Warning, this story deals with homosexual relationships. If you are underage, 
homophobic, or just really conservative, this story isn't for you, and I will 
not answer emails that simply repeat what I have just said. The characters are 
all co Garth Forster 2000, and are not based on other furs that I know of in 
real life. I am Razor, and so he is based on my experiences, but Jordan is 
completely fictional. If there is an eighteen-year oldish grey furred wolf out 
there that goes by the name Jordan (gods, please won't you do this one little 
thing for me!), I apologise if you don't like your fictional counterpart, but I 
still won't feel obliged to change the story. Feel free to share this story with 
your friends, so long as it remains unaltered and is transmitted in its 
entirety. The Entire Soul Lovers series takes place in the FurryMUCK universe.

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        Soul Lovers: part 2 (Completed on the 31st July 2000)
	-by Razor

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Raz woke when it was still dark. Reaching out in general direction of his 
bedside table, he touched the glowstone as lightly as he could, not wanting to 
wake Jordan. The stone shimmered to life, and Razor touched it again, shifting 
its light into a pale blue shine. He looked over at the still sleeping wolf that 
had curled up on the other side of the bed. He stirred restlessly, and Razor 
quickly extinguished the glowstone. Luckily his otter eyes adjusted quickly to 
the darkness, and he found he could see enough to move around without bumping 
into anything. He swung his legs out of bed, standing up slowly and stretching 
his tight muscles. Jordan growled loudly, caught up in some wild dream. The 
otter smiled lovingly, delighted by the fact that he could watch his boyfriend 
sleep. 

Padding quietly into bathroom, he closed the door before switching on the 
lights. Reaching into a cabinet, he took out a fluffy towel, and put it on a 
hook next to his own towel. Jordan would probably want a shower after last 
night's efforts. He showered quickly, but spent some time grooming himself. He 
walked back into the bedroom, the sun was just starting to shine through the 
curtains, but the lights were on. Jordan lay on the bed, tapping idly at the 
keys of Raz's laptop. He looked up from the screen, grinning. 
	"You've got quite a nice little collection of art here."
Razor blushed, knowing that some of those pictures where ones he had drawn of 
Jordan. "I rather like the one you drew of me doing..."
	"Ah...Yes well, I..." the wolf grinned, and got up from the bed. He hugged 
Raz, breathing in deeply the smell of his freshly cleaned fur.  
	"Mmmm... you smell nice, mind if I..." Jordan indicated towards bathroom 
with one paw. Razor nodded gently, the sheer joy of having someone to share his 
life with still rushing through his system. As Jordan padded through to the 
bathroom, Razor watched quietly, enjoying the view of muscular wolf's rear end. 
Jordan didn't bother to close the door behind him. Razor walked over to his 
closet, trying to decide what Jordan would look best in, considering that he 
hadn't brought any clothes with him. He finally settled on a pair of jeans that 
were slightly tight on him, grinning quietly to himself as he imagined what they 
would look like on the cute wolf. In addition to the jeans, he chose a loose 
fitting T-shirt that had the image of a wolf howling at the moon printed on it. 
Not sure of whether Jordan preferred boxers or briefs, Razor laid out a 
selection of both. Quickly finding some clothes for himself to wear, he wandered 
through to the kitchen, and began to plan a massive breakfast for two. 
Considering that it was Saturday he also selfishly began to make plans about 
what they could do together during the day. 

