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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

NED

Investigation of the Harding crime scene was uneventfully brief; the wolves had been murdered in an old abandoned warehouse, an easy place for the Prophet to break into. The floor of the warehouse was stained with extensive dark areas where the blood had flowed, and the scents of the Harding twins lingered on besides, but otherwise there was little sign that anyone had been there. The bodies had already been removed by the Sacramento team and taken to a morgue, to be reassembled for burial.

Once back in the car, Diego called Lennox to report what they'd found, while Ned switched the radio back on. To his surprise, the station was playing a replay of part of Senator Johnson's speech from the day before, in which he had characteristically attacked gay Americans, anyone who supported them, and more specifically, Amendment 28.

"You really look like you lost your best friend" Diego commented as he closed his phone.

"Do I? I need a drink" Ned turned off the radio. "Somehow I keep thinking this bastard is involved in the whole mess somehow."

"Could be" the wolfdog allowed. His eyes had narrowed a little, ears perked like he was thinking of something. "You know what? Just....just sit still for a bit."

"We need to get back" Ned said, thinking about how that morning Garrett had talked about seeing each other that evening, spending the night at his house again. Not like that would happen now, though. Diego had pulled the car out of the gas station parking lot and into the middle lane, eyeing street signs. "You serious about wanting a drink?"

Ned raised his eyebrows. "Sure, when we get back to Fernando, maybe."

"You look like you need one now" Diego growled. "Something to get your mind off Garrett long enough to clear it."

"Maybe." Actually a drink did sound good, but Ned avoided drinking while driving, and with the traffic the way it was between the cities, he wanted to get back en route to home sooner than later.

That was why he raised his eyebrows again when Diego parked the car in an alley in a club district. "This doesn't look like the highway."

"Cause it ain't" the wolfdog grinned. "I meant what I said. Let's loosen up for a bit, ok?"

"I haven't been to a club in years" Ned said uncertainly, but he got out of the car, breathing in the scents of distant alcohol and a fast-food joint.

Diego took off his jacket and laughed. "All the more reason to get you into one, right?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "This one, I've been to before - decent place; plays ok music, and the drinks are good." He pulled a different jacket out of the car, a varsity sports jacket, and put it on in place of the more formal one he wore while working. With the sports jacket on, and after running a paw through his mane, the wolfdog looked less like a cop and more like a jock, or an actor, maybe. He was good-looking enough to be one.

Acting though made Ned think of Garrett, so he shook his head and took off his police ID, sticking it in his pocket. "Don't expect to see me dancing" he muttered. "Not something I'm talented at, and I don't want a bunch of women hanging on me."

The wolfdog chuckled as they started to walk across the street, towards a bright neon sign which read "Islander." A small crowd of mostly male patrons were lined up down the sidewalk, and several of them glanced at the two canids as they walked to the end of it. "Not something you'll have to worry about here" Diego smirked.

Several of the guys in line were relatively scantily-clad, and noticing the open vests, earrings, pairs of guys holding paws, Ned came to a sudden realisation. "Diego, is this a...?"

The wolfdog's grin spread wider. "Of course it is. I know you aren't interested in women."

"How about you?"

"Did you really have any doubt?" the wolfdog asked, smirking. "I thought it would be obvious after you caught me all boned-up from smelling you screwing your coyote."

The husky in line ahead of them swivelled his ears back at the words, glanced at them, grinned, wagged his tail, and went back to chatting with his pine marten companion.

"I used to have a crush on you" Ned admitted, noticing the way Diego was already ever-so-slightly swaying to the beat of the music, which was audible from inside the club. Somewhere inside, a small voice reminded him of Garrett, but suddenly seized with a desire to put his mind elsewhere, he dismissed that. Right now, he wanted to enjoy himself and forget everything that was happening or had happened back in San Fernando. And he had a very nice, very ordinary, and very attractive wolfdog who was very willing to do so.

That same wolfdog's furry tail gave a happy wag at this confession. "I always thought you were straight" he began fishing in his pocket for ID as they neared the bouncer.

So this was one of those times where two people are mutually attracted to each other without realising it. Ned grinned. "Sorry to disappoint you."

"Oh, I'm far from disappointed" the wolfdog said.

The interior of the Islander Club was done up in a Hawaiian style, with potted palms and fake-fire erupting from equally fake stumps, while the dingo and panda servers wore grass-skirts and served drinks with Hawaiian-inspired names. The club was already pretty full for the evenings, with a lot of guys and a few women shaking themselves wildly around the dancefloor, while others congregated near the bar. A first Ned felt subconscious, but after a moment, he felt himself relaxing, his tail beginning to swish with the beat. Something in the atmosphere of the club made him long to throw concern to the wind and start shaking his tail like the rest of the happy club-goers, especially when Diego was very obviously flirting with him. Not only Diego, too; he saw a lion and another wolf eyeing him as he and Diego approached the bar.

"Tequila" Diego growled suavely, leaning across the bar to flash a dashing grin at the tender, a slender dingo.

"And for your handsome companion?" the dingo grinned, pushing a shot glass in front of the debonair wolfdog.

Folding his arms, Ned leaned against the bar, feeling as wild and rebellious as a teenager who has snuck out after curfew. "I'll take a margarita" he decided, swishing his tail and wondering impishly if anyone were watching.

"Coming right up, boys" the dingo purred, while Diego downed his shot and called for another.

A few minutes later, Ned felt Diego tap his arm and indicate the dancefloor. "Care to join me?"

"I told you I'm a poor dancer."

"And they aren't?" he waved a paw at the dancers. "Nobody cares. Go out there, shake your tail, and have some fun."

