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Black Jack

�� Dr.
Coraline DeSauza sat back in her chair, tapping her pencil on the pad of paper
in front of her, pondering her current patient. She was growing used to this,
in a way. For years the majority of her patients had been soldiers, mercenaries
and otherwise. Most soldiers were never happy about the idea of therapy,
especially when mandated, but they got over it, and some even came back of
their own volition.
�� Bringing
her to this patient. She hadn�t seen him since a year before the war, and his visits
weren�t exactly scheduled. She�d tried to talk him into regular visits and
failed, so he just turned up whenever he felt like it, and she tried to fit him
into the appointment schedule. On this day, he�d asked her for a long session
and had spent an hour catching her up on what he�d been dealing with. He was
still a mercenary, though independent now, and seemed to be under massive
stress related to the construction of a base. He was working regularly and was
in a relationship situation that she could describe as interesting, and had
required her to draw a graph to keep track of it while he talked about it.
�� Well,
you�ve definitely been busy. Let�s discuss the base factor first, shall we?�
�� Wolf looked
up and shrugged. He was slouched in one of the overstuffed leather easy chairs
his shrink kept in her office, in casual clothes. Getting back to Corneria had
required a fake ID, among other things, but he didn�t want to try to find a
shrink on the fringe. Hell, he hated the sheer concept of therapy, but he had
grown to trust Dr. Coraline over the years. Ever since his eye had been
blinded, he�d come back to her office, on and off. He had a favorite chair
there and she knew how he liked his coffee. It almost felt ritualistic, and
whenever he felt wound, he came back. Coraline herself was in her thirties, a
just slightly overweight dark-furred hamster. He liked her a lot, and always
bet that her fur was velvet soft, but she probably would have broken one of his
fingers. �Whatever you say, Doctor.�
�� I understand
you can�t give me a lot of details, but from you�ve said you�re dealing with
solid volcanic rock. That�s going to be expensive to excavate, especially if
you�re trying to expedite the construction.� She pondered, picking up her
coffee cup. �So you�re bleeding money, plus fighting with the architect, and
trying to pick all the materials yourself. AND you�re working on top of that,
at least a few jobs a month.�
�� Sounds
like a pretty good short version.�
�� Do you
have to keep working during the construction?�
�� Have to
pay for it somehow. I�m financing some of the stuff for the buildings, but I�d
rather pay outright for the excavation.�
�� Well, my
professional opinion is, you�ve stretched yourself too thin. You�re trying to
do too much, and you�re going to reach a limit sometime soon.�
�� He sighed,
picking up his caf� latte and taking a long drink. �I know.�
�� So, what
do you plan on doing about it?�
�� I don�t
know where to start.�
�� Surely
there�s someone else you can trust to help you with construction.�
�� Leon
might be able to help but I�m not sure he knows anything about this.�
�� Well, ask
him. He�ll be there as well, right?�
�� If
everything goes like it should.�
�� Well,
then, he should at least be able to help you get materials ordered and make
sure that the suppliers are keeping in line. Maybe he can handle the architect
as well.� She took a drink of her coffee. �And, personally, I think you�d do
well to find more people to work with on a regular basis. Help spread the load
out.�
�� I�m
actually looking into finding another pilot.�
�� Good. Now
on to this� relationship situation.� She looked at the graph she drew and
lifted an eyebrow. �How do you feel about it, Artemis?�
�� I fucking
HATE when you use my name, Doctor Coraline.�
�� I know,
but I�m still going to use it, we established that years ago. So, how do you
feel about it?�
�� Wolf
growled and slouched forward, leaning on his knees and folding his ears back,
looking at her from under his brows. �That�s a kind of broad question, can you
narrow it down for me?�
�� Let�s
start with this �J� then.� She tilted her head, watching his body language.
�You like him a lot, that much is obvious. Any problems with him?�
�� Not yet�
but if he finds out what happened with his son�� Wolf wove a hand dismissively
and flopped back. �I�m sure his reaction won�t be positive.�
�� Do you
plan on telling him about it?�

�� Not if I can possibly avoid
it.� He sighed. �I mean even if I tell him voluntarily, there�s not exactly a
way to introduce it delicately! �Oh by the way, I lost control of myself and
banged your son. Twice.��
�� I see your
point, but the question is are you avoiding talking about it because you want
to save your own skin, or because you don�t want to jeopardize your
relationship with him?�
�� Wolf
opened, then closed his mouth, thinking about his wording before speaking. �I
don�t want to watch him walk away.�
�� Then why
even touch his son?�
�� Trust me,
if you saw his son you�d know.�
�� He was
asking for it dressing like that, the little slut?�
�� Wolf
laughed in spite of himself. �No, no� Trust me, I don�t like thinking of myself
as a date rapist, and I don�t like that it happened, but I can�t exactly go
back and undo it. All I can do is move forward and hope it doesn�t happen
again.�
�� So, what
if he does ask for it?�
�� He tilted
his head back, staring at the ceiling. �I don�t know, Dr. Coraline. He has a
girlfriend. I�m probably interfering with something. I�d have to turn him
down.�
�� Then he�s
a non-issue?�
�� I� I don�t
know.�
�� She waited,
but he stayed silent, staring at the ceiling. �In a way, I think this is
healthy.�
�� He looked
at her and blinked once. �What?�
�� Oh come
on. All these years you�ve been coming to see me and you�ve never even mentioned
a relationship to me. Granted you�re in a mess with the current one, but at
least it�s a relationship. You just need to figure out what to do with it.�
�� He sighed. �J�s
not exactly the monogamous type��
�� And that�s
bothering you. Have you even tried to discuss this with him?�
�� No.�
�� I suggest
you do so, and soon. At least, you�ll know where you stand.� He nodded, and
when he stayed silent, she continued. �Are you still drawing?�
�� Yeah. I�m
painting now as well.� He finished the caf� latte. �It�s sort of turning into a
real hobby. It�s still a therapy thing, but I actually enjoy doing it now.�
�� She smiled.
