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Funkita - lmao yes, yes we are. We didn't go far - we just get busy with working and life in general - for example I'm doing laundry right now while I'm posting this chapter, xD I hope you enjoy this chapter as well!


So… your little bro and my little bro had a bit of a scrap today. How's Clawd? You know how I feel about mine, LOL he totes deserved it – Aces

Clawdia glanced down at her iCoffin, it had been going off lately and she'd been too tired and sick to look at it. "I'm sorry baby," she said suddenly, giving Max's leg a rub while they were in the car. "I haven't been much of a good ghoulfriend, have I?"

The car almost came to a halting stop as he pulled it over and put the 4-way lights on faster than she'd ever seen him do before. "Clawdia, what the hell? I mean, you should never be sorry. You are my wife, not my ghoulfriend. I don't even consider you as fiancee which technically you are but in my mind, we're married and we're a family now. Especially now more so." He leaned over and kissed her suavely, placing his hand gently on her slightly protruding baby bump. She was about 1/4th of the way through the pregnancy already.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. She rested her forehead against his and he nuzzled her. "I love you, Max."

"I love you way more, baby. Y'know I do." He cupped her chin and kissed her nose. "Now, who's bugging you and who do I have to fight?"

She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her phone. "So, there's this other wolf pack that we grew up around. The father, Romulus Senior, he's an asshole. Mother's not bad, the siblings are various assholes. Some are sweet. Ace? Ace is a sweetheart, wasn't always but became so with age."

Max gave a nod, "So we like Ace then?"

Clawdia nodded, "Yes. Before I met Viperine Gorgon, Ace was a good friend to me. Romulus Senior tried to force him into taking my hand in marriage. They'd have us hang out all the time, in hopes something would blossom I guess? But Ace and I were just good friends. Like siblings more than lovers, y'know?"

Maximilian did his best to follow along. This was sounding like a movie plot he'd done before… but then again that was how the movie-star experienced most anything… through his movie roles. "Right."

"So he just text me, apparently Clawd and Romulus Junior had a scrap."

Max laughed. "Clawd? Yeah right."

Clawdia showed him the text.

"Huh, I still can't see it though." Max furrowed his brows in confusion, until a picture message came through. "Holy shit!"

Clawdia turned the screen to see it and she nearly dropped the phone. Romulus Junior's lip, nose and face looked extremely roughed up. But… could Clawd have really done it? "If my brother did that, I'm gonna high-five him because he should've had his face punched in years ago."

Max frowned. "Clawd's probably real stressed out. Did he get punished?"

Clawdia froze, she didn't even think about that. "Oh shit… you're right."

"I don't know about you but I'd rather get going home, we'll go out for breakfast tomorrow instead." He reached for her hand.

She intertwined their fingers. "Yes, I'd like to see how everything's going there. If Ma stressed him to the max or not." She had a feeling that's exactly what Scarlet did. She loved her mother, but she could be real tough sometimes. Almost too tough when the situation needed a softer approach. The sooner they got home, the better.

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Deuce couldn't get the pictures of Clawd's tongue licking up the ice cream that had dropped on his fingers out of his mind, how he wished it was his skin the wolf was licking. Deuce let out a small sigh, he just wished Clawd would let them have some alone time. He knew the wolf was worried because he still ached from earlier today, but still he could handle another round with the wolf.

The gorgon slightly glared at the direction the wolf in question was at, how dare he tell him no? Then tease him by just being there in general. This was pure torture, because he knew what the other was capable of. He just had to figure out a way to get the wolf to see past the marks and just give him what they both wanted.

Maybe if he stripped down naked, the wolf would have no other choice then? Deuce wore a devilish smirk, if it had to be done he so would. Clawd Wolf wasn't getting away this easily.

Only thing the was stopping the gorgon, was he was bit nervous that Mr. Where wouldn't show up tonight. Ma had gone shopping and bought all the dramatic arts teacher's favorite drunk snacks. Pops was bouncing around the house, looking so forward in seeing his adoptive brother. It pained Deuce slightly, Mr. Where wouldn't bail. Would he?

The gorgon was pulled out of his thoughts when Clawd came back into the room, with nothing but a towel around his waist. He was shirtless... pantless under the towel and still dripping wet.

The werewolf, however, seemed to be looking for something. He pulled various drawers open and shut them again. He heaved a sigh. How did he have no clothing left?

