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"Yeah, I don't know, Weekly, I'm really struggling with this case," John Blacksad sighed, stirring his spoon in the cup of coffee that he ordered. Needing a bit of a respite from his line of work, he opted to spend some time at the local diner with his sidekick, Weekly. Anything to give him a sufficient enough breather from the headache that he'd been tasked with.

Weekly cocked his head, his flat cap staying firmly in place. "Your lead's gone cold?"

"Oh, no, it's hotter than the sun," Blacksad sipped his coffee. "The problem is that I can only really proceed by sneaking into the gang's base to dig up more clues. I mean, I don't even know who's in charge because of how under wraps the whole thing is!"

"Hmm, isn't that something you've done plenty of times before?" Weekly scratched his chin in thought before elaborating on his point. "Sneaking into the bad guy's headquarters, I mean."

Blacksad's eyes flicked from the red-furred least weasel to the cup in his hands, his lips pursed. "Yeah, but this one's well-guarded. Whoever the head of this gang is, they must be incredibly well-to-do because they've got guards stationed pretty much around every corner."

"Oh yeah, that's gotta cost a pretty penny." Having completely forgotten thanks to the conversation, Weekly was caught off-guard by the ice cream sundae placed directly in front of him, his eyes going wide when he regarded just how tall the dessert was. "Oh my god, this thing's bigger than my head!"

"Honestly looks like it's bigger than you in general," Blacksad wryly smirked.

The size of the sundae meant that the straw, placed in the whipped cream, rested above Weekly's head, making him crane his neck upwards just to get a sip of it. He sighed in contentment after a few seconds of ingesting the treat. "Oh, this hits the spot."

"I take it it's good?"

"It's washing all my stress away." The grin on Weekly's face stretched from one ear to the other.

"Wish I could have something to do that for me," Blacksad grumbled.

Weekly almost forgot about what they were just talking about. Using two hands, he pushed the tall glass out of the way so that he could see the cat's face again. "So, what's the problem you're having exactly?"

"Okay," Blacksad rubbed his face, "like I said before, all signs are pointing directly to this gang hideout, right? They've practically got a neon sign above the place saying that they're the culprits," he gently banged a closed fist against his mouth as he went over all the clues that he'd collected in his head. "The problem is the evidence that I currently have isn't enough to implicate them of anything just yet, but I know for certain that a little digging around in there will turn up something that I can use."

"Alright, I'm following you," Weekly took another sip, grabbing a spoon to dig away at the ice cream.

"My main issue is that I can't just waltz around undetected because - whoever these guys are - they seem to understand that having a lot of men around makes it almost impossible for people like me to uncover their secrets." Rewatching his previous infiltration in his head heated Blacksad's blood, to the point where he didn't realize at first that he was clenching his jaw in frustration. "And this place used to be a shipping warehouse, so that should give you a clue as to how big it is."

Weekly dabbed his mouth with a napkin before diving his hand back into the glass. "So, what happened the last time?"

"I got my ass handed to me, that's what happened. This burly guy caught me off-guard and it nearly felt like he was gonna shatter every bone in my body with just a few blows," Blacksad rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "I didn't even get much of a chance to retaliate. Every punch I landed felt like I was taking on a brick wall."

"I know that feeling. I was snooping on that up-and-coming crooner after you gave me that tip-off and I happened to see him getting pretty cozy with someone other than his girlfriend. He ended up tailing me after the fact and threw me in a dumpster," Weekly furrowed his brow at the memory, only to perk up right after. "But, I got the photos!"

Blacksad grinned; the mustelid was a pretty proficient photographer, even if he worked at a tabloid. "Oh, nice. She's definitely gonna wanna know about that."

"Yeah, it's only fair to her," Weekly stifled a belch, already eaten half of the dessert. An errant thought zoomed to the front of his brain just then, one that could give the housecat the boost that he needed. "Say, I might have an idea on how to help with your case."

That caught Blacksad's attention. "I'm all ears."

"You could try hitting the gym!" Weekly nodded, a smile worming its way across his face.

Blacksad, however, wasn't anywhere near as enthused. "Uh," he gulped, "that's not really my thing," he grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. He'd been to various gyms in the local area, but only on official detective duty.

"It doesn't have to be. Tons of people like us go just to stay in shape, you know, 'cause we're kinda sitting down all the time these days," Weekly licked his spoon clean before scooping up the last of the ice cream.

"That's true..." Blacksad mused, rubbing his chin.

"Besides, it's not like you have to spend the entire time lifting weights or anything. It might actually be more beneficial if you hit up the punching bag, you know, to hone your punches and stuff."

Blacksad mulled the thought over in his head. "Hmm, maybe I've got some rust that needs shaking off."

