Playing Between Friends - FanFic

“Honestly, young man,” his mother began, her contempt for her only child evident despite the soft voice in which she was speaking right then as she slightly wrinkled her dark brown nose while looking him up and down with undisguised contempt. “It would make me so happy if you actually dressed like you weren’t some wayward ragamuffin that just wandered in off the street when we invite you here.”

It took everything within Marco to keep from rolling his eyes as he looked down at the dame that had birthed him. “Yes, Mother.” He replied before licking the golden lip ring on the left side of his muzzle; the warm metal heated a path along the edge of his tongue as he tried to hold back what he really wanted to say.

“Don’t take that tone with me, Marco.” A sudden flash of instilled submissions flared within the muscular Doberman’s mind, as years of psychological training, or trauma, according to the college grad therapists he had gone to speak with while studying at his preppy, upscale university, attempted to assert itself within his psyche to make him fold back his tapered ears and then bow his head in submission; however, a familiar voice, warm and heavy with the weight of country affection, quietly whispered within his mind that he didn’t have to listen to this bitch.

That he was his own man now, forged by years of college life far enough away from her and her controlling temper that his deference only needed to be verbal in order to keep the peace.

“Mom,” Marco began coolly, his voice dropping somewhat, thus making the older canine pull back some as he reached down to grab his waist with a well-manicured hand while pushing out his hip in an assertive manner. “I am not taking any tone with you that’s not respectful; you and I both know that, as this isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation.”

Pride soared within Marco’s soul as he watched his dame recoil at the realization that her demeaning tactic would not work on him, at least before she schooled her weathered features from where they were starting to dip into an unexpected frown.

“Yes, we have, and I still think what I think on the subject.” She finished while pulling her arms up to fold them over her chest in a familiar manner of defensiveness. It was sad that the younger Doberman knew that she often only did so whenever she was losing an argument, especially with someone who she, at least subconsciously, knew was a peer or higher in status than herself.

“And so do I,” Marco began while leaning forward just a touch to emphasize his position in the matter.

The several inches of height that the younger Doberman had over his dame made it so easy for him to want to say something rather...unpleasant to the stuffy bitch, but his respect and love for his mother, despite her tried and tested method of psychological control, kept his muzzle locked tight, even as the glowering flame of indignation that was burning within the depths of his honey- brown eyes threatened to scorch their relationship to a crisp.

“You know that I prefer to dress like this if I’m not going out to one of those bor... bothersome social functions that you and Dad still pretend that you actually enjoy.” Marco silently patted himself on the back for catching himself, as it was so easy to speak his mind more often than not these days, seeing as he didn’t live under the unwelcoming roof of the pair of canines that had brought him into this life. “And considering how long I am going to be here, I am going to be as comfortable as I can be during this time.”

“Those events are fun enough,” the older Doberman replied automatically, which made sense, seeing as she had been performing her function as socialite to the family name ever since she was younger than Marco was now. It honestly made the younger canine rather sad to realize just how trapped she was by her enforced conditioning by his grandparents, who were much more strict than she could have ever been with him, but Marco pushed aside that notion.

Because to allow her leeway into his emotional boundaries would see him being forced upon by her insufferable will, and he had worked too hard with Levy to break down all of the years of psychological anguish thrust upon his young mind to allow for that to happen.

He was his own dog after all, and nothing would change that.

“They also are how we keep connections with those of great influence, Marco,” the older Doberman began in a familiar manner, which had the younger canine sucking his fangs in frustration. “which you will need once you finish your business of working in that...quaint little sweatshop downtown, which hopefully will be sooner rather than later, as you only have several more years before you turn thirty and finally start your own family.”

Marco felt the urge to growl suddenly overtake him, but he resisted the urge to do so through sheer force of will by clenching his fingers deep into the palm of his dark brown hands, as the clear insult to his place of work was a stain upon the sense of self-satisfaction that he had built up after finally graduating from college.

Marco had worked damned hard to get where he was now, his fight to find out who he was away from his parent’s money and influence being a long journey that he had stumbled through time and again, sometimes on his best friend’s dorm couch when the weight of his insecurity got the best of him. Thankfully he had reached the end of said journey after actually earning the right to be employed someplace other than where his parents preferred, which was a stuffy office in a high-rise downtown. Well, maybe the midsection, as Levy liked to say, seeing as he was still the ‘newbie’ within the place, despite his degree and his popularity amongst those who worked out at the fitness center in question, and so had a long way to go before he could actually say that who he was now was who he was meant to be.