�Glad to hear. Our time is about up, do you have anything else to discuss?�
�� He sighed.
�No, not really.�
�� No, or not
really?�
�� He glared
at her. �No.�
�� Alright.
Thank you for coming to see me, I�m glad that you made it through the war in
one piece.�
�� Because I
pay in advance, right?�
�� She
laughed. �Oh, do give yourself SOME credit. Though I would appreciate if you
would call for an appointment in advance.�
�� I will
from now on.� He stood and offered his hand, she shook it. �I may visit again,
in a few weeks.�
�� I look
forward to it. Good luck, Artemis.�
�� Wolf shook
his head and picked up his jacket, leaving the office.

�� Later that evening,
Wolf was starting to feel really uncomfortable on Corneria. He had the assurance
that Felix would call him if his cover had been blown but that didn�t make him
feel much better. It was incredibly risky, coming back here. But he�d wanted to
see his shrink, and he had to talk to someone about business.
�� He REALLY
needed to do something about his fucking bounty�
�� The bar was
low-key at least, though it was also borderline a dive. Dressed casually and
carrying a leather messenger bag, he still barely blended, but found a seat in
a booth toward the back, accepting a beer from a waitress that he wasn�t
planning on drinking. He�d been sitting nearly half an hour when the person he
was waiting for turned up.
�� I saw you
as taller.�
�� He looked
up and grinned. �I saw you as less manicured. Have a seat.�
�� Panther
Caroso snorted and sat down across from him, slouching. �I trust you�re alone.�
�� Yes, my
coworker is outside the system.�
�� You�ve got
some brass balls, you know. I could take you in for bounty right now and make a
god damn pretty penny. In fact, give me a reason I shouldn�t.�
�� Wolf looked
at him calmly. He�d heard of Caroso in passing, but had never actually met him.
Caroso was the sort of the guy normal mercenaries talked about in low tones: a
professional assassin as well as pilot, and a damn good one. He tended to work
alone, the sort of guy who left black roses to warn his targets before taking
them out. He had a low voice that almost purred, and was immaculate in
appearance. Clean, trimmed, the build of a swimmer. Supposedly a womanizer, not
that Wolf cared. �Because you�re a professional, and I have a business
proposition.�
�� Panther
smiled a touch. �Alright, give me the bottom line.�
�� Wolf did,
keeping his explanation short. He and his copilot did jobs on the fringe and
they had reached the limit they could do with only two fighters. He needed
another pilot, and was willing to pay an even split of the pay for good work.
Usual work included escort and police-style patrols, and the occasional bounty.
Money was good, and consistent. Panther merely nodded and only looked like he
was half-listening until Wolf mentioned the under-construction base.
�� A military
base? That�s rather extravagant for a two-pilot team.�
�� Say what
you will, I�m tired of hotels and apartment buildings don�t have fighter plane
parking, let alone good built-in defenses.�
�� How far
along is this installation?�
�� Wolf opened
his messenger bag, taking out his laptop, well aware that Panther had tensed
and moved a hand when he�d unzipped the bag. �Still in the excavation stage. It�ll
be probably six months before it�s finished, everything installed. I have
blueprints on this if you want to see.�
�� Yes, I
would like to see them. Describe the facility to me.�
�� He turned
on the laptop and brought up the blueprints, shoving the laptop over to
Panther, who took it. �Partly underground, low profile. Multiple power sources,
good sized fighter hanger, large private crew quarters. Built in defenses.�
�� Who drew
up the prints?�
�� Some
douche of an architect from the fringe who is known for this sort of thing.
He�s been dicking me around though, so not everything you�re looking at is
totally final.�
�� Panther was
silent for several minutes, intent on the blueprints, then stopping and
blinking. �What the fuck. Has this architect even been in a kitchen?�
�� Wolf
blinked. �I have to assume. It looked alright to me, and he said it�d impress
any visitor and have enough storage space.�
�� He�s full
of shit. This is a crap kitchen.� Panther turned the screen so they could both
see it, pointing with one finger. �The work triangles are all fucked up, and it
isn�t large enough. It�s like he took a kitchen layout from a fucking house
design and is expecting it to work efficiently in a military base. In fact,
that looks like that�s exactly what he did, and it isn�t even a good layout for
a fucking house.� When Wolf just blinked at him, he sighed. �You bought
equipment for this yet?�
�� Well, no��
�� Good,
because what he�s got planned is shit too. This needs to be redone, at the very
least you need a different layout, more space, and a reach in as well as a walk
in.�
�� Wolf looked
at him for a long moment. �Work with me as a pilot and I�ll let you revise the
blueprints for the kitchen as you see fit.�
�� Panther
looked at him, a bit surprised. �Really?�
�� Yes, but
only if you agree to work with the architect for me. He�s not listening to a
word I say and I could use a hand with this, and god knows that my other
copilot is about as clueless as I am to design.�
�� Hmmm.�
Panther stared at the design for a long moment. �It�s a tempting offer,
actually. Good money and a safe place to land. Have some questions for you
first though.�
�� Sure.�
�� Who�s your
copilot?�
�� Leon
Powalski.�
�� Seriously?