"Yeah, exactly!" Weekly wiped his hands clean for the last time.

There was still a niggling doubt in the back of Blacksad's mind over whether or not it was a good idea. "I'm not sure about it, though. I've never stepped foot into one to use its services before."

Weekly shrugged. "Eh, there's a first time for everything, right?"

"I suppose that's true, though I don't really know what I'm doing, to be honest," Blacksad nervously chuckled. His expression then grew stern as he recalled the aftermath of his fight. "But I don't wanna end up in the hospital again. I got lucky the last time that nothing major happened to me, but I shouldn't press my luck."

"Hey, exactly!" Weekly clapped his hands together. "And if it makes you feel better about the decision, I can go with you to keep you company."

Blacksad gave his partner a warm smile. "I'd actually really appreciate that."

"Good, I'm glad you wanna do this. I'm looking forward to it myself," Weekly snickered, rubbing his gut through his bomber jacket. "I gotta work off this sundae anyway."

Blacksad laughed. "I can't believe you ate the whole thing."

"It was so good!" Weekly laughed, some of the other patrons in the diner looking his way.

***

Once an appropriate time had been picked, both Blacksad and Weekly made their way to the local gym. Neither of them had the foggiest clue of what to do, but they'd heard enough about the place to hazard a guess.

Blacksad opted for a classic combination of some pitch-black gym shorts with a white muscle shirt, feeling a bit awkward clad in something that he'd never worn before. He scoped out the rest of the people working out, trying to get a feel for what he was meant to be doing there. It'd been ages since he'd last felt this out of his element. "Yeah, I don't even know where to start with any of this."

"Eh, we'll figure something out. I'm sure of it," Weekly trotted out of the change room, taking his place beside the feline wearing nothing but a pair of red trunks that hadn't seen the light of day in ages. His lanky torso was bare for all to see, for better or worse.

"You're not wearing a shirt?" Blacksad eyed his diminutive sidekick.

Weekly inspected the cat, scoffing at his partner's attire. "You are?"

Blacksad was about to say something, though stopped himself before shrugging. "Fair enough."

"Okay, where to start." Hand wrapped around his jaw with his finger tapping his nose, Weekly gazed around the room trying to pick what seemed like a correct beginner's exercise. "Well, I see those open free weights over there. You wanna try those?"

Blacksad's shoulders slumped forward. "Yep, I'm ready to embarrass myself. Let's go." As Blacksad expected, starting from nothing was rough. He vastly overestimated his potential, having to drop several sizes until he found a weight that he could actually lift for more than a single rep. It felt a bit disconcerting, but he was fully aware of how difficult it would be for him.

While Weekly didn't really fare any better, he didn't seem so self-conscious about it. With the mirror right in front of him he appeared more concerned with how cool he looked than anything else. It was probably the best mindset for a beginner.

Eventually, however, fatigue began to set in, causing their forms to wobble while they struggled to finish their sets. It felt like the best time to give that up and try something else.

'Something else' came in the form of a bench press, which was also a disaster. Like the free weights, they greatly misjudged how much of a load they could lift, leading to a bit of a calamity where Weekly's arms nearly gave out immediately after raising the bar. They gave it their best shot, but they clearly weren't prepared enough.

At that point Blacksad had enough of trying to understand equipment that he'd never seen before and moved onto the one thing he'd actually used in his lifetime - the punching bag. While his arms were a tad sore already, it didn't stop him from getting a good few blows in, with Weekly waiting in the wings to get his go in. It wasn't exactly the greatest feeling to hit it while not wearing gloves, but it was better than nothing.

Unfortunately, they couldn't keep up their pace for much longer. The repetitive strain on their bodies began to take its toll on them, with Blacksad in particular longing to stop. "How the hell has it only been half an hour? I'm exhausted!" He collapsed against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.

"Yeah, I'm wiped," Weekly wicked the sweat from his brow. "But that was good. We did good."

"If you say so..." Blacksad groaned, barely able to remain upright. "I feel like my arms are gonna fall off."

"Nah, you did great, I promise," Weekly said, patting the feline's lower back as they ambled back to the change room. He reached for his clothing in the locker as he turned to his friend. "Hey, you think I could get a ride home with you?"

Blacksad was about to answer, only for a deep inhale to change his mind completely. "Only if you start calling yourself 'Daily'."

"I'm sorry?" That wasn't what Weekly was expecting to hear at all. "I don't think I follow."

"Weekly, I'm not gonna sugar-coat this - you smell like a barn," Blacksad crinkled his nose in disgust. "More than usual."

Weekly grew incensed at the remark. "What? No way! You're just exaggerating."

"When was the last time you exerted yourself like this?" Blacksad cocked a brow.

