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An Odd Thing to Say

Chapter Eight

> There was a time, when I didn't have a lot of money, I ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and nuked broccoli, three meals a day.

> That's gross.

> Funny way of pronouncing "dedicated." Since then, I've graduated to fried eggs, nuked spinach, pasta sauce, and shredded cheese two to three meals a day. Throw in a protein shake to maintain or gain, leave it out to cut. Keeps me lean and mean.

> And devoid of pleasure, flavor, variety... you know, the things that make life worth living.

> You will keep an eye on Nick, won't you?

> Two eyes, when I can spare them.

She cracked a smile. The first smile in she didn't know how long.

> Alright, Gandalf. But seriously... I'm worried about him. Just... do what you can, okay?

> I've got it, don't worry. Nick's like a brother to me... the brother I never had.

> How's that?

> Plainly? I live through him. I'm the mentor I never had, the stable, safe place I wish I had. Helping him... is a selfish act, in a way. I'm just doing what I wish someone had done for me.

> That's just one way of looking at it, Alex. I think you're just... honestly, just a good person. A guardian angel.

> I'm not an angel. And I don't come from Heaven.

Sarah let the conversation drop for some time. Folded up a few corrugated cardboard boxes and taped them shut. All of her life, by now, was in boxes... just a series of boxes.

> Say, I have a few nudes left. Personal, and from the Big Wet Vixen Tits shoot. I'll give you a couple if you want. Signed, even, so you can flip them online.

> I'd sooner treasure them forever. Maybe in a shoebox. I don't need anymore money... not these days.

> Good stock market?

> Not even close, I'm afraid.

He was being evasive. What he was evading, she didn't know... she never did know, when it came to him.

> By the way, I... I'm sorry it didn't work out between us.

Sarah was intrigued by that. But don't make it too obvious--play it cool.

> ?

> It just feels like I left our story... unfinished.

> You broke up with me, Alex. And when it seemed like things were going so well... what happened?

There was a pause. A too-long pause. Her message was left unread, but something intrigued her... something concerned her.

Reboot. Go into bios and activate that hidden operating system. Go back into the app with that shady third party add-on from that shady part of the onion network, and then there was no doubt about it.

He'd seen her message. He'd started to type a response. And then he'd stopped, and deleted everything.

Sarah didn't know Alex too well. No one did. But she knew enough to know that that had haunted him.

He was hiding something... something big.

"So, as we have demonstrated, the true utility of cryptocurrency is not that it's an investment. It's that it's a decentralized, virtually hack-proof, pseudonymous ledger."

Alex circled the final two terms with his chalk and then stood back, grinning widely.

"Any questions?"

"Yes," Nick said through gritted teeth. "Now, can I finally... finally..."

"Oh no, sure, yeah," Alex said, flustered. He stormed up to the kit and removed the barbell from his back.

Three hundred and fifteen pounds and the tiger handled it in his arms. Even so, he had to admit that he was impressed. A year ago, Nick would have been crushed by the weight but now, he was holding his own. Just barely, but he was holding his own.

"You've got gains like a kit going through puberty, Nick," the tiger said. "I'll give you that. Just keep your form in check, and you'll be golden."

"Yeah," Nick said, doing a few torso twists. "Whatever."

Alex's eye twitched. "Drop down and give me fifty. Nice and clean, too."

Nick knew better than to argue. He did as he was told and cranked out fifty burpees, not pushups. When he was finished, he was panting and sweating, but he met Alex's eyes all the same. Didn't blink.

"One thing I don't understand," he said, "is why the Hell you have a gym, and a chalkboard, all the way... out here."

Alex smiled. Nodded into the wilderness.

They were on the precipice of what had been a quarry, a generation ago. After it had run dry and been abandoned, nature was slowly but surely reclaiming its own. Bare exposed rock still dominated the chasm below, but the trees were starting to come back. There was a pool of water in the depths, hundreds of yards below; other than that, there was just rock, and nature, and stillness, and silence, and solitude.

Nick took a trembling step forward. And then jolted back when a medicine ball caught him in the midsection. He glowered--flung the medicine ball back at Alex--and that was how the tiger distracted him. Kept him from getting too close to the edge.

They threw the medicine ball back and forth fifty times. Then a hundred, then two hundred, then five hundred. Then, at last, the kit dropped to the ground, exhausted. Panting, he looked at nothing in particular. Barely had the presence of mind to accept the bottle of water Alex pressed into his paws.

Alex sat next to him in silence. It was only a few moments before the kit began to speak.

"I don't know what to do," he said. "I'm so sad, and scared, and alone. I've ruined everything--burned every bridge--and not just with Sarah. Now, I don't even have Julia anymore." His voice cracked and it was all he could do to maintain his composure.

