PVN vs. GL
I think this turned out okay. It's very fantastical, but maybe some people will like that. Enjoy.
1
Click. Click. Ay, this one works. Click, thwap, click-click. Check out the other one. Click. Click. Fix the chamber on this one. A'ight. Click. Thwack. Click. Thwap-click.
Ready? Yeah. Shink, brrrrrm. Go, go, go! Asesinen los lobos!
2
At Reseda Park, there was a dark gray furred wolf sitting on a bench, head in his paws. He was slowly shaking his head back and fourth as he did so. His clothing wasn't necessarily the best. Black hoodie, black Dickie's. The hoodie, however, was not flipped up over his head like they would be necessarily. If he had opened his eyes, they would be a dark shade of green. Though dark, they appeared bright, especially when shone with lights. Flashlights, specifically, like when he got pulled over by cops for having a vehicle related to some sort of gang incident. Having people on the inside helps, though. Especially for money. Money makes the world go 'round. That's a lesson most of the gang had learned by now: make the money, spend the money where it counts, and you will rule your land with an iron fist. However, if you lose that money to a greedy group, then you will fall. It's all a complicated matter, and the head of the gang knew how it worked. That's why he lead the pack.
Another wolf, donning similar attire, though with different colored eyes and facial structure (specifically a sharper muzzle and sharper eyes; they weren't slanted like an Asian's eyes, however) approached the one sitting on the bench with his head to the ground. He rubbed a comforting paw along his back.
"You couldn't help it, man. They came up on us out of fuckin' nowhere."
The wolf finally looked up. The sharp-nosed one sighed softly then took a seat.
"Look. Bryan wadn't th'only one who got capped out there. Man, we lost like five fuckin' souljahs out there."
"Yeah, but Bryan was like a fuckin' brother to me." And more, but he'd be lynched if he told him that.
The sharp-muzzled one nodded. "Yeah, man, I get it. He was a tight guy. Real fuckin' chill. Sucks to see him go." He rubbed the other wolfs back. "I'm sorry, 'keem."
Hakeem nodded softly. "I understand. I gotta jet, man. I'll see you later." Hastily, Hakeem hopped off the bench and started walking home.
The sharp-muzzled one just watched him go. He scoffed and shook his head, going in the opposite direction.
3
"Hahahaa! We sure showed up those putos ah?"
A clink of a bottle. "Yeh man. We fucked them up!"
Another clink, followed by laughter. One of the passengers in the Honda Type-R as it sped along the street let out a sound of disgust as he was splashed with Tequila. The sound of disgust was followed by a swift string of Spanish cursing. The rest of the crew just laughed.
The passengers of the car were all members of the gang Gatos Locos 818k. Of course, to fit along with the name of their gang, they were all cats. Domesticated cats, specifically--orange tabbies, to be even more specific. Just like the gang they were fighting, PVN, or Prowlers of Van Nuys, they all wore uniforms. They weren't necessarily the same uniforms you'd catch employees at McDonald's wearing, or at any other restaurant. Or even at a school. They wore crimson t-shirts, and blue denim jeans. It didn't matter the brand, just as long as they were the same color. The styles of clothes and designer companies always varied with this group. It went from Sean John all the way to the bargain bin brands.
The group of five Gatos Locos sped along Sepulveda, laughing and cackling the whole way. What a victory.
4
Hakeem finally made it to his house. It was an okay journey, mainly because Bryan was on his mind the entire time. Hakeem and Bryan were an item. They constantly talked to each other, they were very close. Bryan was unfortunately caught in the crossfire of the surprise attack. Hakeem's green eyes were welling with tears as he had walked on his way to his house, his jacket slightly damp from the dripping fur on his cheeks. He loved Bryan. And now he's gone. It was depressing. Hakeem was one tough "nigga" as his friends called him. He didn't necessarily get that, considering it was a term used for humans. If you spelled it "properly" it was a god damn insult. It's what you called a black human kid if you really, really wanted to piss him off. Hakeem had guessed that his friends just picked up on the word, and it started to circulate and circulate. It was just a word, so what did he really care.