The gorgon's head perked up, damn that wolf was fine. The gorgon's eyes followed a few water drops that ran down the wolf's abs. "What'cha looking for babe?" Deuce shifted in his spot on the bed, oh what he would give for that towel to go missing at that very moment. He could rip it off the wolf? He pondered the thought - that would get this started a lot sooner.

"Clothing." He opened a few more drawers. "What the hell, man?" If he found out that his siblings were messing with his clothes, he didn't know what he'd do. He growled. "The last time my shit went missing I found my brand new, gorgeous pair of designer shoes, scribbled on with permanent marker. Still don't know who did it. I would've skinned them alive though."

"Well personally I don't mind the view, clothes are overrated." The gorgon couldn't help but chuckle, he knew where some of the wolf's favorite things were hidden. He wasn't ready to inform him yet.

Clawd smirked, Deuce wanted to play a game did he? Well... a game they would play then. "You wouldn't happen to know..." He stepped dangerously close to the gorgon in nothing but his towel. "where they are would you babe?" Clawd leaned down, kissing the shorter's neck softly. He really just wanted to find out where his clothes went, but he supposed he could spare some time to mess around with his favorite guy.

Deuce's breath hitched in his throat, just this simple gesture almost had him giving away his secret. "I can't recall, sorry babe." The gorgon couldn't help but keep his eyes glued to the other.

Clawd lowered the gorgon, laying him down while he made fast work of kissing his cheek, jawline, neck – he unzipped the vest Deuce was wearing at the fastest pace yet. "I think you know exactly where my clothes are... you're just being a jerk." He took the shirt off his gorgon too. He ran his hands up and down Deuce's chest... his fingers tracing over the claw marks. Yikes! "But I know exactly what to do with a jerk like you." He grinned in a cocky manner.

"What if I'm telling the truth though? I honestly don't know what happened. I swear babe." Deuce wouldn't lie, he loved where this was going. Heck if knew that's all it took to get the wolf's attention, he would have hid the clothing long ago.

Clawd narrowed his eyes, now straddling the other. Still the only thing between them being his towel and Deuce's pants. Oh how he hated those right now. "I call bullshit," he told him, slightly grinding his hips down on Deuce. "you're telling the truth right now just as well as you show up to class - which is barely." He grabbed the back of gorgon's neck and pulled him forward as they kissed again.

Part of him didn't want to be so aggressive but the other part of him wanted to shred Deuce apart while they made sweet yet aggressive love. He truly hoped this was a full-moon thing...

Oh so the wolf wanted to play dirty? The gorgon could play the same game - but better. A devilish smirk swept across his face as he parted for air. "Hey your track record isn't that great either, as of late." The gorgon hissed in pleasure when he felt the friction between him and Clawd.

Clawd unfastened Deuce's jeans and tugged at them. They were so caught up in it that Clawd knocked over his lamp and cringed when it hit the floor. "Oops." He stepped off the bed long enough to expose the gorgon before nearly diving on top of him again.

The door opened slightly and the youngest pup stuck his head in. He froze in fear when he saw his brother on top of Deuce, both with a lack of clothes. He shut the door and ran up the basement stairs as fast as his legs would carry him.

Clawnor appeared at the top stairs suddenly with his ears down and looking rather pale. "Mom? Dad!" He called out, racing toward the kitchen where both of his parents were.

"What?!" Scarlet nearly dropped her pan of lasagna.

His fur was on end and everything. "I think Clawd and Deuce might be fighting."

Barkley raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think that?"

Clawnor thought about it. "Well, Clawd said he knew what to do with a jerk like Deuce and then something fell over so I went to see if they were okay and they're wrestling."

"Wrestling?" Barkley inquired, having a feeling where this was going. "Wrestling how?"

Clawnor paled again. "With no clothes."

Scarlet grinned from the kitchen, she wasn't even sure what to say. Clawnor caught Clawd and Deuce in the middle of the most sensual, intimate act ever.

"Buddy, they're not mad at each other or wrestling." Barkley smirked. "Clawnor, when people love one another as much as Deuce and Clawd do-" Just then the doorbell rang. . .

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There wasn't a doorbell that could sneak past the pups of the Wolf residence. Barkley opened the door and nearly tackled his brother, Elliot Where. "My man! It's been so damn long I almost forgot what you looked like." Which was ironic, considering he was speaking to the invisible man.

Elliot returned the hug just as tight. "I've missed you very much, I'm terribly sorry it's been so long."

Barkley smirked, parting the hug. "It's not like I can convince you to skip school anymore."