Fuck me, you�re tougher than you look then.� The feline snickered. �Never met
him, but I�ve heard about him. Does he really carve his initials into the
people he interrogates?�
�� I wouldn�t
know. He just flies with me. I�ve never taken an interest in his occasional
side work.�
�� You trust
him?�
�� I pay him.
He�s had my back in the past, and we get along. So I suppose I do.�
�� Fair
enough. Any other allies I should know about?�
�� I work
fairly closely with an informant called the Devil�s Advocate, and Felix Leopard
through him, so I don�t plan on crossing them any day soon.�
�� Any
enemies?�
�� Wolf
hesitated. �Not... exactly.�

�� Fox shifted
the strap of the instrument case that crossed his chest, unlocking the
apartment�s door and sticking his head in. �Katt? You home?�
�� In the
kitchen!�
�� He came
fully in and locked the door behind him, dropping the keys into the key dish as
he went by, stopping and leaning on the wall, smiling at Katt. She was wearing
daisy dukes and a halter top, kneading dough. �There�s a sight for sore eyes.
How have you been?�
�� She grinned
at him. �Speak for yourself, gorgeous, it�s only been what, nearly three weeks
since I last saw you?�
�� Yeah, I�m
sorry, I was working.� He sighed, moving to hug her from behind, burying his
muzzle into her neck and inhaling slowly. It�d been irritating when the job
order had come in at first, two days after his encounter with Wolf on Aquas.
Katt had been working long shifts those days, so he went on the job without
getting to see her first. Hell, that they�d gotten a job offer had been a
surprise, and the bigger one was that it was an odd sort of black op. His
father probably wouldn�t have approved, being big on honor in spite of being a
mercenary, but it had been good money and not difficult work, just drawn out.
�� That�s
fine, baby.� She leaned back into him, tail wrapping down one of his legs.
�Falco told me you got in a fight?�
�� He coughed.
�I�ll tell you about it later. What are you making?�
�� Braided
bread loaves.�
�� Really?�
He looked at the dough she was working with. �That�s talented.�
�� Hold your
opinions until the bread�s done, I haven�t done this in a while.� She dusted
more flower on the cutting board then started braiding the bread, looking at
him when he shifted to lean against the counter. �Is that a guitar case?�
�� Oh, no,
but it is an instrument.�
�� OH! Is it
that banjo thing that drives Falco insane?�
�� He grinned.
�Short answer, yes. It�s a shamisen. I was hoping to hang out here tonight,
maybe play some music for you?�
�� You�re
always welcome here.� She grinned and used a floury hand to grab the strap of
the instrument case, reeling him in. �I�ve had a sort of hard time at work
lately� I plan on abusing you for a few hours tonight.�
�� He grinned
back, tongue flicking out to brush her nose. �It�s only abuse if I don�t want
it.�
�� Hah.� She
let him go, transferring the braided loaves to an oiled sheet, brushing butter
on top of the loaves before loading the sheet into the oven. �So how did work
go?�
�� Interesting.
It was basically a glorified escort quest on the edge of the Lylat System,
can�t go into it much more than that.� He scratched the back of his neck, watching
her set the timer. �I mean it wasn�t hard, but it was tedious and long hours.
We only got attacked twice.�
�� Sounds
like easy money, then.� She poured two cups of coffee and handed him one, going
into the living room.
�� Yeah, it
was overall.� He trailed after her, claiming a side of the couch, setting his
instrument case on the floor next to him. �I�m not sure I�d want to do that
sort of job often, but hell, anything that ups my reputation is good.�
�� She sat
down on the other side of the couch, tucking her feet under herself and looking
at him curiously. �Not sure why you�re worried about that. You have a good
reputation with the people who matter.�
�� He lifted
an eyebrow, taking a drink of his coffee. �Who matters?�
�� General
Pepper, Felix, and me.� She grinned at him, swatting at his tail playfully.
�Felix told me to keep an eye on you.�
�� Fox stared
off briefly, trying to dig up some memories. Even talking to Felix on the phone
had sparked some odd familiarity, and he had some vague cloudy memories of Felix
sitting at the table with his father. He�d been a kid still, eight or nine? His
dad had been happy, that stuck out. Actually it was surprising how much that
stuck out. His father had tended to be a sort of carefree guy, but he�d never
remarried. Hell, he�d never taken the rings off.
�� Wait.
Rings?
�� You ok,
babe?�
�� Fox
startled at the feel of Katt�s hand on one of his shoulders, looking at her.
�Yeah, I�m fine, sorry.�
�� You been
sleeping well?�
�� Actually� Yeah. I stopped using the drugs.�
He smiled in spite of himself, sipping the coffee. �Which is nice, actually. It
isn�t so much that I�m sleeping better, it�s that I�m waking up better.�
�� Really?
You stopped using the sleep drugs?� Katt lit up, moving to give him a hug and a
kiss. �That�s awesome. Are you still having nightmares?�
�� He grinned,
returning the embrace, stretching to set his coffee on the coffee table. �No.