	Pulling a large salmon from the freezer, one he had caught himself, he 
realised that the things that had been so troublesome for him the day before now 
no longer mattered. Running a sharp claw along the underside of the fish, he 
split it neatly in two. Putting both halves into a frying pan, he placed them on 
the stove to cook. He halved a couple of oranges, using the same technique as 
with the fish. Razor prided himself on his proficiency in the kitchen. Living 
alone you tend to develop talents that are necessary for survival. Before long, 
he had mixed up a sauce for the salmon, removed the bones from Jordan's half, 
not knowing if wolves could handle that sort of thing, and added the orange 
juice to two tall glasses of champagne. He laid it all out on the table, 
standing back to admire his work. He suddenly found himself being hugged from 
behind by two grey arms.
	'Raz! Wow, you shouldn't have! I think we should have become lovers 
earlier on. You never treated me like this while we were just friends.' Jordan 
turned Razor around, kissing him passionately on the muzzle. Razor tried his 
best to return the favour, but Jordan simple squeezed him tighter, indicating 
that this was his way of saying thanks, and that Raz was just supposed to relax 
and enjoy it. There wasn't much else that he could do, especially when the 
wolf's strong paws started stroking the fur of his tail. Jordan stopped 
suddenly, leaving Razor a bit dazed. He sat down at the table, waiting for the 
otter to join him. Razor collapsed into the other chair.
	'You'd better be careful, Jordy. Any more treatment like that, and I'm 
going to start finding it pretty hard to control myself. Where did you learn to 
give a tail-rub like that?' The wolf smiled, happy that his friend had enjoyed 
his work.
	'I used to do it to myself. I guess its one of the bonuses of being gay, 
you sort of know what'll make your partner feel good, because you're pretty 
experienced in making yourself feel good.' He grinned. 'There's still plenty 
that I haven't shown you.' The wolf tucked into the salmon, stopping now and 
then to sip gently at the champagne.
	'Interesting combo for breakfast Raz. Don't believe I've ever been treated 
so well.' He stopped, taking another bite of the fish. Chewing thoughtfully, he 
swallowed before continuing...' You know Raz. I'm really glad that you are my 
first gay relationship. Come to think of it, you're my first relationship full-
stop. I just want you to know, there's no pressure, okay? I'm as new to this 
sort of thing as you are...'
	'Of course Jordy. I'm glad you're my first too...' Razor watched his 
friend, concerned that there was more to this than he was saying. Jordan seemed 
to grow quieter, and Razor decided that he should say something. 'Are you okay 
Jordy?' The wolf looked up from his plate, and Razor saw the tears filling the 
bright blue eyes.
	'Oh gods Raz. I've tried to be strong, for your sake, but I can't hide it 
anymore. My parents found out that I am gay. My dad was furious. He threw me out 
of the house yesterday. My mom, well... you know how she is... thinks everything 
can be solved with prayer and regular church going. *sob*'
Razor took Jordan's paw, squeezing it tight.
	'Hey my little wolfie, I guess we're more like each other than we thought. 
What do you think I've been worrying about for the last two weeks?'
	'I'm sorry Razor. I didn't mean to lie to you. I just didn't want you to 
keep feeling the same way. I wanted you to be happy...' Razor's heart broke as 
he watched the wolf that had shown so much love for him burst into tears.
	'You didn't lie to me Jordy. You opened my eyes. Remember what you said 
last night? You said that you'd stand by me, through it all. Well, I promise 
that I'll do the same for you. I'll be here, right by your side. We'll do this 
together, okay?' Razor rubbed his paw against Jordan's muzzle. The wolf sniffed, 
nodding slightly. Razor realised how unhappy he must have been, but it hurt him 
even more that Jordan was now equally unhappy. This young wolf had shown him 
sympathy and love, even when he was feeling just as bad. He got up, and went and 
knelt next to Jordan. 'Listen Jordy, I'm sorry about your folks. I know it must 
be hard. Tell you what... You can move in here for as long as you want to. It's 
a big apartment, and it'll easily take two furs junk. It just means...' Razor 
wasn't sure if his love was ready to hear this, but Jordan surprised him, 
speaking quietly between sobs.
	'I'll have to go back and face them to get my stuff.' The wolf looked up 
from his paws, his blue eyes still shimmering with tears. 'Raz. Will you come 
with me? I'm not strong enough to go back alone.' Razor hugged his friend 
tightly.
	'Of course I will. I said I'll be there for you. Come on now, finish your 
breakfast. We'll go over some time later today.'
He sat down again, and before long, they had both finished off their food. 
Jordan seemed much happier now that he had got it off his chest. Razor started 
to clear the table and put the stuff into the sink, but Jordan stopped him.
	'Uh uh, little bud. You made breakfast, now its only fair that I do the 
washing up. If we're going to be living together, I had better start pulling my 
weight around here.' Taking the plates out of Razor's paws, he walked casually 
over to the sink. Razor couldn't help himself, and he collapsed in a fit of 
giggles. Jordan cut a strange figure, standing in front of the sink in an 
oversized T-shirt and tight jeans. 
	'Oh dear gods! Jordan, you better come through to the bedroom as soon as 
you're finished. Those clothes look terrible on you. I'm sure I have something 
better.' Jordan grinned over his shoulder.
	'I don't see much of a problem, after all... we're not going to be needing 
clothes too often, are we?'
	'Jordan! One of these days that yiffy mind of yours is going to get you 
into trouble.' Razor shouted over his shoulder as he made his way into the 
living room.

