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This story was written for Luke Flames. It contains M/M sexual acts between consenting adults, as well as some dark drama.

One Last Night

Artemis smiled as the dalmatian slipped into his arms. They kissed. The elevator hummed around them, and as the fox smooched and nuzzled affectionately against the dog wrapped around him, the fingers of his right hand toyed with the keycard of the hotel room for which they were headed. About half way up, the elevator doors opened and a couple of ladies in smart gowns giggled at the sight which greeted them. The dog whined and blushed as he pulled away from the kiss nervously, but Artemis just smiled at those who had caught them.

"Going up, ladies?"

His voice was soft and calm despite his heart-beat having quickened from the kiss. His eyes were deep and warm as he regarded the pair still standing beyond the elevator doors, and he nodded simply as they shook their head and gestured downward. After that, he paid them no more heed, and even before the door began to slide shut again Artemis had his arms wrapped around Calvin once more. The dalmatian gasped and his cheeks began to flush brighter beneath the white of his fur, but he made no attempt to stop Artemis' renewed advance, and by the time the door closed again the two males' tongues were flicking out at one another between parted lips once more.

They parted only when they reached their floor, not the penthouse but the floor directly below it, comprising several large suites rather than regular rooms. The fox took Calvin's hand within his own, slipping the keycard to his left paw in a smooth, fluid motion as he did so, and led him boldly down the corridor now opened up before them. As they walked, the dalmatian murmured bashfully to his companion.

"I... s-sorry if I seemed embarrassed back then. It wasn't you. I'm not... a-ashamed. Of this, I mean."

He squeezed Artemis' hand in his own, and Artemis squeezed back. He paused in his tracks, turned, and looked the dalmatian in the eye. His own voice, calm and tender once again, soothed the slightly nervous dog's worries.

"It's okay. You don't need to explain yourself to me. Just... relax. Let's both just enjoy tonight for whatever we want it to be. Anything else can wait until... after."

Artemis beamed warmly as the dalmatian seemed to relax, his face filled with gratitude and relief at the fox's response. He nodded, and as Artemis nodded back they began to walk once more to the fox's room.

The keycard slipped into the lock and out again in a split-second, and with a firm click from within the door's lock released and allowed the pair entry. They stepped inside, breaking hands and thus removing all contact for basically the first time since they'd left the bar, and as Artemis began to remove his suit jacket Calvin did the same.

"Get comfortable. If you want another drink, the mini-bar here is all inclusive."

Artemis took both jackets and moved towards the hallway closet which this impressive suite possessed, leaving the dalmatian to go and explore on his own. As soon as Calvin was out of sight though it was his own jacket which Artemis hung up first, holding the other man's attire close to himself as he began to search its interior pockets. His sharp ears kept track on what was happening in the suite, the gentle sound of the mini-bar's refrigerated seal being broken followed by the gentle clinking of glassware being moved around, and he smiled as at the exact same moment as Calvin called out to him, he plucked the dalmatian's wallet from its pocket.

"I'm just gonna have a coke. Do you want me to pour something for you, too?"

Taking the dog's ID from his wallet, Artemis scanned it quickly with sharp and focused eyes. At the same time he called out in a voice with casual warmth that seemed entirely mismatched with his actions, yet perfectly natural in tone if taken without a look at his otherwise disciplined appearance.

"The same, yeah. Thanks."

They had bonded at the bar over their drink orders. Or rather, the lack of alcohol within them. They must have been two of the only folks at the hotel bar that night not at least having a little liquor, but that was okay. Artemis appreciated a man who didn't need booze to find the confidence to flirt, or to accept a proposition from him, and it was always easier when he didn't have to try and neutralise the effects of a couple of drinks on his system before getting to work.

After just a few more seconds, maybe fifteen or twenty in total since Calvin had arrived at the mini-bar, Artemis seemed satisfied with the contents of Calvin's wallet. He replaced it all precisely where it had been, ensuring that it was slipped back into his jacket pocket facing the exact same direction and orientation as before, then finally and swiftly hung it up beside his own.

