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A/N: Hey guys, you'd better enjoy this chapter cause I spent a lot of time to make the plot hold for awhile to reveal some storyline. I can't say much else, except that there are a few things in this chapter you've been wondering about. Enjoy!

Warning: This story contains Homosexual Relationships between two men, some light Spooge, Slavery, Science-Fiction, Speculation, Light Specisim, minor humor, and a very in-depth plot. If you're not interested in it now, or disgusted by what you've read thus far, then please, I implore you, go read something else. If you are under the age of 18 , I know I can't force you to go away, but I can strongly reccomend it.

The characters of Jasyn Emitt, Axis Levi, Atlas Levi, Roman Caprius, Daemon Caprius, Frederick Azuma, Lynn Kathow, and all of the minor-main characters, as well as the names of Starfighters, Starcruisers, the species involved, and the title of the story, that is, "Sirius: Book One - The Beginning" are Copyright (c) 2006 Arctic Fox Studios. Any reproduction for resale or personal gain is unlawful, and an intrusion of I, the writer's, individual rights to ownership of intellectual property.

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Chapter 13: Furs of a feather

It had been three days since Jasyn's near-death, and Axis was working as well as he could on his pathogen; while catering to Jasyn's few, but bothersome, requests. Atlas had nothing really to do, being a pilot in his own right; so he strolled the base at leisure. He happened upon a young wolfox as he was walking this morning, and stopped a moment to investigate.

"Damn Axis," grunted the hybrid beneath his breath, "Jasyn would be all over me if he wasn't around."

Atlas smirked. 'So the little prick is into boys too, eh?' he thought, and coughed quietly. The youth turned.

"You're that fox's brother, aren't you? What are you doing spying on me like that?" growled the wolfox kit.

"Hey, calm down. I just caught that you like guys too. He'd never go for you though," sighed Atlas, "you're too spiteful."

Daemon blinked and sighed. "Really? I didn't notice," he said sarcastically, and then turned back. "I don't know what to do. I feel so alone, and it's so hard to find someone good enough to spend time on," he added.

"Well, why do you feel alone?" asked the fox, sitting next to the half-breed.

"Well, I guess it's because my brother's always holding me back. Did you know I don't even have a rank around here? Your little brother is a Lieutenant, and I'm not even part of the resistance. Roman won't let me join up, says it's too dangerous for me," he grumbled.

"And you think it's because you're half fox, right?" asked Atlas with a smirk.

At first, Daemon was going to ask how he knew, but he decided otherwise and instead asked, "What would you think if you were me?"

"Well, I'd think he was trying to protect me. He doesn't want to see you hurt, no matter how much you think he doesn't believe in you. He's responsible for you now, he feels like he's got to take care of you," said Atlas, having heard about this youth.

"I guess," sighed Daemon in defeat. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked.

"Me? Well, everyone calls me Atlas," replied the amber-eyed fox. Atlas was slightly taller than Axis, however he only had the one tail; his eyes weren't oddly hued either, though his hair was similar. It was the same shade of white, and as soft as Axis', but it carried differently, more buoyant and free on him than his brother.

"Daemon Caprius," replied the young wolfox with a sigh.

"Well, Daemon; I can call you that right?" started Atlas. Daemon nodded and he continued. "Well, Daemon, if you're looking for companionship from the same side of the field, I could help you out. I've spoken to any number of foxes around base who would jump at the chance to be with you, and a few of the wolves around here that are your age have been talking a bit too loudly for their own good. You're apparently very well appreciated around here; everyone wants to be with you, kiddo. You've just got to reach out and grab one of them by the short fur."

"But I don't know how to be gay; up until your brother showed up, I'd never thought of another guy like that," sighed Daemon again.

"Oh, ouch! There's no way to be gay, just be yourself and hit on guys. I mean, you could carry yourself differently to look more feminine while you're walking, but otherwise..." trailed Atlas, "...just be you."

Daemon looked up at him and nodded quietly. "You really think that could work?" he asked quizzically, and Atlas smirked.

"You want me to demonstrate? C'mon, follow me," he whispered and got up. The two of them headed to the dining hall area, where most of the people on base got together. Atlas sat down on one the arm of one of the four couches and put his paws on the arm in front of him, leaning forward to rest on them. He flicked his tail and flipped some hair out of his face, looking around the room with a bit of a flirtatious smile.

A wolf started over, then a husky; soon Atlas was surrounded with people, human and Sirian alike. They were eying him while they spoke, but it was fairly obvious they were interested. Atlas waved Daemon over and the younger wolfox sat down next to him, looking meek.