All things considered, Razor's apartment was more like a luxury villa. It had 
it's own telecrystal linked to Central Furry's park, not to mention the fact 
that it had its own pool and solarium. For an otter, the combination of sun and 
water was irresistible. Still, it hadn't come cheap. Of course, money wasn't 
really a problem. He had inherited a great deal when both his parents had passed 
away and, while he didn't really like to show it, he was rather well off. The 
fact was he had hoped that Jordan would move in anyway. He thought about 
Jordan's parents. They had been like family towards him when he had lost his 
folks, and had treated him like a second son. He had loved them. Right now he 
was just really angry at them, for hurting Jordan like this. He couldn't 
understand how they could just throw their son out on the street. He didn't want 
to depress Jordan with his own behaviour, so he tried to think about something 
else. Going through to his bedroom, he picked up his laptop and brought it 
through to the livingroom. Turning it on, he tapped in the request for access to 
the Matrix that controlled Furry. He started a search, looking for a nice place 
that he could take Jordan to sometime. Among the numerous matches, one seemed to 
jump out at him. Caf‚ Rose. It was fairly close to the park, so they wouldn't 
have to walk too far. He made a mental note of its location.

Jordan emerged from the kitchen, drying the fur of his arms with a dishcloth.
	'I'm all done in there. So, do you want to dress me up in something 
stylish?'
	'Oh gods yes! Take off those silly clothes.' Jordan grinned, licking his 
muzzle.
	'I hope I get to hear that quite often.' Jordan stripped off the clothes, 
revealing that he had chosen to wear a pair of blue silk boxers that were 
covered in pawprints. Razor ruffled his headfur, then put a paw on the slight 
bulge in the boxers, gripping tightly on to Jordan's sheath through the silk. 
Jordan yelped in surprise, but quickly relaxed, smiling sheepishly at Raz.
	'Oh come on you yiffy wolf. We'll never get anything done if you keep 
behaving like that.' Raz tugged lightly, feeling Jordan's cock begin to harden 
in his paw. Razor took a few steps towards the bedroom, tugging Jordan along by 
his wolfhood. Jordan grinned again, purposefully being stubborn to try and 
lengthen the experience. He was succeeding quite successfully in delaying the 
inevitable, since Raz didn't want to pull too hard, fearing that he might hurt 
his lover. Making full use of this, Jordan took one step back for every two that 
Raz took forward, murring loudly each time Razor pulled. Seeing that he wasn't 
getting anywhere, Razor let go of Jordan's cock. Jordan just stood there looking 
a bit disappointed and very horny. Putting his paws on his hips, Razor looked at 
the pleading wolf sceptically, before saying,
	'You're enjoying this, aren't you?' Jordan gave him one of his begging 
puppy dog looks, slipping his paws suggestively inside his boxers. His tail 
started wagging uncontrollably. He stepped forward, pushing himself up against 
Razor. The otter couldn't help but begin to feel aroused. Jordan took his paws 
out of his boxers, and slid them up the front of Raz's T-shirt, rubbing his 
chestfur. In one movement, Jordan lifted Razor's arms and pulled off the T-
shirt. Dropping to his knees, he stared up hopefully at the surprised otter. He 
emphasised his point by rubbing his muzzle against the now prominent bump in 
Raz's pants.
	'what? NOW!?' Jordan nodded enthusiastically, not wanting to spoil the 
moment with talk. He was still murring loudly, and started rubbing a bit harder. 
He stopped, looking up questioningly at his otter friend. Razor looked down at 
