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We had come to an understanding, he and I.

With a curl of the lip, the rugged bat bowed to me and turned on his heel. He held in his arms a week's worth of work in gold and I couldn't do anything about it. He hopped through an open window, likely the same one he broke in through, and disappeared. There was no trace of him, no evidence he was ever here sans the missing coins. He was good.

I hung my head and cursed under my breath. I had to report the crime, I was duty bound to do so, but Barthus and I have... history. Before joining the guard I wasn't exactly the most upstanding of citizens. I had thought blackmail beneath him but I suppose you don't really ever know someone as well as you'd think.

I walked out of the warehouse and into the old harbor. It was a quiet night, only the soft laps of waves against stone and the creaking of boats to provide ambience. I really had no idea what to do next. If I was to pretend this never happened, I should just continue with my patrol. I would do that, no problem, if the whole thing didn't upset me to my stomach. The guy thinks he could walk into MY city and-

My hands were curled into fists when this shorter fellow approached me. I snapped at him and snarled a "What?" The stubby otter flinched and wound back, holding his arms up at me.

"Mercy, don't hurt me!" He wore overalls and a worn, yellow raincoat: a dockworker. Great.

I shook off my anger and tried to relax, hands uncurling and shoulders dropping. "I... apologize. Long night." I said truthfully. Most nights tend to be long but this one was, er, special.

"Alright- It's alright." He managed to say after he caught his breath. "You were... inside- Inside the place" He pointed to our left, to the warehouse. "Is everything alright?"

"Yyyes." I said after a bit of a pause. "Everything's in order."

"Are you certain?" he said with a raised brow. "You don't sound very sure of that, bull."

"I thought I heard something and went inside to investigate. Just rats." That was a half-truth. I mean, bats are basically rats. That can fly. Well, Barth can't really fly. He sort of just glides but- I'm getting side tracked.

"Right. Well, I'm going in. Need to make sure that-" He made way for the door and I found myself grabbing him by the shoulder and holding him in place.

"It's rats. Trust me." My tone was severe and my grip on his shoulder was tight. I might've taken it too far.

His eyes went wide, in fear at first but then in indignation, and he slapped my hand off his shoulder. "You guards think you can just bully everyone you want... You're all rotten." He muttered this and more as he walked, voice trailing off as he gained distance.

Lucky me...

I didn't enjoy that. Intimidation wasn't supposed to be one of the tools I'd carry over from my last... profession. Barth's to blame, I'll keep telling myself. He was a part of that life and he brought it all back by showing up with his stupid face and stupid... wings. Since I've already started walking down this road, I might as well keep at it. I made my way out of the docks, eyes everywhere in hopes I'd find a bat whose neck to wring.

I've walked my route enough times to go at it automatically: markets, docks and one of the nicer residential areas on this part of town. I walked by all the houses, my body there but my mind wandering. I joined the force about seven months back. Before doing so, I was part of this little gang. There were four of us: Barth, Grey, Lorra and me. We were highwaymen, for the most part. We were good at it but only because it was simple enough to scare a few travelers into giving us their stuff. No one usually put up much of a fight. Lives are more valuable than goods, anyways.

It was a good life, I used to think: the loot was plenty and I was never bored. At some point though, you realize you've had... enough. I left them without looking back and tried my hand at something else.

It was a few hours past midnight when my shift ended and I was relieved. When asked, I had nothing unusual to report: just another quiet. Luckily, the past couple of weeks have been pretty quiet. Besides a few misdemeanors here and there, no heavy crimes have been committed. It was odd but none of us were complaining. After dropping off my weapon and armor in the armory, I headed home. We aren't allowed to take that stuff with us, despite the hour we're let go at. Not that I really need it, I mean, I'm a huge, burly guy. Not many would mess with me. Except for the occasional drunk.

My place was one of the many wooden cabins that adorned the fields by the outer walls. These houses were mostly occupied by merchants or other guards. Some bigger than others and some had up to three floors but they were mostly tiny. The craftsmanship was sturdy but not too appealing to the eye. Mine was a single story and had the one bedroom. It was one of the older houses in the district buuut it was mine. A place to call home.