An hour later they left, having made a few acquaintances. "I'm telling you. You've got to practise on that sit of yours. Here, come on back to my room, I'll help you find one that suits you," sighed Atlas, having argued with the young pup.

They went into his quarters and Atlas sat on his bed, striking that pose again, but this time explained it. "See, bringing my arms together like this makes me look conservative, but my tail gives away the fact that I'm looking for someone to dominate me. Leaning forward brings your shoulders back, and makes your tail more visible, so it's easier for people to see that you're looking. The smile has to look inviting though; you have to beckon people over. If I wasn't demonstrating, I very well could have been asleep in some strong husky's arms by now," he explained.

Daemon took mental notes, and asked, "But what if I'm not looking for someone to top me?"

"Well then you need a different pose. You could try a less conservative approach; lean back... you know what, come over and sit down," said Atlas, smiling still.

Daemon did as was asked and sat with his ankles crossed, paws folded in his lap, looking very sweet, but not at all inviting. "I've got my work cut out for me," mumbled Atlas, before he leaned forward and hesitated. "Do you mind if I touch you?" he asked.

Daemon shook his head and Atlas took hold of his wrists, moving them behind the wolfox. "That's better but... let's see if we can't get better still," he said. "Okay, kind of lie on your side, but not really. Put your weight on your right arm and let your left drape over you. Your tail too, let it fall over your legs. Okay now bend your right leg up a bit so that your ankles aren't touching. Now, try to look confident, but not commanding. You don't want to scare away your prey, but interest them, right?"

"O-okay?" stuttered the ice-blue eyed wolfox. "Like, this?" he asked, looking around the room as if he were surrounded by people.

"You know, the pose isn't working for me now. It looks too feminine, like you'd rather have some large-muscled wolf fuck your brains out. Hmm... How about... I know exactly what to do. Okay now, bring your legs back in front of you, rest back on one arm, and drape the other over your lap again. Good, good, now the tail; let it rest in your lap from the other side, perfect," replied Atlas, smiling, "Now look bored, but not too bored. Make yourself seem amused but looking for more. Right there, you've got it."

Daemon looked confident; as though he were sizing up an army, but still relaxed enough to be resting back on one arm. His tail flicked a bit, and it added to the effect. Atlas' dress pants did little to hide his arousal, and he blushed at just the sight. "Erm... very good," he stammered, and then looked away, rubbing his arm a bit. Despite his age, Atlas was still somewhat shy around certain people.

"Thanks, you're not half-bad yourself," said the wolfox with a smirk. Atlas' jaw dropped.

'Did he just hit on me?' he asked himself, before he turned to Daemon, who was now looking very interested in him. "Umm... thanks," replied the fox, still blushing hotly.

"So tell me," started Daemon, tilting his head to the side at the cost of the effect, though the damage had been done, "Are you one of the people on base that want me?"

Atlas blushed again. He had fantasized about it once or twice, but never associated it with wanting to be with the younger male. He coughed. "T-the thought may have crossed my mind, why?" he asked, stammering again.

"Just curious," replied the younger male.

"Oh," added Atlas quietly.

"Well, I guess I'd better be going. Roman's going to kill me as it is," sighed Daemon. Atlas frowned a bit.

"Aww, sorry to keep you out this late and all," apologized the fox.

Daemon stood, easily as tall as Atlas was already, and smiled at him. "Don't be sorry. I enjoyed myself," he said, about a foot from rubbing against the fox. Atlas blushed at the proximity and nodded.

"I guess it all works out in the end then, right?" he said, smiling.

"Well, not quite," smirked the younger Sirian.

"Oh? Was there something more?" asked Atlas casually.

"Only this," smiled Daemon, before pressing into Atlas with a gentle peck. He pulled away, smiled, and said; "Now I'm good. See you Atlas."

Atlas blushed hotly and nodded slightly, blinking a few times. He waved a bit and uttered a quick, "Y-yeah," before the young wolfox walked out the door and left.

"H-how the hell..." whispered Atlas, talking to himself, "... I'll have to keep an eye on him, lest he tries something again. I'll be ready next time." He snickered a bit and walked over to his bed, collapsing onto it with a swoon.

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Axis had enlisted the aid of Doctor Tavok, who incidentally was an expert on autoimmune diseases. They were talking in the dining hall when they caught sight of Atlas, and the young wolfox that had been following Axis around for the past week. The fox was about to run, but stopped when he saw that Daemon was 'being instructed' by Atlas. He smirked, and thought 'watch out Jayse, you might have to defend me again.'