Jordan, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the love in his eyes. He nodded. Jordan 
grinned, pulling down Raz's pants slowly. Razor let out a loud chirr as Jordan 
pushed his paws up the legs of his boxers, rubbing at his balls. As soon as 
Jordan pulled the boxers away from Raz's waist, he wrapped his muzzle around the 
throbbing erection that emerged. Razor moaned, the combined sensations of 
Jordan's sucking and licking almost becoming too much for him. The wolf closed 
his eyes, taking Razor in all the way. Razor felt the head of his cock touching 
the back of Jordan's throat. He felt a pang of guilt ring through the pleasure, 
since he was not doing anything for Jordan. He arched his back, feeling the 
approaching orgasm. Jordan felt it too, and redoubled his efforts. Wave after 
wave of pleasure pulsed from his groin. Jordan swallowed as much of his cum as 
he could, just letting it dribble over his muzzle when it got too much. Opening 
his mouth, he sat back, panting loudly. Razor collapsed onto his knees, and was 
about to lie down on the floor when Jordan guided his head into his lap. Jordan 
looked down into Raz's eyes, grinning wildly.
	'So... how was I?' Razor panted, trying to catch his breath.
	'WOW!'
	'Aha, not bad for my first blow job huh?' Razor just chirred loudly. 
Jordan licked his muzzle clean of any dribbles of cum. 'Mmm, and I must say, you 
don't taste half bad either.'
From his place in Jordan's lap, he could still feel the wolf's erection bumping 
against him. He turned sideways, licking affectionately at it. Sitting up, he 
wrapped a paw around it, rubbing gently at the wolf's ball pouch.
	'Now it's your turn. Just lie back and relax.' Jordan stretched out, his 
tail flapping about in expectation. Razor lay down next to the wolf, turning 
onto his side. Jordan was still panting from the blow-job, and the heaving of 
his chest acted as the perfect counter-stroke to Raz's gently pawing. Jordan 
found himself squirming from all the stimulation, Razor's paw working wonders on 
the sensitive surface of his penis. Using the back of his other paw, Razor 
gently rubbed the head of Jordan's cock. With surprising accuracy, Jordan blew 
his load all over Raz's face, the wolf's body arching as an incredible orgasm 
swept through all his muscles. Razor could feel the relief of tension in 
Jordan's body immediately. He had the sudden wild idea of patenting his stress 
relaxing cock stroke. Wiping at his face with his paws, he proceeded to lick off 
all the sticky cum that Jordan had so 'kindly' spurted onto him. Once Jordan had 
recovered from the orgasm, he rolled over onto his side and started to help in 
the cleanup process. This was the first time that Razor had considered tasting 
his own cum, but he had always lost the urge after he came, but all things 
considered, he liked what he tasted. When they had finally finished, Jordan got 
up, lifting the otter in his arms.
	'I think we had better have a shower, hmm?' Raz looked at his dishevelled 
fur and nodded.
	'Yeah, I guess we had better. You go first.' 
	'Why can't we go at the same time? We're lovers now, remember.'
	'Oh yeah...Sorry, it takes some getting used to.'
	'That's okay. I know what you mean.' Jordan nuzzled Razor affectionately 
'I guess it's not everyday that friends fall in love. Especially not guys.'
	'Come on you silly wolf. Let's go have another shower. I can see my water 
bill going through the roof with you around.' Razor was happy that Jordan had 
relaxed, and he didn't want to remind the wolf about the trip they would have to 
make later, but it was already nearly lunchtime, and they would have to go soon. 
He only hoped that things would go well.

*****
And yes, there will be a sequel to this.
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