The Accident

Story by Joahns Delakore on SoFurry

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It had been hours since the accident, the ambulance and police had long since left the scene, the wreckage already cleared away, and Janus was still shivering, shaking as the tears rolled down his checks. Standing on the side of the road, he gazed blankly at the red stain on the road that time would soon wash away. It wasn't his fault, the kid kept telling himself over and over again, the words echoing hollowly through his mind. I didn't see it. I couldn't have seen it. It just came out of no where. Its not my fault. Its not my fault.

The moon was slowly making its descent from the heavens, heralding the coming of a new day when the crying cat finally moved, shuffle-stagger stepping down the side of the road toward home, shattered with pain and anguish, and shame.

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It had been a long night at work. God's! it had been a long night. There hadn't been one thing that didn't go wrong. A virus had worked its way through the front office's firewall and anti-virus protection, crippling have the network and dumping most of the files on the few that had been lucky enough to have been logged off before the virus had ran its five minute course. The phone system had a bug in it, and the telecom company, Tun-Tone, couldn't be buggered to try to fix it "Until we have a free technician who can assist you", which will be next Monday at the earliest; which meant that we had to spend all day hunting down the personnel we needed to get in touch with by hand. A water main broke just down the street, contaminating the water supply and tearing up the water-operated cooling fixtures within the electronics room, causing a mainframe to over heat and a board cutter to lock-up. Tony, the other technician, had to leave early, having severely burnt himself on the mainframe, leaving me by myself to perform damage control on the network and maintain the operability of the remaining four mainframes. It's almost seven o'clock as I type this, and I'm about to get off from work. I hope Sam will forgive me for being late. We were supposed to meet up at The Laughing Hog at eight o'clock, but I'll be lucky to make it by eight thirty, with the forty minute drive home, the quick shower and change, and the drive to the bar. Well, I just got the go-ahead to sign off, so I guess I better sign off. I'm on the way, Samuel!

Janus Sunavan punched the send icon on his blog page, posting the latest update of Janus' life on his website, and with a deft hand born out of years of practice, shutdown simultaneously the personnel computer he had been writing on, the mainframe monitor, and the network administrator unit he had been fighting for the past five hours to repair the damage that the MoFosUkA virus had wrought eight hours ago. A glow of pride washed over his heart and mind, reflecting on how he had been able to bring the network back online and purge the system of the virus three hours after the whole network crashed. Not bad for a twenty year old tech. With a flourish, the yellow tabby threw his jacket on and left the computer room. Giving the night guard a chirpy goodnight, Janus signed out and was on the road headed home minutes later.

The evening traffic was light, and thirty minutes after leaving work, Janus was at home and in the shower, rubbing shampoo into his fur, massaging it into a fast foam and washing it out again. I'm late! I'm late! flashed through the hurried cat's mind as he quickly tugged on a faded pair of jeans and a midnight black t-shirt, which clung to the still damp fur. Janus had called the patient Sam as he toweled off, apologizing for running late. Sam had only chuckled at his mates discomfort and assured the agitated tabby that it was okay.

He himself was running late, stuck at a construction zone where a utility crew was repairing a downed power line, which had been fouled by a felled ancient tree, rotted and ruined until its trunk could no longer support its massive height, whence it crack and fell across the highway, snarling the power lines and nearly taking out Sam (a fact he had left out of his discussion. No need to add extra worries onto his love's shoulder's). If he had been driving faster, like he usually did, the brakes would still have been squealing when the passenger car reached the tree. Luck had won out, and he had only lightly breasted up against the tree. Janus hung up to get dressed, and was soon streaking out of his three bedroom home and jumping into his car, turning the ignition, and running down the road toward the highway.

It wasn't long until he had reached where the felled tree had blocked traffic. the crew was already cleaning up the remainder of the now cut up tree, and traffic was flowing freely again. thanking his luck, which seemed to be turning around for once, Janus drove on to The Laughing Pig.

The Laughing Pig, a small bar sitting just off of the highway, was busy tonight, filled with both the locals and travelers. If it hadn't been for his deceptively deep voice and waving grey arm, Janus would next had seen Sam in the corner booth, not there custom spot, which held a rowdy pack of hyenas, travelers coming in for the Sun-King Festival.

"Sorry I'm late." Janus half shouted over the din. "What happened to our usual table?"

"I let them have it." Sam rumbled. "It was the only table left that could fit them all, and all we needed was a booth, anyway. Besides, the one with her back to us has a nice ass."