"Anyway, like I was saying. We'd need a sample of Craganii DNA in order to replicate a virus that affects only them; otherwise we could kill off the population entirely," explained Tavok.

"Right. Once we get a sample, do you think you could synthesize a pathogen?" quizzed the fox curiously.

"Well, I'd need to do some work on it, but I might be able to bio-mutate the DNA to hurt rather than help. If we could get the virus into one Crag, then the rest of them would fall ill in days. If we made it a dormant disease, then we could see that it was passed up the ranks until a certain stimulus is applied; say radiation, or a toxin that we can put into their food," she replied.

"So what you're suggesting is a dormant genetic mutation that hooks onto a cell and waits for the stimulus? Sounds like a solid plan, but what if the toxin is poisonous to Sirians aswell? The Crag must have to feed their slaves, so how would we prevent them from dying from the poison?"

"Simple; we engineer the toxin to only be deadly if it comes in contact with the disease. Since we're engineering the virus to ignore Sirian cells, then the Sirians in the palace will be immune to the toxin aswell," replied Tavok, really getting into this plan.

"Okay, so how do we go about infecting the first Craganii?" asked Axis with a quizzical tone.

"Well. The scales from a Craganii are very resilient against energy weapons, as well as pressure. I believe a small dart may be able to break through the scales, and if not, you have to remember that we can still hit them in their oral cavity. If we can get a shot into their mouth, then they'd be as good as dead," answered the doctor.

"Ah, but what about the tactical implications? If we were to go about that, we'd need to sacrifice one of our own. I've heard that the Crag are notoriously good hunters, and would rather die than report a bad hunt. We'd need a way to infect him without knowing, or to sacrifice someone to slavery, possibly death. If it doesn't work, then they'll have gone through it all for nothing. I'm not prepared to do that to anyone," said Axis with a sigh.

"We could always make it transmissible via gas. We set off a gas bomb and infect a group of them. They'd pass the disease on their breath to the others, any kind of contact, and then when the poison hits they'll have no idea what hit them."

"We'll still need to work on a plan to do that. Either way, we need a sample of Crag DNA. I wonder if there's a record in the base computer," responded Axis.

Tavok got up and held out her hand, helping Axis to his feet. "Well, we'll have to work out a plan for that too now won't we?" she said, and Axis chuckled.

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Later that evening, after he had returned to his sleeping lover, Axis lied down in the bed and hugged to Jasyn gently from his left side. Jasyn stirred and yawned awake, looking down at him.

"Hey there, Kit. Are you all right? You know you can tell me anything, right?" asked Jasyn, moving his left arm which had healed from it's dislocated elbow, and petting the back of the violet-eyed fox's head.

"Yeah, I'm fine," said Axis, whose head was resting on Jasyn's chest. He took care to avoid the broken arm, and hugged Jasyn tight again. "I guess I'm just in a cuddly mood tonight. You don't mind do you hun?" he asked.

Jasyn smiled at the word 'hun' and nuzzled the top of Axis' head fur. "Of course I don't mind Kit. You're the one and only person I want to cuddle with," replied the wolf, who hugged the fox tightly in response.

"Thanks hun," said Axis, murring softly. He fell asleep in Jasyn's arms, but neither cared much.

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The cell was dank, damp, and very crowded; it was one of only ten holding cells for the emperor's male slaves. There was very little light, and what little did filter through was enough to illuminate a small patch of space. The disgraced Sirian could hear moans coming from elsewhere in the room and shuddered. Almost two-thirds of the occupants of the cell were foxes, and he was sickened by the fact that they were all around him.

Frederick Azuma sat, miserable and dishonoured, on one of the benches on the wall opposite the door. He felt something warm slosh over his cheek and growled, the foul, sticky fluid falling just short of his lips. He wiped it off his face and continued to sulk. He had patches of matted fur all down his body from stray shots of spunk. 'That last one came from a fox,' he thought absently, and then blinked. 'Oh god, I'm starting to know which species' jizz smells like what,' he shivered a bit at the prospect.