By the time the fox emerged out into the main living space of the suite, tastefully decorated without too many knick-knacks, Calvin was just sitting down upon one of the two large cream couches in the centre of the room. Upon the table before him was a glass bottle of coke half emptied into a tumbler, and close by a second unopened bottle sat with another empty glass. Beaming, Artemis flopped down beside the dalmatian. Rather than going for his drink however, he put an arm around the dog immediately. After all, the fox might have invited Calvin up here for a drink somewhere more private and quiet, but neither one of them were naive enough to have thought for even a moment that drinks were to be the first order of business.

Drawing their bodies closer upon the couch, their heads turned and soon the two men were kissing anew. Making out more deeply and urgently than they had in the elevator, and in Artemis' case with a hand already roaming over the front of his companion's white shirt, fingers teasing their way between buttoned sections to caress the snowy white, black spotted fur beneath. In turn one of Calvin's hands cupped the fox's rusty red furred face, wordlessly begging for their kiss to continue as lips smacked, noses nuzzled and tongues teased and flicked out across the other man's muzzle.

"O-oh. God..."

The kiss only ended when Calvin stiffened slightly in his seat, breaking their lip-lock with a whimper of pleasure as he felt Artemis' hand move down from where it had been teasing at his stomach, instead falling upon one thigh and rubbing. Stroking. Teasing its way northward upon the smooth fabric of the dalmatian's navy suit trousers until finally it met with what it had been seeking all along. A bulge slightly lifting the fabric of that leg, and one which twitched in a living, vital manner as the fox's fingers grew ever closer to it.

Artemis growled happily to himself as he felt the other man's arousal, and knew now that he had him right where he wanted him.

Calvin was a good kisser.

He was smart from what conversation they'd had thus far. He was friendly and likeable, and undeniably cute. And from the feel of things, he wasn't at all poorly endowed.

Tonight was going to be a fun night, and for that Artemis was glad. He hated having to fake interest in dull or unappealing people for the sake of his job. It was so much more difficult to make someone open up, to get them to leave themselves vulnerable, if he had to struggle and fight just to stay awake while they spoke. On nights like those he was almost glad when he finally was able to complete the job, if only so it could be over with a little faster. But on nights like today, Artemis knew he would be able to have a little fun first. To enjoy himself, and to let Calvin hopefully enjoy himself too.

After all, not knowing what the dalmatian had done to end up on his list meant Artemis had no reason not to let Calvin enjoy one last night, before the fox completed his job.

"Can I?"

Artemis growled softly as he rubbed more firmly at the bulge in Calvin's trousers, his hand slipping away from that twitching, straining patch of fabric and the arousal that lay within to run itself over the dalmatian's belt.

With a whimper and another rosy-cheeked blush, Calvin nodded and moaned his assent. The fox grinned.

One last night of fun and pleasure for this dalmatian, utterly unaware that at Artemis' hands he would be dead before dawn.

***********

Off came the belt. Artemis knew he could have done it right then. He could so easily have slipped the dalmatian's belt off, leapt up and over the back of the couch, only to use the belt as the implement of his craft. Using it to not only close up the dog's windpipe, but with the right angle also to slow blood-flow up the carotid artery enough to deprive the brain of the oxygen already flowing around his body. But, that would have been far too sloppy a method for Artemis' liking. It would no doubt involve the dalmatian struggling, and while he seemed no match for Artemis' lean but immensely toned and expertly trained frame it would only take one lucky punch, one lunge with adrenaline fuelled power to allow Calvin to grab one of those coke bottles and provide himself with an improvised weapon of his very own.

The dog's trousers slid down to rest around his ankles, shoes kicked off, bare paws pushing his clothes down the rest of the way. Underwear followed, and as Artemis slid off the couch and placed himself down between Calvin's legs, he growled hungrily at the sight which awaited him. Looking up, he saw Calvin's cock. Red, swollen, its head pointed at the tip and its base already slightly more thick than the rest, his knot already beginning to engorge with blood. This man was probably either the exact same size or perhaps a fraction of an inch larger than himself, and that pleased Artemis. He'd be with men, women, anyone regardless of gender if it meant completing a job, but when it came to purely personal preference Artemis was a man of simple tastes. He preferred bodies that didn't stray too far into extremes. Not too bulky, but not too skinny either. Not too small, but equally not too obscenely large when it came to breasts or cocks or whatever the target in question possessed around their intimate regions.