Well, not really. I�m having some vivid dreams but nothing where I wake up
yelling or anything.�
�� There were
several moments of content silence, the pair just sitting together on the
couch. Fox sighed and settled his arms around her waist, tucking his face into
her hair. Katt nuzzled him and eventually shifted so she was leaning back
against him, picking up her coffee from the table. �So what happened that you
went off the meds?�
�� I, uh�� He
hesitated, picking up his coffee as he tried to find a good way to put it. �I
came to terms with myself.�
�� Katt tilted
her head back and looked at him, blinking. �That�s� good?�
�� Yeah. I�ll
give you the full story later, if you promise not to neuter me.�
�� She laughed
in spite of herself. �Oh, hell no, I�d never do that, I get use out of those.�
�� Fox choked
on his coffee, hacking for several moments before he could reply. �Fair
enough.�
�� She giggled
and reached down, groping his leg. �Willing to get that guitar thing out?�
�� Eh, sure.�
He reached down, popping the case open and carefully fishing the shamisen out,
setting it in his lap then grabbing the tool used to play it out of the case. �This
thing is called a bachi, it�s like a guitar pick.� He handed it to her, she
pondered it curiously, sitting up and turning to look at him. �Believe it or
not, it can cost as much as the instrument.�
�� That�s a
lot of money for a wooden paint scraper.�
�� Fox laughed
and accepted the tool back, shifting the way he was sitting and moving the body
of the shamisen to sit on one of his thighs, tucked close to his body. �No
kidding. But what the fuck, right? I didn�t want to be yet another two-bit hack
playing guitar, especially when half the guys in school and at the academy
played guitar in an attempt to pick up chicks.�
�� So you
play an oriental banjo to pick up chicks.�
�� No, I play
it because I needed a hobby, any chicks acquired is a fringe benefit.� He
grinned at her, one hand splaying on the strings as he brought the bachi down
in a practiced motion.
�� She was
actually rather surprised. She couldn�t remember if she�d heard one played
before, and the bright jangly tone did seem sort of banjo-like, though not in
an offputting way. What amazed her was that it seemed that Fox wasn�t just
playing around with the instrument, his hands practically flew on the strings,
nodding to himself with the beat of what he was playing. It took her several
minutes to recognize the tune as a mainstream rock song, which still somehow
worked oddly well on the shamisen.
�� Eventually
he eased out of the popular music and into a simple tune, looking at her with a
half-smile. �What do you think?�
�� I like it.
It�s happy. And it looks really good with you for some reason.�
�� He grinned,
strumming lightly. �Thanks.�
�� They sat
there for a while, him playing random songs, her listening happily and telling
him how her last few weeks had gone. She worked as an assistant flight
instructor at the academy, which was experiencing an abnormally high number of
recruits with their grounds still under repair from the war. Midterm week had
finished a week ago, which she was glad for because it�d been utter hell.
�� Thank god
for catnip or I would have lost my damn mind.� She concluded, laughing weakly.
�� He snorted,
lifting an eyebrow at her. �Doesn�t catnip make felines horny?�
�� Depends on
the feline, wiseass. It doesn�t bother you?�
�� Katt,
you�re abusing a mint. Why the hell would I care?� Fox shook his head. �It�s
not like it�s addictive. If anything else, I�m irritated that there isn�t
anything like that for vulpines, or even just canids.�
�� She giggled
and moved, on her hands and knees on the couch, licking his muzzle once
playfully. �Actually, you might be surprised. A lot of mammals are very mildly
affected by it, it just hits felines the hardest.�
�� Fox set his
shamisen into the case and set the tool on top of it before combing a hand
through Katt�s hair, licking her back with a little playful growl. She was
halfway through straddling him when the timer in the kitchen went off, making
her sigh and make a face, climbing back off of him to go check on her bread.
�� Did I just
get cock blocked by baked goods?� He asked after a moment, tilting his head
back to rest on the back of the couch and looking at her as well as he could
from that angle, nose twitching as he inhaled the welcome scent of bread.
�� No, you
got cock delayed by baked goods. If I was on nip, it�d be a worse delay because
I�d eat half a loaf of this and pass the fuck out.� She laughed, setting the
sheet on top of the stove and turning the oven off. �Looks like they turned out
good. Want a piece?�
�� Maybe in a
bit?� He asked, taking off his shoes and flopping on the couch, stretching out
and staring at the ceiling. �I love your couch.�
�� She
returned to the living room, leaning on her elbows on the back of it and
grinning down at him. He grinned back. �You only say that because we�ve done it
in like three different positions on it.�
�� I bet I
could think of a few more.�
�� Save it
for the bedroom cowboy.�
�� He sat up
and turned to kneel on the couch facing her, lacing his hands with hers and
giving her a tender kiss, nibbling at her warmly. She purred in surprise and
returned it, eyes lulling, smiling softly when he backed off. �You do know I care
a lot for you, right?�
�� Katt tilted
her head, looking at his concerned expression, surprised. �I have gotten the
definite impression you like me, yes.� She snickered.
�� Wiseass.�
He kissed her nose gently.