He felt something hard press into his side, and a weight bear down on one of his shoulders, and looked up to see a fox bending over him, a husky pounding into the bitch's ass aggressively. "Ugh! Get off of me!" he shouted, pushing the fox to the ground. Neither of the two missed a beat, and they kept at it right in front of him. "I think I'm going to be sick," he mumbled, diverting his eyes skyward. The entire room reeked of foxes and semen, of bodily wastes and of blood. The first time someone had hit him with their seed, he throttled the man, drawing blood from one of their shoulders. He'd given up on making a point since then. That was two days ago, and he was getting hungry. He eyed a wolf absently from across the room, and sighed softly. 'How did I manage to get into this mess?' he thought to himself, and heard another moan as the fox at his feet came hard, soaking his foot paws. "Ugh," was all he said.

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Jasyn growled a bit as they were peeling the cast off. His fur was being pulled out, even though they had shaved it. He whimpered slightly, and was thankful that the break was in the lower part of his arm. In his leg he had broken the Sirian equivalent of his femur, and he dreaded the pull that that would cause. Luckily, though, the coating of lubricant they had applied had made it so less fur was pulled from his thigh. He groaned a bit and whimpered as a few hairs were uprooted. "Aaah!" he cried, before the cast had been removed.

"Okay, try moving your arm," suggested Tavok.

Jasyn complied by moving his arm in a quick shoulder rotation. He bent it at the elbow, flicked his wrist, manipulated all of his fingers, and smiled up at the woman. "It's a bit stiff, but I don't feel any pain. Could definitely use a workout, mind you, but otherwise, I feel fine," said Jasyn happily.

"I see. Okay, now your leg," added the woman. Again, Jasyn did as he was asked.

He moved his leg from side to side, bent it at the knee, brought his heel flush with his rump, and wiggled his toes cutely. Axis chuckled a bit at Jasyn's amusement, and the doctor sighed. "Any pain?" she asked.

Jasyn shook his head again and smiled. "I feel wonderful, like I could take on the entire universe and come out on top," Jasyn gloated, and Axis leaned in and whispered into his ear.

"You're only on top when I'm on bottom, wolf," taunted Axis quietly, before looking up at the doctor. "So what's the verdict doctor?" asked the young fox, and looked at Jasyn's leg.

"Well, he'll need some exercise, but he should be fine. The micro-imager scans don't show any breaks or fractures at all though, as if they never happened. Frankly, he could play a game of tennis and fall down a couple times before I can see it breaking again," replied the woman with a curious look, "I'm really surprised at how quickly you Sirians heal, it's only been, what, twelve days? And a Sirian day is shorter than one on Earth. It's only been around nine days on Earth."

Jasyn smiled and looked up at Axis. "So, does that mean I'm free to my own devices?" asked Jasyn, making the fox blush a bit.

"Oh, by all means. I have no medical reason to keep you here. If you have any pain, please report it to me," replied the doctor with a smile.

Jasyn smiled and Axis leaned down to give the wolf's neck an affectionate lick. He murred with satisfaction before the fox briefly stopped lapping at the wolf's neck. "Thank you doctor," said Axis, before pulling Jasyn by the paw out of the infirmary.

They quickly made their way to their room, and Axis immediately pinned Jasyn to the wall beside the door. Jasyn smiled and gave a teasing lick to the fox's nosepad. "Is my Kit a little pent up?" he asked with fake concern, smirking.

Axis latched back onto Jasyn's neck and suckled a bit on the wolf's trachea. "Mmf, looks like it," Jasyn answered himself, letting his paws roam to the base of the fox's tails.

Axis groaned just as Atlas and Daemon walked into the room, probably to give the wolf their regards. Atlas smirked and Daemon blushed a little, but they watched the two for a few moments, silently. Jasyn opened his right eye and coughed. "Um, we've got company," he said, giving Axis' rump an affectionate squeeze before moving his paws.

Axis' eyes snapped open and he quickly straightened up and blushed towards the two intruders. "Um, h-hi," he stammered.

Jasyn smirked and pulled Axis into another hug, letting his kit's head rest on his chest. Axis looked over at the two as he hugged Jasyn back, smiling. "Hey you two, haven't seen much of either of you," said Jasyn with his characteristic cocky smile.

Atlas smirked back and Daemon continued to blush a bit, before they moved further into the room. "We just came by to see how you were doing; and as we can see, you're feeling much better," taunted the amber-eyed fox. Axis and Jasyn had moved over to the bed and Jasyn's back was against the wall, holding his kit from behind.

"Yeah, much better. What can I say? I'm a fast healer," smiled Jasyn, moving to rest his head on Axis' right shoulder. Atlas took a seat on one of the chairs in the room, and Daemon took to lounging against the bedside table, looking very confident with himself. It had been two days since that first kiss with Atlas, and he was feeling very pleased with himself right now.

