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Jealousy on the Dance Floor

For bbbuuu

By Draconicon

"That was...amazing..." The vixen in his arms smiled, shaking her head. "What was your name again? I have to -"

"Just call me Mystery, madam." Nick smiled as he bowed over her hand, shaking his head as he stood again. "As you are Marvelous."

The vixen tittered at the compliment, and the fox turned from her, adjusting his suit and jacket as he walked across the dance floor to the bar. The wedding reception had many different dancers at work, some of them hired to make up the difference in the male-to-female guest ratio, but all of them eagerly putting in the work with the ladies that wanted to dance.

Of course, he hadn't been invited, and neither had the bartender. He leaned against the bar, glancing side to side surreptitiously before flicking his arm slightly. A bracelet leaped from deep down in his sleeve and rested in the palm of his hand.

"One more for the stash," he muttered, and the fennec fox behind the bar palmed it and passed it down below. "How much are we up to?"

"At least 12k," Finnick said, chuckling. "Man, gotta love a rube giving his daughter a send-off like this. We'd be working for days to make this with the Ice Pops."

"One, they're delicious. Two, they're not so likely to get us caught. Three, you love them."

"Never said I didn't. Just hate the costume."

"Aw, but you look so adorable in it."

"You just put me in that shitty thing so I have to call you -"

"Ah ah ah. Language in public, Finnick."

The smaller fox glared with such fury that he was pretty sure that it would have melted the house down if there was any justice. Nick just turned, leaning back against the bar and glancing over the dance floor for another mark.

There was no shortage of them. Despite the fact that he'd danced with many species vaguely his size - ranging from some of the braver bunnies to the shorter predatory cats, and even an otter - he still had quite a few potential victims out there. He rubbed his wrists, one after the other, a small smirk on his lips as he considered who to go for next.

There were options, of course, but the main thrill was the chance to flirt and leave them wanting. The first vixen was still looking at him from the dance floor, watching over the shoulder of another man, half-hoping that he'd come back and dance with her again. It was rather flattering to have so many different females all but hanging off him.

Not that he could take all the credit. Finnick was doing half the work by keeping the wine flowing, making each drink a little stronger than it needed to be before the dancers hit the floor. Nick had been doing the work of keeping them on their feet and dancing beautifully, but with them as tipsy as they were, stealing their jewelry was all the easier.

It was a con, and a good one at that.

"How much more do we need?" he asked out of the corner of his mouth.

"Eh, not much. Couple more rings and a good enough bracelet should do it."

"Cake."

"You just watch it."

"Come on, Finnick. What could go wrong? It's us."

"Heh, more than you think, kid. More than you think."

"Besides, I want to get enough for a penthouse tonight."

"Yeah? What for?"

"What do you -"

"Oh, Mystery? Mystery!"

One of the ladies that he'd danced with - the otter, as a matter of fact - tottered over to him from the dance floor. Dressed in a sweeping blue gown that cut off just before her ankles, she was a striking figure, particularly for someone so sleek and slender. She was just a few inches taller than Finnick, but she was far more forward, leaning in and falling into his arms as she came close -

"Mmph."

And grabbing one of his thighs, very, very close to certain sensitive parts.

As Nick was still recovering from the surprise of being so blatantly groped, the half-drunk otter leaned up, 'whispering' in his ears with a voice that carried up and down the bar. She was giggling, happy, and very much pushing the bounds of modesty.

"Mmm, I can't help it. I want another dance."

"Ah, but - ah - ma'am, that's probably not a good idea. I have to dance with all the girls today."

"But you made me feel soooo good. And I can do the same for you, you know."

Her hand was wandering, and wandering fast. It didn't take long before the otter's fingers, clumsily or not, were fondling his balls, and he bit his lips as his sheath started filling right then and there. Not the time, not the time in the slightest.

"Oh, well, if you wanted something like that - well, that costs extra."

"I have the money for it...particularly for someone so lovely as you..."

Oh, she was gone. He could smell the booze on her breath. Just how much wine had Finnick poured for her, he wondered?

He had just enough time to wonder that a little more than he'd like before the otter grabbed him by his tie and yanked him down. The kiss scored the side of his muzzle, and he could feel his fur getting matted down by the smear of her lipstick against his cheek. He squirmed as he pulled back, managing to make it look good as he ducked out of her immediate embrace, though not without showing off a bit more of a bulge than he meant to.

"Well, flattering as that is, ma'am, I can't say that I'm for sale. That'd be illegal, you know."

