^-^ There just aren't enough Fred/Shaggy fics out there.

Slight warnings beforehand:

There is a lemon in the first half...and for those who don't get it: That means SEX.

Shaggy's family will come into play, as well as Scooby's and Fred's later on.

Googie wasn't a major character except in the movie "Scooby and the Reluctant Werewolf", but she was the one chick who stood out within all of the possible relationships that Shaggy "had". I know Velma was a likely candidate, but come on. Isn't anyone else tired of geek/nerd and jock/beauty queen? Can we shake it up a bit and give us something new? Velma isn't ugly now...she's quite cute if she could stop hiding that body of hers in that oversized orange sweater! The girl has LEGS, and if you saw the dove commerical they had for her, she's got good looks.

But enough ranting. Onward with the story!! ^-^

Oh, and thanks anyone who's managed to find this story. I can't seem to find it where it's supposed to be! :P


Part 2:

Three weeks later:

"Freddie..."

"Mmm?"

"….Freddie…aah…"

He moved his lips from the honey-milk skin, licking the corner of his lips as his hand moved a little lower. Shaggy's skin was always so soft. He loved touching it; loved running his hands up and down the smooth contour that hugged tight muscle to the slender frame that fit so perfectly against him. Two very different pieces of a puzzle that fit like they did was something rare, something to be treasured. Fred loved these moments, and he also loved the sounds coming from the picture before him.

Shaggy was face down on the bed, arms and hands grasping the bedding near his disheveled head. His hands were clenching and unclenching, unsure of what to do when ripples of pleasure shot up his back. He owed that shock to Fred's tender touches, caressing him and keeping him dazed and relaxed. His slender hips were in the air, the tender part of him exposed to Fred's sure sight. He trembled when ghost like wisps of air breathed softly against him, anxiety and excitement keeping him on edge, unsure of what or when something was going to happen.

Fred's hands tenderly but firmly took hold of the smooth ass before him, kneading the firm flesh gently and parting his cheeks a little more. "Mmm…you ready?"

Shaggy breathed out a harsh, "Yes!" and Fred smiled behind him, calming him for what was to come.

It had started out kindly enough, just sitting there on the bed doing nothing, saying nothing; just existing in a comfortable silence. Shaggy had been deep into a book he'd been reading in his spare time, and Fred was lying across the bedding, head in Shaggy's lap and nose deep into his phone. He was texting his editor with some revisions, and he didn't feel like getting on the computer to do them. Shaggy was perfectly content to stay the way they were, but Fred…Fred who was famous for blowing him out of the water with insane comments or suggestions, had that look on his face. That look…the one where he had come up with some cockamamie plan or thought that would land them in a heap of trouble. At least, it looked like that look. Getting a closer glimpse of him, Shaggy saw the flame come to life in those blue irises, darkening them a bit…and stirring fires in Shaggy's belly that had nothing to do with the hot sauce he'd inhaled at dinner.

And then he'd asked it…"You wanna try something new?"

Shaggy didn't know what new meant. New could have meant anything and required them to do something insane. Fred's kiss kept him from questioning it too much, and his pouncing made him realize that they were about to do something different right then and there on the bed.

There wasn't much question when it came to their sex life. It was always good, mind blowing even…and blowing was something Fred LOVED to do. Shaggy thought that it was probably the only extreme thing Fred would do, if one were to consider where they lived and how vanilla the town happened to be, but he was very wrong, very unprepared, and amazed and frightened at the amount of knowledge Fred had picked up in their travels.

Which put them to this moment…the moment where Shaggy's insanely sensitive nipples brushed against the bedding, his breathing hitched and wheezed itself into a loud unfocused and moan that was in awe of the wet slick tongue gently circling his entrance and sliding in agonizingly slow. Fred's moan only heightened the sensation, sending Shaggy into a quivering body of flesh unable to pry itself away from the slick sensation of being eaten alive in the most pleasurable of ways. Cock trapped against his belly, hard and dripping from before, it was a bright colorful shock when after what seemed like forever his cock took on a life of its own and erupted onto the sheets below him.

Fred could feel him when he came, and he didn't have to look to know that Shaggy was in slight shock from such a sensation. It wasn't often someone could come like that, and he sought to do it again…only this time with Shaggy on his back. Shaggy went with the flow and howled in mixed pain and pleasure, everything ten times as sensitive from before. Part of Fred's agenda was to make Shaggy a delirious mess every time they were together, getting him to rise quickly and give into the warm orifice doing its best to milk him dry.

Two slick fingers sliding into his warmth, and Shaggy was a goner.