They shared a laugh as the canine in question looked over her shoulder and gave the grey tabby a saucy wink.

"Cute face, too." Janus added, picking up a mug of beer that Sandie the waitress had just placed in front of him. "Thanks love."

Sandie just smiled and walked to the next table, delivering more of the cooling refreshment to the patrons.

"You know she fancies you, Jan, right?" The small statured Sam said over the rim of his own mug.

"Yeah, but she knows I already have someone." Janus replied, rubbing his foot against Sam's inner thigh. The blush that rose on Sam's face was hard the see, impossible to notice if you weren't looking, but it was there as the leg caressing continued for a few more moments. "Besides, she just wants the trip to Hawaii."

"Next week." Sam nodded with a grin. "Think everyone can handle things while we're gone?"

"Sure. Tony and Sue should be able to handle anything that gets thrown their ways."

"So we are going to be tech free?" Rose the skeptical cats eyebrow.

"Tech free." Janus replied. "It's going to be one week of care-free joy. No tech. No troubles. Just you, me, and the sea."

"Good." He replied, a grin spreading across the whiskered grey face. "I don't want to share you with anyone else."

The conversation turned towards other, less joyful matters as they started their second round of beer. Sam had ran into his father today at Wal-mart, and a fight was quick to form. Sam's father had always hated his son since the day Sam announced he was gay. The tension between the two grew steadily worse the few years after the outing, until the day the Sam's dad caught his son kissing Janus. Sam's father exploded, raving about disgusting people and perverted sexuality, and Sam was quick to hold his own in the fight. That night Sam was kicked out of his father's house, exiled as it was. Ever since then, at any family get togethers, the argument would spring anew, and the chance meeting at the store was no exception. Security had to remove the pair from the building for disturbing the other customers.

As the sixth round of beers reached the table, the conversation shifted to small talk about work and news. Not much change, Sam assured his yellow feline friend. The trial of the state's Governor was still on ice, post-poned until next week, yet again. The logging company was making pretty good headway thinning the elderly trees along the highway, though they weren't fast enough for the one that decided to lay across the road.

Round ten saw the resurfacing of the vacation, and the night wore on as they laid plans for what they were going to do on the white sandy beaches.

The clock over the bar shone one fifteen in the morning as the two drunk cats staggered to Janus' car.

"I'll drive." Janus said numbly as they reached the car. "We'll pick up your car in the morning, when your more sober."

"When we are more sober." Sam replied with a grin, poking a playful finger into his taller friends ribs.

Sam was about to buckle his seat-belt when Janus asked, "Wanna poke somewhere else?"

The blush that rose on Sam's was quickly covered by the cat's grin. "Have I ever left my man wanting?" Sam replied, reaching over to rub Janus' inner thigh.

The alcohol and the passion fueled their bodies as they began to kiss deeply, pressing there lips together, wishing and wanting to unit into one entity of love right there and then. Janus was the first to break the kiss, releasing himself from his seat, slipping over the gear shift, and straddling his sitting grey lover. A deft push caused the seat to roll back, giving Janus more room to work, and dropped the seat back flat, leaving Sam on his back. The bulge of Sam's manhood was straining against the brown khakis as Janus slowly undid his friend's belt, button, then zipper, pulling off the pants and underwear with one move of his hands. Sam had unbuttoned his light grey dress shirt while the briefs were passing his knees, and now laid in the nude, his ample member standing at full attention, throbbing in anticipation of the care that the yellow cat was about to give it. Janus' pants and boxers were quick to follow the other garments which were piling up in the backseat. Poised over his lover in only his t-shirt, Janus asked, "Are you ready?" A sly grin and a deep blush was all the answer Janus needed as he bent over the grey cats member and began to suck on it. The rough feel of Janus' tongue across the tip of Sam's cock cause the feline to buck his hips, pressing further into Janus' mouth, and eliciting a moan of pleasure from the pair. The bobbing of Janus' head along Sam's penis was just the overture, he knew, which only brought more pleasure and anticipation, ratcheting him up to higher planes of ecstasy.

With one last lick, sucking so hard that Sam's penis audibly popped out of Janus' mouth, Janus rose from the now bright red member, positioning himself so that his anus rested on Sam's raging cock. Reaching out a paw, Sam gripped his loves equally ready member and began to paw him off. And to the rhythmic motions of his lovingly stroked cock, Janus lowered himself onto Sam's dick. Slick with Janus' spit and Sam's precum, the penis easily slid into the hole that seemed oh so ready to be poked.