�� You know
you like it.�
�� Oh, no, I
utterly hate it and want nothing more than a subservient woman that walks three
steps behind me.�
�� Bastard!�
Katt vaulted the couch and tackled him, driving him off the couch in the
process. Happily he missed the coffee table, oofing as he landed on his back on
the carpet with her sitting on him, hands tangled into his chest fur. �You know
I own your ass!�
�� Fox gasped
a few times to get air back in his lungs, which proved difficult because he was
laughing helplessly, hands on Katt�s hips. �Really? What good is my ass to
you?�
�� I could
rent it out and make a mint.� She reached down and tried to pinch an inch off
his stomach, and failed. �A body this beautiful? Bet I could get a thousand
credits per hookup.�
�� I live to
serve you, my pimp.� Fox said this so deadpan Katt burst into laughter,
grinning when she did and deciding that that was a wonderful time to start
tickling her. She yipped and protested vainly, her claws eventually convincing
him it was time to stop and collapsing on top of him once she had, giggling
weakly. He smiled and shook his head, relaxing on the carpet and closing his
eyes, taking in the feeling of her laying on top of him.
�� Don�t fall
asleep on me, babe.� Katt gave him a narrow look, even though he couldn�t see
it, poking one of his sides.
�� Mm. I�m
not, you just feel good.�
�� And I
still have my clothes on. You�re easily satisfied.�
�� I spent
the last three weeks on the world�s most tedious escort quest with my buddies;
of course I�m easily satisfied. Honestly, right now I�m just praising the
galaxy for boobs.�
�� My
milkshake brings all the ace pilots to the yard.�
�� Fox burst
into laughter and rolled, shoulder knocking into the coffee table and shoving
it over a bit in the process, ending up on his hands and knees looking down at
Katt. �Damn right it�s better than theirs, but if you ever charge me we�re
going to have to have a very long talk about our relationship.�
�� This from
a mercenary!� Katt laughed and messed up his headfur. �Get your ass to my bedroom,
soldier, or risk rugburn.�
�� Yes,
ma�am.�

�� Panther sat
back in the booth, flipping through the pages of the legal document. He had
been surprised, when he had said he was officially interested in the job, Wolf
had gotten a leather folder out of his laptop bag and passed it over. It was a
very well written legal contract, with a breakdown of terms, very cleanly
written. �I�m surprised.�
�� Wolf looked
at him. He had slouched a bit, staring out over the bar, ignoring his now-warm
mainstream beer. �About what?�
�� I didn�t
figure you had actually drawn all this up. Very professional... Which I guess
fits in with what I know about you.� Panther turned another page. �I do want to
ask you a few questions that don�t have anything to do with the job.�
�� Sure.�
�� I read
your file.� Panther took a pen out of an inner jacket pocket and lifted it,
moving it back and forth, watching Wolf�s eyes track. �That�s interesting.� He
muttered, moving the pen far to Wolf�s blind side and watching Wolf turn his
head slightly to keep it in his field of vision. �So, that eye is totally
blind, then.�
�� Wolf gave
him a sour look. �Yes. Completely, no chance of repair unless I let them yank
it and load a cybernetic replacement.�
�� That
speaks of heavy nerve damage, at the very least.�
�� I got
thrown by a concussive blast that knocked me out. I�m lucky I got out if it
with just a bad eye.�
�� That had
to hurt.�
�� Not nearly
as much as coming to in an MRI machine with the sudden knowledge that the
nurses had missed a piercing in a sensitive place.�
�� Panther
struggled to keep a straight face and ended up rubbing his eyes, letting the
chuckle out. �Wow. That wasn�t in the file.�
�� No serious
damage was done by that, happily.� Wolf shrugged, watching as Panther returned
the pen to his pocket, gaze going back to the document. �That I only have one
working eye is fairly common knowledge for anyone that knows me. Why ask about
it?�
�� Just
weighing up this job in my head. Why not use external cybernetics?�
�� I do have
an optic lens and the implants to use it, I just don�t. I�ve become so used to
working with one eye that suddenly having a second one throws me off more than
it helps, and I�ve had ongoing trouble with the implants. Phantom vision after
removal, the usual shit. Besides, you have to admit being a one eyed pilot adds
to the badass factor.�
�� No, I
can�t argue that. It�s practically what you�re known for.� Panther turned to
the last page, taking the pen out and signing the document with a flourish. �I
guess this officially makes us business partners.�
�� Wolf
grinned, accepting the leather folder back. �Glad to have you. I�ve got a plane
awaiting official financing and quarters for you in blueprint, at least.
Welcome to Star Wolf.�
�� I�m not
sure I like the name honestly.�
�� Neither do
I, but I�m stuck with it. You know how it is with nicknames.�
�� That I do.
How soon you heading back to Aquas?�
�� As soon as
I get to my plane. Until I get my bounty off I don�t want to linger here.�
�� Fair
enough, I�ll give you a ride to the space port and head out with you. I want to
see this base and slap the architect for the butchering of my kitchen.�
�� Your
kitchen?�
�� My
kitchen.�
�� Right,
then. Shall we?� Panther snorted and stood from the booth, Wolf shoved his
laptop and the folder into his bag and zipped it closed, standing and moving to
follow him out of the bar. He was nearly to the door when he heard his last
name called, and recognized the voice. �Shit.�
�� Panther
looked at him and started to ask what, then Falco appeared from another corner
of the bar. On the news, he�d dressed like a VIP going clubbing, but now he was
in worn jeans, kneehigh buckle boots, and a leather jacket over a black shirt.