A nice six inch cock however... that was perhaps Artemis' idea of perfection. Big enough to wrap a whole hand around, but small enough to fit inside a muzzle without too much hassle.

Beyond the dalmatian's cock of course, there was the rest of his body. Even now Calvin was continuing to aid the fox, unbuttoning his own shirt bashfully as he readied himself to discard the last of his clothes. With a tender moan and a growl of approval from Artemis, he did just that. He tossed aside his loosened tie and shucked off his shirt, leaving himself naked as the fox's own hands rubbed at his bare thighs and the warm, damp breath of Artemis' muzzle washed over his twitching crotch. They looked at one another over the dalmatian's straining shaft, and both men blushed happily.

Gently, carefully, Artemis slid one hand up Calvin's right thigh until it was practically cupping the dog's balls. A few seconds later there was no two ways about it, and he watched the dalmatian tense up, ass lifting ever so slightly off the couch while his tail thumped at it with eager wagging strokes. His hand squeezed, caressed the furred flesh. So warm. Plump and ready. Calvin whined, toes curling where they were at rest either side of the spot on which Artemis knelt, and gave a sharp, strangled yelp when mere moments later the fox seemed to lunge forward and in a single motion engulfed Calvin's cock.

Immediately one of the dalmatian's hands came to rest upon Artemis' head. A natural reaction, but one which alongside the arousal and desire it provoked within the fox also made him tense up and ready himself for a fight. It had happened before. Putting himself up against a more knowing and tested target, early in his career when he was arrogant and overconfident in his ability to act normal. To act like anything other than a cold, emotionless killer. Even back then seduction had already become his primary method of plying his craft, but on that night he had very nearly ended his then young and burgeoning career with an unceremonious death.

He'd been suckling and bobbing upon the older lion, working his tongue around the plump middle aged man's barbed tip and rather enjoying the gentle tugging of fingers at his hair, when all of a sudden a pistol barrel had pressed itself to his right temple.

Needless to say though the lion had made mistakes of his own, perhaps due in no small part to the volumes of pleasure surging through his body in that moment, or the volumes of alcohol that Artemis had plied him with earlier that night. He should have taken his cock out of the fox's maw before putting the gun to his head, and he paid for it. He paid dearly, and swiftly, and painfully for that error. And the fox himself... he simply came away from that night with a few more bad memories to add to the list, and a mental reminder of why as much as he enjoyed giving oral to this very day, he couldn't ever fully devote himself to one while the person he was giving it to had a hand upon his head.

There was no malice in Calvin's actions of course. He didn't even really take hold of Artemis' head at all, just stroking and tousling the fox's short hair as his own head lolled back upon the couch, muzzle slightly open and tongue hanging out in obvious pleasure. In fact, for such a handsome man Artemis was kind of surprised by how strongly Calvin was reacting to this blow-job. He was good, no doubting that, but the strength and the swiftness of the dalmatian's reaction suggested something more than just talent was driving the swift and wild response of his body.

Curious, and still in no huge rush to complete the final portion of his task, Artemis pulled back to tease Calvin a little more. To get the male dog even more worked up than was already the case. He swapped his muzzle for a hand, reaching to the base of the dalmatian's cock and ever so gently squeezing at the swelling, increasingly thick and tender knot developing there. Calvin yelped and his face burned crimson, and Artemis grinned up at him, licking his lips as he watched a drizzle of pre-cum begin to run down the underside of the dog's throbbing erection.

"You been busy the last few days? Seems like you've got a lot of pent up... well... something, inside you."

Calvin shuddered and nibbled on his bottom lip.

"Is it... a-ah... is it really that obvious?"

Artemis said nothing, simply planting a teasing kiss on the very tip of the dalmatian's cock and letting his yelp of response act as his answer. The dog's face burned brighter and brighter still, and he whined in obvious arousal as he nodded to the man kneeling between his legs.

"Not to make a big deal of things, I know this is just a bit of fun, b-but... this is my first time-..."