"Well, I have been known to trade in contraband from time to time," the otter said, giggling, following him along the bar. "Maybe you should give it a try...I bet I can make it worth your while..."

"Mmm, I'm sure you could, but I don't think you would like it so much."

"Oh, from what I see, I would like it very, very much."

"Ma'am, I'm afraid -"

Poink.

The sound of a cork coming out of a wine bottle was followed by a brief slush of claret-red hitting the bar, then sloshing down along his jacket hem. Nick could not have been more grateful for the timing, as the tipsy otter pulled back before it could hit her dress, finally giving him a little bit of breathing room.

Before he could take advantage of it, though, Finnick was right there, grabbing him by the hip.

"Sorry about that, sir," Finnick said, his voice grating through gritted teeth. "Gonna have to clean that up, yep. Come on, sir. Come on, let's get that taken care of before the stain spreads, yeah?"

"Um, yeah, sure, let's - let's do that."

Finnick pulled with surprising force, dragging him away from the otter before any more could be said. He had just enough time to look over his shoulder at the otter woman to see her frowning in annoyance - and more than a little frustrated want - before the door to the back room slammed shut behind them.

"Well, that wasn't part of the plan," Nick muttered.

"Ya think?" Finnick muttered. "Take the jacket off."

"It's barely there."

"To us, yeah, but them?"

"...Good point."

Nick shook his head as he shrugged off the jacket, leaving him in his white shirt, tie, and black pants. As Finnick tossed the shirt over a countertop, pulling down a bottle of club soda, Nick glanced back out the doorframe. The otter was still there, leaning against the bar with full petulance.

"First time that I've seen someone get that horny for me in a while," he muttered. "Present company excepted, of course."

"Fuck you."

"Heh, what's the matter? Jealous?"

"Well, now I know why you wanted the penthouse."

"...Finnick, you are jealous," Nick teased, turning around to face the shorter fox. "You really think that I'd be going for her?"

"You gonna tell me that your boner's not there for her?"

Nick glanced down. True to form, his dick was up and hard, hard as hell, and he knew that it was as incriminating as being caught at the scene of a crime. Nevertheless, he shrugged it off, leaning back against the wall behind him.

"What can I say? I'm always up for action."

"Uh-huh."

"Come on, are you seriously that miffed? It was a grope."

"And a kiss."

"..."

"Maybe we should high-tail it out of here early."

"You? Suggesting we leave? Impossible."

It certainly wasn't the way that Finnick normally approached things, that was for damn sure. The smaller fox always was the greedier of the pair of them, usually the one to suggest extending a scam or pushing a con harder if there was a chance of a bigger payout. Hearing him be the one to suggest that they cut their losses and run just felt flat-out unnatural.

"We got double-digits, Nick. Maybe it's time to get while the getting is good. If you got more admirers in there -"

"That's what this is all about, isn't it?"

"What? You think that I'm that bothered by...that?"

"Well, it's what you commented on the most."

"Fuck you, Nick."

"Mmm, we both know that'll happen later."

He loved winding Finnick up, even in the less appropriate situations, and this was certainly one of those. The smaller fox blushed, the pink going from his cheeks up to the insides of his ears. It was one of those looks that really flattered him, Nick always thought, and one that the bigger fox never really got the chance to push him into nearly often enough. It was always something of the other way around.

He walked over to the table, leaning over it as Finnick continued cleaning his jacket. The bartender fox, the driver, the utilitarian of the pair of them, was always so busy. He kept his head down, never talked much about how he felt, and that was usually fine. Their relationship worked more on the basis of friends with benefits than actual boyfriends or lovers, though there were times when the subject had come up.

But, technically speaking, they were completely unattached, so the jealousy was something new. Kinda hot, too.

"Do you think that I prefer them, Finnick?" he asked.

"I think you get hard faster for them."

"Come on, you're never looking at my dick."

"If they were smart, neither would they."

"Heh, do I need to worry about you nulling me?"

"Don't think I ain't considered it."

"Heh, oh, that would be the day. That'd be as good as a collar or a wedding ring, you know that?"

"...Fuck you, Nick. Fuck you with a cactus."

"Mmm, pass."

He leaned forward, almost nose to nose with Finnick in a way that forced the other fox to look up from what he was doing. There was so much annoyance and embarrassment in those eyes. It was kind of adorable, and it would have been outright cute if it wasn't for the fact that the last time that he'd used those words, he'd gotten chased by a rage-roided fennec down an alley with a baseball bat.

