(Went to the zoo today, so in the spirit of Richard. *points up*)

Richard-

The bed rocked as I fought myself to be careful and not hurt Sam, yet at the same time keep my bear in check. It was raging more than my hormones, which was saying a whole damn lot. I had no intention of letting it out to finish what I was just starting, either. It weighed too much, first of all, and would likely force Sam to involve socks, somehow.

You have a serious mental problem you sack of abundant fluff! I growled to my bear as it paced my mind, its roars mixing with the blood pumping loudly in my ears as I thrust in and out of my mate.

My bear froze abruptly, drawing my brows together in confusion for a second, only to realize what I'd thought. Mate. No. He's not Sarah. My sweet Sarah. The ache in my chest slowed my hips, making Sam slowly open his dilated eyes and stare up at me, panting and no doubt curious as to why I had begun to slow. Beneath the obvious emotions in his eyes, however, I saw what still remained of the pain from his heat. The need for relief.

That's what I am. Relief.

"Richard?" Sam whispered gruffly, the sound pulling at my weary heartstrings harshly. A strong protectiveness settled over me that my troublesome bear only intensified. 

Relief. I repeated to myself as I began to move again, getting an approving groan from Sam as he wrapped his arms up and around my neck. I leaned closer, letting my chest press against his, adding more friction to our sloppy love-making.

I blame you, bear. Back off.

Even with the reprimand my bear completely ignored me and continued to try and get free until Sam and I climaxed together several minutes later. My concentration slipped while I released, barely giving me enough time to pull out before my body began to sprout tufts of pitch black fur. When I dropped to my bare butt, it was fluffy and had a little stubby tail wiggling with eagerness. With a slight rocking motion my bear righted itself, then began to stumble over the mussed up sheets towards Sam, who was still panting up at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath.

No you don't you fuzzy bastard! You'll break him! I shouted into my bear's mind, making it pause next to Sam and give a quiet grumbling whine. After a moment his butt dropped back to the blankets, sinking the bed in a bit with his weight. A strong sense of upset flooded my senses, making me feel a little bad for my poor bear. I just couldn't trust him with Sam. Not even with his canine form.

Too dangerous.

However... Hey? Why not get him a sock? He's tired and while he did mate with me, I am you, and I know you felt it. So, he clearly needs his after-sex-sock, right? Find him a good one.

I felt so special for even thinking those words to my bear. Mainly because my wife was the one that always had gotten the after-sex sock from my bear. It was also a terrible idea in general, but it always made my bear happy and when her face lit up after receiving it from him...

Don't. Don't think.

I forced my attention back to what my bear was doing. Digging through the sock drawer, of course. Don't pick the ones I actually have a pair o--- Of course you did. My bear turned back toward Sam and waddled over, then plopped down again before leaning over to offer the black and grey sock. Excitement surged through him, replacing his sexual frustration. I was about to send a message to Sam, asking him if he would accept the sock to appease my bear, but then my heart jumped into my throat. His face lit up, and though he was still working on calming his breathing, he pushed himself up and grabbed the clean sock between his teeth, then hugged my bear tightly.

"Thank you so much. You are a very sweet bear, sharing your sock with me!" Sam cooed happily after he tugged the sock from his mouth with his left hand, allowing him to speak.

When he settled back down on the blankets, I realized too late that I had forgotten to tell him one of my bear's other little issues. Before I could, my bear darted for the sock he'd just given and promptly flew off the bed, since it had been in Sam's left hand and that specific hand had been risen and close to the edge. A loud thud sounded as my special bear dropped to the floor, the sock in his mouth. He landed somewhat gracefully, surprisingly, but then he lowered the front of his body so that he could begin to chew, butt in the air, stub wiggling awkwardly as he enthusiastically destroyed another sock that I needed for work.

Your bear is adorable, Richard.

If I wasn't fluffy, overweight, and covered in black fur right now he would have easily been able to see the blush that burned my cheeks at his comment. Only one other person had ever said that, and---Stop thinking about her! I shouted to myself. Only when I felt a slight unease in mind did I realize that Sam had likely heard my frustrated words, even though I hadn't meant to project them.

It's okay, Richard. I understand. I promise I'm not trying to take her place. He thought back to me after a moment. Unfortunately, I could hear the slight twinge of pain in them, because it was far harder to hide your real feelings when communicating through thoughts. When he suddenly appeared in my bear's vision, a quiet growl warned him not to touch the sock. Sam just gave him a tired smile and pet his head.

"I promise I won't touch it, but can I have Richard back for a little bit? The sock will be right there for you later."