For a split-second Artemis' eyes widened, the fox feeling a rare surge of absolute surprise. It soon passed however as Calvin continued.

"-...since I broke up with my... w-well, that doesn't really matter. Safe to say though, I... I'm glad I'm here. Glad I'm with you. S-sharing this. So, if I seem a bit... eager? It's because I am."

Artemis still didn't speak a word. Indeed he just went back to work without hesitation, proving to Calvin what was totally true. Nothing that the dog could have said right then would have made any difference to the outcome of that evening. Absolutely nothing. He swallowed the dalmatian's cock up once more, hand still rubbing and squeezing at Calvin's knot, and began to work it a little faster than before. A more firmly, perhaps even slightly rough in his treatment of the male's shaft with his hungry muzzle. The reaction was profound, and practically immediate.

After about ten seconds of that more frantic suckling and slurping, Calvin let slip several loud and piercing yelps. About five seconds after that his hand finally gripped more firmly and forcefully at Artemis' fur upon his head, and not long at all after that his back arched, his toes curled down into the carpeted floor of the suite, and with a rattling howl the dalmatian began to cum.

Artemis swallowed with ease every drop that the dog had to offer. He rather enjoyed tasting the cum of others, particularly when it was so rich and sweet as was the case with this man. Even now though, even as he drained the dog's balls and granted him the boundless pleasure of an orgasm at his muzzle's behest, he felt not a shred of guilt. Not a twinge of regret or sorrow for what he was going to do to Calvin when their night together was over, and peacefully, placidly the dalmatian fell into the last post-coital slumber he would ever have to endure. It wasn't that he had disconnected, that his sleeping with and killing the dalmatian were entirely separate in his conscious mind or anything sociopathic like that. But, he was going to kill Calvin either way, whether his last night on this earth was fun or absolute hell. And thus, if Artemis considered himself to be anything but a complete asshole, why the hell wouldn't he try to let the dog have some fun first?

No sooner had Calvin ceased cumming, barely seconds after the last ribbon of his seed had dribbled its way out onto Artemis' tongue, the dalmatian joined the fox upon the floor. He knelt beside the male, and expectantly tapped the seat from which he had just slid. Artemis raised a playful eyebrow, but left it to Calvin to respond before speaking himself.

"Your turn."

Artemis smirked. It wasn't that Calvin seemed insincere in his desire to return the favour, but the speed with which he'd done it, the urgency that even now lingered upon his features betrayed a certain... expectation. Or rather, it betrayed that he was acting under the expectations of someone else. Someone who wasn't here.

The fox kissed Calvin. He kissed the dalmatian long and deep, a more passionate and potent kiss than any they had shared thus far, and as their lips met and their tongues tangled once more he reached out and grasped both of the dog's hands within his own. They were shaking. Not in anticipation. Not in lust. They were shaking with a feeling that Artemis now realised he could sense building more and more prominently in Calvin the more they made out. Inwardly the fox frowned. This wasn't how things were meant to be going. He was trying to get the dalmatian calm and soothed and at peace, not worked up and nervous as he apparently seemed.

"Hey."

He withdrew. He looked into Calvin's eyes, and for a moment saw something that made him deeply concerned. Fear.

Had he been found out? Had this man known all along, and only now with the edge of his arousal taken off was he beginning to display the worry of knowing that he was sharing a room with a contract killer?

Or... was something else at play here? Something of which he knew nothing, but which might well be complicating his task.

"Hey... what's wrong? Are... did I... do something? Say something?"

Calvin frowned, obviously deeply frustrated that his worry was visible to the fox.

"N-no. It's nothing."

Artemis snorted.

"It's clearly not. C'mon. I might just be a random hookup, but that doesn't mean I don't care."

Of course he didn't care. Or at least, he had no intention of doing so. He was here for a job, nothing more. But, if a little catharsis on top of a nice long fuck was what Calvin needed to relax and settle himself to a state where Artemis could handle him safely, then so be it.

"So... tell me. I'm not gonna kick you out. I'm not gonna judge. I just want you to feel good. I just want you to feel comfortable."