“I like working at the gym downtown, Mother,” Marco hissed while slightly wrinkling his teeth. “I can actually help people to better themselves over there, unlike what you and Dad do, where you...”

It was the hurt look that made Marco instantly stop talking, as it wasn’t often for his mother to look distressed, but when she did, it hurt him in a visceral way to see her as such.

Closing his mouth, both Dobermans stood in awkward silence as the weight of their respective positions radiated from their spirits strong enough to make physical

Tension rose between the two of them, as neither would budge on the matter in question.

Thankfully, the doorbell rang several seconds as the two were beginning to shuffle in that nervous manner that only canines who were filled with too much emotion tended to do.

Turning, Marco walked over and around his mother to answer the melodic call, seeing as the house butler was off on vacation this week, the main reason that he was here within the family manor in the first place.

Upon grabbing the old brass handle and then folding the catch, the muscular

Doberman pulled back the oak wood hard enough to make the wood swing wide and then poked his hairless head out.

His honey brown eyes immediately lit up like fireworks being set off within the night as he looked down to see a familiar face staring back up at him. Instinct sent him rushing forward to grab the other, as ancient canine impulses demanded that he tackle the newcomer to the ground and then assert himself over the other. Fortunately for the individual on the outside of the house, they were used to over two hundred pounds of dog charging at them, and so they were able to hold strong by placing their left foot backwards as a brace as Marco meshed into their front.

“Levy!” Marco literally barked his best friend’s name as he nuzzled and licked the spiky blonde hair atop the chuckling rabbit’s head. “I’m glad you made it.” His bob of a tail emphasized this more than his words, as the cropped nub was wagging a mile a minute.

Looking up just in time to see a familiar rusty, dark blue pickup truck drive off down the long and winding driveway, the Doberman nodded when he noticed a wide, dark brown hand wave out the driver’s side window and threw his own hand out in response to the person who had brought his best friend all the way out here to him.

“Nice to know your uncle took time off from working on his orchard to bring you out here.” Having met the older hare and been humiliated by him time and again for being a ‘city boy’ with more money than muscle in that affable manner that only someone who liked another could make possible, Marco had found himself deeply respecting the older anthropomorph for taking care of his only nephew despite his personal responsibilities tying him down to his country estate.

“You know that Ralph wouldn’t let me catch the bus all the way out here.” Marco nodded as he thought about this and how it still weirded him somewhat to hear his best friend call his father figure by his first name with such a casual air, despite knowing that the older Hare had wanted his nephew to do so. “Besides, him doing so meant that I could work out before I came here, and I know how much you enjoy it when I smell like hard work, Marco.”

The Doberman growled while nodding his head at the statement as he breathed in the unwashed scent of the white rabbit.

In all honesty, he loved the way his best friend smelled, enough so that it caused his dick to twitch whenever he caught wind of the other after a long day of physical labor. His more primitive instincts whispered to him to take the other’s throat inside of his jaws and then squeeze down until the rabbit was squealing in pleasurable submission before his canine might, but Marco resisted the urge.

Now was not the time for such a thing.

“Ohh, I think you really like how I smell right now, don’t you?” Levy asked while reaching down to grab his bestie by the crotch hard enough to make him flutter his hips forward. ”

“Damn right, you little slut.” The Doberman growled while leaning forward to bury more of his jet-black nose into the scalp of his prey.

Shaking that thought aside, Marco moved his muzzle around so that he could kiss the other, his tongue hungry for the taste of the inside of his best friend’s hot maw, but stopped when the white rabbit leaned to the side. This was a telling sign that such a happening was not okay at the moment, which was odd since Levy was always down to share his breath with him, until the Doberman suddenly remembered where he was and who was behind him upon hearing his mother let out an unflattering cough.

His excitement at his dame’s presence slowly soured until it became actual irritation, but he stamped down his rising aggravation before it could completely ruin the moment.

Feeling Levy reach up to rub his chest, making patterned circles as he did so, Marco’s dipping muzzle slowly rose back up into a playful smile.