Alex looked on impassively. Eventually, Nick glared at him.

"What, you aren't going to say something comforting and uplifting?"

"Not in this case, no," Alex said. "You're getting what you deserve as far as Julia is concerned. She's been your Plan B forever--and even now, you're admitting it. You lost her, and she's going to go and live her life, and hopefully have a Hell of a time."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're welcome," Alex snarled, an edge in his voice. He then softened somewhat. "You're not a kid anymore, Nick. There are consequences in life... and there's no Control-Z to press when you fuck up. You own it, you learn from it, you fix it if you can and if you can't, you find a way to move on."

"How can I move on?" Nick said. "Sarah's leaving, and we haven't even... I don't even know if she wants me or if it's just a crazy sexual fantasy. I don't even know if I really want her--yeah, I want to fuck her and I think I want a lot more, but what do I know? The only girlfriend I've ever had--is this!" he raised his left hand.

Alex shook his head.

"You find a way. I don't have all the answers," he said.

"Yeah, you do," Nick said. He actually laughed. "You always do."

"If that was true," Alex said, "if I really was the supersmart, superstoic monk-genius that you seem to think I am... don't you think I'd be just a little bit happier?"

Nick turned to the tiger. Had his voice just broken? It was impossible to know. He was simply sitting there, as still and silent and true as the rock, looking over the landscape.

It occurred to the kit just how strong Alex was... how sad. He was six feet tall and musclebound, with the visage and intellect of a killer. But he was friendly... funny... silly... even goofy.

What had happened to him? Nick wanted to ask, but he didn't have the words.

"All I can tell you, Nick," Alex said, "is that if you want something... if you really, truly, want something, you have to prioritize it over everything else. And you have to pursue it to the ends of the Earth, and far beyond. Fuck the consequences," he whispered. "You have to live your life and do what makes you happy. And if you fail..."

"What happens if you fail?"

Alex actually smiled fully. Naturally.

"Then at least you can look yourself in the mirror and say that you tried.

"I'm not telling you to pursue Sarah," Alex said. "That's a decision you'll have to make for yourself, and even if it works out--even if Sarah wants you, and you want her, and you go all the way, and stay together forever... it's a hard, cold, cruel world out there, kit. People are going to judge you, and hate you, without even knowing you. It's a heavy burden to bear. Believe me--I know."

Nick knew better than to question that.

"But isn't it like--isn't it wrong?" he said.

Alex shrugged. "Maybe. Probably. To some people, anyway. But I've known you and your sister both for quite some time now. You're both... fucking crazy, and silly, and smart, and bad-ass. Yeah, even you, kit," he grinned. "You're just starting to realize it. You have potential--a lot of it--and I've put effort into you because it's fun, and it's productive. And I think--I honestly, truly think--Sarah can really help you become what you can be. What you should be."

"But it's still wrong," Nick said, though he didn't even sound very sure of himself. "I mean, we're brother and sister. And it's exploitative--she's been seducing me for months, and she knows it."

"I don't think so," Alex said thoughtful. "She's just... one in a million. You see her, and you need her. And when you're with her, it's like nothing else in the world." He half-smiled.

"Yeah? What's it like?" Nick said. "A lot of yelling and fake-moaning, and fake-cumming?"

Alex just smiled. Shook his head no.

"That's just a show she puts on when she wants to have more fun than she's having. Yeah, she's a freak, and yeah, it comes out and Hell yeah it's fun, but... the way she looks at you, when she wants you, and the way she holds you and touches you..." Alex shook his head. "I'll never forget it in my life.

"And besides," he glanced at the kit, "you're hardly one to worry about morality. You went to a gloryhole."

"True, true," Nick mused. "And Sarah serviced a gloryhole. That does sound compatible..."

"Yeah, exactly," Alex said, not realizing what he'd just revealed.

But Nick didn't miss it. Alex knew--he fucking had known all along. He had sent Nick to the gloryhole and he'd probably sent Sarah there too. He had probably orchestrated the whole thing.

Either way, knowingly or otherwise--he had gotten Nick's dick sucked by Sarah.

"The point is," Alex said, "voluntary acts, between consenting adults... they can't _really_be wrong. And you're eighteen, right, kit?"

"Yeah," Nick coughed. "Totally."

"There you have it," Alex said. "If she wants it, and you want it, then do it, and fuck the world, and fuck anyone who doesn't like you for being happy. Sarah can make you happy, Nick... if you really, truly give her everything you've got, and then some."