Atlas smiled and shook his head, "Well, in ancient legend, a fox's tears are supposed to be very healing Jasyn. Axis was doing a lot of crying when we found you, remember."

"You buy into that myth, Atlas?" blinked Axis, cuddling back into his mate. He could feel that Jasyn was rather horny, and did his best to make the wolf uncomfortable. "I've never believed that one," he added.

Atlas smirked, "Well of course I buy into it. You remember that time I was locked in the freezer back on the Falchion? I swear I'd have died if you hadn't found me and cried like you did. God those tears felt so good against my frozen fur," murred Atlas, causing the younger of the two foxes to blush a bit.

Daemon just chuckled. "So I see I'm not the only one who gets embarrassed around here," chuckled the youngest of the four. Axis grumbled a bit and one of the notes on the dresser fell to the floor.

"I'll get that," said Atlas, being the closest to it. As the elder fox reached for it, the note jumped out of his range and he grumbled. He reached again and it flew itself back up.

"Get what?" asked Axis, smirking.

"Really, not funny," grumbled Atlas, who, besides Jasyn, was the only person who knew about Axis' full abilities.

"Wait, what?" asked Daemon, looking between the two.

"Nevermind," said Atlas, who sat back down.

"So, I hear they're putting some of those barrier emitters on the fighters, eh?" said Jasyn, lifting his head to look down at his Kit. Axis looked back up and stuck his tongue out.

"Yeah, they've managed to get a third of the ships modified already, thanks to those two," said Axis, pointing at the others. Jasyn smirked.

"Just remember to account for the wingspan. You'll need to put an emitter on the tip of each wing, right?" Jasyn reminded them.

"Yeah, we're already accounting for the changes," said Atlas, grinning triumphantly. After awhile he added, "Well, we'd better get going. I promised Roman I'd have his little brother here home at a decent hour."

Daemon snickered. "Around you, there's no decency about it," he mocked, sticking his tongue out this time.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't forget about rule three; never stick your tongue out unless you're prepared to use it," said Atlas with a chuckle.

"Who said I wasn't going to use it?" started Daemon, before he leaned down and gave a subtle lap at Atlas' cheek. The fox blushed a bit.

Axis blinked and chuckled. "Aww, look at the happy couple," taunted the younger fox.

Atlas shot him a death glare, and Jasyn chuckled and added, "They look so cute!" with a slight, fake lisp.

Daemon chuckled and got up, "C'mon dear, it's almost time for me to be back," taunted Daemon with a snicker, and Atlas blushed vibrant shades of red, making his fur look somewhat pink.

"I hate you, I hate you all," grumbled the older fox, before getting up and heading out the door. Daemon chuckled and looked back, over his shoulder.

"See ya' guys!" he said, with a wink, and then vanished.

"Well, that was the weirdest encounter of my life," stated Jasyn, hugging the fox gently. Axis murred softly and pressed back again; the wolf's arousal had disappeared, but it was only fitting.

"I'm tired, hun," said Axis, yawning slightly. It was late in the Sirian day, and neither of them had gotten much sleep. Jasyn kissed the fox's cheek and smiled.

"Then let's go to sleep, Kit," he said, and slowly slipped off his shirt. Axis got up and did the same, and a few minutes later they were cuddled together, spooning under the covers, with Axis in back.

"I love you," said the fox, nuzzling into the back of one of Jasyn's ears. Jasyn smiled slightly and cuddled back against his Kit.

"I love you so much more," he said, and gently started to succumb to the realm of sleep.

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So, I havent been getting any comments on why I named the characters the way I did. Okay, I'm holding a quiz. The first two fursons to get the answer to the question right, gets a cameo appearance in the next book under whatever character name and large-canine species he or she so desires.

The question is: Atlas and Axis' names are related in what way?

Comments are REQUIRED if you wish to be entered. As well as the first two people who get the answer right getting a cameo, anyone who gets the answer right will get original story art from I, the writer, depicting the two characters mentioned here, as well as a Bio of them and a picture of the Earth and Sirian fleet uniforms that they both wear in this book of the story. Only one guess per person, and I'll be taking the first guess I see. I can only think of two possible options though.

If that isn't incentive enough, I've also got some ship specs for the Sirian fighters, as well as a drawing of the M.P.N.L-T.A.E.A.S. Exoskeletal Armour Suit, that are available to the first person who can tell me from whom Daemon and Roman are decended.

;) Like I said, I'm creative when I want to be.