Twenty minutes later…

Fred wiped the sweat from his eyes and forehead, staring down wildly at his shrinking cock and the mess he'd made not a few seconds ago. Thin fingers slid through the mess on that slick stomach, the chest above it heaving with the effort to come back down from that high he'd sent them slamming into. Fred groaned and sat himself back on his knees, shaking but sated and willing to do it again if Shaggy didn't stop being so damn sexy after being so deliriously…fucked.

"Like…I don't know where that came from…but like…damn!" Shaggy half laughed and half breathed. "Oh god…Freddie… that was…"

"Oh Fuck…" Fred breathed. "Okay…I'm so done…stop being so HOT!"

"Oh…you think I'm hot huh?"

Fred nodded, regaining some of his breath as he moved to collapse on the other side of Shaggy. "Very Hot." He didn't know where all that came from either, but damn it all if it wasn't good. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing, instinctively curling his arms around the body that coiled around him. He thought his heart was going to come flying out of his chest any moment, but what a way to die. Shaggy's kiss swollen lips grazed his shoulder, his hands performing their magic as they rubbed him into butter and left him melted into the bed. That sleepy off handed daze took hold of him and he was drifting in and out of awareness for a few moments.

Shaggy's soft hum brought him out of it, vaguely back into awareness long enough to remember how to breathe without losing it again. Shaggy was smiling dreamily into his shoulder, curled up against him and looking perfectly debauched and ravished. His skin was peppered with love marks, his hair disheveled and out of place, and his body boneless against him, a comfortable weight that made sleep easier to reach. Fred was all for it sleeping after that workout.

"We shouldn't….fall asleep like this…" Shaggy murmured.

Fred snorted tiredly. "I'm too tired to drag my ass in the shower…"

"Like…I know what you mean…I don't think I can walk…"

"And I have done my job."

"Freddie!"

"What?? You know I love you…"

Shaggy closed his eyes and smiled to himself. "I love you too…but you're carrying me out of this bed when we get up tomorrow!"

Fred's soft snore was his only answer. Shaggy kissed his cheek and settled down beside him. Trying new things wasn't so bad…

He just wished that this off feeling would go away soon. He hadn't felt it as intensely before they'd had sex, but now that it was over, the faint feeling of something being wrong was gnawing at him relentlessly. It was almost like when they were about to be killed by someone hell bent on making sure they didn't get away with the evidence. He never liked that feeling, and it was always a sign of something coming his way.

He forced himself to focus on the man holding him, laying his head back down and pushing himself to sleep. There was nothing wrong with him and Fred, and he knew that without a doubt. Whatever it was, he knew it was going to affect them…somehow. Maybe it would be different in the morning. Maybe he wouldn't have these thoughts…

Maybe he would learn to listen to himself and just be cautious.


Morning:

Fred opened his phone and smiled at the text sent to him. It was an image of Sibella and Elsa waving as they took a picture with Rob Patterson. A prior text had shown him Winnie with one of the actors who played a werewolf in the movie…and was oddly enough a werewolf in real life. He knew that those CG effects had to be based on some truth.

"Like…did they send you those pics too?" Shaggy asked.

"Sure did…looks like they had a blast," Fred said. "How long has it been?"

"Um…about three weeks. Is this on right??"

"Yeah. You're okay. You ready?"

"As ready as I'm going to be…"

Fred kissed him on the side of his head, giving him some reassurance. Shaggy gave him a shaky smile, but followed Fred anyway out of the house and into the waiting SUV sitting in the driveway. Scooby was already waiting in the car, head sticking out of the window and telling them in no uncertain terms to hurry up. Fred only jingled the keys in his hand and took his time getting into the waiting vehicle.

As summer had faded into autumn and things had been peaceful in their hometown of Coolsville, their lives hadn't stopped and neither had their plans for the year. Time had slipped by them, and while they were up to date with most of their friends and neighbors, they'd almost forgotten about the annual two week stay up in the mountains for a traditional Thanksgiving celebration. Well, Shaggy had. In his absence it had completely slipped his mind. He'd only been back in Coolsville for a little over a year, and the things they did as teens had slipped away with that time. This was the only thing that couldn't be broken, not when Shaggy's family had called him and demanded that he come.

Of course that was an open invitation to all. Daphne and Velma were going, though they would meet them up there in the mountains. The Mystery Machine, the old and the new one would stay in the garage of Shaggy's house, and they were planning to take Fred's often unused SUV. Fred claimed that it was a gas guzzler, but Shaggy knew it was because Fred didn't like to drive as much when he wasn't on a "case".