"I always wondered," Nick said distantly, "if you liked Sarah so much... if you think so much of her, if you still keep in touch with her... why'd you ever dump her?" he said. "You don't even have sex anymore... or even really talk to her, do you?"

Alex shook his head no.

"Then what happened?" Nick said. "And don't tell me it's because she likes three at a time. You could have convinced her to be monogamous--and it's not even important to you. You'd have loved to whore her out. So what happened?"

"What happened is between me and Sarah," Alex said.

"Sarah doesn't know either!" Nick yelled. At once he was on his feet.

"Now you're going to tell me what happened, because whatever it was, it fucked her up for a long time," he snarled. "I don't know if she ever really recovered from it. She really liked you, and you really liked her, and you had something great--and what about me, huh?" Nick said. "When the two of you were together, it was almost like... almost like having parents." He voice broke off into anguish. Agony.

"It was like you were my parents. Like I was your kid. You took such good care of me... if it hadn't been for your relationship, and the way it extended to me, I could be dead now," Nick said. "And you know that. Is that why you still hang around with me? Guilt?"

"I hang around with you because I have a responsibility towards you," Alex said.

He paused. Smiled. Shook his head no.

"That's not true. I'm sorry," he said. "I hang around with you because I want to. You act like I saved your life--well, guess what, kit, you've saved mine. I've been out here before, alone, more than once," he nodded at the quarry, at the hundreds of feet of drop that it offered. "And let me tell you, on those fucking black, cold, lonely nights..." he shook his head.

His face changed for a moment. Contorted with an emotion that Nick had never seen before. He turned away from the kit--but Nick walked over. Put his hand on the tiger's shoulder.

Alex did nothing. Didn't snarl, didn't hiss, didn't get on his feet and punch the kit in the face, or fucking throw him off the cliff himself.

You have some time, Nick," Alex said. "Not much time. Sarah will be gone soon, so if you want to experiment before making a decision about her... now is the time."

"I... I agree. But what about you, Alex?"

The tiger glanced up at Nick. Smiled a strange smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't worry about me. You can try and help me someday, I guess... but for now, focus on yourself, and what you want. Me... I'll always be here."

The tiger turned and faced into the wilderness.

"Get on Finder," he said. "Make a memory. And then make your decision, and know that no matter what you do, or don't do, there is no Control-Z. You'll have to live with your decisions for the rest of your life..."

"It's a difficult operation. A delicate situation."

"Yes," Nick said through gritted teeth. "Now, can I finally... finally..."

"Oh no, sure, yeah," he said, flustered. He then grinned once, widely, groped his wife's bare breast, and stepped back into the darkness. "Have a blast, kit~"

The kit stroked himself twice, stepped forward, and looked down at the... patient.

Fuck. He didn't even know why they bothered with a story, a setup. It was like a story in a porn movie... it was there, but it didn't matter. He was supposed to be a doctor or a surgeon or somesuch, the only one who could help his suffering patients. Something something, something something, the only way to help was like... this.

She was a supermodel quality blonde, over twice the kit's age. The bull was over twice the length of most men, but Nick was the bull now, and dwarfed even him. Now he was in his place... stroking his cock, looking down at a giggling, blushing nude figure on the table.

But this... wasn't sex. Not really. This was an operation. A serious affair. She had an obstruction in her throat, which her husband couldn't fix, so it was up to him. He was the only one anywhere who could unblock her

Breathing hard and totally nude, the kit was a sight to see. He was still pumped from the tough workout Alex had put him through, and he was slim, and young, and when he put his cock next to her throat... the head was well past the base of her neck.

The shutter of a camera flickered. That made Nick laugh, forget any remaining nervousness. This was real... they were on Finder, they'd swiped right on him and now... here he was.

"First--and this is the most dangerous part--we have the initial... insertion," he murmured.

He stepped back. Put the fist-sized head of his cock against her lips so that she could favor it with a few licking, slobbering kisses. She murmured something about getting it nice and wet, but the kit placed a paw on her throat in an unspoken threat.

He then ground forward and she had to open her mouth wide to accommodate him--too wide. The stretch and strain caused her teeth to grind over the kit's overlarge cock, but if anything, this turned him on. The head of his cock fully in her mouth, he placed his paws on her big soft jiggling tits, groping them for a few moments, while her husband stroked at himself in the corner of the room.

"Now that we have proven that the patient can accommodate the... probe," he said, "we proceed with the secondary insertion. But we have to do it slowly, or else her system may reject the intrusion.

"Did you hear me?" he cooed to her. "Nice... and... slow..."

As Nick spoke, he ground forward, effectively force-feeding her his cock, inch by throbbing veined inch at a time. Five inches in and with more than half to go, her throat was already bulging out beautifully--and her husband couldn't help but moan and make his way forward to plant a series of loving kisses on his wife's breasts, even the lower, still unclaimed part of her neck.