My bear didn't seem very happy that he wouldn't get to finish his sock yet, which it always did after I got to have sex, but after a frustrated huff and a hug from Sam, he relented and let me take control back. The moment I was human again, Sam was in my arms, hugging me tightly.

"Thank you so much, Richard."

Blinking, I awkwardly wrapped him in a hug. "U-um, you're welcome?"

He nuzzled my neck, making my chest tighten slightly.

"I feel so much better."

Oh, of course.

"I'm glad, Sammy." I whispered, suddenly remembering that the kids were in bed. Surprised my bear falling off the bed didn't wake them up.

Sam looked like he was about to say something else when his stomach gave a loud rumble, forcing a sudden blush onto his cheeks. Chuckling, I got up, easily lifting him to his feet before sliding a hand down to take his and tug him towards the bedroom door. "Snack before bed?"

We walked into the kitchen, where he stopped near the entrance and I headed for the refrigerator to get stuff to make sandwiches.

"So there's another round after this?"

The question caught me off-guard, making me jump and slam my head against the ceiling of the fridge. When I shoved the door shut with some cold cuts in my arms and sent him a glare, he just snickered and licked his slightly swollen bottom lip.

"What? I'm a horny teenager who's mind evidently still wants babies. Even if the Easy-Bake Oven is now permanently off."

Well, I guess he had a point. And really? Oven? Shaking my head, which was now growing a nice bump where I'd hit it, I walked over to the counter and set the stuff in my arms down. Since I only had two pieces of bread left I decided to just make one sandwich and cut it in half, as I was pretty hungry as well and grocery shopping was definitely in order. Sam devoured his in seconds, his eyes never leaving me. It was a bit awkward standing naked in the kitchen eating a sandwich, while being stared at by another naked guy... eating a sandwich.

He looks like he wants to eat me.

"If you're offering..."

I smacked my face with a palm after swallowing the last of my sandwich before I could choke on it.

"You over-project your thoughts a lot when your mind is uh, preoccupied."

Without any food to get in our way, Sam was quick to close the distance between us, pressing his chest and abdomen against mine as he hugged me to him. When his head tilted up slightly, our eyes meeting, I expected to get a kiss out of his devilishly smiling lips.

"Can I lick you?"

What?

"Please? Dog habit, please?" He begged. I half expected him to shift and actually beg with his dog considering the fact that he was literally drooling at the thought of his tongue on me. It was a bit surprising, but eventually I gave him a hesitant shrug.

"I guess? A-as long as we're in the bedroom and the door is shut..."

The next thing I knew I was being dragged back into our bedroom, the door was promptly shut, and I was shoved onto the bed with him climbing on top like the predator that I was. When his tongue began to lap at my chest I felt my breath hitch, then hiss out as he quickly traveled lower. Even with his speed, he made sure not to miss a single darn spot. By the time he returned tug at my nipples, growling quietly, my bear was back to begging me to let it out. It wasn't going to happen, but I was incredibly aroused, again, and from what I could feel of Sam as he moved along my body, so was he. Since he was so focused on my left nipple, I just decided to do what I wanted as he did what he liked. Thus, I grabbed him between his legs and gave a small tug.

Before I could consider what my actions may cause, Sam was pouncing on me. Our mouths crashed together, teeth accidentally clicking hard before we opened our mouths to each others' eager tongues. His hands also trailed down between my legs to torment my already-aching length. We fought for dominance for several minutes before I won out and flipped him onto his back and began pushing myself inside, fighting against my hazy mind to force myself to be gentle. Sam wasn't exactly helping my control, however, as his claws drew blood on my back and his legs wrapped around me like a vice.

We were both already so worked up that it only took a minute before we were releasing for the second time tonight. When I looked down at him afterward, he finally seemed content, the hunger draining from his eyes to be replaced with exhaustion.

"If I scoot us up toward the head of the bed and get us under the covers to get some rest, are my bones going to be jumped again?"

Instead of giving me a logical answer he just stretched like a content cat, then yawned out a tired, "Mmm."

"I'll take my chances that that means 'no'." I said with a grin as I tugged him up toward the pillows, then helped him get beneath the blankets with me. We both could use a shower, but as I wrapped my arms around his waist and tugged him close, I figured I could just wash the sheets tomorrow... And we could shower together.

Love you, Richard.

Snapping my eyes open, I looked around the dark room, then down at Sam. He was curled up in my arms, his face pressed against my chest as he breathed evenly in and out, his breath misting warmth across my skin.

Must be hearing things.

Grinning to myself, I snuggled in a little closer and closed my eyes again. I wasn't really sure what time it was, nor did I care to open my eyes again to check, but just in case...

Good night. Sleep well, Sammy.