Before he had entered the house, he had done his best to wipe out his tears and dry out his fur. Took him a few minutes, but he managed to do it. He had turned the knob and entered the house.
"You home?" his mother sounded out.
Hakeem nodded. His mother can't hear a nod. He cleared his throat and responded, "Yeah."
His mother smiled. "A'right, good." She was apparently working on things in the kitchen, and couldn't be bothered. It's not like Hakeem could talk about his current problem, since a.) she didn't know he was in a gang, and b.) no chance in hell would he come out right now. He's eighteen. If he comes out, he just knows she'll boot his ass right out of the house. He's not risking that.
His parents had a decent amount of money. They kept a nice little house on Gilmore Street. It was yellow, had two bedrooms, a living room for the family, and a large room near the house's main entrance for people to congregate, say hello, comment on the lovely house or how horrible the traffic is on the 405 freeway. Hakeem's house was tucked away in the back of the house, luckily. It was good to have it this way. It made him feel like he was being kept private.
He dropped himself into the solid wood chair sitting in front of his desk, which held his computer. Definitely not top-of-the-line, but it got the job done. Hakeem logged onto the Internet, then onto his chat program. Now, regardless of feeling depressed about his current loss of Bryan, this wolf was very good at moving on. He was in need of a new mate. He honestly started to slowly fall apart if he didn't have someone to love. Luckily, there were chat programs and such where you could talk to people. Hakeem found a gay teen dating channel for his area and immediately popped on.
After a few minutes of this, someone kept getting his attention. He had this nice style of typing. It made Hakeem smile. Eventually, he popped open a window to privately chat with this person, and sent over a "hey."
After a moment or so, XLoboAsesinoX responded with a "'sup."
"Nothing much. I just got home from school."
"Ah, cool. I just got back from a party."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Too many people drinking, though. I'm not a big fan of drinking."
Hakeem smiled even more. He hated kids who drank. For some reason it annoyed him.
"Haha, me neither. Where you from?"
"Van Nuys."
"Whoa, crazy, I thought I was the only one here with a computer."
"Haha. How old are you..?"
"Eighteen, you?"
"Seventeen."
"Cool. What are you, anyway?"
"Mmm... orange tabby. I have one ear pierced, if that interests you at all." XLoboAsesinoX typed out an emoticon similar to a cat's face. Hakeem giggled almost boyishly.
"Cute. I love cats. For some reason I find them adorable."
"Aww, thank you. What about you?"
"Eh, I'm a dark-gray wolf."
There was a pause before the chatter responded. The window with the normal chat was running with random users calling other kids fags, them being kicked, and a bunch of other users typing "asl" and "if u wanna cyber type 69cocks" and other rather stupid gibberish.
"Ah, cool. You wanna meet up? We both live in the same city."
"Sure. We could go to that McDonald's on Balboa and Vanowen."
"Ah, sounds good."
Hakeem smiled. "See you there in a few."
Hakeem signed off, then put on his jacket. "Mom, I'm going to McDonald's."
His mom paused in the kitchen. "Why you doin' that?"
"Meet up with friends."
"Oh, 'kay, be back before 10:00 'least."
"A'ight."
5
Hakeem's eyes narrowed as he saw a Gato Loco 818k start strolling up to the McDonald's. His paws clenched themselves into fists. Regardless of the fact that he was here to meet a new love, the pain of his old still lingered on his mind. He lunged from his booth and ran out the door. The orange tabby, being a cat, quickly jumped back and unsheathed a switchblade. Of course, instinctively, and not wanting to be hurt immediately into the fight, Hakeem stepped back.
"Gimmie one fuckin' reason I shouldn't pounce you and tear out your fuckin' throat."
"'cuz you get killed, holmes. This is my baby in my right hand, y my left will beat you jusaz bad. I killed a buncha lobos in the past, so you ain't gonna be no e'ception."
Hakeem went through his mind banks for a second. Lobo sounded familiar. Oh, right, XLoboAsesinoX was who he was meeting. Shit. He'd look stupid fighting another tabby in front of him.
