"Messy." Both brothers nodded at Rip-Raff's stated assessment upon looking into the darkened expanse of the area that Keith had lead them out to. To say that the space in question looked as though a disaster had happened within would have been an understatement, as such a level of passive catastrophe was something that not one of the lycanthropes had experienced within their shared lifetimes, and yet in a strange way it was almost beautiful in that horrific manner in which only disorder and carelessness could be when combined together with the force of time.

"Sorry about that." Keith chuckled nervously as the trio looked over the...mess that was the interior of his glorified outdoor storage closet. "I've been meaning to clean this place out for a while now but always managed to find some reason to put if off." Which was true!

The eevee was normally quite persnickety which it came to keeping his home and his gym clean, the other having to constantly clean up after the chaos which came with the various pokemon within his home tussling with one another made it so that he had the number of a professional cleaning service taped to the refrigerator. Yet somehow or another, for reasons that Keith was not quite certain of, he always seemed to disregard the shed. He didn't know why, considering that he was well aware of how...junky the space in question had become over the years, what with his mother using it to store various supplies and tools that she had needed back when she ran the family gym, and him doing the same, though amassing much less as he honestly didn't need much considering that he was quick to call someone to help fix something, as he didn't have his mother's handyman instincts, but still...it just seemed like there was some sort of force over the large expanse that subconsciously pushed him away.

That Max ignored the exterior storage area made him slightly wonder if there was something more going on, but he didn't want to bring up such a possibility in front of his three guests, as he was sure that it would sound like a pitiful excuse if he did so. Instead, he merely chuckled nervously while curling his long tail in between his legs as the trio looked around and then back to him before looking around once more.

"Obviously." Larc said with a tone so dry that it actually made the eevee wince in pain upon the words brushing across his folded ears. The alpha lycanthrope immediately snapped his arm out to hold back his younger brother when the other tried to take a step forward towards the buckets of paint stacked to the ceiling inside of the twenty-eight by forty foot exterior, the last thing he wanted was for his mate to possibly be splattered by the colored gel should one of the aluminum tins be open, which many of them looked as though they were. "Do I even want to know what that stuff on the side wall is over there?" Larc asked while pointing to a curious purple and green stain that seemed to be moving slightly.

"Probably not." Keith swallowed nervously, as he hoping that perhaps it was just a trick of the light that was causing the unknown substance to move about.

Rip-Raff, ever the fearless wolf that he was, curious and quietly stalked over to see if whatever it was. Upon poking it the midnight lycanroc snarled and then jumped back as the entity in question slithered away at top speed. The canine urge to give chase immediately swept over the red and white wolf, especially seeing as he was somewhat hungry; his pack had only gotten a light breakfast this afternoon after leaving to think about Max and Keith's offer instead of the usual pile of food, specifically meat, that the three lycanthropes normally ate whenever food was plentiful. Rip-Raff didn't charge forward through the glass window that was above the hole that the...thing had slipped through though, his glowing crimson eyes looked to the reason as to with curiosity after hearing his name being called out suddenly.

Carl moved towards him and then settled a hand onto his shoulder, the firm weight instantly made the midnight lycanroc's desire to go on the hunt evaporate, that was just how completely overtaken his senses were with the scent and feel of the beta. Turning to whine at the other, the red and white wolf licked the humanoid lycanthrope with his wet and sloppy tongue, his desire to breed the other growing ever stronger the more he did so, as could be seen by the surging growth in between his muscular legs.

Larc growled slightly, his lips wrinkling up over his slightly yellowed fangs, but he kept himself from going on the attack, if only because the other alpha was keeping himself in check, so to speak. Keith began to sweat profusely at the sight of the large lycanthrope, he sincerely hoped that this building would withstand what would come next, and that he didn't make a big mistake in allowing the three into the space in question. "Well, with that out of the way," The eevee began slowly. "since you three have decided to stay here then you're welcome to do whatever you like with the place."

