Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2012 23:44:24 -0500 (EST)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Falling Into Forever Chapter 17

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	"Any idea what time they're supposed to be here?" Paul asked.
	"Dunno," I shrugged.  "Still kind of irritated they're just showing
up."
	"Well, you know Grandpapa," Paul chuckled, wrapping his arm around
me.  "He gets an idea in his head and just does it.  Remind you of anyone?"
	I grumbled sheepishly and he kissed my forehead.
	"You just hate when things don't go the way you plan.  But plans
are always subject to change."
	"I just hate it that someone's going to intrude into my life."
	"Like I did?" he teased.
	"That's different," I growled.  "You changed it for the better."
	"And why do you think they won't?" he asked.
	"You can't improve perfection," I whispered to him.
	With a growl, he pulled me against him.  His hands wandered my
body, causing the expected reaction from me.
	"Maybe someday I'll be able to enumerate the ways you've changed my
life," he spoke into my ear.
	"Think you've changed mine more," I laughed as his fingers traveled
lightly up my back, making me squirm against him.
	I ground my swelling cock against him as his hands trailed through
my chest fur, his thumbs circling my nipples.
	"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" he said softly.
	"I don't know.  Maybe you should show me," I answered, grabbing him
around the neck and driving my tongue into his mouth.
	He forced me back against the kitchen table.
	"Lucky this thing's solidly built," I laughed.
	"Let's test it," Paul grinned and pushed me back so I sprawled
across the table.
	"Hungry already?" I teased.  "We just finished breakfast."
	"I know," he twinkled back.  "That's what makes it perfect."
	He turned and stepped into the kitchen, returning shortly with the
container I keep by the stove.
	"Everything's better with bacon," he grinned evilly.  "Or at least
bacon grease."
	He dipped his fingers into the container, mixing the still warm gel
with the cooler, firmer grease.
	"Spread 'em, Cub," he growled.
	I grabbed my heels, pulling them up and out.  He pressed his
slippery fingers against my hole.
	"What if they show up while we're...?" I began.
	"Yeah, as if they've never seen two bears going at it," he growled,
driving the warm grease inside me.  "They can watch or join in.  But I'm
getting in there first."
	"God damn!  Think I have a new favorite lube," I moaned.
	"Could always pop the shortening in the microwave," he taunted.
	"Suppose so," I murmured as I writhed on the table.  "But bet the
bacon grease tastes better."
	"Let's see," he leered and shoved his face in my crack.
	He held my legs spread wide as I clutched at the edge of the table.
	"Oh, yeah," he said when he came up for air.  "Delicious."
	"Fuck me," I moaned.  "Fuck me like only my Papa can."
	"That can be arranged," he leered.
	He pressed his hooded head against my greasy hole and slid that
thick bear meat all the way in.
	"Fuck yeah," I moaned.  "That's my papa."
	"One of these days, I should invite a bunch of bears over and
blindfold you.  Then we'll see if you can tell when it's your papa fucking
you."
	"That'd be easy," I panted, squeezing my ass ring.
	"You sure about that?" he chuckled as he began pulling out.
	"You bet.  I'd cheat," I laughed, then gasped as he slammed back
into me.



	We had finished...barely...when we heard a vehicle pull up.  We
didn't have time to clean up, but Brian insisted on grabbing his sweats.  I
indulged him.  He still had some vestige of modesty.  Though I have to
admit, his sweats didn't hide much.
	I had never met Ben, nor his partner, Jay, but Brian had done a
drawing of the two of them.  Don't ask me how he knew what they looked
like.  I've given up on trying to figure out how he does a lot of things.
But the guys getting out of the truck looked just as he'd drawn them.
	The big man getting out of the driver's side reminded me painfully
of Gene.
	"Hello," he said in a deep voice.  "You must be Paul."
	He extended his hand and I shook it firmly.  He grinned knowingly
at our state, then a look of confusion crossed his broad features.
	"Must be hungry," he muttered.
	"Why?" Brian said, extending his hand.
	"I'm suddenly craving bacon," he said, shaking his head.
	I looked at Brian and we burst out laughing.
	"I'll explain later," Brian said, his eyes unfocusing momentarily
as he clasp Ben's hand.
	"I'm Ben and this is my partner Sanjay," the big guy said.
	"Please, just call me Jay," the slighter one said, showing bright,
even teeth.
	He was shorter than Ben.  Hell, I was shorter than Ben.  And
significantly slighter.  His light green eyes were bright against his dark
complexion.
	Brian's eyes widened as he looked at Jay.
	"Welcome to our home" he said in Hindi, clasping his hands in front
of him.
	Jay grinned broadly.
	"Thank you for your welcome," he replied the same way.
	Ben looked at Brian quizzically.
	"Brian has a knack for picking up languages," I said, hiding a
smirk.
	"Actually, I've known Hindi for a while.  With so much tech support
outsourced to India, it was easier to talk in their language," Brian said
absently.
	Brian began walking around Jay, curiosity written across his face.
Jay turned with him, a bemused smile touching his lips.  Brian towered over
him, yet they seemed to share a certain grace.
	"I can certainly tell you are the descendent of your Grandpapa,"
Jay said at last.
	"He certainly looks more like him than I do," Ben quipped.
	"You're not a bear," Brian stated.