It was quite clear that Calvin was anything but comfortable with the direction the evening's conversation had taken, however. He shook his head at first, and it was only when Artemis gave his hands a gentle squeeze and fixed the dog with a rather more intense stare than he had expected to use at any point in the evening that Calvin finally relented.

He sighed. A deep sigh that had a slight but undeniable shudder buried within it.

"I'm just... not used to being with someone who doesn't have an ulterior motive."

Artemis felt a twinge of something. Not guilt, he had no time for guilt, no place in his work for guilt. But... based on what he could remember from his younger days, before he'd been trained out of such pointless and self-destructive emotional thinking, it sure as hell felt a little like guilt.

"T-the last relationship I was in. Fuck, I... I can't believe I'm telling you this. So much for a casual night together. But, yeah, the last guy I was with... I was with him for several years, and... they weren't the most fun ever. He was rich, and he made me feel so special at first. But, after I moved in with him, after I married him... even before, probably, I started to notice things about him. About how he treated me. And, the more I noticed them, the more I pushed back, thinking that maybe they were just bad habits. That I could try to make him a better person."

Shaking his head, a low growl escaped the dalmatian's muzzle, the white of his teeth showing for just a moment or so in pure and unfettered anger.

"He didn't like that. And after that, he began to push back against me. To control me more and more so I didn't even have chances to see if I could change his behaviour. And I loved him so much, cared for him so much, I didn't even notice it happening. I ignored it. Laughed it off even when I was reduced to tears by him."

There were new, fresh tears in Calvin's eyes as he spoke of his past sorrows. Tears that betrayed not just how deeply this thread of emotion ran within him, but how far he had already stepped away from his initial plan of not even mentioning any of this drama from his past. They were of sorrow yes, but also frustration at their very presence. He tried to tug his hands away from Artemis' own to wipe them away, but whined as he entirely failed to wrench his arms free from the surprisingly strong fox. Instead, Artemis let go himself, and used his thumbs to wipe away the glistening trails making their way down through the fluff of the dalmatian's cheeks.

"He never hit me. That would have made it too easy for me to realise what a bastard he was being. He manipulated me. Twisted everything I said so that it served him, a-and... and when I did anything that didn't fit exactly what he expected of me, he made me feel like absolute dogshit. And that was just in our everyday lives. W-when it came to more intimate stuff? Bedroom stuff... that was where he truly excelled in being cruel. It took me months to notice. To realise what he'd been doing to me every time we were in bed together. Leveraging everything I said. Everything I did. E-even there. Even when it came to fucking."

The dalmatian growled savagely once again, and looked up at Artemis with frustration and sorrow, so upset at himself for unloading all of this onto the fox but unable to stop now that he'd started to say all these things for the first time.

"He'd pleasure me first. Every. Single. Time. A-and then... when I tried to return the favour, he'd ask why I hadn't done it quicker. Sooner. Why I hadn't gone first. He'd ask me if I really loved him. If I cared at all. He'd mope and moan and say that I was just here for his money. F-for his fucking house and fast cars and all that fucking bullshit. A-and then, when I begged him to believe me, to let me show him how much I really loved him... he'd smile like it was the most gracious and selfless thing in the world, and say he could give me another chance. But... I couldn't just pleasure him. It wasn't about sex. There were always other things. Favours. T-things he needed me to do in the coming days. Weeks. Taking up all my time doing things he asked. Things he wanted. A-and if I skimped or missed even one of them... he'd always remember. He'd push me away the next time he'd lured me into bed and pleasured me, a-and then..."

Calvin's hands were clenched into tight fists by now, and resting upon his own lap, so too were Artemis' own.

"...then he'd tell me how selfish I was. How if he didn't love me so much, h-he'd ask for a divorce to escape my cruelty. He'd sit there stone cold with his cock hard the whole time, and tell me how terrible a person I was, and it was only when I begged, when I cried and screamed and demanded he give me another chance, t-that he'd relent, and then... with me crying, dismayed, horrified and disgusted by myself... then he'd let me suck his cock."

Artemis closed his eyes for a moment.

In that single moment, he pictured himself calmly walking into the house of that man. Of the one responsible for all of Calvin's sorrows and his obvious hang-up that had resulted from it

He imagined him walking into some room. It didn't matter which.