"You Gahto Low-bo fuck. You were probably in the car when you killed a bunch of us last night, huh? You spick motherfucker!" He lunged, but so did the cat, so they both made a motion of stepping forward and stepping back in their battle stances. The cat cackled.
"You punk-ass lobo. No wonder my crew calls me the fuckin' lobo asesino, because all you fuckin' lobos--"
Hakeem instantly backed down and interrupted, awestruck. "Wait... Low-bo Assesine-o?"
"It's a-seh-see-no, puto. Idiota."
Hakeem had a very dumb look on his face. "I was... just... oh god. I was just chatting with you a while back. You wanted to meet me at McDonalds, and--"
The cat had the same look on his face, dropping his blade on the ground. It made a clang as it hit the asphalt.
"--talk. Or something."
After about five minutes or so of being in total shock, they slowly sauntered into the McDonald's, and took their seats opposite each other in a booth.
There was a very eerie silence between the two of them. People would stare at them as they walked by, as they both stared at each other, still in shock. They were both rival gang members, and they had hooked up. More importantly, they were both fags. Faggot gang members? Who the fuck had ever heard of that? Did they pack pink heat? Did they yell with a lisp as they made a hit on one of the enemies? That was hard to tell, since they "didn't exist." It wasn't until about ten minutes later that one of them finally spoke. It was the cat.
"I'm Markos," he said with a surprisingly soft tone. He reached out his hand.
Hakeem was not sure of this at all. It took him what seemed like an eternity, which in reality was only twelve seconds, to shake the cat's paw. "Ha--Hakeem. Hi."
They both shook each other's hands slowly. They kept them there for a while. The clash of their pad textures actually felt nice. The cat was purring softly for a moment or so, but blinked and reeled away.
"Um... wow. This is fucked, man," the tabby stated lowly.
Hakeem nodded, looking around. He leaned forward and whispered to the cat. "We need to get the fuck outta here. If our crews see us, they're going to kill us." The tabby nodded, and they quickly bounced out, heading toward an alley, and then another, popping between buildings to make sure no one could ever see them.
"Okay, we're here," Hakeem said softly.
Markos nodded gently. "What a first date," he said with an obvious verbal irony. They both laughed.
"Yeah, sorry, it sucks. But what're you gonna do--it's either die or meet in an ugly alley."
They both leaned against the wall, sighing softly in relief. They were finally alone. Now that could be both good or bad, but you never know.
Eventually, Markos broke the silence with a chuckle. "Man, I should hate you a lot right now, 'cuz you a fuckin' PVN. But--" He just sat on that one word for a while. He couldn't believe what he was saying. "--there's something. Maybe it's 'cuz you gay too, but... I dono."
Hakeem nodded softly, They didn't realice how close they were, physically, to each other right now. "Yeah, I know the feeling." Hakeem sighed softly.
Markos grinned a little on the sides of his feline muzzle. He realized how close they were right now. Markos was a very hands-on kind of guy. He didn't mind touching others if he barely knew them, and he enjoyed it when other males did the same to him. It was exciting. He gently caressed Hakeem's hand. "Y'do, man?"
Hakeem froze instantly right there. After thawing, he shivered with delight, letting out a soft murr. That soft touch. It was only the touch of a feline. And like he had told this cat earlier, he loved felines. Oh Gods how that touch electrocuted his body.
Hakeem's mind was racing at this point, really. Although this cat was a sexy cat with a wonderful Mexican accent, it was a Gato Lobo. A fucking Gato Lobo 818k. He can't get with this guy. Within his own gang, sure... but with the enemy? That's messed up.
Regardless of these thoughts, Hakeem found his paw curling up around the cat's. They both knew what was happening right now. They both turned and faced each other. Their eyes became locked. It was as if information was being transferred between the two sets of oculars. It was one of those love-at-first-site deals that they were having. And they both knew it. This was reinforced by the sudden embrace they both shared. They both smiled as they clung to each other.
"I don't givafuck what anyone says. Lobos are fuckin' hot."
Hakeem chuckled. "Cats are hotter."
Markos grinned. "Ah yeah?"
"Yeah man."