"Uh, it's probably been a while, I think." Truth be told, Weekly was never the athletic sort. Most of his activity came from the job, which in most cases meant walking around for a bit before stopping again. "It can't be that bad, honestly." His curiosity piqued, he lifted an arm to get a whiff of his pit, recoiling almost instantaneously when the malodourous stench hit his nostrils. "Holy shit, you're right..."

"I tend not to lie about these things," Blacksad stated matter-of-factly, his gaze narrowed at the mustelid.

Weekly was beside himself, unsure of how his smell could've possibly gotten that bad. "Okay, I'm gonna go hop in the shower now, I guess," he gulped. "Um, I'll see you in a bit."

***

"Jeez, it's been pissing rain all week. You'd think we're in hurricane season or something!" Weekly exclaimed, wiping away the excess water off of his coat before stepping inside his partner's apartment.

Blacksad glanced at the weasel with a bemused look on his face. "Uh, we actually are."

"Oh," Weekly said, shutting the door behind him. "I guess that makes sense then."

A week had passed since the pair of them had started working out at the gym. While shaky in the beginning, they eventually found their groove and began to enjoy themselves more now that they actually had a clue about what to do. Blacksad especially was thrilled that the exercises that they performed didn't seem to make his body ache nearly as much as the first day.

"Thanks for letting me crash here, by the way," Weekly hung both his jacket and flat cap on the coat rack, making sure that he didn't leave the mat by the front door without taking his boots off.

"Yeah, it's not a problem," Blacksad responded, slipping out of his trench coat. He peered through a window at the outside world, amazed at how hard the weather was raging. "Jeez, I haven't seen the streets this flooded in ages."

"That's wild." Being around half the feline's height meant that Weekly had to stand on his tiptoes just to see out of the window.

A random itch got Blacksad mindlessly scratching his arm, though he paused when he felt something that he didn't recognize. "Huh, I'm filling out my shirt a bit more than usual now." Now fully aware of the fact, he pinched the fabric of his dress shirt, noticing how he could pull less of it away from his arm.

"Hey, that means the gym is paying off. I told you!" Just to double check, Weekly inspected his own body for the same thing. His A-shirt was forced to contain more of him now.

"I guess it also helps that we have an idea on how to efficiently exercise now," Blacksad suggested.

"Yeah, this is great!" Weekly beamed, poking at his chest as if to confirm that the muscle definition present there was real. "I actually feel pretty good about myself now."

Blacksad smirked when he saw the mustelid admiring himself. "Well, make yourself at home. I'm sure I can scrounge up something to eat later when we get hungry."

"Thanks, I appreciate the hospitality," Weekly ran his hand through his wet neck fur. It was lost on him, but taking more frequent baths helped give his fur a nicer feel in addition to combating the smell.

"Say, Weekly," Blacksad turned to the short least weasel.

"Yes?"

Blacksad rubbed the back of his neck. "Clearly we actually have put on some muscle mass in our short time working out. Do you think that we've done enough and that we can stop?"

"How should I know? You're the one who's dealt with those guys out of the two of us." Upon saying that, Weekly's eyes lit up as he remembered something important. "Oh, that reminds me. I wanted to show you something." In a huff, he bolted for the duffel bag that he'd brought with him, quickly pulling something out of a pocket that he'd just unzipped. "So, I did a little reconnaissance of my own since your description of the gang piqued my curiosity. Nothing major, of course; I only snuck around to their loading dock and snapped a few pics."

"Oh?" Blacksad's own interest was aroused.

"Yeah, take a look." Weekly's mitts were full of developed photos, now spread out on the housecat's dining table. "You weren't kidding at all, these guys are huge!"

Blacksad did just that, though his eyes went wide as saucers when he got a good look at what his friend managed to capture. There were all sorts of men unloading things from trucks, but his gaze was squarely on two men in particular - a supremely jacked hippo and elephant. "Wait, I only ever fought the bear before. I didn't even see those other two!"

"Well, I totally understand why you said you were having trouble. I just thought you were referring to your run-of-the-mill bad guys here," Weekly pursed his lips as he glimpsed along the photos. "I gotta be honest, I don't envy you at all right now."

Blacksad's hands covered the lower half of his face as his eyes flicked back and forth between the two men, completely obscuring the white patch of fur that surrounded his mouth. In conjunction with the bear that he'd already fought, it made for a particularly terrifying trio of bastards to try and take down. He was unsure of how he'd manage to do that, but at least there was something that he could do in order to give him a hand in accomplishing what seemed like an impossible feat.

He knew that he still had the gym at his disposal.