The man was alone. Maybe watching TV. Maybe reading a book. Maybe smoking a cigar and drinking scotch. Maybe masturbating, something he wasn't used to doing until recently when his husband had left him.

He imagined an arm rapidly twisting around the man's neck. Grabbing him in a choke hold before he could react to the stranger's presence. Another arm bracing itself against the side of his head as he tried to struggle.

There would be no delay. No drawing it out. No torture, much as he deserved it.

Artemis' eyes snapped open again a fraction of a second later, and his fingers twitched slightly in muscle-memory as he imagined with visceral detail that man's neck snapping.

But... all that was fantasy. And it would remain as such. Artemis was no murderer. No emotionally driven maniac. He was a contract killer. A hit-man. And his current target wasn't some perfect paragon either. His target wasn't the innocent and faultless figure his story made him seem to be. He was a thief. He'd stolen assets worth millions from the man who'd put the hit out on him, and...

"E-even after I left... he made my life hell. I couldn't go outside without being harassed by Private Investigators. Even when I got a restraining order, he found ways around it. A-and... last month, when I finally divorced him after years in court, w-when I finally found myself free from his influence, the first thing I did was buy a plane ticket with some of the money I got in the divorce. In cash, of course. A-and... fly as far away from him as possible. To here. To this city, a-and... after a while, this hotel."

Calvin shook his head as Artemis just stared at him, now openly dumbfounded and stunned by all he'd heard.

"But, it seems like I'm still not over it. No surprise really. I should probably talk to someone. A-and... I mean, a professional. So I don't ruin any more incredible hook-ups by breaking down and telling my life story."

Artemis blinked a few times. He took a couple of deep breathes and swallowed thickly. He frowned, and then, after a few more seconds of silence, he asked a single question of the dalmatian. And as he did so, a number flashed through his mind.

'Twelve point eight-six million.'

"I... I hope you got your share of the divorce money from that fucking bastard."

Calvin chuckled dryly.

"Oh, I did. Apparently the Judge went on record saying he would have given me more, had there been legal grounds to do so."

Artemis nodded slowly.

"I... I really hope you don't mind me asking this, but... how much did you get?"

The dog did frown at that question, and he gave Artemis a look that was perhaps one of slight disappointment. He sighed, but to the fox's simultaneous relief and dismay, he answered.

And of course Artemis already knew what that answer was going to be.

"Twelve million, eight hundred and sixty thousand dollars."

Fuck.

Fuck.

Artemis mind reeled, though his body did not react in the slightest.

He was the one.

The one who had put the hit out on Calvin. The one who wanted this man dead for stealing from him. For robbing him of precisely twelve million, eight hundred and sixty thousand dollars. It was Calvin's ex-husband.

This dalmatian had done nothing wrong.

Nothing worth being killed over.

Nothing worth paying to kill him over.

And yet... he still had to do it.

He was bound by his code. By the practices and rules he had grown up his whole life following. Once payment was made and a contract was signed, it was the contractor's duty to carry it out at all costs.

His duty.

But, how could he do that duty knowing that it was... wrong. Morality so rarely came into his decision making, but on the occasions when it had in the past, it had been to his advantage. Discovering that his targets were child molesters. Murderers themselves. Extortionists. Drug barons. Slum lords.

This, though?

Calvin wasn't a rapist. He wasn't a murderer. He wasn't even a thief.

He had been given that money legally. He had suffered for it. Far more than any person should have to suffer.

And even if Artemis twisted his views to their most extreme, and tried to tell himself that he was freeing Calvin from the still encroaching clutches of his ex-husband; saving him from continued harassment and exploitation by that vindictive bastard... he wasn't sure if he believed it.

"Calvin, I..."

Artemis started to speak without thinking. His eyes bulged. He never did that. He never spoke, never acted without knowing exactly where his train of thought was leading him and whomsoever he was dealing with. His voice wasn't calm. Wasn't soothing and tender. It was strained and ragged with emotion of his own.

The dalmatian whined as he saw the fox's obvious distress, and shook his head in sorrow.

"I... I shouldn't have said anything. Maybe I should just g-get my clothes and..."