The only thing that suggested he was a soldier was the bright silver dogtags,
in the miasma of the bar they nearly glowed against his shirt. �O�Donnel! I
thought that was you. You got some brass balls for coming to Corneria but I�m
going to break them. I have no idea what the fuck you did to Fox, but you
deserve a beat down.� He cracked his knuckles, scowling. �I�m only too happy to
deliver.�
�� Hey,
assholes! Take it outside!� The bartender shouted.
�� Wolf shook
his head and ducked out of the bar, shifting his laptop bag to another position
and looking over his shoulder as Falco followed, clearly not kidding. �Your
mouth has a nasty habit of writing checks it can�t cash, Lombardi.�
�� Fuck you.
Bring it. I spent years fighting on these streets, I�ll take your ass out.�
�� I�m sure
you�d try.� Wolf smiled thinly.
�� You good
enough for two on one?� Panther asked, crossing his arms. �Because I�m working
for him now and I�m afraid I�d have to join in, and I�d take your skinny ass
out, boy.�
�� Falco
bristled. �Boy? BOY?�
�� There was a
silence, the two staring at the one, Wolf�s ears swiveling and waiting for
sirens, more anxious with each passing moment about his blown cover. �Throw a
punch or step the fuck down, Lombardi.� He finally said quietly, and was
rewarded when Falco took a step back, hands falling out of the fists they�d
been in. �That�s what I thought. Good on you, at least you know when you�re
outnumbered.� He turned his back and walked away, following Panther to a low
key black sedan, only too happy to put the bar behind him.
�� Falco
watched the car leave, then cursed, digging into his jacket pocket for his cell
phone and hitting autodial. �Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You better pick up, Fox.�

�� Fox grinned
and relaxed, licking Katt�s neck affectionately and laughing when her hands
tugged at the fur on his shoulders, her legs tangling with his. �Mm. Damn,
babe.�
�� You�re a
bastard.� She groaned in reply, toe claws digging into the backs of his legs.
�You know I like that knot inside me.�
�� Yeah, I
know.� He managed not to wince at her insistent claws, nuzzling her, groaning
when she shuddered around him. �But I reload faster this way.� That said he
levered himself up on his elbows and kissed her to cut off any further
protests, hips nudging against hers teasingly and yipping into the embrace when
she yanked on his fur again. She broke the kiss to apologize, he just shrugged
and backed off, licking his way down to her chest. He�d wound her back up into
a mewling senseless mass when muffled music sounded off in the room, along with
a dull buzzing sound. �Dammit.�
�� Ignore
it.� Katt protested when he pulled away.
�� Not sure I
can, that�s Falco calling me.� Fox flopped on the foot of the bed with his arms
hanging off, rummaging through his clothes until he dug his phone out of his
pants, answering. �If this doesn�t concern work I�m hanging up on your blue
ass.�
�� It might.�
Falco replied, adjusting the volume on the earpiece, setting a foot down to
steady his bike and looking around the corner. The black sedan that he assumed
belonged to Wolf�s friend sat about a quarter block ahead waiting at a light,
and he wasn�t taking a chance on being spotted. �Guess who I saw at a bar and
who I�m currently following.�
�� Fox
blinked, juggling the phone to his other ear. Katt sat on the small of his back
and bit one of his ears with a growl, hands kneading his shoulders. �Mmn. Are
you stooping to stalking a supermodel, Falco? Surely not.�
�� Fucking
wiseass.� Falco hissed in reply. �Stop banging my ex-girlfriend for five
seconds and clear your head. For your information, I ran across Wolf O�Donnel.�
�� He rubbed
his eyes, memories from Aquas flashing through his mind. �You�re kidding.�
�� Not
hardly, talked to him too. He blew me off. I�d have beat his ass but he wasn�t
alone.�
�� Dude, what
the hell. That�s fucking stupid.�
�� He sent
you back to us barely able to walk. He deserves a beat down.�
�� Fox sighed.
�I appreciate that but I�d rather you stay safe. So, in spite of a bounty on
his head, O�Donnel came to Corneria. What was he doing?�
�� Talked to
someone for a while then left. I�m actually following them right now, at a
distance. I�m not sure, but I think the guy he was talking to is an assassin
named Caroso. Ring any bells?�
�� Fuck.
Yeah, that does. He�s supposedly responsible for the death of that admiral, as well
as a long list of other rich assholes. And you�re following them? Any idea
where they�re going?� Fox went limp into the bed, eyes fluttering as Katt
rubbed his back, fighting to pay attention to the situation.