***

Another week of hard work had passed, with the pair of friends making significant progress in the iron pit. They'd grown more confident in the time since they'd started, having branched out to other exercises on top of the ones that they'd tried before, now understanding far more of what the gym had to offer. Anyone who followed their progress from day one would be impressed with how far they'd come, them included.

Their results spoke for themselves. Clothing that once gave slack now fit snugly against their frames, making some movements feel a little stiff in their day-to-day lives. Blacksad especially felt the brunt of his gains as his collared shirt wasn't meant for that kind of size; he'd have to stop by the department store some time to find something else that fit better.

Weekly, on the other hand, didn't feel nearly as restricted as his attire was significantly less professional than the cat's was. A wardrobe full of T-shirts and sweaters accommodated the muscle mass that he'd put on far easier than the detective's did. Seeing the obvious bulges coming through the soft material made him pleased with his efforts!

That was one thing that Blacksad had to admit - seeing the discernable outline of his musculature gave him great satisfaction. He was a dedicated professional, meaning that he enjoyed the fruits of his labour come into being.

Having taken a break from the case meant that the pair of them had spent more time together than they'd had in the past, sometimes to Blacksad's chagrin. This happened to be one of those times.

Weekly barged through the front door of the feline's apartment, barely kicking his boots off before he went barreling inside. "I know it's around here somewhere!"

"Why would_your_ camera be at my place exactly?" Blacksad groaned, trying to prevent the outside dirt of the photographer's footwear from soiling the rest of his flat.

"Because I know I had it here the other day," Weekly responded, craning his neck around every room as he tried to locate his work equipment. He snatched the flat cap from the top of his head as he hunkered onto the ground to see under the furniture, not making any progress until he entered the housecat's bedroom. There, his prize awaited. "Aha, I knew it!"

Blacksad followed the weasel through his pad until he saw the smaller man come back up from under his bed frame, already pinching the bridge of his nose at the sight. "Okay, so why the hell was it under my bed?"

"Remember when you asked me to help move some stuff around here yesterday? I put my camera out of the way so that it didn't get wrecked or anything," Weekly inspected the device, not seeing any damage that might have occurred while it was out of his possession. "I just forgot where I left it. That's my mistake."

"Okay, well if that's that, then-"

"Hey, I don't think I've ever noticed this photo of you before." Completely ignoring the black-furred cat, Weekly grabbed a frame photograph of his partner, though was taken aback by the apparent age of the picture. "Huh, you look pretty young here."

Blacksad leaned over to see what the mustelid was looking at. "Yeah, I think that was when I was either in my late twenties or early thirties."

"Are you serious right now?" Weekly whipped his head around to look at the feline, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Uh, yes," Blacksad arched a brow. "Why?"

Weekly let out an astonished laugh the more that he looked at the slight babyface that his friend had at the time. "John, come on!"

"'John, come on', what?" Blacksad felt annoyance bubble up inside him, crossing his arms along his sumptuous chest.

"This picture's ancient! Tell me you've got newer ones around here somewhere," Weekly placed the photo back on the night side table.

Having not been something that he particularly thought or cared about, Blacksad could only rub the back of his neck as he tried to recall all of the pictures that he had in his apartment. "Um, yeah, I think so. Probably have some ones that were taken with family at Christmas six or seven years ago."

Weekly's jaw nearly hit the ground when he heard that. "No, you've got to be shitting me with that."

Blacksad sighed. "Oh, what now?"

"You don't have any recent photos of yourself? Really?" The revelation got Weekly to beam with excitement. "Come on, we gotta fix that!"

"What?" Blacksad wasn't sure about that. "Right now?"

Weekly grinned from ear-to-ear as he held the device to his chest. "Sure! I got the camera, right? It won't take long at all."

It wasn't exactly what Blacksad had planned to do that day, but he ultimately couldn't think of any reason to object to the proposal. "I suppose if it's alright with you."

"Of course it is. We're friends, right?" With an expert's eye, Weekly scanned the room for the best possible location for the impromptu shoot. All sorts of variables were taken into consideration before he made his decision. "The lighting looks good against the wall over there, so if you wanna sit on your bed I can start with some professional headshots."

"You're the boss." As instructed, Blacksad took a seat on his bed, trying to find a comfortable position. The experience of doing something at home that he'd only ever been a part of in a professional studio made him feel a bit weird.

Weekly took a moment to fiddle with the settings on his camera before aiming it at the cat, centring him in the viewfinder. "Yup, that's the stuff. That's perfect right there." Like a true shutterbug, he took pictures from all sorts of angles, guiding the detective at every opportunity to get the best photo possible. He had to hand it to the feline, that was probably one of the better sessions he'd done, all thanks to his partner being a stellar subject.

"So, are we done now?" Blacksad asked.