Before Calvin could even turn away from the fox though, before he could rise up from his knees, still resting naked before the mostly clothed form of Artemis, he felt strong hands grasping at his own once more. He felt himself being knocked backwards, pushed down to the carpeted floor as Artemis pinned him down by the wrists, straddling his bare, vulnerable body. He cried out in shock, in confusion at the fox's violent actions, and then...

Artemis kissed him deeply, leaning down over his trembling figure and pressing his lips so fiercely, so forcefully to the dalmatian's lips that Calvin could feel the other man shaking against his muzzle. The dog opened his eyes. He saw large tearful hues staring feverishly down at him, and as his hands rose up and shakily began to remove Artemis' shirt, he blushed as the fox begged him for one thing, and one thing alone tonight.

"F-forget about him. Tonight... j-just for tonight... please, let me help you forget that cruel motherfucker ever existed as a part of your life."

***********

"Oh. O-ohhhh... yes..."

Tears were long forgotten by the time Calvin collapsed face-down into the soft sheets of the suite's king size bed, arms giving out as the fox lying over him, cock buried deep inside his ass quickened the pace of his humping.

"Artemis. P-please... I... ohh god, fuck!"

The fox's arms were wrapped around Calvin's midsection. One cuddling and clutching tenderly at the soft furred belly of the dalmatian, the other wrapped around his cock, pumping and squeezing its knot in time with the deep, rapid humping of Artemis' own member already locked deep inside the tight ass of the dog. He gurgled loudly into the bedding beneath him. Unable to move in his pleasure. Unable to stop the crashing pleasure from building and overwhelming him, and not wanting to do so in the slightest.

More than an hour had passed since he'd peeled Artemis' clothes off and finally buried his face between the fox's legs. More than an hour since he had resolved to count himself lucky that he hadn't scared the fox away and just try to enjoy the rest of tonight for whatever it could still be salvaged as. And god, was he glad he'd made that choice. It hadn't just been salvaged. It hadn't just been saved from catastrophe. It was almost like his opening up to the fox had changed something. Awoken something inside that other man. Because now, Artemis wasn't just happy to be here with him. He wasn't just eager to pleasure and share in that pleasure with Calvin. He was driven, focused on pushing their pleasure to greater and greater extremes as though their very lives depended on it.

Calvin had never known a lover like this before. He'd met his ex-husband fresh out of college, and his only experiences in his college years had been casual. Pleasurable yes, but never deep and meaningful. This, however... one night stand or not, was something unique. Filled with such emotion, such depth of feeling behind every action, it was driving him crazy.

"Cum in me..."

He whined happily, feeling the hand upon his own member quickening its pace as he begged. Heightening the already overwhelming pleasure of the reach-around he was receiving to such extremes that his engorged knot ached with the intensity.

"A-Artemis! Please. Please! Aa-aaaahhh god. God yes , I... I'm..."

Hot streaks of his cum lashed out onto the bed below, and both men howled together as Calvin felt the hot streaks of Artemis' own cum lashing out deep inside his stretched and knotted rump.

The night didn't end there, though. After that, Calvin could gladly have fallen into a deep and peaceful sleep to carry him all the way through till morning, but Artemis wouldn't let him. They made out, even as they lay together with their bodies still interlocked by the fox's knot. They kissed and moaned and cuddled one another until before Calvin knew it he was blushing and moaning and hard again. His head span as he found the two of them sitting in the bed together, upright with Artemis behind him, beneath him, still locked and knotted inside his ass, but simply rocking his hips back and forth while upon his lap Calvin whined and blushed as they cuddled, talked about silly nothings, and the fox's paw stroked the dalmatian to yet another orgasm.

The digital clock upon the suite's bedside table glowed 3AM by the time Calvin felt Artemis' cock soften to the extent where it could finally slide from his well worked and loosened ass. By 3:15 however the dalmatian was whimpering and blushing with a whole new intensity as he slid himself into Artemis' own ass, and by 3:30 it was his engorged knot holding them together while his hand stroked Artemis' knot, the two of them lying face to face this time, fox on the bottom as Calvin kissed him with both a frenzied eagerness and a weary but tender passion all at once.

"Don't stop..."