�� Moving
away from the inner city� if I were to guess, they�re heading for the space
port.�
�� So,
they�re leaving.�
�� Most likely,
what should we do?� Falco sounded tense. �He�s worth a lot on bounty but I�m
not enough to take them, and I don�t think you�d get here in time, let alone
any other authority.�
�� And if you
called someone else we wouldn�t get the bounty anyways.� Fox sighed. �Thanks
for telling me. Go ahead and trail them, but if they go into the space port
stop there. I�d like to know for sure if they�re leaving, but we really can�t
do anything.�
�� Fox?�
�� It isn�t
worth the risk, and it doesn�t sound like the guy was running around gunning
people down or something.� He scratched his head. �So just shadow the car until
they reach their destination. And Falco? Stay the fuck back, ok? I don�t want
you to put yourself in danger.�
�� You got it
boss.� The avian replied begrudgingly. �Hey, can I ask you something else?�
�� Sure.�
�� I never
got past second base with Katt. How is she in bed?�
�� Let�s just
say you missed out. Thanks for the call, and goodnight.� Fox hung up and closed
the phone, letting the held groan out as she continued to rub his back. �God
you�re good at that.�
�� Thank you.�
She smiled and planted a kiss on the back of his neck, grinning when he
shuddered under her hands. �Did I hear that right? O�Donnel�s on Corneria?�
�� Currently,
he seems to be in the process of leaving. Gods only know why he�d risk being
caught, considering the bounty on his head.�
�� She sighed,
stroking a hand down his spine. �Good. I�ve never met him, but considering what
you told me, I mean, what he did to you� It pisses me off. If I ever meet him,
he�ll be sent to ER for stitches. I won�t spare him the claws.�
�� Why does
everyone feel the need to defend my honor?� Fox replied in a bemused voice.
�Believe it or not, Wolf and I are� sort of ok now. Well, I don�t want to kill
him anymore at least, and he doesn�t seem pissed at me anymore.�
�� When the
hell did this happen?� She paused, then stared down at him. �Wait, does this
have anything to do with you being beat up before that job?�
�� He blew out
a sigh. �Yeah, yeah it does, and I did plan on telling you about it, but maybe
as pillow talk or something, I don�t know.�
�� She shifted
to sit next to him, watching him sit up and look at her. He looked sheepish, a
look only somehow enhanced by his not-fully soft member peeking at her.
�Clearly something interesting happened. Spill.�
�� He did so.
Telling the entire story of what happened on Aquas took about ten minutes, and
her reactions varied wildly during that time, demanding to know if he was a
dumbass almost immediately, then just staring at him as he described the fight.
She clearly didn�t understand Wolf�s tactics either, looked amused about the
social hour after the fight, then just gaped at him when he told her in as few
words as possible what happened after that.
�� I guess�
Yeah, that�d be cheating on you, wouldn�t it.� Fox sighed and held his head in
his hands, erection long gone. �I don�t want to hurt you, but you deserve to
know about this. I, I think I may be bisexual Katt.�
�� Apparently.�
She replied in a dry voice, rubbing her eyes with one hand. �I don�t know what
to think about this, Fox.�
�� Be mad at
me, if you want. I shouldn�t have let it happen.�
�� Yeah, but
you wanted it to, and because of what happened, you can sleep without
medication.� She sat back, leaning on the heels of her hands. He blushed a bit,
not sure how to reply to that. �Is this likely to keep happening?�
�� With Wolf?
I have no idea, I mean it isn�t likely��
�� No, I
mean, with guys in general. Or hell, other girls. How many people would it take
to keep you happy?�
�� He gaped at
her. �What the hell kind of question is that?�
�� There are
stories about your dad at the Academy, apparently he banged half the people
there, both dorms, and by all reports he practically had to. He was just that
fucking horny. So, I put the question to you: am I going to have to deal with
that?�
�� No! I
mean� Ok, sex is great but come on, I can�t even buy a soda without reporters
finding out which brand and if I tend to frequently buy that brand from that
particular store. I�d never get away with it, and even if I could I�m not sure
I would. I really, really like you, Katt. I wouldn�t want to put you through
that. I�m miserable just putting you through this.�
�� She looked
at him for a long, long moment. �Ok, then.�
�� What?�
�� I said ok,
then. Thanks for telling me.�
�� You aren�t
mad?�
�� Well, I
wouldn�t have minded knowing before we boinked earlier, but no, I�m not really
upset. I�m not really the sort to share, but I think I could deal with you
getting your brains fucked out on occasion. Hell, I enjoy getting my brains
fucked out, why would I deny it of you?�
�� Fox gaped
at her, then burst into laughter and pounced forward, tackling her to the bed
and kissing her senselessly for several moments, holding her close. �You are
fucking amazing. I was expecting you to slap the shit out of me.�
�� Nah. I
think I can deal with it, provided I�m the only girl in your life.�
�� I�m all
yours, beautiful.�
�� Damn right
you are. Of course you realize if I do meet Wolf, I may still send him to ER
for stitches for beating the shit out of you. Coercion isn�t cool even if it
does end ok. And if anything ever happens again, I expect detailed reports.�
�� Fair
enough.� He grinned and kissed her again.
�� Katt kissed
him back, curling her legs around his hips with a playful growl, hands tangling
into the fur on his shoulders. His smooth tongue lashed against Katt�s rough
one, eventually easing off to nibble at her, laughing when she rolled herself
on top. �I hope you don�t mind.� She quirked a smile, wrapping a hand around
his half hard length and stroking him slowly.
�� He growled,
hips lifting just slightly into the contact, quickly going fully hard in her
hands. �Oh, not at all baby, you know that.�
�� She leaned
down on all fours, licking along his jawline then nibbling his throat, hips
grinding against his teasingly. He moaned and relaxed under her, tilting his
head back and letting her have run of his body. �Have I told you how much I
enjoy your new build?� She asked, tongue tracing the muscle lines of his chest.
�� Fox laughed
a bit in spite of himself, looking at her and grinning. �Not today.�
�� Mm, well I
love it.� She sat back up, straddling him so his hard cock rubbed between her
legs, pinned against his body. �You were great looking before, but now you�re�
refined.� She purred softly, hips rolling.