Markos smiled. He nosed gently against the wolf's snout and gave him a soft kiss on the muzzle. Not to be outdone by the cat, the wolf kissed back, and to top it off, he snuck his long, velvety tongue deep into Markos's mouth. Markos let out a loud meowl of surprise and pleasure, moaning even as he submissively swallowed the tongue. Without even realizing, Markos was pinned to the wall by the wolf. They were making out rather heavily in the private alleyway. They came here to talk privately, because they knew no one ever came back here. This was reinforced by the dirtiness of the alleyway. They both groaned as they kissed each other.
Hakeem's strong paws found their way to Markos's arms and held them. Tight. He loved every moment of their passionate kiss. Their tongues constantly met, the roughness of the tabby's pushing lazily against the strong, velvet of the dripping canine tongue. It was wonderful. It tasted good. It felt nice. It felt wrong, but it felt so damn good.
Slowly, those strong, wolven paws slid down the cat's body. They hoisted up Markos's legs by the thighs, pinning him harder to the wall. Markos moaned out louder. It was obvious he was a bottom. He wrapped his legs around the wolf, and to accommodate the wolf shifted his paws. They were tilting their heads left and right as their tongues swirled around each other, rubbing and pulling back and rubbing and diving. Their lips intertangled like they never thought they would. It was lovely.
By the time they both pulled away, their erections were trying to break free from their clothes. Hakeem was the first to notice this, and grinned from ear to ear. It was a mischievous grin. He quickly placed his paw on Markos's jeans and massaged into his fur. Markos moaned out loud, letting out a soft, but soothing string of Spanish cursings. Hakeem found the shape of the cat's length, curled his fingers around it, and began to stroke it from outside the pants. This caused louder moans and louder mutterings. Hakeem knew how to please.
"Whadya wanna do from here, kitty?" Hakeem asked in a husky voice.
Markos gazed into his new lover's eyes and continues to moan. "I--ay mis dio--I want you to... nngh..." He blushed. Hakeem had never seen a cat blush. Markos had never blushed, either. Then again, Markos had never felt like he had a boyfriend. "I want you to mate me."
Hakeem blinked a little, but continued to grin. "Mmm, right here?" That husky voice was still there, and lord was it sexy.
Markos was shivering from that beautiful voice. He nodded instantly. "Aquí," he muttered in a delicious Mexican accent. Now it was Hakeem's turn to shudder. They'd started out at each other's throats, and within twenty minutes were at each other's pants. What a world.
With Markos's free paws, he began to quickly unbutton his own pants. After sliding them off, as well as his underwear, causing his seven inch feline prick to jut free, he began to toy with Hakeem's pants. Having the skill of a pickpocket, he knew how to use his hands and fingers. And boy, did this come in handy. Without another instant, the Dickie's were unbuttoned, unzipped, and on the floor. Markos bent a little further and tugged down the wolf's undergarments. Markos gasped softly at the beautiful sight before him. A lovely nine inch length, throbbing, thick, dripping with pre the instant it was brought into the air. That was going to be inside him. That was going to make love to him. That was going to mate him.
Hakeem shifted his paws and drug the underwear down a little more. Markos instinctively lowered his tail, pulling it out of the way. They gazed into each other's eyes as Hakeem moved into his position.
"Are you ready, Markos?"
"Sí..."
There was a soft pause. "Do you want me to tie to you?"
Without an instant, Markos nodded. He was a knot-slut.
Hakeem smiled, and slowly brought his paws to the now bare rump of his lover. His fingers gently caressed the fur as he shifted his hips a little, his burning cock tip at the tail hole of the tabby. Markos mewled in deep pleasure as he felt it. Never before from being mated had he felt this way. It was as if knowing that your lover was about to take you elevated the sheer pleasure of being mounted. He placed his paws on his lover's shoulders the instant he felt the wolf start moving into position. And once his fingers touched the wolf's shoulder blades, the tapered tip started to push his flesh apart.