"Would setting it on fire be ok?" Larc asked without a hint of jest within his voice, of which earned him an elbow to the gut from his beta brother once the other had walked back over to him. The sight and smell of wolf drool slowly congealing onto his skin made the larger twin lean down to kiss him on the lips, a rumbling purr of a growl echoing out from his throat as he pulled his smaller sibling into himself so that he could rock forward in an effort to show his beta that he would not be denied what he was due, and of how hard it was to not pin him down and claim what belonged to him and him alone. Thankfully he restrained himself well enough to pull back and smirk down at the now slightly dazed lycanthrope whose groin was just as hard as his own.

"T-thank you, Keith." Carl said with a chuckle as he tried to gather his wits. The sound of Rip-Raff's jealous growling made him shake his head and then turn to comfort the other, much to Larc's silent disapproval. Once he was sure that the red and white wolf wouldn't transform and then attack his mate, brother, he turned to smile at the blushing eevee. "We'll...make the most of it."

"Ok." Keith said before turning to walk out of the open door, a furry hand covering his naked groin. "If you need help with anything just let me know, though if you can't find me around the house I'll more than likely be in the gym training my eeveelutions." And with that the pokemorph left the trio of lycanthropes to their own devices, his mind completely focused on finding his own mate for a reason that was obvious to the trio's acute sense of smell.

"So..." Larc began as he walked deeper inside of the darkened area, the light switch not working, as proved by the larger lycanthrope impotently flicking the switch. "Are you sure about this?"

"It's better than living like vagrants, right?" Carl replied cautiously while ambling about the area, his slightly glowing eyes taking stock of everything that could be seen, all the while his analytical mind raced with plans for deconstruction and then reconstruction. "I mean, what Max said earlier today made a lot of sense."

"Hmph, you just want to stay around humans." Larc snorted playfully.

"Well, until recently, I was one, so makes sense." Carl shot back before sticking out his tongue. Rip-Raff happily wandered over and then shoved his tongue into the beta's mouth, kissing him in that impromptu manner than only canines could to humans with faces that did not fully mesh with their own. The smaller lycanthrope moaned quietly without meaning to as his senses were overtaken with the alpha midnight lycanroc's taste and scent and soon grip as Rip-Raff grasped Carl around the waist and then began humping him like the sex starved mutt that he was.

At least until Larc grabbed him by his scruff and then yanked him back hard and fast. A fight was quickly about to break out between the two alphas as they bared their fangs at one another, but this happening was circumvented by Carl swiftly moving in between the pair and then forcibly separating them with his body. The smaller lycanthrope, knowing that neither would hurt him, was able to bump the pair far enough away, all the while caressing the two of them in order to show them of his affection for them both, thus ending the brewing conflict before it could come to pass.

"I would debate that, but I don't feel up to it right now." Larc replied while popping his neck. Rip-Raff returned the gesture by cracking his own knuckles. "I still think we should have waited a few more days after the full moon before coming back here."

"I know," Carl said with a longsuffering sigh that was filled with both fatigue and arousal, what he would have given to be able to have the pair not fight over him at the drop of a hat. Shaking his shaggy raven haired head, he continued with, "but I rather we get situated and then start making plans over trying to hide within the forest around here like we had been doing." The younger lycanthrope admitted while gathering up pieces of paper and cardboard that was scattered about the floor. Looking them over and seeing that most of the scraps were well out of date to be important, he quickly tossed what he carried outside into a large empty recycling bin. A fear that the container was going to be overwhelmed before long soured his thoughts but he simply hoped for the best after taking a slow, deep breath and returning inside to his packmates. "Besides, once we have everything planned out we can then work on trying to find jobs."

"Huh?" Both Larc and Rip-Raff asked at the same time. Carl fought to keep from chuckling at the pair, as both of them had their heads cocked to the side in that adorably cute fashion that only canines could make possible.

