Boredom is my weakness.
Ivan dried his guest. He walked out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom. The fox's clothes, they, he had thrown into the washing machine.
"Hey, can I have my clothes back or somethin'? I'm naked." he said loudly enough to catch the hare's attention. Minutes later, Ivan came back with two sets of fresh clothes.
"They were awfully wet and dirty. You can borrow mine. I'm sure they suit you." Handed a set of hare smelling clothes, the fox smiled inside of himself. He began salivating. Secretly, he loved the smell of the other animal, because he smelled of food. Delicious food.
They sat in the kitchen, at the table. A faint smell of the bad soup lingered in the room. Another complaining sound made its way through to break the silence once more.
"You said you are hungry? You can have a bowl of my vegetable soup. Interested?" Asked Ivan. The fox frowned but kept silent with insults. 'I would rather not eat thrash like that. Awful food, these gnawers eat.'
"Yes, thank you. I want to try it. Honestly I think it sounds delicious." The hare's eyes lit up. He smiled softly and muttered shyly.
"Great..!" He handed his guest a bowl and suddenly remembered something important. He hadn't asked for a name for the cute fox yet.
"What's your name? Please tell me your story. Who injured you," Ivan asked carefully, in case it was a difficult matter. A flash of something described as desperation blurred past his guest's eyes. He dropped the spoon he held and quickly got to his feet. Running off to upstairs, he left the hare confused. The long eared animal frowned and went after him. "Mr. Fox?" He asked.
A few sniffles echoed between the walls. "Hello?" The sound of crying led him to the deepest corner of the attic, behind the pipe. 'Is this a trap,' Ivan asked himself. The curled up form of his guest sitting could fool anyone. 'Maybe he will jump me when I come too close. Let me take that chance.' He patted the fox's head carefully and whispered into his ear,
"Did you maybe want to forget? It's okay if you don't want to to tell me." He looked up into Ivan's face and smiled slightly. Locking his arms around his neck, he pulled the hare down to sit down with him.
"No I'm okay... I just remembered something bad." He leaned his head on the other's shoulder. Slowly, he began talking.
"My name is Alfred Jones. I was born twenty-one years ago. My mother raised me until I turned nineteen. Since then, I lived alone. A I fell in love with a nice fellow fox. He and I managed to get around until I realized something very shameful. He left me after I told him I couldn't hunt anymore. I'm often hungry so my stomach growls when I try to sneak up on lower preys. I jumped at you because I've gone long without proper food. I might want to eat you again. I'm hopeless." Alfred sniffled lightly as Ivan magically made a handkerchief appear out of thin air. He gave it to the fox and let him blow his nose with it.
"Then I'm Ivan Braginski. You may not be as hopeless as you think. You can stay with me if you wish to or at least promise to not eat me."
"Thank you Ivan!" Alfred swung his arms around him and giggled joyfully. "I promise on the grave of my probably dead mother, I will not eat someone as nice as you." 'But, I have to sniff your clothes!' Ivan stood up and lifted the happy fox with him. He steered against the staircase.
"Let's head down and eat up your portion. We can talk and sort out problems tomorrow."
They walked against the bedroom. Alfred gazed at Ivan, trying to make out what troubled him so much. He hadn't talked to him in the past ten minutes at all. He gripped the hare's shoulder and stopped him forcefully.
"Tell me what's troubling you," he stated calmly. Alfred saw how red Ivan became. He gasped for air like a fish at land.
"I've..." he mumbled and hid his face in his hands. "I've only got one bed we'll be sharing, and I'veneversleptnexttoanyonebutmymother!" The last sentence just jumped into one unintelligent word. He was too embarrassed to admit it.
"Huh?" The fox stared at him, waiting for him to say it again, just a little slower so he could understand. Ivan swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and said it again.
"I've never slept next to anyone but my mother." He sent a death glare to Alfred, who was grinning confidently at him. The golden fox showed him a thumbs up.