As I walked through the door I noticed it was colder than usual. Nights tend to be cooler out here so I always try to keep my windows closed- Oh.

"You're finally home." A flash of silver was amongst the first things I saw. A sword was being pulled at me, Barthus on the other end of the blade.

I can't say I was surprised.

"Close the door behind you, please." He requested. I did as he asked and raised my arms at him. "Oh, great. You remember the drill." He grinned at me and took a step back, sword still held up at me.

"_What do you want?"_I asked flatly. I wasn't in the mood for this and I wanted to let him know.

"You kept our little secret, yes?" He's always been a bit paranoid.

"No, I told the entire town." He recognized the sarcasm and gave me a chuckle.

"Good man! I was half expecting you were gonna tell on me. What, with your new job and all." He chuckled, waving his sword about. "You know-"

"Look." I interrupted. "We have nothing else to talk about and I'm really not in the mood for you. Bugger off and let me be."

He seemed a tad hurt by that, ears drooping a little. "Woah, okay. You're rude."

"You're extorting me." I put my arms down and took a step forward. He kept his ground though, sword still up and only a few inches from my chest. "We aren't exactly on the best of terms."

"Oh, please. I've done worst. Plus, you can't tell me it wasn't nice to see each other again." He offered a genuine smile. I was too irked to care.

"Not particularly." That hurt him. "I was hoping I'd live out my life without ever seeing you or the others again." And that pissed him off. He put his sword away in a hurry and approached.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I bring up bad memories? Are you too high and mighty to even look at us now?" He had his fists to his waist, ears perked and nose wrinkling. "You're here, pretending you're some kind of saint, "paying your dues" to the kingdom. Meanwhile -we- have to keep fending for ourselves."

"That isn't my fault or my problem. I'm done with you. All of you"

He snorted derisively."I don't believe that." He inched closer to me. There was a height difference: he was about a foot shorter than me and was not as bulky. He certainly did a good job at making himself look bigger though.We almost met eye to eye.

"You should given the circumstances of-"

"Is that really what's bothering you? Still? Six years of robbing people blind, someone dies and that's too much for you?"

"YES." I bellowed, stomping the ground. He did not flinch, to add to my ire. But I think he finally understood what drove me out of the group. A heist gone wrong, infighting and a dead traveler: for this I was to blame.

"It happens." His tone was less abrasive. "People die. It comes with the job. That we went at it for so long without casualties..."

"It could've been avoided." I grumbled.

"But it wasn't. We've all mourned and we're all past it. But you can't get over it. You'd rather leave us behind than manning up and-"

I didn't react well to that.

I didn't let him finish. I shoved him back forcefully, making him stumble. He didn't lose his footing though and, as soon as he recovered, he bared his teeth and charged at me. He didn't seem to want to use his sword. This put him at a disadvantage, of course. I knew how he fought and hand-to-hand wasn't exactly his strong suit. I deflected his first punch, one that was aimed for my face. The next jab, aimed at my side, I couldn't avoid but I was angered enough to ignore the pain. His next strike, a clawed hand aimed at my core, I grabbed and, using his momentum against him, managed to throw him off his feet. His back hit the wall behind me and seemed stunned for a second.

"You EXPECT me to get over someone's death?" Barth got up and tried charging me again. I took a hold of his arms and wrestled him in place. "A death I'M responsible for?" I pushed him back hard as I could, this time the bat fell back on his ass. "And then you come here and try using that against me. Threatening me."

"And you think we didn't care?" He snapped. " That we just brushed it off?" He didn't bother getting up. He was fuming, this was obvious, but his eyes were tearing up. "That the whole event didn't change something in all of us?"

"Bullshit." I just stood there, tense and breathing heavily.

"Watching how it ate away at you... at Grey." A tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped it off. "You left us and we broke. We aren't... we're not the best of people but we were family. You just... "

I flopped down, landing on my backside and using my arms to hold myself up. I didn't want to hear him talk anymore. I didn't want to believe they actually cared. Easier to leave behind if I can antagonize them. But I'd be lying to myself.