"Potentially," Weekly checked the roll of film in his camera and noticed that he still had quite a bit left in it. It gave him another brilliant idea. "Say, how're things with the ladyfolk? Still striking out?"

The question left Blacksad stunned, scoffing at its forward nature. "I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response."

Weekly sighed, conceding that he could've worded his inquiry better. "That wasn't meant to be an attack, I just thought I might be able to help you out."

Blacksad cursed his endless curiosity. "Explain."

"Well, in my line of work I've had the opportunity to take some more _risqué_pictures, so I have an idea on how to garner interest out of people with just a single photo." A wry smirk emphasized Weekly's intentions.

"What, you want me to be cheating on my wife?" Blacksad chuckled. "Might be a little difficult since I don't have one of those."

"No, no!" Weekly covered his face with a hand, grinning wide. "I mean, I've taken photographs of people who've specifically asked me to do so. On purpose."

Blacksad couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the weasel being in charge of a situation like that. "You've shot porn before? I'm actually impressed!"

"Nah, nothing like that. It's totally softcore."

"Didn't know What's News had centrefolds," Blacksad shot the photographer a sly look.

"I wish!" Weekly chuckled. "Those were just personal items that the people kept, sadly. Come to think of it, that could be a pretty lucrative career. I should remember that."

As much as Blacksad felt like a fish out of water, another opportunity like this wasn't going to come around again for some time so he might as well make the best of the situation. Plus, he was getting this for free; what did he have to lose? "Alright, I suppose I can give this a shot. What do I need to do?"

"Oh, that's easy. Gimme your best 'sexy' look," Weekly flicked his gaze between the feline and his camera while he set everything up. "Something to grab people's attention, something smouldering."

The request seemed a bit daunting, but Blacksad carried it out as best as he could. "Okay, how's this?"

Weekly brought the viewfinder to his eye, only to immediately stop when he saw the lifeless expression on his partner's face. "Buddy, you look like you're being paid to watch paint dry."

"Well, I've never done this before!" Blacksad tried to explain.

"That much is obvious. At least throw a smile on, for God's sake, and arch one of your eyebrows like someone's caught your eye," Weekly watched as the housecat did what he'd asked, and while what he got wasn't the prettiest expression he'd ever seen, it was something that the right angle could fix. "Okay, that I can work with." With a grace that he normally didn't show, he moved around the room while snapping numerous photos of the cat, trying to find something that worked in their favour. He felt a bit stumped in that the pictures seemed somehow lacking, but a quick glance up at the detective gave him the perfect idea. "You know what, you could show off the progress that you've made in the gym so far. Why don't you go ahead and undo a couple of the buttons, yeah?"

"Uh..." Blacksad gulped, now feeling more awkward about this whole thing than he did before. "I don't think that's necessary."

Weekly snickered at the feline's apprehension. "Hey, how do you know it won't be the thing that lands you a date?"

Blacksad wanted to protest, he really did, but he struggled in coming up with a reasonable excuse as to why he shouldn't go along with this. Truthfully, his love life hadn't been in the brightest spot as of late, and it got to the point where maybe he oughta try things that he usually avoided. "How do you talk me into these sorts of things?" He sighed, a grin worming its way onto his face as he unfastened the top few buttons of his shirt.

"Good, good," Weekly said, taking a second for the detective to get back into position before returning to the shoot. If his friend's expression was a bit off, then perhaps the photos could be salvaged if a little chest was exposed - maybe that was the key to the housecat's success. "Okay, undo the rest of them now," he watched as the larger man followed his instructions, revealing that sculpted torso to the world. "Yes, good. Maybe go ahead and let the shirt slowly fall off of you."

"Going all out, I see." While he was starting to feel a bit better about being in this situation, Blacksad still didn't know if this would help him out.

Weekly kept the camera trained on the feline, swiveling his position to capture his friend's best angles. "Oh yeah. Looking hot, Blacksad!"

That put a smile on Blacksad's face. "You mean it?"

Weekly halted, his train of thought brought to an abrupt stop. "Sorry, what am I meaning now?" He lowered the camera from his face.

"You said I looked hot," Blacksad stated.

"Oh, uh," Weekly scratched the back of his neck, "I mean, it's something I say to the people I'm photographing."

"To everyone?"

The sudden emphasis on something that he mindlessly blurted out had Weekly pretty confused. "Mostly, I guess?"

"I just thought it was funny that you only said it after I started stripping out of my clothes," Blacksad's expression turned mischievous as he shot the mustelid a knowing look.

Having the recent series of events played back to him like that shook Weekly, who couldn't accurately explain why he'd expressed himself in that manner. "Um, right... I, uh-"

"Weekly, it's fine. I'm not busting your balls or anything," Blacksad burst out laughing at his sidekick's flustered visage. "If it makes you feel better, I think you're cute."