	"Never claimed to be," Jay said with a sly smile.
	"Tiger, if I remember correctly," Brian said, glancing at me with a
scowl.
	I laughed at his accusation.
	"So how did a bear and a tiger end up together?" Brian questioned.
	"How about we go inside?" Paul said.  "Looks like it's going to
rain."
	"Figures.  Hardly rained all summer.  At least we got Jim's roof
done," Brian grumbled.
	"Speaking of," Ben said as we walked up the steps.  "Where is Jim?
Grandpapa said he was staying here."
	"Well, he had a monkey wrench thrown into his plans," I laughed.
"He just got himself a new cub and he wanted to get his stuff moved before
Dan got too far along."
	"How do you know Jim?" Brian said curiously.
	"He's always been a lot more worldly than me," Paul said.  "He
seems to know a lot of people."
	"So which question do you want answered first?" Ben asked after we
settled into the living room, each with a drink of their choice.
	"How did you two get together?" Brian said immediately.
	"Well, that was thanks to Grandpapa," Jay said with a grin.  "I had
known him long ago, back when I was still in India.  I hadn't been a were
very long when I first met him.  He was like no one I had ever seen before.
From painful experience, I admit I was biased against men like you."
	"Bears?" Brian said in surprise.
	"Caucasians," he replied with a sad smile.
	Ben put his arm around Jay comfortingly.
	"I'm afraid neither one of us trusts...white men...easily," Ben
said with a wince.
	"Even Grandpapa?" Brian asked with a raised brow.
	"Actually, that's part of the reason he asked me to visit you," Ben
said wryly.  "He wanted me to tell you what he did when he saw what was
happening to me.  When Papa found me, I was an runaway slave."
	He smiled at Brian's horrified expression.
	"I had been caught blowing another slave.  I was able to flee, but
my...friend wasn't so lucky.  No idea what happened to him, but expect it
was similar to what they tried to do to me when they caught me."
	"I suppose that would do it," Brian said softly.
	"They were beating me when Papa showed up.  What he did to them
didn't exactly help me deal with my fear of white men," he shuddered.
	He looked up and locked eyes with Brian.
	"He tore into them like a demon.  Likely much how you reacted to
what was done to Eugene," he said sympathetically.
	Brian dropped his gaze.
	"I used to be able to keep my temper," he said softly.
	He took a deep breath and look around at us, steeling himself.
	"What am I to do when I'm terrified of myself?" he said tightly.
"Since I changed, I... I seem to get set off so easily."
	I took his hand, feeling his anguish.
	"According to what we were told, you're...closer to the bear than
most of us," Ben said soothingly.
	"It likely doesn't help having all those other spirits inside you,"
I said.  "Grandpapa holds the bears.  You have all the others."
	"Why should that matter?" he cried.
	"Grandpapa is familiar with bears," Jay said calmly.  "That may be
your problem.  You are unfamiliar with what the other breeds are like.
That would create a conflict within you."
	"And what can I do?" he cried.  "What if I lose it again and hurt
someone I love."
	He glanced at me and away quickly.
	"You won't," I said gently.  "I trust you."
	"But what if I don't trust myself?" he whispered miserably.
	"You could always just let them go," Ben suggested.
	"No," Brian said wearily after a long pause.  "I gave my word to
keep them until a spirit keeper of their kind comes to be."
	"Then that might be your answer," Jay pointed out.
	He looked at Jay in surprise, then shook his head.
	"Surely there are others out there like you were," he said.
	"Even if there was some way to know when someone might be one, is
it right to force this life on them?" he said.
	"I cannot answer that for you," Jay said softly.  "But you may have
to decide for yourself some day."
	Brian shook his head.
	"I still think the problem's in me," he muttered.  "I lost it when
Gene was shot, before any of the spirits...entered me."
	"You were asleep when that happened," I said urgently, gripping his
leg.  "It was like you were sleepwalking."
	"But when I...," he struggled.  "I hadn't accepted them yet."
	"I'm not sure about that," I said hesitantly.  "You told me that
the instant Gene was killed was the moment you pulled the spirits to you.
Bringing them through you, might have affected you with their own
emotions."
	"We don't die easily," Jay said darkly.  "It's usually through
violence of one sort or another."
	There was a long uncomfortable silence.
	"So, when Grandpapa learned I had come to this country," Jay said
at last, "He introduced me to Ben."
	"We related to each other better than we did to anyone else," Ben
continued.  "We've each had cubs of our own, but we always found ourselves
drawn back together.  Finally decided to stop fighting it."
	"So how long have you been together?" Brian asked.
	"We're coming up on a century next year," Jay said, his eyes
glittering.
	"Wow," Brian said.  "Twenty-five is silver, fifty is gold.
Seventy-five is diamond.  What the hell do you get for one hundred years?"
	"Laid!" they chorused and we all laughed.
	"So think we could all get a little more comfortable?" Ben leered.
	"I take it you got over your distrust of white men?" Brian
chuckled.
	"Mostly," Jay said.  "But then, none of us are simply men any
more."
	"Paul?" Brian said.  "Why don't you grab that canister so you can
explain to Ben why he's craving bacon."
	I gave a bark of laughter as he rose as gestured them to follow him
downstairs.
	"And maybe I can see what Jay can teach me about cats."