Artemis growled tenderly to the dog as he saw the dalmatian's eyelids fluttering a short while later, orgasm rushing towards him as he humped at the fox's ass.

"Cum with me. M-make me... o-ohhh, yes... but, don't stop, Cal."

Artemis didn't want their love-making to end.

He didn't want this night to be over. For as soon as it was, as soon as Calvin fell asleep and he found himself lying beside the defenceless, helpless dog, he would have to make a choice. A choice that would shatter everything that the fox knew of himself, whichever way it went.

Either he was not some contract killer who disposed of people who needed to be gotten rid of, but a murderer who slaughtered innocents for a paycheck. Or... he was not some contract killer. He was a failure, and one who would incur the wrath of the enterprise to which he belonged by going against their wishes and breaking their code by refusing a job already signed for.

That decision loomed ever closer, but it wasn't here quite yet.

Not as long as Calvin kept on begging him for more. Not as long as Calvin's and his own body desired one another.

For as long as the dalmatian kept his eyes open and kept them both lost in the thrall of one another's pleasure, he was safe. He was alive. And after all that Calvin had been through, up to and including this hit being taken out against him, the dalmatian deserved at least that.

"Artemis! I... yeah, o-ohhh god, I'm cumming! Please, w-with me... oh fuck, Art, y-yes!"

***********

"Hello? Housekeeping. Would you like your room cleaned this morning, Sir?"

The mouse stuck her head around the door of the suite and called out inside. No response.

She entered, clipboard in hand to begin the survey of the room so she could gather the necessary supplies from her cart. Stepping into the main room of the suite, she saw bottles on the coffee table. Cokes, both empty, used glasses beside them. Ticks on her sheet. She saw clothes on the couch and the floor nearby. She saw some small stains upon the couch cushions, and perhaps what may have been a few more on the floor nearby. Her cheeks flushed slightly beneath their pale brown fur, but it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before.

Moving on to the bedroom, Sara knocked again at the door, already standing ajar. No answer.

She entered.

She turned the corner, and gasped.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't reali-..."

Her voice trailed off as the figure on the bed didn't move.

He just lay there. Face down, one leg bent, the other stretched out over the edge of the bed. Unmoving. Silent.

"Sir?"

He was so still. Sara knew she probably should just have left, as was policy if you encountered a guest in a state of undress or still sleeping, but the dalmatian looked so quiet. Almost worryingly so.

"Sir?"

She spoke slightly louder, slightly more firm in her tone.

Still no movement. Her heartbeat quickened, and a sense of slight panic rose in her chest. She looked around the room for any alcohol or pills, things that might have contributed to his deep sleep. On the dresser nearby, she saw something. Not pills. Not booze. A note.

She approached it. Didn't touch it, but read it. A handful of neat but obviously quickly written sentences, and a single initial at the end.

'Calvin,

I had an amazing night. Thank you. Sorry I couldn't stick around, but I have business to attend to. If I can, I'll be in touch. I'm so sorry for what you went through before this, but I really hope that from now on you will use what you have to find the happiness you deserve.

Live every day like we lived last night. Like it was the last of our lives.

~ A.'

A soft murmur escaped Calvin's weary body, and Sara gasped as she turned back just in time to see the male moving. His body shifting as he woke from his deep and much needed slumber. His tail rose, and as she saw the dried stickiness beneath it, the member of the hotel staff fled from the room as fast as she could, blushing and trying her very hardest not to giggle in amusement at what she'd just seen.

She quietly left the room as she'd found it, and slipped a Do Not Disturb sign onto the door as she made her escape.

Meanwhile Calvin himself sat upright, yawned, stretched, and looked around.

"Artemis?"

He called out to his lover, blushing as he felt his crotch react to the sound of himself calling the fox's name.

No answer came, though.

He rose to his feet, shakily, blushing as he realised just how sore and weary and gloriously satisfied he felt. Before he could make it more than a handful of steps though, he saw the note.

Calvin picked it up.

He read it.

And as a tear welled up in one of his eyes, a mixture of happiness and sorrow at the kind words of his absent lover, the dalmatian smiled, and he nodded.

"I... I will."

By Jeeves