Green eyes narrowed into gold, a smirk form on both of their lips.
"Best two out of thwee?" The Chocolate Lab asked, making Chase snort, cocky.
"Please. You and I both know who will win Zuma, so I don't understand why you even try." He said. Zuma just quirked an eyebrow, tail slowly wagging behind him in an amuse manner.
"Because you like me this way, dude. And, if I don't twy," Zuma moved closer to the German Shepherd's face, nose nearly touching. Chase couldn't help but shiver, excitement coursing through his veins. "You'll pwobably be bowed of me, and would want Mawshall all to youwself."
"As if that'll ever happen." Chase smirked. "To the tree?"
"To the twee."
With that, the two separated and began running towards the only tree in their backyard. The two dogs were focus on winning, their eyes narrowed with a spark of fun being showed in their eyes. Zuma had been close in front for a good while, but Chase quickly caught up to him, and before Zuma knew it, he was tackled from behind by Chase, and two began rolling towards the tree until they reached the stump, Chase on top of Zuma. The Chocolate Lab whined.
"No faiw! I was winning!" He said, struggling underneath the German Shepherd. Chase merely chuckled as he rolled the Lab over, grinning at the playful glare he was receiving. "Cheatew."
"Actually, I think I'm the winner, here," Chase nuzzling underneath Zuma's neck. Not quite ticklish like Marshall was, but the gentle caress did make Zuma squirm just a little. "I got one of my two prizes."
"I didn't know I was a pwize," Zuma deadpanned, only to laugh when Chase kissed him on the lips. "You'we a lovable sap. Don't know how Mawshall puts up with you."
"Funny, considering you never keep your paws to yourself, Zuma." A voice said, and two turned to see their mate standing there, smiling at two. "So I guess the real question is - how do I put up with the both of you?"
"You love us," Chase teased, before getting up and pulling Marshall towards them, smiling when the Dally was in between them. Marshall rolled his eyes as Zuma began planting kisses on his neck, and Chase placed his head on his chest. "Don't pretend you don't like it - you're our uke."
"Ouw sweet, adowable, uke." Zuma said, grinning when Marshall blushed.
"You have been hanging out with Everest again, haven't you? Darn it, Zuma, Chase, I told you I'm not a uke! Whatever that is!" The Dally whined, causing his two mates to chuckle.
"If you don't know what that is, how can you be so suwe you'we not a uke? Pewsonally, I think it suits you." Zuma teased, nuzzling the other side of Marshall's neck. Marshall huffed and looked over at Chase, who was staring at him with adoration in his eyes. Seeing this Marshall blushed, and pouted, only for it to be kissed away by Chase.
"Don't feel bad - Zuma's a uke too." Chase whispered, but Zuma caught it and glared at his mate.
"Says who?!"
"Says me. You'll never top me, Zuma, ever." Chase taunted, smirking when Zuma narrowed his green eyes. While the two argued over who tops who, Marshall sighed and settled himself between them, wanting to take a nap aside of the argument.
Well, Chase was right about one thing - he really did love them. No matter how annoying they could be to each other.