A/N: It's not quite dead yet, but it's still not mine. I'm surprised that this little crackfic has gotten as much attention as it has. Thanks to all your reviews, the dread plotbunny has sunk its big, pointy teeth in me once more, though I can't guarantee that it went in a direction I expected... I blame the Marauders fic I've been reading recently, myself.

"You ever wondered about them?” the brown wolf asked his mate in an undertone, gesturing with less subtlety than he imagined he had towards the kissing pair following at a somewhat slower pace behind them.

The dark-skinned wolf raised an eyebrow in return, never breaking stride. “What about them?”

“Well, you know… they’re not exactly like us, after all. I mean, have you ever wondered how they do it?” As if the connotations of “it” had not been clear enough from his tone, the lighter male added in a hand gesture of a rather intimate nature.

“I don’t go asking questions that I really don’t want to know the answer to.”

“I’m not looking for details; I just wonder about like how they decide who’s on top and that sort of thing.” He offered as innocent an expression as he could manage.

His mate snorted. “If you have to ask, you don’t know them.”

“Well, yeah, but you know what they say about the ’girl’…” he trailed off suggestively.

“You see that man?” his bright eyed mate pointed towards the taller member of the couple behind them. “He’s the most pussy-whipped male I’ve ever met, with the exception of Kiba. And don’t go giving me that big-brown-eyed stare like that; I know you‘re up to something.”

“You ever been curious about… trying out something similar?”

“What, a threesome?” the dark wolf scoffed. “Introduce me to the guy and I’ll consider it.”

“I was thinking about with a girl, actually…” This earned him a sharp flick upon the forehead. “I was just asking.”

“I’m not into girls.”

“And I’m not cheating on you. I just wonder what it’s like, sometimes…” the brown-eyed male feebly protested, looking wounded by the practical wave of icy cynicism his dark-clad companion hurled at him.

“They warned me about men like you.”

He reached over to kiss his lover, half apologetically. “Seriously, Hige teases me about it often enough that you’d think they don’t switch it up that often. It kind of makes me wonder what they do instead that makes it so important.”

Tsume accepted the kiss, but shrugged off the explanation.

“So…” Toboe added some time later. “Who do you think tops, Kiba or Cheza?”