Funny.

Ridiculous.

But no less scary for all that.

Nick sighed, shaking his head as he poked the kiss-mark at the edge of his lips. It was smeared in, and he started rubbing it out, taking his time to really get rid of it while Finnick was watching.

"Let's put it this way. She snuck that one in. I know the better kisser is right in front of me."

"Nick, I swear -"

"And maybe they can dance a bit easier; maybe you'd find it harder to dance with me with all the size difference. But we both know what you do better than anyone else."

"Manage to put up with your fucking bullshit all the time?"

"Mmm."

Nick knew that there was only one guaranteed way to drag Finnick out of this funk. He leaned in and kissed him, right on the lips.

The touch was nothing more than a moment, nothing more than the slightest meeting of lip to lip, but Finnick damn near turned into a tomato. Nick chuckled.

"Or maybe I'm the better kisser."

"Nick, fuck...fucking...I am going to beat the shit out of you if you don't stop that."

"I'd prefer another sort of 'punishment.'"

"You kiss me again, I swear, I'm going to bite you."

"Mmm, bite me where?"

He was pushing their luck. He knew it, Finnick knew it. The back room was barely what one could call private, anyone could come back looking for a bottle of wine if they really wanted it, and they were ignoring their job of dancing and serving alcohol - well, their job as far as the hosts knew, considering that they'd snuck in and replaced the bartender for this con - and the gig would be up. There'd be no hiding that they were just fucking around back here.

Right at that moment? He didn't care.

He leaned in, pressing his lips tight to Finnick's. The touch of the other man's mouth to his, the slightly sour taste that came from Finnick's smoking and drinking, the slightly bitter feeling that seemed to linger as part of his anger towards the rest of the world, and that slightly sweet flavor that was probably from a bit of wine earlier, all combined together to make the fox that he enjoyed spending so much time with...and so much of his body was.

The kiss continued for nearly twenty seconds, with Finnick unconsciously responding with a bit of tongue, before he finally pulled back. The fennec growled, grabbing Nick by his tie, and the bigger fox chuckled.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, you're the matter, Nick. You're always the matter."

"Then why don't you do something about it?"

"Oh, I'm gonna."

Finnick leaned back, and Nick yelped as he was yanked over the counter, his tie half-choking him as Finnick dragged it under the other side and tied it off. Nick tried to pull back, but there was no getting that tie out of the way. Not without getting around it and undoing the whole thing.

"I warned you, bitch," Finnick said.

"What are you going to do?"

"I told ya. Bite you."

Nick was half-ready for the feeling of his belt coming undone, followed by the sound of his pants hitting the floor. He was not ready for the feeling of teeth coming down on his ass cheek.

"Eep!"

"Mmm."

"Finnick! You dick!"

"Mmm-hmm."

The nibble continued for a couple of seconds, just long enough for those pointy teeth to make a statement on his ass cheeks. He blushed as he knew, just knew that there'd be a bite mark left behind from that, and groaned under his breath as he tried to imagine how it looked and immediately forced the thought out of his head. Not the best time to be thinking about that, not when he was bent over and -

CRACK!

He still couldn't believe how sharp and hard Finnick could spank for someone that was so much smaller than him. His cheeks were the ones on fire now, particularly as the smaller fox dragged a stool over, climbing up on it and unzipping his pants.

"Going to tease me, are ya?" Finnick grunted, his pants hitting the top of the stool, a smaller - but no less thick - dick grinding between Nick's cheeks. "Well, how about I tease you back?"

"Mmph...you don't have the style."

"Who needs style?"

CRACK!

Nick bit his lips at the harsh spank across his cheek, the combination of heat and embarrassing hitting him harder than he expected. All the uppity teasing that he'd been doing felt like it was coming crashing down around his ears, now, and his cheeks were on fire as Finnick spread his ass cheeks.

"Who needs style when you got a bitch just begging for it?"

"Mmmph...wouldn't say I'm begging..."

"Your ass tells a different story, Nick."

And that ass was twitching as he felt that prick nudging against his pucker, gently pushing against his anal ring with a softness that belied the forceful spanking. Despite the fact that he knew that he could take it without lube, there was that odd tenderness from Finnick while they were like this. He always seemed to hesitate just a bit, as if he was sure that this was going to be ripped out of his grip the moment that he tried anything.

Nick was used to that. It was part of the reason that he teased so hard when situations like this came up. It made Finnick more...justified, for lack of a better word, for what he wanted to do to him.

