Spin Me Right Round
Giftee: @solar-windswept
Gifter: @dragonflies-and-katydids
Prompts: Hot wax play, Meeting in the Dog Park (101 Dalmatians Style)
Rating: Explicit
Tags: modern AU, definitely NSFW
“This is a bad idea.”
Bull laughs and thumps Krem on the shoulder as the pet shelter’s volunteer glares in outrage. “Awww, c'mon, admit it. He’s cute.”
Krem looks down at the dog that’s currently huddled–whimpering–against Bull’s shins, then back up at Bull. “He’s pathetic.” The volunteer glares harder, her arms crossing tightly over her chest.
“Now you’re just being mean,” Bull says, pretending to be hurt as he kneels to scratch the dog behind the ears. It’s made harder by the dog’s attempts to stay against his leg, even when it puts Bull’s descending knee dangerously close to the dog’s front paws.
“I’m being accurate,” Krem says. He looks around the kennel at the other cages, and points to a lab mix pressing its nose to the bars of its cage. “What about that one?”
Bull glances at it and dismisses it in the space of a second. “That one doesn’t need me,” he says, smiling fondly at the dog still trying to wedge itself up against him. “This one does.”
“That one needs a lot,” Krem mutters.
He’s right and Bull knows it: besides the obvious anxiety issues, the dog is thin and a little mangy. The shelter has been doing its best, but by the tag on the cage, Bull knows they’ve only had it a few days, not nearly long enough for regular meals to do any good. If it’s even been eating them, anxious as it is.
“He’s a purebred French bulldog,” the shelter volunteer offers brightly, as if Bull cares one way or another.
He makes an acknowledging noise out of politeness and continues to scratch the dog behind the ears.
“Admit it,” Krem says at last. “You just want him because he’s a bulldog.”
Bull laughs, then smothers it when the sound makes the dog jump. “Okay, yeah, that’s a plus, but really? How do you say no to that?”
The dog is leaning into Bull’s hand now, looking up at him like he’s about to deliver a steak dinner and a lifetime supply of rawhide chews. The whimpering from earlier has stopped, along with most of the shivering.
Krem sighs in a way Bull recognizes, the long-suffering sigh of a man abandoning a lost cause. “Paperwork?” he asks the volunteer, and for the first time since they came back to the kennel, she looks at him with something less than outright hostility.
![Film Noir AU by @lonicera-caprifolium for @stickthisbig
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