That got Weekly blushing hard. "Y-You really think so?" He gulped, not used to this kind of attention from another person. "I've kinda always thought you were objectively hot."

"Woah, that's way stronger than what I said!" The admission got Blacksad laughing even harder.

"Ah!" Weekly hid his face behind his camera, not wanting the housecat to see the embarrassment written all over him.

This was exactly the thing that Blacksad needed - he felt more at ease now than he had that whole day. "Weekly, you're okay! I just didn't know you felt that way about me."

Weekly lowered the camera, letting it rest in his hands. "It, uh, never really felt right to say anything. You know, because we work together and stuff," he squirmed in place. "Also you're so collected and sure of yourself, and I'm just..." Comparing the differences between himself and the detective didn't feel great. "Not."

"Well, you can breathe easy now, I don't have an issue with anything you said." As much as he was trying to help the diminutive mustelid, Blacksad could see that his partner was still a tad despondent. That, however, was when he thought of an excellent idea to get the photographer to cheer up. "Why don't you put your camera down and come over here, huh?"

Weekly couldn't hide the rosy blush that showed through his facial fur. "Uh," he nervously chuckled, "yeah, sure." Setting his camera on the side table, he padded over to where the cat had taken a seat on the bed and sat beside him.

"Man, you still look tense," Blacksad observed how the weasel kept himself bunched up. "Hey, why don't you do what you asked me to do and take your shirt off?"

"I-I don't know if I should..." Weekly couldn't help but avoid eye contact with the feline.

Blacksad rolled his eyes as he chuckled. "Weekly, you workout without one on anyway. What's the problem?"

"It's different now!" Weekly asserted. "The gym isn't so intimate like this is."

"Do I have to help?" Blacksad used a finger to guide the smaller man's face to meet his, watching air be forced from his friend's nostrils.

Weekly squealed. "Maybe."

"Then relax and let me help." Waiting until the mustelid unclenched his body, Blacksad carefully slid the bomber jacket off and onto the bed, revealing a long-sleeved shirt that contoured around the photographer's newly-gained beef. Digging his fingers under the hem of the shirt got his partner giggling, even moreso when the fabric was pulled off to display the tight core of the smaller man.

Weekly felt a flurry of emotions coalesce inside of him, a lot of them being felt for the first time. He didn't stop the cat from removing his top, letting his brawny arms slide out from the sleeves. There'd been many times that he'd felt vulnerable in his job, but this was a first for him. "Heh, okay, I'm half-naked now."

"And?" Blacksad rested a hand on the weasel's muscly shoulder. "How does it feel?"

"Uh, terrifying." Having his upper half be unveiled in such a regard got Weekly's blood pumping, though the tenseness that he felt popped his muscles out more than he thought they could. "And exciting, I guess."

"What about this, then?" Catching the mustelid off-guard, Blacksad grabbed his friend along his trunk and lifted, placing the flustered photographer on his lap. "Does this feel good?"

Weekly felt more exposed than he'd ever have before in his life. There was nowhere for him to hide now. "Yeah..." He meekly affirmed.

"Good, I'm glad." Now that he had his partner in a much cozier position, Blacksad turned up the heat. He trailed his nose along the weasel's burgeoning trap, slowly dragging it up the other man's neck, eliciting a pleased whimper from his friend. Surprising even himself, it was more enjoyable than he thought it'd be for one peculiar reason. "Have you always smelled this good, or is this new?"

"Oh, uh, I've kinda always smelled like this." The praise got Weekly blushing again. "Have you never noticed it before?"

Blacksad hated being the one to tell the mustelid, but he felt like he was the only one that could. "Weekly, no one has because all we can smell is your pungent body odour."

That hit Weekly like a ton of bricks. "Right, okay," his expression dropped, now understanding why everyone had that much of an aversion to him. "So I've been shooting myself in the foot the entire time then."

"Oh, big time. But," Blacksad once again dug his nose into the photographer's fluffy fur, "you're more than making up for it now." With his partner acting like putty in his hands, he decided to be bolder, running his muzzle along the other man's face and coaxing out another squeal of joy. Then, with his heart nearly beating out of his chest, his lips found purchase on the weasel's, locking them together in a fervent display.

The housecat may have experience in lovemaking, but Weekly didn't. His heart felt like it was getting overloaded from the intense passionate embrace, but somehow he managed to keep himself together. He finally gathered enough courage to reciprocate, pushing back into the smooch with force of his own. It made him happy that he got to enjoy his first time with someone that he trusted.

Blacksad was content to continue with the embrace, but at some point he felt something poking him in the abs. It caused him to stop to get a good look at it. "Oh, I guess you find this more exciting than terrifying. If you want, I can help you with that."

