!" Marshall gasped as Chase quickly thrust in. Chase was NOTHING like Rocky. Whereas Rocky would take his time, wanting to explore his lover, Chase likes it hard, rough, and fast.
Of course, that does not mean he wouldn't take the time to find Marshall's pleasure spots. It's just that, now that he knew what Marshall likes, he could attack it with the same type of fire Chase has when doing his job - with intensity.
And Marshall liked that. He liked that a lot.
"More, give me more..." He moaned, spreading his legs wider as Chase kept hitting that spot over and over. Marshall was in heaven, eyes closed as a strip of pink went across his face. He liked the feel of Chase, he liked how Chase had grabbed him, with his claws digging into his skin, and he could feel Chase watching him, amber eyes burning holes into his head, but Marshall knew that Chase was simply gathering information that could be used to a later date.
Like, how Marshall was absolutely shameless whenever Chase bent him down so low, his face touched the ground, for better aim he'd once claimed.
"Ah, ah, aaaah..." Marshall moaned, as Chase thrust in and out of him like a power drill. "Oh Chase..."
"Marshall..."
"Marshall..."
"Marshall..."
"MARSHALL!"
Marshall open his eyes to see Rocky standing there, blushing.
"Rocky?"
"You were moaning in your sleep," The mix-breed hissed, ears flatting. "You also kept repeating the word 'Chase' too! You're lucky that only I was around."
Marshall blushed.
"S-Sorry. I wasn't aware..." He said, causing Rocky to sigh.
"It's okay. Just...be careful. If Chase finds out about your wet dreams...I..." He bit his lip. Marshall didn't need to know what Rocky was going to say, he already knew. "I don't want your friendship to fall apart."
"It's okay, Rocky, but thanks for looking out for me. Same to you with Zuma." At the mention of his crush, Rocky blushed and bit his lip even harder, tears appearing in his eyes. Wincing, Marshall quickly licked away his tears. "Sorry, sorry. With that new girl around, it must be hard on you and I'm being insensitive."
"No more than it is with you having to watch Chase ogle over Skye." Rocky said, and then suddenly, both dogs were sad. It was like a storm cloud had up and decided to rain only on them, and the feelings Marshall and Rocky pushed back were slowly making their way around, suffocating them.
"I know, let's take a walk." Marshall said, smiling at him. Rocky stared back and smiled lightly.
"Okay."
How did it come to this? Marshall thought as he and Rocky walked by a series of houses, not talking to each other, both lost in their thoughts. We were so close. And then, everything just...broke. Skye and Chase dating, Rubble finding interest in Everest, Zuma meeting a girl down at the beach everyday, and Rocky and I... Marshall bit his lip.
We're using each other...because the pups we want...are taken. It was really sad, now that he thought about it. For so long, Marshall had thought Chase would loved him like he loved Skye, because he had been there the longest and thought, somewhere down the road later, Chase would feel the same about him.
Wishful thinking.
Marshall didn't want to hate Skye, but he did. He hated her for being everything he couldn't be to Chase, for stealing the Shepherd away from him, for taking away his love from him. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right, and it tore Marshall apart, thinking he'll never have what he'd truly wanted, what he'd desired to have. Glancing over to Rocky, Marshall frowned when the recycle pup was keeping his head low, but the Dalmatian could still see, and smell, the tears.
Whoever this Sheila was, she was on Marshall's shit list. Without even meeting her, Marshall hated her, simply because Rocky had loved Zuma almost as long as Marshall loved Chase. For this...mystery girl to come and take Rocky's place was a big no-no, especially since she made Rocky cry.
Pausing, Marshall closed his eyes.
Anger, hate, jealously, hurt, rage, and sorrow was slowly chipping away at his heart and the spotted dog couldn't take much more of this. He needed something, he needed...
He needed relief.
Seeing how Rocky was staring at him, the mix-breed came to the same conclusion as well. But what they didn't realize that, Zuma had spotted them and was following as they got off the road.
"More..." Marshall moaned as Rocky pushed inwards once more. Once again, the two were trying to relieve the stress of everything - the stress of not getting with their mates, the stress of the PAW Patrol, the stress of becoming more mature, and the stress of holding on to this sexual relationship, making sure nobody knew about this little shindig.
"Marshall...h-how do you stay so tight, a-after all this times?" Rocky groaned, gripping Marshall tightly around the gut area. Marshall smirked, despite the sorrow in his heart.
"Heh. K-kind of wondering that myself, to be honest." He said, groaning when Rocky pushed in particularly hard. Rocky panted, face flush.
"God! I'm about to-"
"M-me too." Marshall said, looking as though he was getting the best pleasure of his life. For him, it might as well be.
"M-Marshall?"
"Hmm?"
"Kiss me." Rocky said, and he didn't need to be told twice. Lending down, Rocky closed his mouth with Marshall's. If the two were paying attention, they would've heard the soft gasp in the background, a sharp intake that means that somebody's heart was broken. Instead the two were lost in each other, enjoying each other, and when they broke apart, glazed at each other with such admiration, one would think they were in love.
They weren't.
But it's not like Zuma knew that.
"Fuck..." Rocky gasped, spilling his seed inside of Marshall. The Dalmatian gasped just as Rocky laid on top of him once again. "That was good."
"Hmm...Come on, the others might be worried." Marshall said. Rocky groaned.
"Gonna have to wait until our knot gets unstuck." He said. Marshall sighed, shifting slightly as they waited for knot to get smaller.
A/n: Welp, this is going to be a two shot instead. The longest first chapter I ever done and it's broken into parts! (Done that way on purpose). But yeah, this is definitely going to be a two shot.