"Jobs." Carl stated after taking a moment to compose himself. "You know, those things that bring in the poke dollars?" The smaller lycanthrope chuckled as he watched his twin and their midnight lycanroc packmate turn to look at each other confusedly. For a moment, the sight of them being on the same wavelength, of which didn't include fighting a bloody war over him, made Carl wonder just what the two of them could accomplish if they ever worked in harmony with one another, and then said moment came to a violent end when the two alphas realized that they were too close to one another for comfort and then they sharply turned away from one another with a snort of self-righteous derision.

"Why would we need jobs?" Larc inquired cautiously as he moved to grab a large beam of wood that had molded over. Hefting it over his shoulder with barely a grunt of effort, the alpha lycanthrope moved forward to take the object out of the shed. Both Carl and Rip-Raff watched as Larc looked around for some place where he could dispose of the beam, but upon seeing no where that was suitable for the six foot long piece of rubbish, the larger alpha simply dumped it onto a shaved tree stump, summoned his inner strength, and punched the wood several times over. The sound of the beam breaking into pieces made Carl shirk back a bit, meanwhile Rip-Raff watched the unwarranted display of strength with envious contempt.

"Oh, I don't know," Carl continued the conversation after his brother return, flexing his undamaged fingers as he did so. "maybe to buy the things we need, like clothes, food, toiletries and other items our...I guess you could say human forms require." The younger lycanthrope finished somewhat sarcastically while looking over his shoulder at his alpha brother who was staring at him with that same pouty look of rebelliousness that he always cast over his face whenever they argued and the younger twin had won the battle of wills. The sound of Rip-Riff hauling something out over his own shoulder drew Carl's attention away from his brother, concern casting a veil across his features as he watched the red and white wolf somewhat stumble before he balanced himself with a clawed foot digging itself deep within the ground.

"Don't we still have money left over in our bank account?" Larc asked while grabbing up several pieces of broken metal and then crushing them within his hands once the midnight lycanroc had returned into the room, his muzzle beaming with pride as he stared hopefully at the smaller lycanthrope. He quickly deposited them within the garbage bin with a huff when Carl went over to pat the other alpha on the head.

"We do, but when I checked the last deposit I noted that it was from several months ago. I can only guess that our parents got a notice from the college about our departure...and probably a bill to go along with it." Carl sighed wearily at the memory of their sudden departure from the prestigious place of learning and the reason behind such a happening taking place in the beginning.

"We don't have parents anymore, Carl." the older twin growled.

"Larc, don't." Carl said in a frosty tone that actually seemed to chill the air. Rip-Raff lowered his head and then tucked his tail at the sudden cold aggression that came from the beta.

Both brothers had been over this once or twice since going on the run and yet it never failed to trigger Carl. Larc, knowing how sensitive his beta brother was, decided to drop the subject matter by moving over to nuzzle the shorter lycanthrope across the back of the head.

"Sorry." The larger twin whispered as he scented his mate's neck and throat, the smell of the red and white wolf covering the other made him kiss and then bite at his brother's neck before he could stop himself. Rip-Raff happily wandered up begin the beta to enfold him within his own touch, his eyes never once connecting with Larc's as he did so.

"With that in mind," Carl began, obviously not wanting to even entertain the entire argument, or the fact that the midnight lycanroc was grinding into his clothed rump hard enough to force his hips forward somewhat. "we're going to need money, as I don't want us to take advantage of Max and Keith's charity, well, anymore than we already are." Carl finished with a hand pressing back into Rip-Raff's hip to get him to stop what he was doing. This might have been a slight mistake, as his slim fingers immediately wrapped around something that was not the other's thigh. A whine from the other told him of what he was holding onto, of which he quickly released.

"They offered to let us stay here." Larc shot back, his brown eyes bleeding red as he glared bloody murder at the red and white wolf whose musky scent was growing thicker by the second.

"Yes, but let's not forget that we are guests here, all the same, and thus we have to maintain a certain level of respect for the charity that we are being show." Carl said across his shoulder, his brown eyes flashing red as he stared at the other alpha, whose tongue was slightly lolling out of the side of his wide maw.