Shaggy climbed into the passenger side, settling himself down for the long drive ahead of them. He couldn't keep the small smile from forming when he thought about the tail end of this trip when all was said and done. He was all packed and ready to go, relieved to be moving out of the small place he called home and into the larger house that was Fred's. It was getting harder to go back to his place at times and definitely harder to sleep alone. The last time he'd gone back to his pad, it took him two hours and three glasses of warm milk to knock him out. Even Scooby could feel the difference, and he didn't mind moving out of the familiar setting.

"So...you guys ready to mingle with the families?" Fred asked. The car was already in drive and there was no backing out now. "Huh Scooby?"

Scooby rolled his eyes. "Reah Right…"

"Like…I don't think he's looking forward to any and all possible drooling kids," Shaggy chuckled. "Should I be warned about anything??"

Fred thought about it for a moment. "Not that I can think of…I mean, they know we're coming. I'm not sure who'll be there at the cabins this year, but I think Daphne said that your sister would be there."

"Like I haven't seen her in forever…or her hubby. I know mom and pop will be there…"

"My dad will probably be there…It was nice of Daphne to keep lending out the use of her cabins each year for thanksgiving…although, I don't understand why we have to leave two weeks before!"

Shaggy shrugged, put his hand in the one held out to him, and waited good and proper for the SUV to pull out before panicking rightly. "I can't believe we're doing this!"

"Relax shags. Anyone asks, we'll be truthful…and if they don't oh well."

Right…that was easier said than done. They'd been living in their own private bubble for so long, the issue of family never quite came up. Not until a week ago when Fred had gotten the reminder call from Daphne to get his butt in gear and head up to the mountains for thanksgiving. He was lucky his schedule allowed for such luxuries, but the thought of spending another thanksgiving up there reminded him of Shaggy and how he'd been out the picture for four years prior. Reminding Shaggy about it had been an event…

Calming him down…well, that took some time. Shaggy obviously didn't have any preferences to whatever gender would come his way, but his business was his business and no one thought to ask otherwise. Unfortunately that was null and void when it came to Fred, whom he was dating, and who didn't really care what people thought about him. Shaggy wasn't like that and the possible friction of it all had him panicked for quite a while.

Eventually Fred's smooth talking had gotten to him, and not long after that and breathing into a paper bag did Shaggy actually listen to Fred and hear what he'd been saying.

"Shaggy, we've been best buds since the end of high school…and we've practically moved in with one another already! Who cares? No one. It's just you and me…and you and I have been in the same sentence longer than our love has. We just added another word…and even if something is said, you're still moving in with me…I'm still getting the better part of the deal…and I'd probably die if you abandon me. So…how about a smile?"

He smiled now, albeit nervously, and squeezed the hand in his a little more to ground himself. He didn't know how he let Fred talk him into this stuff!!

"Hey Shags…"

"Hmm?"

"I know where that energy came from last night…"

Shaggy ducked his head in embarrassment, remembering just what happened last night. That 'trying something new' had been an all out marathon that ended somewhere around 2 in the morning. "Oh?"

"Yeah…I forgot we might be in separate rooms."

Well if that didn't take the cake. "Like didn't we have that problem at a certain wedding?"

"Mmm…but I fixed it. I'll fix it again if I have to."

Fred stopped his SUV at a stop sign and took a moment to let Shaggy halfway for a short bumping of their foreheads. It'd probably be one of the few times they could do that without causing a stir. "Promise?" Shaggy asked, nuzzling him a little more. "You promise to fix it?"

Fred kissed those pouting lips and the side of his nose. "Promise."

Scooby rolled his eyes at them. "Roh Rother…roverirds…ro rhe rend. Sheesh…"


Four hours later:

Fred put the car in park and turned off the engine. The finality if of turning off made Shaggy somewhat sick to his stomach. Fred gently pushed his bangs out of his eyes, silently chanting that it was only two weeks, and that they would make it out of here alive. Shaggy wasn't so sure about the alive part, but he could believe it long enough to make sure he had a fighting chance. Scooby yawned and stretched himself out in the backseat, fully awake but not in a hurry to run outside. He could smell the other Doos that were here…and that meant there was a good chance of a feisty grown pup amongst them. He was getting too old for the hyper active nonsense that came with the search for adventure and fun…and he really didn't feel like chasing anyone today. Or being chased.

"Scoob…are you gonna stay here or what?" Fred asked.

Scooby thought about staying right where he was, but in the end climbed out of the car and really stretched himself out. The satisfying pop of several bones had him relaxed, sitting on the ground, and waiting patiently for the eruption.

It happened the moment Fred shut the car door and hefted their bags onto his shoulders. One door opened…and then another…and then the screaming started with the wails of "Oh my god!!" Fred took it easily enough, but poor Shaggy nearly flipped when he saw not one, but several of his family members run out from the mansion sized Cabin and race right for him.