His best friend always knew how to make him feel better, even when he didn’t want to be.

Before the lapine could say anything to quietly comfort him, he was being herded into the house by the Doberman, who was now sniffing at his pale white throat.

“Hahah, I’m glad to see you, too, Marco.” Which was true, as Levy, unlike the Doberman’s parents, was sincere in their adoration and compliments, something that the slightly older canine appreciated now more than ever. “Though, dude, your mom is glaring at me right now.”

Freezing, Marco stopped his tongue from running along the length of the white rabbit’s downy soft throat, as his desire for the other was getting out of control, though this was usual for him given their current relationship status. Forcing such demanding notions away, the Doberman found himself growling slightly as he turned to regard his mother. While shaking his head, Marco saw that she was indeed glaring at the country bumpkin-looking bunny, her dark brown eyes needling him in place there within the manor hall as though he were an unwanted bug infiltrating the house, causing him to fidget just a touch.

Marco instantly put himself between the two, his broad shoulders puffing up slightly as his nub of a tail raised in an unseen show of aggression.

“Mom, Levy’s here.” Marco said it rather lamely, but it was all he could muster that would have been considered polite at the moment.

“Yes, dear, I can see that.” She replied with a honey-sweet tone that was laced with enough venom to make the rabbit nervously chuckle. “It’s nice to see you here again, young man.”

“Thank you, Ms. Cartwright.” Levy bobbed his shaggy blonde head, even though his view was obscured by the taller Doberman still protectively guarding him from view. “I hope you don’t mind me being here. I know it is so sudden and all for me to come over, but I didn’t want Marco to be alone while you guys were away.” The white rabbit rambled slightly; he never did have much in the way of social grace when it came to people of such high status as the female Doberman, especially when they pressed their disappointment against his psyche.

“It’s fine,” she chuckled with no mirth anywhere near her voice. “You are one of Marco’s better friends, and so I can trust that you will behave yourself while here, unlike certain other individuals my son chooses to associate himself with.”

The younger Doberman snorted at this but said nothing on the matter. Instead, he swiftly moved the conversation on: “How long will it be before Dad gets back?”

“He should be here before long.” Turning to look at one of the antique wall clocks, the older canine studied the gold-filled hands as she mentally calculated the difference in time between now and when her husband would arrive home.

“Right, well, Levy is going to help me clean up around here, so don’t mind us.” Marco finished by reaching back to grab the rabbit. That his fingers wrapped themselves around something heavy and firm, which caused the lapine to gasp, made him freeze in place before he quickly took hold of the other’s surprisingly firm hand and then pulled him forward.

Marco’s mother had no time to form a rebuttal before the pair was flying past her down the hall. Turning, she watched her son shepherd the rabbit into the kitchen, her eyes lasering into Levy’s back hard enough to burn a hole through the crimson shirt that he had chosen to wear today just as her nose caught wind of the other’s pungent musk.

Nothing more happened between the three of them, as the older Doberman chose to avoid the downstairs area entirely. This suited Marco just fine, because when not scrubbing down one of the dishes that Levy was washing, he was happily thrusting himself into the bunny’s backside from where he was standing behind his best friend. Though to be fair to the Doberman, he was only doing so because his Levy was impishly massaging his gold-short-covered groin with his hefty rump.

The urge to grab the white rabbit by the back of his throat and then drag him over to the kitchen island, which they had just cleaned off, echoed within the back of Marco’s mind like a curse. That was just how strong his need was right then, but he held off. And not just because his mother was still prowling around upstairs, nor because his father would soon be home and thus could catch them in the middle of an act that he had long since stated was ‘debased’ and ‘deplorable’ for men to indulge in, but because he wanted to wait. Wait until the insufferable duo were gone to wherever they were going across the ocean so that he could then do every disgustingly debaucherous thing his perverted little imagination could conjure up unto his best friend’s athletic body.

It had been a month since they had been able to be together, their schedules constantly misaligning, thus preventing the pair from spending any intimate alone time together, seeing as Levy was working on his graduate thesis, while Marco was taking on more clients at the gym who wanted him as their personal trainer. It made the Doberman laugh whenever he thought about how far he had come, both from where he had been when studying sports medicine and his relationship with his best friend, as he would have never been able to become as assertive as he was now if it weren’t for Levy.