"We'll be fine, because I've got plenty of experience! Let's see... My mother, little brother and ex lover!" He counted people on his left hand as he spoke.
"Shut up and sleep," Ivan whispered and dragged him to the bedroom.
Somehow, the two animals managed to make enough space for another. Ivan closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
"I love you," Alfred whispered. The hare almost choked on his own saliva. He pushed the fox against the wall, away from himself. Ready to protect his dignity, he spoke up.
"Oh no. You have to date me if you want to speak the language of..." he pointed discreetly against the neighbor's house where loud, sexy moaning escaped out the windows. "Them," he finished awkwardly and pressed his lips together nervously.
"Whatever, good night," Alfred purred carelessly and pried off the hands at his back. He turned around to face Ivan, and tired limbs tangled themselves in each other like it had happened a thousand times before.
Alfred came to his senses. 'Why is it so warm?' He thought back on the events that happened before he decided to lay down and sleep. Blurry images danced in his mind, not helping him at all. A shower and... a very edible hare promising him food and shelter. He laid down and breathed in the wonderful smell of hare. 'Soon my smell will rub off on him and nobody but I can care the most for him. Ha ha hahaha.' He pulled the cover off them and snuggled close to him. Sleep drifted off with him again as he closed his eyes.
Ivan sat quickly up and tried to calm his heavy breathing. How hellish hot the bed had become! When he'd lived alone, it hadn't been like that. Panicking, he tried to pry off his sweaty shirt and pants. He woke up Alfred by the time he was finished. The light blond haired animal got the fox pinning him down before he could react. An shameful tongue licked his cheek. Ivan's pupils became smaller and smaller with shock. 'Too much! I can't-!'
"That is disgusting! Eww!" The disgusted hare kneed the fox automatically in the crotch, or, at least wanted to. Alfred sat on his legs, not in danger of gaining such a great pain.
The blue eyed animal gathered Ivan's wrists in his left hand and sneaked his right hand over one of his nipples and squeezed it. "Hnng-!" 'Damn that strength!' The hare bit his lower lip to keep his moans from escaping. "I order you to stop!" He said through grit teeth.
"No, Mr. Braginski." Laughed Alfred. He didn't act as smug as he fell forward because of the legs he sat on pushed him forward. "Uwah," he yelped. Ivan turned him around and got on top. His cold and strict eyes turned down to stare on the fox.
"You sicken me," he spat on the other animal's face and got up.
Snatching up a key on the nightstand, Ivan left the room. A metallic click, audible to Alfred's ears came from the door shortly afterwards. "Stay here. I'm getting breakfast," Ivan said through the hard wood of the door.
"I'm going as well." Tried Alfred. "I'm gonna faint if I don't eat anything soon!" Ivan coughed outside the door to properly get all of the fox's attention.
"Rude predator, I opened my home for you. If you're not going to treat me properly with respect like a civilized animal, I would rather not either. You are going nowhere. I shall bring you breakfast soon if you promise not to molest me anytime. Behave." Steps walked away from the door, most probably to the kitchen.
Alfred flushed all his pride down the toilet and shouted.
"Noo..! Come back Ivan, I'll act nice! It's too lonely in here!" Nobody answered, and nobody will, until dinnertime passed by.
The smell of pancakes caught Alfred's attention. His stomach growled, not okay with the situation at all. The fox wasn't okay with it as well. 'Like, who the hell invites a person into his house only to lock them into a room and starve them? Surely, Ivan must be a gay sado-machoist. No doubt about it. He's soooo mean.' He turned around and saw the door open. Ivan came inside, pointed to the clothes on the floor and spoke.
"Clothe yourself, we have to talk seriously."
After Alfred had finished clothing himself, he was told to sit down on the bed. So he did. The hare crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. "Do you promise, on the grave of your mother, that you won't touch me in suggestive ways unless I say it's okay? A hug now and then may be fine, but not like you did this morning. That's wrong if we're not boyfriends, and we're not in a relationship like that."