Janus and Sam shuddered together when Janus' checks rubbed up against Sam's hips. With a gusty sigh of pleasureful delight, Janus began to rise and fall, forcing Sam's cock to nearly pull all the way out and then to slide back all the way to the hilt. Janus tried to keep his pace slow, but Sam's rhythmic pawing, and the pressing of Sam's penis against Janus' prostate was getting to much to bare, and soon was picking up pace, beginning to ram his anus up and down around his love's member. They were both racing toward there peaks, and the passion was spiraling out of control, rising higher and racing faster with each passing second, until the pressure was too much for the pair. With groans and moans of pleasure, Janus began to shoot shot after shot onto his lover's stomach, who simultaneously began to fill Janus with his seed. Gasping with drunken exertion, they collapsed into each others arms, smearing the cum across the pairs chests, which Sam was more than happy to rectify, licking Janus clean, who in turn returned the favor, licking ever last drop over Sam's chest and now receding penis.

"I guess I'd better get us home." Janus whispered into his love's ears. And soon they were dressed and on the road, headed home.

They hadn't been on the road long when Sam started to paw himself, going for a second climax.

Brushing aside the grey paw, Janus said, "Let me take care of that." Watching the road, Janus began to paw off his mate, who stretched out his legs until the were straining against the floorboard, pressing him hard into his seat. The face of pure, closed eyed delight rapture the yellow cat, who picked up the pace a little more, eliciting a deep growl of yearning. Janus' administration brought a quick result, having his hand covered with Sam's seed in short order. With a smile of self-satisfaction, Janus drew his eyes off of his satisfied and looked back toward the road ahead. And to the logging truck exiting the highway. And to the log that was extended far off the back of the truck bed.

The shatter of glass and screeching ripping of metal ripped through the car as the overhanging log scythed through the windshield, ripping off the entire top half of the passenger side and jerking the car instantly out of control. The blur of images that flashed by Janus' eyes was to jumbled, to quick to process. Janus tried to regain control but the car careened off the road and into the tree line.

Them everything went red in pain, which receded to the black of unconsciousness.

The sound of sirens off in the distance jerked the bleeding and battered yellow feline back into the world of the living. "What happened?" Janus asked groggily, casting his head back and forth, shaking the fog out of his clouded eyes. Reality came screeching back as the memories of the last few minute ran screaming back through his mind. "Sam? SAM!?"

Janus whipped his head to the right, striking a shot of pain from his injured neck. The pain of what he saw made the neck pale. "...Sam?"

The passenger seat was soaked in blood, and both Janus and the back seats were covered with a spray of the life fluid. The log had ripped the seat off of its mooring, and snapped the seat back in half. What it did to Sam haunts Janus to this day. Sam had been stretched to his full height when the log sliced through the car. Sam's back was broke and bent over the remainder of the ruined seat, and the face Janus had been so raptured with moments before was nowhere to be seen, nor was the head on which it belonged.

Terror and Anger rivaled with Horror and Anguish within Janus' heart and mind as he gawked at the scene. It took a few moments for the police siren to force its way through Janus' head, but when it didn't his response was immediate. Panic lancing coldly through his heart and stomach, Janus struggle his way out of the car and staggered into the confines of the forest, hiding in a set of bushes where he could see the police cruiser pull up. I can't go to jail, he kept telling himself, He wouldn't want me to go to jail. he would understand. I don't want to go to jail!

"Jesus Christ." The officer breathed audibly as he survey the scene.

The following few hours passed by in a numb blur as the ambulances and addition police cruisers showed up and went about there work. they searched for the obviously missing driver, but found no one, miraculously missing the shaking cat into the dense brush. The moon was beginning to set when all attempts to find the driver had given up, and the crews slowly left, the accident long since cleaned up and all witnesses, the poor lone truck driver, questioned. The crickets and night birds began to talk again when Janus finally rose from his hiding spot and walked to the road.

"His head was just sitting there.' Janus mumbled numbly as he stared at a large spot of blood on the road. "Just sitting there." He continued to muttered, slowly processing the state of shock. Tears began to roll down his face, splashing against the road. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't see it. I'm mean how could I have seen it? t just came out of nowhere. Who can react fast enough to that? Not me. I couldn't. I...couldn't..." Sniffling the tears, Janus tore his eyes from the spot and began staggering his way home, walking on the side of the street.

He was heart broken, Scared and terrified and hollow. The moon was falling, and the sorrow was rising. It hurt so much, and he was withdrawn so deeply, that he next noticed the freight truck.