“Thank you.” He whispered into the other’s elongated ears while licking the outside shell of the left appendage in a possessive manner.

“Hey, no problem, dude,” Levy chuckled while grinding the split of his cloth- covered ass against the hardening pole, which was throbbing in demand to pierce the hole in between the white rabbit’s cheeks. “You know that I like helping you out as much as I can.”

“I know, and that’s not what I mean, but I appreciate it all the same.” Marco reached around to fold the slightly shorter anthropomorph into his all- encompassing embrace.

A moment of silence spread out around the pair before Levy chose to ask the obvious.

“What did you mean then?” The white rabbit asked, his body frozen in place from where he was about to put away the last plate that he had just finished drying.

“I mean for everything,” Marco muttered into his best friend’s right ear as he slid his now wet muzzle over to tongue at the other organ. “You have done so much for me throughout all the years that I can’t ever repay you for all the time and energy you spent helping me to get to this point.”

Silence rang out within the kitchen once again, save for Marco’s restless licking of his bunny companion.

“You know that I’d do anything for you, dude.” Levy admitted with more emotion than he wanted, his mental defenses completely shut down at the moment, given the physical stimulation that he was feeling, not to mention the emotional weight of the almost two-and-a-half-decade-long responsibility that was just now

being acknowledged.

“I know,” Hugging the other even tighter, Marco snickered as he listened to Levy gasp in both shock and need as he suddenly thrust his cock as hard as he could against the rump, which he was going to claim soon enough. “Which is why I can’t wait for Dad to get here, because once he and Mom are gone, I’m going to breed you like you deserve to be bred, slut.” Growling against the side of the lapine’s throat, Levy rolled his spiky blonde head back in absolute submission as he gave into the verbal dominance of his bestie.

“What about Allia?” Levy asked, as despite being lost within the storm of lust that he was feeling, he had to know where he stood with the competition, as it were.

“Alicia and I are on the fence right now,” Marco admitted, though with much less reservation than he had thought he might have felt for his girlfriend. “since she says that I’m working too much for a real relationship to work between the two of us.” That had not been a thrilling revelation to be told about, seeing as Marco had been courting the German shepherd ever since they had graduated college together, and even though they had never taken their intimacy beyond the kissing stage and dinner dates, the Doberman had been sure that things were progressing further along than they were, but apparently not.

“Well, you know that I’ll always be here when you need me, dude.” Levy was thankful that his hair covered his eyes right now, because he was sure that his blue orbs were glittering with petulant delight at the thought of that bitch not having her way with his mate.

Marco was his, after all, and he wasn’t about to lose him to some dame that was only going to end up using him for his money.

He honestly wished that he could just get rid of her entirely but quickly stamped down on such a notion, as the last thing he wanted was to come off as some kind of possessive weirdo. Also, he didn’t want to hurt his bestie by trying to force a wedge between him and the girl that he was lusting over, at least not a physical one. Instead, he let Marco’s boiling need do the job for him, as every time that the German shepherd failed to put out for him, the Doberman would find himself coming to sate his bestial lust inside of his tight, white ass more and more until, hopefully, the other would see that he preferred needy rabbit ass to indifferent bitch twat.

Yes, he had issues; the college therapist he was seeing had told him as much, but damn it, he really cared for Bestie, but crossing that final boundary from friends with benefits to lovers was a move that only Marco could make, as he had a lot he could lose from doing as such, and Levy wouldn’t take anything away from him in that regard. Yet, that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t stack the deck in his favor, especially since the Doberman’s parents were going to be gone for a full week.

“And fortunately for the two of us, we’ve got a large house all to ourselves for the next several days, so I can prove just how much I mean that.” Levy whispered before leaning his head to the side to kiss Marco on the muzzle.

It was a miracle that Levy was still able to walk by the time Marco’s father got home, because with all the teasing that the white rabbit was initiating, the Doberman’s hormones were raging to the point where he was literally dripping inside of his crimson shorts as he walked about the house, stinking up the place with his musky funk.

“I’m trusting you to take care of our home while we’re away, Marco.” The Doberman’s father spoke in a tone of voice that could melt rocks from the heavy amount of bass that was laced within his throat. “Don’t disappoint me by failing to live up to my expectations.”