"I loved you. I mean, we all did but..." He stammered for a second but managed to continue. "I -loved- you."

I pinched the area between my brows. "You've got a funny way of showing it."

"I wasn't... thinking."

"Hell of an excuse, Barth."

"I didn't think-"

"You really didn't." I interrupted.

He shut his eyes and tightened his lips. "It was the first time I saw you in months. You can't expect me to not be angry or... spiteful."

I sighed in exasperation but offered no reply. We were silent for what seemed like minutes. He stood up after a while and dusted himself off, making his way towards me.

"Look, I wouldn't have gone into a city if I wasn't hurting for the gold." He sat down next to me, gazing at my face. "If it'll help, though, I can just bring it back. You know, like an apology or whatever."

He placed his hand on my shoulder and I looked down at him, finally. He tried keeping a straight face but his eyes were still watery and his lip quivered slightly.

"Let's just, uh, start over, okay?" He offered a weak smile.

He was being honest. He's just... an idiot. We were pretty close back then. Not romantically so, but at some point I did love him as well. I was pretty miffed still but I guess it'd be a good idea to just...

I groaned and pulled him in for a hug. He accommodated himself atop me, sitting on my lap, and wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry, Lo. I really am." He buried his face in my chest and let out a shaky breath.

We sat like that for a while. I gave him a few pats on the back and a small peck on the head. He looked up and, in turn, gave me a peck on the lips. I furrowed my brow but did not protest. He dared plant another kiss on my lips, just a small one. I returned it, but only half-heartedly. He pressed his maw against mine and I against his. His hands took a hold of my face and my hands found a place on his hips. Tongue brushed and pressed against tongue and I found myself lying on my back as he hovered over me. He moved down to my neck, planting kisses as he moved ever downwards.

I was wearing a linen shirt that was a size too big for me. He lifted it and gestured for me to raise my arms. I obeyed and the shirt was off. He did the same and removed his leather vest, casting it aside haphazardly and taking my hands to his chest. I rubbed his torso, up and down, feeling the slight musculature that his body had and the tuft of fur on his chest. He, in return, rubbed my chest, giving my nipples slight pinches whenever his fingers would run over them. He took his hands off me for a second to undo his belt buckle. He rose up a bit to lower his pants enough, cock and balls emerging from their confinement. My nostrils flared at the scent but, at this point, I didn't mind the musk.

His member, erect as could be, was dark in color, much like his skin. It curved upwards from the base, heavy balls resting on my torso. I held it in hand and stroked it, eliciting a few grunts from Barth. I urged him closer and, once within range, took the cockhead within my mouth, sucking on it and the first few inches of the member. My tongue worked around it, teasing at the urethra and the ridges as they could. It leaked a decent amount of the salty-sweet fluid, a good sign I took it.

The bat pulled back and, before I could complain, moved farther down to pull down on my pants, these coming off rather easily given how loosely they were put on. My penis was erect by now, emerged from its shaft and head wet with pre. I was bigger than Barth but not by much, maybe an inch and a half. Where I really won out was in the testes department, my balls swollen a good size and hanging heavily from my crotch. Perks of being a bull, I guess.

He took a second or two to admire my member before going at it. His mouth was moist and warm, lips tight around the shaft as he pressed down further with each bob of his head. I was still on my back, body stretched and toes curling at the bat's performance. I spread my legs, giving Barth easier access to the general area. He took a hold of one of my balls, massaging it with his fingers before working on the other. He pulled away for a second to catch his breath, hand stroking the slickened cock in the meantime. He proceeded to lap at my glans, his tongue traveling from head to base and then back up again. I could feel my balls tighten and orgasm becoming imminent. He took notice of this though and stopped his mouth-work. He shut me up with a kiss before I could complain and muttered something about it being too soon.

He went back to place after my excitement died down a bit and gestured for me to raise my legs. I gave him a dubious look but did as told. With a lick of his fingers, he pressed a few against my ass, as if he was searching for-OH.

Oh.