Alfred pouted and turned his back to the other animal. Ivan tried to make him face himself, but the fox sure was stubborn.
"Stupid hare! I do whatever I want!" He ran up from the hare's grip and outside to the streets. He didn't come back. 'Maybe I was too harsh?' The hare asked himself. He sat down on the bed and sighted.
Five hours passed and Ivan decided that he needed to take action.
"If I take him home... and apologize, maybe he will forgive me then?" He asked his psychologist. He sat in a chair in front of the expert. The old dog hummed and stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"Yes, that must be it. Say some nice words as well, if it's a opportunity to say it. Go and find him if you wish to win his heart back!" The air in the room was lifted nicely with those words. Ivan sprang to his feet without a second thought.
"Yes, I must go and try it out! Thank you very much!" With that, he ran out of the building, his pink scarf and long ears dangling behind him beautifully in the wind.
When he found Alfred, he was more than shocked. The fox was leaning over a bloody corpse, eating freely from it. His face was covered in blood, and more blood stained the borrowed clothes he wore.
"You killed them, didn't you." The harsh words made Alfred jump.
"W-what are you doing here?!" He backed away from Ivan's threatening scowl.
"Actually, I'm here to pick you up, but now I'm not so sure about that anymore. I'm thinking of leaving you on the streets."
Alfred jumped forward at him and reached out his arms to catch his feet. Ivan stepped back, thinking it was dangerous to remain calm. Still, his right foot was caught by the fox's arms. Alfred clutched his pant leg. The desperate look in his eyes almost scared the lower prey.
"B-but I didn't get breakfast or dinner. I cannot change who I am! Don't leave me, please?"
Ivan pried off the bloody hands at his leg and looked at him with hard violet eyes.
"I'm still angry with you for everything you've done. Take this as a goodbye present, but take care of it because it's something that means a lot to me. My sister gave it to me at my birthday, and now ...it belongs to you." Ivan untangled his pink scarf and wrapped it around Alfred's throat. "Bye," he said. After a few steps he turned around with a frown on his face. "Please do not come back crying to me. I've learnt that it's best for me and you to live separated." He finished talking and walked down the road to his house.
As he walked, teardrops fell from the corners of his eyes. "How can this be," the tall hare asked himself, very confused about his body's reaction. Sometimes, he couldn't understand his own body language. But that was yet for it to know and him to find out.
Alfred dried his teary eyes and walked away from the corpse of a goat. She'd not tasted very good, even worse with his heavy heart banging and making a fuss inside his chest. He couldn't go back to Ivan anymore. He was unwelcome there and it would turn very bad if he tried. 'I guess I'm on my own from here...'
He walked into a alley and slid down between thrash cans. 'This is going to be my life, I suppose. Of course I'll treasure it, idiot. Because it belonged to you...' Alfred smiled sadly to himself and tightened the scarf around his throat. Closing his eyes, the fox was thrown harshly into a nightmare.
He and Ivan danced calmly to nice, slow music. Suddenly, Ivan's face was replaced by the dead goat's. Alfred screamed and fell into a pool of blood.
"I would never eat someone as nice as you," the goat's female voice screamed inside his head. "I love you, ALFRED!" His own words were used against him as he drowned in blood.
Alfred woke up quickly from his nightmare. Morning light poured in the windows, blinding the fox. 'I do not feel well,' he thought and groaned. He felt metal under his frame. Wondering what's up, Alfred opened his eyes but didn't believe what he saw. 'A cage. I'm fucking sitting in a cage.'
Two robust, aggressive-looking guard dogs came against him. The toughest one had a map of papers with him. He spit out his piece of tobacco on the floor and spoke.
"Alfred Jones. Guilty of murder on a harmless goat, Mari Jensen. You're a filthy little shit, aren't you."
everybody, included the author, let's hope next chapter soon comes, because I'm smelling angst on the papers.
-MobileWriter