The younger canine’s lips twitched in annoyance, but he simply nodded instead of releasing the rather smartass remark that was coloring the edge of his lips.

Helping his temper was the fact that Levy was standing in front of him, blocking his inflated crotch from view, even as the white rabbit tickled the edge of its throbbing length with his calloused fingers, the fucking tease.

“Speak.” The older Doberman commanded as his black nose wrinkled slightly.

“Yes, Dad,” Marco replied as he fought to keep control of his lust and aggravation. “I can do something as simple as clean up this place while the two of you are gone overseas; it’s not hard.”

Marco’s father let out a warning growl that made the younger canine want to issue his in return, but he resisted from doing so, and not because the other man stood over him about an inch, nor because he was still larger than Marco was, despite the latter’s constant working out. In truth, the younger Doberman didn’t want to ruin what he could have here with Levy this week, and specifically today, not with how hot his blood was boiling with the need to mount his devious little bitch. “See that you do, with all the dedication that you can, because if this place is not cleaned to my satisfaction once I return, you and I will be having a long talk afterwards.”

“I understand.” Marco sharply bobbed his head, an acquiescence more than submission, as he was almost at the point of wanting to tell the other canine how he really felt about his ‘talks,’ seeing as he didn’t live under his roof and thus didn’t need his disapproval in his life.

“Good.” Turning to focus his gaze on Levy, the older Doberman softened his vision as he noticed how the white rabbit’s hands were tucked neatly behind his backside. That Levy was able to continue toying with Marco while smiling sincerely at the alpha of the house amused the bunny to no end, as despite smelling what he thought that he did, without proof of action the older Doberman had to believe in the charade that the white rabbit had long since presented to him, thus giving Levy power over all members of the family, in a manner of speaking. “See that Marco does his utmost around here, Levy.”

“Yes, sir.” The rabbit hopped in excitement, squeezing Marco’s gooey hard-on as he did so while rolling his thumb over the crowned head hard enough to make the younger Doberman hike his hips forward just a touch. “I promise that I will bring out the best in him every day that I can while he’s here; you can trust me on that.”

Bobbing his head, the older Doberman turned to look at his wife, who was standing with her hands on her hips, her right foot tapping the carpet in an expression of undisguised hurry, before speaking once more. “Let’s be off.”

The female Doberman didn’t say anything; she simply turned and walked for the door, her steps moving in quiet haste, despite the fact that their flight wasn’t for another three hours.

Walking behind the pair as they walked down the hall and then out of the mansion’s front door, their suitcases having already been taken to the rental car that they had chosen to order, Marco and Levy watched as the pair were driven off down the empty street at the end of the rather long driveway with a mix of relief and annoyance before they returned inside.

Once they did, though, Marco slammed the door shut and then forcefully grabbed his best friend by his shirt before drilling him into the oak wood. “You little bitch,” Marco growled, but not with anger but instead undisguised desire as he narrowed his honey brown gaze onto his smiling best friend. “Do you have any idea how close I was to letting out a load there in front of the two of them?!”

“Yes.” Levy answered teasingly. “I know that it was rather hard for you not to, but maybe I can make that up for you?”

“Oh, you will.” Marco snarled, his eyes now burning with all the repressed heat that he had been holding back, which made his honey brown orbs darken to an almost sinister black coloration. “You’re going to make it up to me every day that you’re here,” Pressing himself forward, the Doberman huffed hot and heavy huffs of slightly stale breath into the white rabbit’s face. “I’m going to see to that.”

Before Levy could say anything more, his mouth was taken by Marco’s demanding maw.

There was no sweet seduction, no gentle caress of tongue against tongue when this happened. No. Marco was hungry right now, and with such willing prey in front of him as his cock literally streaked slimy pre-cum out onto the front of his now blackened shorts, he was going to feed on the other for as long as it took to sate his animalistic hunger. Fortunately for Levy, he was more than down for that; as in, opening his mouth and then accepting his bestie’s hot and wet organ deeper into his mouth, he found himself falling in lust for the other even deeper than he already was, his cottontail all but waving a mile a minute as his manhood, which he had been purposefully ignoring, engorged with a desperation that demanded to be sated just as much as Marco’s own lust.