He smirked over his shoulder, wiggling his ass from side to side. The feeling of fluff and cock combined to make him shiver a little, his own dick still hard, but this time, far more willingly.

"What's the matter? I thought you were - EEP!"

The feeling of that dick popping past his rim was still intense, even if he was ready for it, and Nick groaned under his breath as he felt his insides clamping down, squeezing around that tip, then the middle of the cock, the knot grinding right up against his anal ring as he felt just how big it was.

Damn, it always surprised him that Finnick had that much to his name. It was just...big. Bigger than a fennec should be.

Bigger than me, in some ways...

Not completely, but in thickness, that knot seriously outdid him. He blushed thinking about that, and was reminded just why he was almost always on the bottom between him and the fennec.

"You like that, huh?" Finnick growled. "You know what you want. Not some pussy in your bed. Just me...me and my dick."

"Mmmph..."

"Come here. You need to learn."

Small fingers grabbed the back of his tie. Rather than pulling it, Finnick twisted his hand around, pulling Nick into chokehold that cut off almost half his air. He wheezed past it as Finnick started grinding in and out, in and out, the intensity of the rough rut hitting him hard. Each time that Finnick bottomed out inside him, each time that that knot slapped against his pucker, he just wanted more.

It didn't take long for the wheezing, larger fox to start drooling pre-cum to the floor as the smaller vulpine slammed in and out, in and out. His tail was naturally up and flagged off to the side, exposing everything back there. The scam that they'd been running, the money that they'd pulled together, was already forgotten. All that mattered was this little moment between them.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Finnick was picking up speed, and every so often, he'd loosen the tight hold that he had at the back of Nick's tie. He took advantage of each one to suck in a deep breath, replacing the stale air in his lungs, before Finnick corrected his grip and did it again, and again, each time reminding Nick of how good the air felt. The smell of wine faded, replaced by the smell of two males working up a sweat, and he had to admit, it was nice.

In, out, in, out, faster and faster, the stool starting to rattle behind him, Finnick probably having to balance like mad to keep from being thrown off. It was so loud, or at least, it felt that way to him. How had nobody come to check on them yet?

He felt his cock slapping against the bottom of the table in time to the rough, heated feeling of that hard cock sliding into him time after time. The tapered tip cut its way through whatever tightness he had left, sliding in to the knot before pulling back to the tip and doing it all over again.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

And that knot. That hard, throbbing knot was pressing against him again and again. Each time, he knew that it had the risk of getting caught inside, leaving him stuck and flooded with fennec cum, and some part of him almost wanted it to happen. If Finnick did it, then they were going to be stuck like this, risking getting caught more and more with each passing minute until someone came in and found them like this, tied up and debauched, marked with seed and sweat, and...and...

Fuck...fuck, that was a hot image.

"Nnngh...gonna...remind you...what you need..."

Finnick was trying so hard, pushing him so far, and it was hot. As if Nick needed to be reminded of what he needed. As if he really wanted to go anywhere else. It was just that fun to push the other fox's buttons and get him like this.

That knot battered against him, leaving him gasping, shivering, shaking. Each time that it slapped against his hole, he swore that this one would be the time that would lock them together, but it was never, quite. The feeling of it going in, the sense of his hole opening, that stretching, warm, almost burning feeling was so intense...

But no.

And no.

And no.

Almost in, always almost, but never quite pushing past that mid-point. Finnick was groaning, growling, huffing against his back, hot breath against his suit, and Nick could feel his own cock on the verge of blowing hands-free.

"Who..."

Nick's ears went up. Finnick panted.

"Who's got you, huh? Who knows you...inside-out...who else can do it like this?"

"Nobody...nobody but you, Fin..."

"You're goddamn...right!"

With a moan, the fennec came, and he came hard. The feeling of the sudden explosion of warmth inside set Nick off just as quickly, and he bit his lip as he came against the bottom of the counter. Spurt, spurt, spurt went his load, each little white shot spreading a little further than the last before finally starting to dribble down the other side. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head as he continued to lean against the counter.

Finnick, on the other hand, just leaned against his ass. The other fox panted, and Nick groaned every time that he felt a little spurt, a little aftershock of pleasure running through his ass. His guts were filled, but good, and he loved it.

"Heh...heh..."

"You learned your lesson, huh?" Finnick grunted.

"Yeah, I learned."

"And what was it?"

"Always do what you say."

"And?"

"And you're better than any lady on the dance floor."