If it was possible for Weekly's entire body to blush, this would be the time. "Uh, you don't have to, it's okay!"

"I've been in this position before, you know," Blacksad said, feeling his own cathood rise to the occasion. "I know what I'm doing."

Weekly was about to protest out of nervousness, but the way that the feline gently stroked his stiff endowment through the fabric of his pants left him wanting more. "Okay, I trust you."

That was all that Blacksad needed to hear. Deftly, he reached down to the fly of the other man's pants and unfastened it, opening the zipper as far as it would go. He could see the mustelid's pole quiver in those black boxers. With lust driving his actions, he pulled down the band of his partner's underwear, exposing the dripping cock to the open air. Heh, the little guy _really_wanted this!

Weekly had no idea what the cat was about to do, but didn't do a damn thing to stop him. He watched with bated breath as his friend repositioned himself, shifting farther back on the bed and bringing his lower half closer until he felt his dick be enveloped in the soft tissue of the larger man's mouth. Instantly his body reacted, his nerves alight with pure euphoria that made his muscles flex uncontrollably. It was hard for him to remain composed - it just felt too good!

Blacksad hummed as he slid his tongue all along the photographer's musky shaft, savouring the taste as preseed continued to drool down the length. It amused him to feel the shorter man squirm in his grasp, though he certainly enjoyed the impromptu show that he received. The feeling of the mustelid's musculature tensing in his grip felt incredible, making him wonder why he didn't pursue men as much. Maybe he'd been barking up the wrong tree the whole time.

Unadulterated pleasure coursed through Weekly's veins as his phallus was attended to. He snorted as he tried to stay cool and collected, but the sheer sensitivity of his crotch rocket prevented that from ever happening. It was to the point where the utter bliss frying his nerves pushed his arousal over the edge, letting loose his pent-up need into his friend's awaiting mouth.

Blacksad kept his lips clamped down onto the mustelid's rod, not wanting to let anything escape. It was basically as he'd expected - he knew that the photographer was thoroughly unused to the carnal pleasures that he'd been a part of in the past, so he had a feeling that the other man would blow fast. And his partner did, with him gleefully catching the load on his tongue.

All it took was a single pump of Weekly's hips to ensure that his balls were drained, sighing in relief that his frustrations had been taken care of. He felt himself melt from the lovemaking that the cat had given him, growing weak from the release. "John, that was incredible!" He gushed, collapsing onto the detective's chiseled torso.

Blacksad was happy that he helped his friend unwind. The weasel felt nice lying along his trunk like that, appreciating the weight that the smaller man was able to provide. There was one thing about the smaller man that amazed him more than that, however. "You know, I didn't realize you were so big down there."

"Oh, uh," Weekly's eyes went wide when he heard that. "I guess I never noticed?"

"I'm surprised. That's something guys usually advertise," Blacksad wryly smirked.

The topic of their conversation honed Weekly's attention to the feline's manhood, hard as a rock and trapped in its fabric prison. "You're pretty big yourself, you know."

The compliment wasn't lost on Blacksad, though an errant grope of his own fuckstick caught him by surprise. "Almost feels bigger than usual."

"Maybe you're just that happy to see me," Weekly cooed, tracing a finger along the cat's shapely pectorals.

"Oh, I am," Blacksad reciprocated with his own lascivious intent. He locked eyes with the weasel, a playful grin stretching across his face. "Wanna see it?"

Weekly couldn't contain his excitement. "Can I?!" Upon seeing his reaction, the cat loosened the pants containing that pulsating meatlog, much to his astonishment. "Holy shit, this thing's massive!" He cradled the other man's cock in his hands, shocked at how it was taller than one of his own mitts. "And you're still single?"

"Um..." Blacksad pursed his lips, not anticipating being attacked like that. "Sadly, yes."

"Well, those other people are missing out," Weekly smirked at being allowed access to his friend's junk so easily. "Hey, why don't I help you out? You know, squid pro row."

Blacksad chuckled at the mustelid's mistake. "You mean 'quid pro quo'?"

"Yeah, that's it." Another blush crept onto Weekly's face. "You sucked me off, so I can do the same to you."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Weekly wanted to say something, but nothing left his mouth. He hated how innocent he was at times. "Uh... not really, but it can't be that hard to figure out, right?"

"Oh, this will be a fun experience for you then," Blacksad ruffled the top of the photographer's head. The idea that he'd be letting his partner loose on the most sensitive part of his body unnerved him a bit, but, hey, any head is good head.

Weekly was still in awe at the size of the feline's pillar, making him hesitate in his next move. He was slow to act - almost too slow, if one were to ask him - but he gradually inched his face closer to the larger man's cockflesh, his nose picking up the vigourous scent of the housecat's masculinity. It was intoxicating.