The first to reach him was his father, a burly man who hadn't lost an ounce of muscle in all his years as a police officer. The man could still run, and he could definitely place someone in a bear hug. Shaggy was up in the air and gasping for air, but torn between laughter and prying himself away so he could breathe again. His father eventually put him down, but then his mother hugged the stuffing out of him and bawled into his shirt.

"My baby!! Oh…Shaggy, I'm so glad you're here!!" she cried. "It's been so long since we've seen you!"

"H-hi mom…Um, Like…I'm sorry about the long absence," Shaggy said, hugging his mother as tightly as she hugged him. For a moment there was nothing more than swaying and rocking, hugging each other as if they'd never see one another again. Then his mother pulled away, looked up at him, and kissed his cheeks, rubbed the lipstick off of them, and kissed him again. "Mooooom~~!"

"What? It's just a bit of lipstick…it'll come right off."

"In like…a few hours…and please don't do that thing with the spit and your thumb…"

His mom grinned and hugged him again. "Ooh…I missed my Shaggy so…"

"Missed you too, mom…"

That burly hand clapping his backside was his father's way of saying the same. He really didn't quite understand the logistics of his family and how his father was so different from the rest of the hippies, but family was family in one form or another. Scooby was the next one to be hugged and kissed and fussed over, much to the dog's mixed chagrin and delight.

Shaggy turned, expecting the hugging to have ended, but his sister was in his face and then around his torso squealing in her excitement. "Shaggy~~!!"

"Like, Hi Maggie! It's been a while hasn't it?"

"Understatement of the century!" She pulled away, looking him over once, twice, and then a third time when she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. "You…look so different. Happier…I think. And I love your hair!"

Shaggy absently ran his fingers through it, smiling sheepishly at her. "Like...Things have been good."

"I can see that. The glow of love is all around you! Who is it?!"

"Um...I-ah...let's go into the cabin, shall we? Like, it's chilly out here!"

She knew when she was being avoided, but Maggie said nothing and dragged him alongside her into the cabin. At least, that's where they were headed until Daphne and Velma came out the cabin waving. Fred walked past Shaggy and Maggie, arms full of bags and Scooby carrying whatever was left in his teeth. He winked as he headed for the cabin, having overheard Maggie's inquiries about his love life and who was in it. Shaggy sighed to himself. This was going to get interesting.

The girls kept waving, and Shaggy waved back…but they put up both hands and waved. That was code for something was amiss. Fred stopped three steps short of the stairs leading up to the door where blessed heat and the smell of hot cocoa was waiting. He could see the strained smile on Daphne's face, and the watered down smile on Velma's. It wasn't a sign of anything GOOD.

"Do I WANT to know?" he asked.

"Um…it's not our fault," Daphne laughed nervously. "Really, it's not."

"Okay….that either means someone else is here…or someone did something bad…which is it?"

"The first one," Velma said weakly. "Um…she surprised us…"

"She?? She who?!"

The girls descended the stairs, avoiding the approaching footsteps headed for the door. It could have been anyone, but there was a good chance that it was the unexpected guest. The rest of their families would come on their own and would arrive days before the big thanksgiving event, and by the looks of it, whoever this person was made it hard on Daphne to say what she wanted to say. Fred looked at her, and then at the open doorway.

He dropped the bags in his hands.

She poked her head outside, looking to the left and the right. Short locks of blonde shook as she shivered, stepping into the brisk air of November out here in the woods. It was hard not to know who she was; her bubbly nature was something no one could forget or not see when she smiled, albeit a bit brokenly when she looked down at the rest of them. She waved a bit, and the girls waved back. Fred frowned. Shaggy felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach alongside with his appetite.

"Googie?!" Shaggy cried. "Is…is that you?!"

"The one and only," she said. "I've been looking for you…"

Shaggy could only dread the reasons why. Fred wasn't looking at him. He was staring at her and she was staring at him as if a war had been declared on the battlefield of his heart. Yet, she didn't know about them, and Shaggy wasn't about to relay anything about his relationship with Fred if he didn't have to. Especially to her. That was grounds for asking for fireworks.

Scooby watched the beginning of the drama unfold and sighed to himself. He knew things had been off, but he never would have imagined this.


Before you all scream "How could Shaggy not have seen his parents in all that time! They live in the same town!!", we'll get to that in the next chapter.

No, Fred is not going to pounce Shaggy in front of Googie and scream "MINE!"

And...I think a side story about Fred and Red Herring is in order. We'll see. More in a moment. :)