"You goddamn know it," the fennec muttered.

"You're cute when you're jealous."

"Fuck you."

"Just did."

Nick bit off a grunt as Finnick pulled out. The sudden sloshy feeling of having no plug back there, combined with the sheer amount of seed that the other fox had left behind, left him scrambling either for something to plug himself, or something to catch the mess. He ended up grabbing one of the narrower wine bottles and shoving it, cork-first, up his ass, holding it in place for the moment. Finnick, after dealing with his own laughter at the stupidity of the moment, shook his head and searched around for a free glass.

"Heh, imagine serving that to one of those stuck-up princesses out there," the smaller fox said.

"Dumb as they are, I don't think that we could fool them about what this particular vintage is," Nick said, shaking his head. "Any chance you can hurry up? I don't exactly want to get drunk off my ass in this context."

"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses."

"I don't have any horses."

"Yeah, well, hold your liquor, then."

"Very funny."

"I thought so, heh."

Eventually, Finnick found a glass, and Nick was able to pull the bottle out of the way. As he held the crystal behind and under him to catch Finnick's load rather than let it go into his pants, the smaller fox gradually undid the knot in his tie. When he could finally sit up, he rolled his head from one side to the other, while Finnick was spending more time adjusting his vest and his shirt.

"What's up with the sudden fastidiousness?" Nick asked.

"We're still at a wedding, you know. Can't look too messy."

"Heh, so you finally found some standards."

"Ugh."

"I know, I know. 'Fuck you, Nick.'"

"...Am I that predictable?"

"Just a bit."

"Can you blame me? These things are always garbage events. Huge fucking party for a couple of people that are probably gonna hate each other in a few years and split up. What the hell's the point?"

"Some of them work out," Nick said, grunting as the last of the slime inside finally slid out. "And sometimes, that's worth celebrating."

"Yeah, well, they can go take a flying leap, for all I care."

"So, no marriage proposals from you anytime soon?" Nick teased.

"..."

Finnick was so gobsmacked that he didn't even respond, and Nick bit off the laughter threatening to well up from deep down inside. Shaking his head, he took his jacket back - the stain was mostly gone, and the colors had meant that it had been almost invisible from the start, anyway - and put it back on. A few fluffs of his shirt got rid of any of the sweat smells that hadn't been there from just dancing, and in seconds, he was right as rain.

"How do you do that every fucking time?" Finnick asked.

"Practice."

"Yeah? I do it just as much as you -"

"Pfft."

"What?!"

"Frankly, Finnick, nobody does that just as much as me. Let's just leave it at that."

"..."

"Open relationship, little guy. And maybe I don't do it as much now as I used to...but I used to do it a lot."

Leaving it at that - and not wanting to get into an argument after they'd just had some really, really hot sex - Nick walked out of the back room, pulling his tie around and straightening it properly as he walked around the bar and back to the dance floor. The otter woman had passed out with a bottle in hand, so he was, at least for the moment, safe from her amorous advances.

He felt a little bad about leaving Finnick a little wound up about the whole relationship thing, but if the fennec wasn't going to put up for something a little more exclusive, then Nick didn't have any reason to not play the field. If he had to get Finnick all jealous to make him interested, then maybe it would be an idea to start looking for something -

He shut that thought down. He wasn't planning on leaving Finnick in the lurch or anything, but there were accommodations that had to made when one was dealing with a partner that didn't want to go further than a certain point. It meant that, if he was going to deal with that, then Finnick had to deal with him doing a few things, too. Give and take, take and give: that was how it worked.

"Mmmm, are you that Mystery I've been hearing about?"

Nick turned in the direction of the voice, already well-aware that it was coming from a species taller than him. His eyes went up...and up...and up, until they were locked on the emerald gaze of a very well-stacked panther female. She looked down at him with her arms crossed, looking more amused than anything.

"Smaller than I expected," she said.

"Well, I'm full of surprises."

"That must be why they call you Mystery."

"Mmm, shall we dance?"

"If you can keep up."

"Oh, trust me. I can." He took her hand, nodding. "Lead the way."

The End

Summary: Nick and Finnick are running a con, but when Nick gets flirted with, Finnick gets jealous...

Tags: M/M, Finnick, Nick Wilde, Rule 34, Gay, Jealousy, Possessive, Open Relationship, Kinda, Zootopia, Flirting, Groping, Drunk, Con, Anal, Bondage, Size Difference, Cum, Creampie, Orgasm,