�� You are
such a tease.�
�� It isn�t
teasing if I make good on it.�
�� Fox groaned
and arched his hips as her damp warmth surrounded him again, closing his eyes
and savoring the feeling. ��Mm, Katt��
�� She groaned
softly, hands resting on his stomach and head bowed, biting her lower lip. He�d
actually been the first canid she�d taken to bed, and she�d grown to appreciate
his shape, the way they fit together so well. She ground into him, purring
softly, smiling when he gasped. He rumbled, hands coming to rest on her thighs,
stroking along her legs, focused on the feeling of her body.
�� Fox�s time
at the academy hadn�t been nearly as eventful as his father�s, for which he was
actually a bit thankful. Sitting in the medic�s office and staring at a glassed
in file that was at least two inches thick, the names obscured, and realizing
that was all the files that belonged to people that had referenced his father
at some point in their medical history had freaked him right the hell out.
McCloud blessing, his ass.
�� But hell,
he�d had a few girlfriends and he liked to think he�d pleased them. Fara had
been the one he�d stuck with the longest before they�d parted ways, and he�d
always sort of figured it wasn�t going to work in the long term. Fara hadn�t
exactly been interested in him for him. Katt, though�
�� Katt arched
her back, muscles tightening around him a little and bringing him sharply back
to reality. He groaned, watching her lift off his body and aching for the loss
of her heat, thrusting up to meet her when she rolled her hips, grinning when
she yowled in surprise. He let her set the speed, panting softly as he paced
her, hands running up her body to trace over her breasts as they moved.
�� She
growled, low and sultry, grinding into him as she leaned forward, catching him
for a kiss that he was only too glad to return. He nibbled into it, hands
stroking down her back and grabbing her ass, rumbling when his forming knot
slipped inside her. Katt yowled and shuddered, clinging to him as she jolted into
a minor orgasm and not arguing when he rolled her under him, wrapping her legs
around his waist and kissing him as he started to thrust, her mewls harmonizing
with his low growls and whines.
�� It was his
whines that spurred her to start moving with him again, hips rocking up against
his, biting one of his shoulders lightly. Fox rumbled and moved with her,
thrusting harder and grinning when she yowled. �Like that?�
�� Gods,
baby!� Katt gasped out, body going rigid under him, arching, claws dragging
into his back as she jolted into another orgasm.
�� Fox tucked
his face into one of her shoulders and groaned, sucking in air at the feel of
her claws and letting it out in another whine. This was almost becoming a kink,
the feel of her claws in harmony with her tight, wet body, the slightest edge
of pain and distant smell of blood. It spoke to him, to some part of his brain
he rarely used, it fueled him. Not quite thinking anymore he rolled roughly off
the bed and stood, arms holding her close, kissing her hungrily as her legs
clung to his waist. A few steps and she was against the wall, planting his
hands alongside her head and pressing them into the wall for leverage, holding
the kiss. Her arms wrapped over his shoulders and clung there, mewling into the
kiss when he started moving then breaking it to laugh helplessly as the
pictures on her wall tumbled to the carpet, bookshelf nearby rattling in
discordant harmony.
�� Any.. ah
fuck� reason� for the position change?� She panted out, head tilting back and
yowling when his half-formed knot nudged inside her, her weight making him
shove in to the hilt, sheath getting pushed back.
�� Because I
felt like it and you love it.� He replied, ducking his head and muffling a wail
into her chest as he drew back, licking as he thrust hard into her, grinning
when she jolted into her third orgasm of the session. He�d been amazed at first
when he�d figured out that he could get her to come multiple times in a night,
now he strove for it because he liked her limp and spent against him. �And I
love that.� He growled that into one
of her ears, grinning again when she shuddered against him, lingering to grind
into her, nipping her ears.
�� Bastard.�
Katt growled and squirmed against him, trapped between him and the wall,
panting at the low throb inside her. �Don�t you dare stop.�
�� You�re fun
to tease.� He replied, kissing her gently on the lips and smiling before
starting to thrust again, fucking her with full intent to leave a feline shaped
dent in the wall, cries harmonizing as she clung to him and he started riding a
knife edge, claws leaving dents in the drywall as he tried to stave off his
looming orgasm, eventually shoving off the wall in favor of dropping to the
floor. She rolled him underneath, spending her frustration at his teasing by
riding him hard, back arched, tight around him. �Fuck� damn, babe, I�m close��
He panted out, arching into her.
�� Good. I
want it, I want to feel it.� She yowled and rolled him back on top, mewling and
clutching him as his quick thrusts tipped her into one last orgasm, quivering
as she felt him arch and lock inside her, his weight collapsing on her as he
came. She held him and purred softly, smiling when he licked of her ears.
�� So, was it
good for you?� He finally asked, laughing weakly.
�� Wiseass.�
She bit one of his shoulders with a growl. �Once we can walk, we need to get
dressed and go eat. I�m starving.�
�� Sounds
like a plan.� He grunted and rolled carefully so she was laying on top of him,
staring at the ceiling. �Anywhere in particular?�
�� Yes. We�re
going to go eat fish on the warf and ogle the roller blading boys that pass
by.� She propped herself on her elbows and contemplated him. �Any protests?�
�� He grinned
in spite of himself. �Works for me.�
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