"Uncle Ellie!" The twins raced around the invisible man and eventually stopped to hug him.

He welcomed them both, and Clawnor, Howleen as well. Clawdeen came upstairs looking rather good. "Hi, Uncle Ellie." she knew that whenever he stepped through this door, he was their Uncle. At school, it had to be kept professional.

"Hello gorgeous," he greeted Clawdeen. "do you always look this fabulous in the evening?" He asked her, eyeing her choice of outfit. She was donned in a black, glimmery halter-dress, accompanied with classic black pumps and her hair had just been let out of its curlers. If Elliot didn't know any better, this she-wolf was ready for a good night, whatever it may entail.

"Of course I do," she narrowed her eyes, grabbing a hoodie out of the front closet. She figured she should probably cover herself if she didn't want questions. "well I'll see you all later-"

"Where, in the world, are you going so quickly?" Elliot asked her, he could clearly see she had some specific plans tonight.

She whined lightly. "To Frankie's."

"I see, and then whereabouts?" He challenged her, sure that might be her first stop... but where was she truly going?

"Uncle Ellie... I have to go. Keep quiet, please?" Her eyes pleaded at him and he sighed. It was always dangerous to look at puppy-eyes.

"Oh alright, go." She hugged him tightly before grabbing her purse and booking it out the door before anyone else could've seen her. Scarlet then entered the living room and smiled warmly upon seeing Mr. Where. "Scarlet, my love."

"Elliot, my strength." She greeted him in return, hugging him just as tight as Barkley did, if not tighter.

Elliot shifted his gaze to the mantle in the living room, he headed over. "Good evening Barklynn, Pawsley, and Sawyer." He touched the marble green urn lightly, his heart aching. What he wouldn't give to see his best mortal friend again.

Deuce nearly ran upstairs, a devilish smile. Sadly, Clawd managed to get most of his clothes back, but there was still a few the gorgon had tucked away. He paused at the very top step when he noticed Mr. Where standing by his father.

"Wow, Clawd's really mad at you, isn't he?" Clawnor walked over to Deuce, nudging the taller's arm and taking note of all the new scratches upon older ones from a couple days ago. "I wish you guys would stop fighting. I couldn't decide between you or Clawd..." his ears flattened.

Barkley shifted his gaze over to the top of the stairs, where the gorgon stood looking like some kind of wayward scratch-post for one angry-ass cat. "Damn, looks like Clawd surely had his way with you."

"Barkley Joseph! Can we not speak in such a way with impressionable ears around?!"

Elliot chuckled and gave Sawyer's urn a rub. "I take my eyes off him momentarily and he's already in shit with the wife. How ever did we keep him out of the dog house back in the day, hmm?"

"Don't worry buddy, things between Clawd and I are good. I promise." The gorgon now regretted not wearing his normal sweater around the house. He kind of forgot it while Clawd sent him for drinks, giving a wolf a chance to change into his clothes. "I think it has something to do with always keeping Pops stocked in beer, uncle." The gorgon stated as he headed towards the kitchen for those drinks.

Elliot could swear he felt his heart swell when Deuce referred to him as family. He wasn't expecting Deuce to do so. "Deuce, my boy... glad to see you're... faring well against the full moon?"

Barkley chuckled. "Well? More like barely, the poor bastard."

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Scarlet wanted to help Deuce patch up some of those love-wounds but she knew there wasn't a point in doing so until this phase of the moon was over with. The night was still young. "How do you feel, sweetie?" She asked Deuce as he filled up 2 big glasses of water. "Thirsty for something other than-"

"What about those impressionable ears now, woman?" Barkley questioned her with a huge grin on his face.

"I'm alright Ma, little sore. I guess that's what you get when you try to hide a wolf's favorite shirt." Deuce pondered that thought, he would have to do it again but maybe not on a full moon.

She rubbed his cheek gently. "Well, dinner will be ready soon. Don't any of you start drinking without food on your stomachs, do you hear me?" Her eyes narrowed as she thought she heard the opening of a beer bottle. "BARKLEY-"

"I was just getting Sawyer one!" Barkley downed some of it, setting it by the mantle. He then emptied it and Elliot shook his head at him. "Damn, Sawyer you were dry weren't you?"

Scarlet narrowed her eyes, "Deuce, can you gather the siblings for dinner while I beat my husband?"

"Yeah baby, I'm down for a good time." Barkley smiled at her.

"Arrgh!" despite the cupboard doors slamming, Barkley knew she wanted him. She always did.