His snout scrunched up, he pushed himself nearer to the other man's schlong, giving it a tentative lick. He shuddered, not only from the heavenly taste of dick that he'd never experienced before, but also from the thin rivulets of cum that dribbled down the throbbing length. This was the farthest that he'd ever gone with another person and it had his heart nearly pounding out of his chest.

Blacksad felt a shiver rip up his spine as his sensitive prick was caressed by the weasel's gentle tongue. It brought him great pleasure to let his partner take the reins, getting to experience what someone's first time felt like for the first time in a while. The electric sensations coming from his shaft got him to groan, his body twitching in certain areas. Despite his friend being a total beginner, it seemed like the other man knew exactly how best to please a guy.

Weekly let his broad tongue lap up the pre drooling from the cat's pole, a small string of saliva connecting it to his friend's cock tip. He was getting the feel for it right away, a bit proud of himself for being such a fast learner. That made his strokes all the more confident. He gave the feline a few more licks before wrapping his lips around the fleshy mushroom head.

Blacksad was on cloud nine when the mustelid's mouth enveloped his aching tool. A moan escaped his lips as he felt the warm embrace from the photographer, his nerves set alight as the other man gingerly grazed his turgid prick with pointed teeth, most likely without realizing what was happening. He counted himself lucky that he got to experience this without asking for it himself.

He'd edged himself plenty of times in the past, so he was confident that he wouldn't blow his load right away. It'd be a good time for the photographer too since he'd get the chance to practice on someone who'd last longer than himself.

Weekly felt more certain of himself the longer that he bobbed along the housecat's shaft. Every so often he'd feel another bead of precum bubble up at the tip, to which he let it slide along his tongue to the back of his throat. The whole event was incredible; never in a million years did he think he'd like it so much. He grew insatiable as his sexual appetite burgeoned.

Once he felt sure enough of his abilities he started really getting into it. One thing he'd forgotten up until that point was that he had other means of titillating the cat, utilizing his hands to caress along the detective's inner thighs and eliciting a groan of approval from the larger man. It enticed him to go further, cradling the feline's admittedly large testicles and watching the other man squirm from a simple touch alone. He sure hoped that their next time would be relatively soon!

Blacksad gripped the bedsheets underneath him, his resolve failing him the more that the weasel went to town on his crotch rocket. It amazed him that he normally lasted longer than this when dealing with women, but seemed to blow sooner when it came to men. He chalked it up to guys knowing the best ways to get each other off, and it seemed like the photographer was no exception.

The way that the mustelid fondled his balls fought against how much he wanted to prolong his pleasure. Every gentle squeeze sent shivers up his spine, his breathing growing staggered the longer that the other man's ministrations persisted. And the way that his thighs were rubbed down... If he didn't know any better, he'd say that he'd gotten way more sensitive in his erogenous zones than he used to be. It was enough to make him blow.

Weekly's eyes bulged out when he felt the feline's cumpipe bloat out with spunk, shooting right into his greedy gullet with every pump. The flavour wasn't something that he tasted all that much, but it was something that he was sure he'd be intimately familiar with really soon. He milked the housecat for all that he was worth, taking every last dollop of seed into his mouth, savouring it before swallowing it down.

Running his hand through the sweat-matted fur on his forehead, Blacksad felt more satisfied than he had in ages. Like the weasel, he had his own urges that hadn't been tended to in quite some time, so he genuinely appreciated the opportunity to let them loose right then. Perhaps he might last longer if he got to do this more often.

With a grin on his face, Weekly licked his lips clean before doing the same to the cat's cock. "So, how was that? Did I do well?"

"You exceeded all expectations," Blacksad beamed. "I'd give you a gold star if I had any."

"Good, I'm glad!" Weekly cheered, clambering back onto the bed to rest beside the feline. "I really enjoyed that."

Blacksad wrapped his arm around the mustelid, bringing him in close to the point where he felt the other man's nose dig into his open pit. "Maybe we make this part of the routine. Satisfy our needs after every workout."

"I'd like that!" Weekly nuzzled into the cat's musky pit, inhaling the incredibly masculine scent. To think that this is what his friend smelled like the whole time and he had no idea.

There was still one thing Blacksad felt needed to be done to cap off the night. Gently grabbing his lover, he hoisted the weasel and pulled him onto his shredded torso, faces meeting one another. Not a word needed to be said to know what his intent was.

The pair of them immediately pressed their lips against the other's in an ardent display of love that only grew stronger the longer that they kept at it. Tongues slipped into one another's mouths, dancing with their partner like they'd been choreographed to.

Now things were perfect.