Pulling back after the need for air sang a warning cry within the back of his head, the Doberman didn’t give his best friend time enough to think up anything else clever to say as he grabbed the other by the throat, squeezed down hard enough to make the rabbit gasp, and then hauled him up onto his shoulder. Racing towards the living room, Marco all but howled in relief by the time he got into the empty room. Thankfully he didn’t, as that would have been so embarrassing right now. Instead, he grabbed the remote that he had strategically left on the glass coffee table and then planted himself onto the beige couch.

Setting the still silent Levy into his lap with his ass up and face down, Marco clicked a few buttons and then watched as the flat screen in front of him glowed to life before hitting a few more buttons to augment the settings. Levy turned his head away from where his face was pressed against the left arm of the expensive piece of furniture just in time to see an image of himself staring back at him.

“Um, Marco, what’s going on here, dude?” The white rabbit asked in abject curiosity, even as his ass was grabbed in a possessive manner that left nothing to the imagination, both in reality and on screen.

“What does it look like, slut?” The Doberman growled as he set the TV to record and then chucked the black remote in front of him.

“It looks like you’re taping us right now, but that can’t be right.” Levy said more to himself than to his bestie, as the incredulousness of the situation was beyond his comprehension, even as he saw Marco shuffle himself out of his sticky, red shorts.

“That’s because that is what’s happening.” The doberman chuckled rather cruelly as he kicked his shorts away and then reached out to smack the younger anthromorph on the ass.

Levy’s yelp of shock warmed the dark desires within Marco’s heart more than his earlier touches, as with every spank he leveled onto the other’s fluffy bottom, his predatory instincts kicked up just another notch.

“I’m going to film you being the slutty little fuckboi that you are throughout this entire week and then load it up onto your OnlyFurs account so that the entire world will be able to see just who you belong to.”

The understanding of the words made Levy’s heart thud loud enough to nearly deafen him as he turned his gaze up to stare through his mane of blonde hair at

his best friend.

“B-but what if Allolah sees this?” Levy honestly didn’t care if she did and would have many questions if she even brought up the matter, but he wanted to know and had to have the confirmation that what was happening was happening because of what he was thinking.

“Alicia, and right now I don’t really care anything about what she does or doesn’t see.” The Doberman chuckled as he reached down to fist his almost painful erection, while at the same time pulling his other hand up and then into his best friend’s golden shorts. Rubbing along the cleft of the other’s rump, Marco listened to Levy hiss and then moan as he played with his favorite chew toy. “You have been teasing me ever since you got in here, and I’m going to make you pay for that by showing you why you shouldn’t tease this Doberman, rabbit.”

“And wh-what if I resist doing so?” Levy knew that he wouldn’t; he was already putty in the other’s hand right now, and so any further physical stimulation and he would be all but worshipping the Doberman hand and foot by the end of the day.

“Then I’m going to tie you down onto my bed and make you reconsider why you shouldn’t deny me what I want. Better still, what I deserve.” Just thinking about the handcuffs and spreader bar that he had hidden away in his old room, he having hidden them in a large box he had brought after claiming that it was gym equipment when his mother inquired over its contents made Marco quiver with delightfully perverse pleasure. “And believe me, you don’t want that, because you’re not going to get a chance to say no after I stuff this pretty carrot gag I have for you into that delicious mouth of yours.”

Levy let out a moan right then that was so loud and so filled with need it made a squirt of pre-come jump from Marco’s dick over and then across the Doberman’s naked chest.

“You wouldn’t do that.” Levy challenged through heated pants of air.

“Try me, bitch.” Was all that Marco said before his index finger shoved its way into the white rabbit’s ass and then dug itself in deep.

The next thing Levy knew, he was face-to-crotch with his best friend, not really quite sure how he got there, but was nonetheless bobbing his head up and down along his bestie’s fat, canine cock with absolute purpose as he worked to suck the other’s nut out from his balls. The thick, pungent scent of Doberman needed clinging tight to his nose as Marco used his mouth like a pocket pussy, filling him with a strange sense of purpose that more than likely had to do with ancient predator-prey instincts that the college psychologist would love to explore, but right now Levy could have cared less about the why as he worked to enjoy this intimate moment as his throat stretched around the base of Marco’s cock.

He loved being his bestie’s cumdump after all and saw no reason to ruin that with something as silly as curiosity.