There in a small bathroom, nearly private but still open to the others cramped into the small house, a black furred hand turned over under the slow dripping of the faucet, the young Rakwulf staring as the droplets of water each took a different path down the back of his palm. He felt quiet, oh so quiet, somewhat distracted by the drip of the water and the reflection of his firey red fur in the smeared mirror above. There was a quiet echo of music a floor above, and the never ceasing shuffle of feet on carpet that filled the house. Auryn had come here for lack of a better place to stay...He'd been born and raised on Earth, but now..people were starting to glare at him wherever he stepped foot. Auryn was used to glares from...certain people but...

His dark hand left the thin trickle of water, claws brushing back the short tuft of fur at the top of his head. He could hear the others outside the bathroom door, and at any minute one of them might come in to use the toilet or shower. Feeling an involuntary blush come to his cheeks, Auryn shut his striking violet eyes and put a thumb to his lower lip, his head folding down against his chest. The other occupants of the house were primarilly male...and here Auryn stood stark naked practicly asking to be called those disgusting names...names that, even though he hated hearing them from peoples mouths, he knew to himself to be true. Slut, faggot.. they burned along his spine, his hackles rising up like armed red soldiers to do battle. But the Rakwulf would not fight...against the nature of his species, Auryn disliked conflict..if he could avoid it at all costs, he would. A free paw roved softly against the white streaks of fur on his stomach, following the contures of his chest with fingers, watching his reflection in the mirror. Was he pretty? Was he really attractive, or was it merely the fact tha the was so willing which made him desireable? A sigh escaped his muzzle and ruffled the longer furs on the upper regions of his chest. This wasn't what he wanted, this lifestyle of lust..what Auryn wanted was one creature, one living thing to wake up beside for the rest of his life. One that loved him...truely loved him...not for his body or submissive nature, but for who he was inside.

A creak of hinges brought Auryn around with a gasp, his slowly trailing fingers diving and curling around his sides as he instinctively hugged himself. The slow trickling sound of the faucet gurgled and caught up in the sound of his surprise, spiraling away. Through matted bangs of ebony, the dead and dark eyes of the Human stared at him. For a moment, Auryn felt colour flushing to his face, thankfully hidden beneith his fur. Here he stood in naught but his bright fur, contrasted sharply by the scarred human in his customary faded teeshirt and black pants. Again as many a time before, the entwining streaks of silver through the Human's hair caught Auryn's breath in his throat and caused something atwixt a moan and a keen to build in the back of his tightened throat. And here again, they stood locking eyes...Unable to rip away from the Human's captivating yet emotionless stare, the Rakwulf whimpered lightly and took a step backwards. A striving of blood through his body pumped fire and confusion, Auryn abruptly feeling the cool air as tightening skin and pulsating life drew beyond the lee of his legs. A spinning spiral, a kelidoscope of emotions pulled inside his head as his heart beat faster, every extremity in his body feeling the throb of blood. His fur felt as if it were rising, his inner thighs and stomach were burning to be caressed...everything ached for the dark being's touch...

"I...I'm sorry!" Breaking away suddenly, Auyrn's paws franticly closed on a towel, the fox-like being rushing past the Human and into the hall beyond. The towel did nothing to hide how the thoughts inside his head were translating into his body, the soft knit cloth brushed lightly on the sides of his penis as Auryn wimpered, racing down the hall and into the small room he shared with three other aliens...I don't even know his name, oh Lord he saw me, how can I live this away? Throwing himself face down on his bed, the matress pressing almost painfully against his crotch that still pulsated with urges unspoken, Auryn felt tears pushing their way out of the corners of his eyes. Arched upwards in a painful coil, his bushy tail shook with the silent sobs that made themselves into a song beat through his body. Auryn bit his lower lip and moved the towel down along his stomach with dark hands. A barrier, he slowly spread the soap-scented fabric out under his body and laid his cheek against it, doing his best to regain control of his body and thoughts...

Post, that was the slang term for what the house they all lived in looked like. Post-apocolyptic. You didn't pay a rent...You just made sure that if you wanted to use something, it remained in working order. Most of the houses' inhabitants worked in the slums of the forlorn little town on the European continent...Auryn was one of the workers in the back of a deli that served what could only be described as airline food...he packed and unpacked boxes during the day, his slim and lithe body pouring sweat outside the crumpled uniform he was forced to wear. At the end of a day, his heart beat with exhaustion and he would collapse onto his bed and stare at the ceiling tiles...stare upwards, dreaming of...Silver hair..

It made no sense, Auryn guessed, to think that he was in love with the dark and silent Human. Almost all Humans now turned up their noses to him, but this one, this nameless one, the dark haired one..he never spoke a word, and yet it didn't feel like malice. There was something around him like a cloud of dust, a clinging silver mist which read off his intentions although his eyes and actions spoke otherwise. Auryn, who by night found himself on his knees whispering words he meant but no one believed to people who would forget him in a day...Auryn felt that he and the dark Human were alike in some way. He saw the Human, not only in the run down building they and many others called home, but on the streets...Through the back entrance to the stinking deli, the auburn Rakwulf's violet eyes beheld each morning a shadow which slipped beyond notice down the alleyways. Hands deep in his pockets and eyes set to the ground, black and silver bangs obscuring his face, the Human moved silently. Auryn wondered where he went to...to follow him one day was his dream...but he dare not risk discovery of his secret admiration...

Auryn shifted his hips on the bed, a small grunt escaping his tightly shut lips...even thinking of the dark Human sent his entire body into throes he could hardly claim to control. It was so emberassing...to see him pass by on the street and then suddenly...it was times like that Auryn found himself angrily cursing what some people considered an anatomical blessing of his species...where his skin turned a creamy white and fur drifted away to become a pure soft surface, the pads of Auryn's black furred hands brushed silkly across the length of his penis, a soft brushing like rabbit fur...a short shiver raced down his spine, the fur along his back quivering like a dog who kicks its feet in its sleep...then the tears were returning. He wanted the Human's hands to touch him, to explore each region of his softly furred body..to say what Auryn himself observed, that his fur was soft and sleek and his heartbeat ...he wanted the Human to brush his hands against every milimeter of his body and speak softly in the voice he'd never heard. He wanted to see the dead eyes with a light undefined. And every day, every morning of his life, he wanted to feel the warmth and silky furless smooth of the Human's body against his own. But Auryn didn't even know if the Human was gay...it was a pandora's box he dared not open on his own, but to which the lid was rattling and straining...

In a heady rythmic pattern, the two dark hands caressed quietly, the soft skin of Auryn's penis seeming to pulsate underneith with a life its own. Eyes half hooded, the Rakwulf's head fell silently back on his shoulders and a growl of both frustration and confusion escaped his delicate throat...warmth flooded in, out, existed and was gone, and at the end of it all, Auryn lay on his side panting into a desperate sleep, the towel folded and thrown down the laundry chute...hardly the worst thing sent in that direction.