A digit found itself teasing at the rim of my hole. Soon enough, there were two pressing against my entrance. With a little bit of prodding, he managed to insert both in but only about half way. He curled them once inside, the pressure a nice feeling. A very... nice one at that. My cock throbbed and a moan escaped me. With a satisfied grin, he continued at the task, never pushing too far in but pressing at the inner walls of my rectum with great effect.

After a bit, he switched fingers for tongue, circling motions around my sphincter followed by darting. It had surprising reach but the action wasn't as intrusive as I thought it would. It was all around pleasant without being too intense. He gave my cock short strokes to keep it hard. Not that it needed the help.

He gave my hole a few parting laps, saliva cooling off around it, before sitting up and scooting closer. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my ass propped up with a couple of sheets I pulled from the bedroom. He stroked his member, trying to redistribute some of his pre across the entire length.

"Just... stick it in or something." I egged him on.

"Or something?" He chuckled a bit.

"Yes. It doesn't take much, I'm assuming. Already looks pretty... wet." His cock almost glistened; the amount of precum that coated it looked enough to me.

"You're assuming?" He gave me a scoff. "You almost sound as if you've... never..."

I let that sink in for a minute. I wasn't nervous or embarrassed about. No, I've never been on the receiving end but I was quite certain I could take it. I just had to breathe. I think.

"Ah. Well. Uhm, it's not... hard. Just relax, I guess."

"I know what to do, Barth." I wrapped my arms behind my head and shut my eyes, breathing steadily.

"O-okay then." The bat aligned his cockhead with my asshole, prodding at it gently. "Here goes."

He pushed in once but his cock slid upwards. He clicked his tongue and tried again, holding his member down until the head popped into me. Now, his head was wider than his two fingers so, naturally, it kinda hurt. I winced, my body jerking back. Barth stayed in place though, not moving until he felt me relax. Once my ring stopped aching, I gave him the go ahead and he pushed in further. The feeling was... odd. I was slowly being filled up and stretched out with this male's warm, wet member. He hilted himself in me with a soft grunt, his balls pressed tight against my bum. He withdrew almost immediately, pulling back a few inches before slowly sinking back in. There was pressure, yes, and there was slight discomfort but it lessened with each go. He set himself into a comfortable rhythm, his hips gently smacking my backside with each thrust.

I kept my eyes shut, counting every time I felt him press his hips against me. After a while, he shifted in place, laying over me instead of kneeling. The different angle felt... different in me: his cock brushed against my inner walls more often, hitting a very peculiar spot. My member throbbed and my lower abdomen felt tight whenever it'd happen. I couldn't help the vocalizations that escaped me or how my hands needed to hold on to his arms. He took this as a good sign and hurried his pace, hitting that one spot with more frequency.

I couldn't take much more of it and I let him know via a squeeze of the arms and incoherent muttering. In a flash of white, my balls unloaded their contents in several streams of warm whiteness, matting the fur on my belly and that on the bat's chest. My sphincter tightened like a vice around Barth throughout. He kept on pumping, no rhythm to his thrusts and his speed considerable. I wanted him to get there; I wanted to see his face when he came, to feel him flood me with his seed. The thoughts were a bit- okay, they were pretty unusual for me to have but, at the moment, I couldn't really deny them.

He hovered over my chest, head hung as he continued his assault. Finally, and with one last, rough thrust, he came. A sudden warmth filling my insides as the bat collapsed over me, panting. He circled his hips, trying to sink himself further into me but finding it not to be the case. I didn't get to see his face but, damn, was that last bit intense... I really hadn't thought it to be so...

"Wow." He managed to say, face pressed against my sweat-matted fur.

"Yeah."I sighed contently.

"You, uh... you- wow."

"You were also-"

"Yeah, but you... you know."

He looked up at me with a big dumb grin. I smiled back, for once. We both began to laugh in earnest. If you think about how the night started and how it ended... it was ridiculous. It was also a nice change. I had planned to shut this guy out of my life and now here he is, seven inches in me in a mess of his own fluids.

He moved closer to my face, pulling out in the process, a slick or two of jizz trailing down from my bum as he slipped free. He gave me a long kiss and rolled off of me and unto the floor. He looked to me, still smiling.

"So. Are we good?"

I shrugged and gave him a smirk. "I'd say so."