Markos gasped and lifted his head, squeezing those shoulders a little more. It was thick. Thicker than anything he'd had before. He had underestimated the thickness of the length, and in doing this, underestimated the length as well. It was actually ten inches. The lucky bastard. They were both lucky now, though. The wolf now had a sexy boyfriend who would willingly take his cock, and the cat had a well hung wolf who wants to tie him. It would later blossom into a deeper, more complex relationship, they both thought to themselves.
Their hips finally met as the entire length sunk into the tabby's body. Markos moaned out in pleasure again, his head leaning against the stale brick wall that he was pinned against. Slowly, Hakeem nosed at his chin. Being the curious character that he is, Markos lowered his head. He instantly closed his eyes as he was pushed into that passionate kiss again. The wolf's hips now began to move.
Markos's tail hole fluctuated around the invading length as it pushed and pulled itself inside his body. The cat's tail hole was seething. It felt amazing. With each stroke, the wolf fully sheathed himself inside the cat's body, pre dripping and dripping and dripping, slickening up the passage and allowing the wolf to move that faster. His knot was slowly starting to expand. They both felt it. They both kissed hard. They were in love.
Markos moved his right paw to his throbbing length and began to stroke it. Meanwhile, the other paw caressed his lover's cheek as they engaged in their deep kiss. Markos moaned even louder. His tail hole tightened that much more. They were both trying their best to please each other the best they could, and they were doing this with great expertise.
Hakeem's length became redder and redder. It eventually became a deep crimson color, laced with various shades of purple. With each pass of his hips, the entire ten inches was fed into the wanting bottom of the feline. Thanks to the ample amounts of pre being fed to said rear-end, Hakeem started to move faster. Markos, in turn, moaned faster. Hakeem eventually began to move at a swift pace, pounding the cat's bottom, causing slapping sounds to sound out throughout the alleyway as they mated. As they made love.
Markos was whining loudly as he started jerking himself furiously. His feline testicles sucked slowly up into his body as his anus began to fluctuate more often than usual, began to tighten more than it had before. This caused Hakeem to groan out loudly. His knot was now at full size. Hakeem quickly broke the kiss, snarled, and bit on Markos's neck. Markos whined with sheer pleasure as he froze up, but he didn't need to keep pawing himself. He came. He came a lot. His seed went flying up and onto his chest, pooling onto his belly, pooling onto his lover's chest and sticking to his fur. There was a lot of it, and it got them both sticky. Feeling his lover orgasm and tighten around him, Hakeem quickly shoved his knot up into the kitten. This caused a loud yowl from the cat once more, and then a pause in the cry. The pause was slowly filled by a relieved moan of pleasure. He was being filled with his lover's cum. It was warm, hot, and felt like a hose as it poured out of the wolf's testicles. They both groaned with delight as the wolf came. They were finished. But stuck.
Markos slowly wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck and let out a deep purr. Hakeem shivered and groaned, releasing his mate's neck. They smiled at each other and gave each other a soft kiss, a low murr leaving the wolf as his tail wagged. For ten minutes or so they stared into each other's eyes as the wolf's knot throbbed in his bitch's bottom. It felt nice to be loved again. It felt nice to be bad. They were enemies, yet they were lovers.
"We're dead if anyone finds us like this," Markos said.
Hakeem nodded softly. "But if we die... it was worth it to find you.
Markos blushed, then leaned forward and kissed his lover's muzzle tip. "Te amo, mi lobo."
Hakeem chuckled, but he understood what that ment. "Tey ah-mo too, kitty."
After thirty minutes or so, the knot softened. Hakeem slowly pulled out from the cat's bottom and pulled his pants back up. As the wolf had pulled from Markos, the cat lowered his tail to keep that seed inside of him. He purred deeply at the feeling of being filled. It was nice. He didn't get to feel it often.
As they reached the edge of the alley, they grinned to each other. Markos spoke first.
"What school you go to, man?"
"Birmingham."
"Yeah? Me too."
There was a silence. They grinned even wider.
"Meetchu here after school, yeah lobo?"
The wolf smiled softly, nodding. "Yeah kitty."
They embraced each other and kissed. Markos went the opposite way in the alley, and Hakeem left directly from where they were standing.
Their views on the gangs would never be the same.