"You're so good baby... you're doing so good," he cooed to her.

"Yes..." the kit hissed. "She's a good patient. But we're just getting started..."

He placed his hands on his hips to control himself. And then he thrust further, and further, and further still. His back arched and he moaned wordless pleasure into the air--and then, he had hilted himself for the first time, in a woman's throat.

Her neck was bulged out lewdly from the kit's cock and had she worn a collar, he'd have snapped it many times over. For her part, she was pinching at her tits, touching her sopping wet pussy, and grinding helplessly up into the air. Nick's balls were on her eyes... and it was clear that he had claimed her more than her husband ever had. Ever would.

Breathing hard, in and out, Nick caressed her throat, her breasts. And then he began to fuck her.

"This--is--the--thick of it," the kit said before harsh unrelenting thrusts. "This is the operation... this is it~!"

She reached up to him--put her hands on his hips--but the kit forcefully slammed them down onto the bed and held them there. That wasn't the signal--not really. She didn't mean it, after all.

"Can't stop," Nick gasped. "Have to keep going. Can't stop."

The bull said something, then, that Nick never heard. He was in rut, aroused to the extreme--and he'd learned from the best. From Alex himself.

He kept his form tight. And, as his lover tapped at him, slapped at him... finally the kit came to a climax.

He was too deep in her throat for her to swallow. She didn't need to, he injected his cum--all two and some odd liters of it--directly into her belly.

Nick withdrew his cock from her throat. It was still somewhat hard and coated in spit, throatslime, and his own cum. Hissing in pleasure, seeing stars, the kit rubbed his oversensitive member all over her pretty little face, his balls still nestled against her eyes, when he noticed...

She wasn't moving. She wasn't even breathing. Not until her husband came and cuddled her and kissed her--and then she coughed, and jumped, and realized where she was and who she was with, and that she was safe.

And as Nick watched them cuddle and kiss, and then begin to make love, man and wife, he realized... what he had just done, it was just a game. Just a way to keep things spicy and interesting. What really mattered... was right here, right now, between the two of them.

It was silly, and ridiculous, and exposed even now, through the most extreme sexual acts. But it was true love..,

"Nick--Nick--Nick--fuck!" Alex yelped.

He was on the side of the road, pulled over, pacing. He lit a cigarette--put it to his lips--gagged and threw it away.

"Fucking pick up--pick up!"

And at last, the kit answered the call.

"Nick--what the fuck? Five fucking calls and only now you pick up?" Alex said.

"I was... busy," Nick said. "Besides, I'm a Zoomer. We don't talk on the phone."

"Wellyoufuckingbetternow!" Alex raged.

"Nick, I just got a text from Sarah. She has a hot date tonight, and she said... she said he's everything she's looking for," Alex said, his voice breaking. "And she's never said that before, not for anyone else, only me, and now she's... she's going to fall for him, Nick, and once she does, she'll be gone, and gone forever. You have to talk to her, Nick, you have to tell her--tell her what you actually feel, before she's gone!"

"Alex," Nick said calmly, "don't worry. Everything is under control."

The tiger shouted a curse in a language Nick didn't know, had never heard before. His rage was so intense that he couldn't see--couldn't think. It was a long time before he calmed down, panting, and finally spoke calmly.

"Nick, I swear to God, this is your moment, and if you don't seize it, it'll be gone forever. I can help you--I will help you," he said. "There's a lot of time between now and tonight. Lots of time for a motherfucker to disappear, or drown in his sink. Or he could slip and break his fucking head open on a carpet floor, or he could commit suicide by jumping out of a window and then shooting himself in the back of the head twenty times.

"Or vice versa," Alex mused. "I'm flexible--I mean, kids these days." He attempted laughter. "They'll fucking do anything when they're emotional. Right?"

"Don't worry, Alex," Nick said, in an indescribable, undefinable voice. He seemed to laugh, or attempt to laugh himself. "Like I said... I've got this."

Alex began to pant again. Too angry--couldn't speak--couldn't see.

"Well, Nick," he said, in a somehow calm voice, "I hope whatever you've got in mind... I hope it works. Because if it doesn't, that'll be the last you, me, or anyone we know ever sees of that fucking crazy, sexy, beautiful... that beautiful, incredible soul."

"Alex," Nick said. "I got this. And if I don't... then at least I'll be able to look myself in the mirror and say that I tried."

"What--Nick--Nick?"

But the call dropped, and Alex was left alone, on the side of the road, trying to figure out just what the kit had in mind... just what the kit was going to do.