"Fine," Larc grunted when Carl slipped out from both of their grasp to grab some more debris within the room and then toss it out into the recycling bin. "but what are we going to do about keeping these jobs, given what we are?" Both alphas sized each other up, but then quickly turned away from one another when Carl came in to growl at them.

"We'll have to figure something out. Either by letting whoever employs us know that the time around the full moon will be the days in which we need off, or feigning sickness." Carl grunted as he shook his head at both of his mates.

"Right." Larc said as he went about working to clean the messy shed.

Nothing more was said between the trio as they diligently went about making their new home clean, though there were casual displays of strength showcased for Carl's amusement as both Rip-Raff found large pieces of trash which they easily broke to pieces with their hands and feet upon taking them outside. The younger lycanthrope didn't want to admit of how turned on he was at seeing how strong his alphas were, but the truth of the matter was that with the full moon still calling out to him, and the pair quietly making physical and vocal passes at him, it was hard not to want to transform and then lift his tail for both lycanthropes. The idea of the two of the getting along enough to breed him made dark whispers caress his mind, as Carl, if just for a moment, could see him becoming the filling within a muscular sandwich of fur that was ridden hard and then put away wet, only to be taken again and again and again until his scent was permanently saturated with that of the two lycanthropes that so adored him.

Carl slightly gasped when, in a moment of stillness, something hard was pressed against his backside and then rolled forward. Thinking it might be Rip-Raff, the smaller lycanthrope was surprised to find that it was not so. "L-Larc..."

"Hmm? Something the matter?" the taller lycanthrope whispered as he began to sniff the side of his twin's neck. The scent of the smaller male's rising need spoke to him of fulfilling his duty as alpha of this pack and it was all that he could do to keep from completely letting his instincts take over and stripping his twin down so that he could give him the breeding that he deserved. Well, that, and the fact that his competition was only a stone's throw away. He'd deal with the other soon enough.

"Focus!" Carl hissed as he tried to push his twin away, but the other refused to release him from the unyielding hold that he had over him at the moment. "We need to think about the future right now." Carl panted through clenched teeth as he forced down his rising lust, sadly without much luck as he could feel his body trembling with the telltale signs of his coming transformation.

"I am thinking about the future." Larc chuckled darkly as he licked his mate along the side of his throat and chin before placing a chaste kiss along the top of his head. "The future where I bury my knot inside of you, my beta." The large lycanthrope growled, his voice hungry with need as his ruby eyes shone brighter than the sun as they stared deeply into his twin's flushed face.

"N-not now!!" Carl said while jerking himself away from his alpha right as Rip-Raff returned into the room, the red and white wolf's nose raised high within the air as he scented what he already knew was happening behind his back. Carl coughed while trying to ignore the wet spot growing in the front of his cargo pants as he went over to hug his other alpha. "First, we need to clean this place up, and then we need to go into town to purchase what we will need for our new home, before finally we find some work." He finished while nuzzling the midnight lycanroc's chin and ears.

"I rather I just mark you instead." Larc growled while stalking over to his twin. Rip-Raff let out a growl so deep and dark that it would have frozen another creature's blood had they not been used to his throaty cries of challenge.

Carl would have reprimanded his sibling but before he could a sharp snarl sounded the call of battle. Larc had just enough time to turned around before he was suddenly tackled to the floor.

The sounds of fighting, snarling, and barking could be heard all the way inside the house where Max and Keith were busy snuggling up into each other on the couch.

"Do you think we should go and check on them?" Keith asked even as he noted Scout going to do as such.

'No. If they kill each other, then so be it. Right now I'm going to sit here and enjoy having your cute butt on my lap.' Max teased even as a loud thump filled his ears. 'Though if they keep that well into the evening I'm going to knock all three of their heads in.'

"Oh sweet Arceus..." Keith sighed.

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