Ned hesitated only briefly before putting his half-finished drink on the bar. Grabbing Diego's paw, he dragged the other cop towards the dancefloor, blinking in the disco light...and let himself start to move with the flow of the music. At first his body seemed not to respond, but after a few minutes, he just let himself go into the motion of the beat, watching the other dancers, watching Diego, who was very good at moving in time. The club's DJ was playing a nice selection of music, noisy but with good taste, and even if a drunk tiger and a rat in a tutu both tried putting their paws on Ned's ass, he still realised, after a little bit, that he was having a good time. Here and there around the music he and Diego returned to finish their drinks and order seconds, then thirds. "I still can't believe you're gay" he laughed during one of these pauses, tail thwapping against the bar. "All those women...."

"Women are fun too" Diego smirked, "just not for fucking." He placed a paw on Ned's butt. "For that, I prefer this."

Normally Ned would have been a bit put-off by someone he wasn't dating putting their paw on his extremities, but the booze was beginning to loosen him up, making caution ebb as he noticed instead the thick biceps on Diego's arms, the alluring tilt of the wolfdog's ass, the easy grin and attractive muzzle...

After a while, neither of them was particularly paying much attention to the amount of booze they'd consumed as they jerked and spun with the music. All the other dancers seemed to fade away, leaving just Ned and Diego, each matching the other's movements, until almost without realising it, they were dancing together, but nothing like the romantic, formal style of dancing which Ned had enjoyed with Garrett at the Mayor's gala; this was a sexualised, lusty frenzy of paws groping butts and grinding against each other. Diego was panting hot, tequila-smelling breath in Ned's muzzle, but he didn't mind, not when the wolfdog was thrusting his hips into Ned's groin, so that Ned could feel the wolfdog's hard-on through his jeans. His own cock had long since stiffened and began leaking, contributing to the haze of mostly male scent which rose above the furious dancers.

Somewhere in this hectic insanity Ned's eyes happened to fall upon a hyena and a Lycaon couple dancing not far away. The pair were engaged in a dancing match quite similar to Ned's and Diego's, thrusting against each other and shaking their tails, but amidst their overactive swaying they were also kissing each other madly, like two teenagers in the way they were practically eating at each other's muzzles. In a less booze-addled state, Ned would have thought disapprovingly that the pair's display was a bit too wild for public, but now with the alcohol running unheeded through his blood and the passion of Diego's warm, masculine form against him, modesty was far from his mind as he wrapped a paw behind the wolfdog's neck, his fingers against Diego's mane as he pulled the wolfdog to him and pressed their muzzles together.

Diego responded perfectly, thrusting his tongue into Ned's muzzle and responsively pulling the wolf to him so that the pair of them gripped each other and mashed muzzles zealously, without stopping the swaying of their bodies and the thrusting of their hips. Ned wasn't really thinking during those moments, his senses focused on the hot male whose tongue was searching his muzzle, whose paws where groping his ass. So wrapped up in the frenzy was he that he didn't even notice the aroused glances of some of the club's other patrons, noticing the lusty performance the wolf and wolfdog pair were giving.

He couldn't say how much time had passed when they at last departed the dancefloor, panting in heavy gasps. The fur of his muzzle was wet, and his boxers felt soaked, although as they relaxed against the bar to catch their breath, he felt the erection wilting a little.

"Fuck" Diego breathed. "I thought you said you weren't a good dancer?"

"Must be the booze" Ned chuckled. That reminded him of something, and he straightened, ears alert. "Diego, I don't know what time it is, but we just got drunk and now we're supposed to drive back to Fernando?"

Diego pulled out his wallet and handed a Discover Card to the bartender. "We'll get a hotel and drive back early in the morning." He grinned devilishly. "We're cops; we're supposed to set a good example by not driving drunk, right?"

Ned signed. "Sure, whatever you say." He just didn't feel like arguing or thinking about responsibilities right now; not when he was still riding on the high of being intoxicated, remembering the feel of Diego's butt under his paws as he kissed the sexy wolfdog. Subconsciously he adjusted his pants as his shaft began to throb again.

"We're good to go" Diego announced happily, clearly the drunker of the two. He was panting and wagging his tail nonstop, giddy as a puppy as they exited the club, arms around each other's shoulders. They stopped outside the door to kiss again.

Ned reached into the pocket of the wolfdog's jacket and was startled when Diego spontaneously ground his ass into Ned's groin, making him give a low moan of appreciation. "Diego, I'm going to drive" he told the wolfdog warily, pulling the keys from his pocket. "You're not in any state to..."

"Neither are you" Diego pointed out, but he did not argue when Ned unlocked the Mercedes and got into the driver's seat. He checked for the feeling of guilt for driving under the influence, but it did not come, and fortunately, they found a small motel only a block from the Islander Club. "Let me out" Diego suggested, unbuckling his seatbelt. "I'll pay for the room."

Briefly Ned considered whether this was suitable, since Diego had already paid for their drinks, but - what was wrong with letting someone else foot the bill? So instead of arguing, he put the Mercedes in park and left the engine running with Diego sprang out of the passenger door and bounded into the motel's little office. The place did not look particularly fancy, but that was probably for the best; they would only be there overnight anyway.

Moments later, Diego reappeared, wearing the same devilish grin. "Room 108" he announced jovially. "Right around the corner." Accordingly Ned pulled the Mercedes into the parking space in front of the door marked 108, put it in park, and got out. Nothing to unload, since they had not been prepared to spend a night away. With this in mind, he followed Diego as the wolfdog held the room's key up to the door and unlocked it.

The room was musty and smelled strongly of marten, reminding Ned briefly of that bitchy member of the species, Holly Vaughn. It contained the standard motel room basics: television, microwave, bedstand, table with two chairs, and....only one bed? A king bed, by the looks of it, but only one.

Confused, he turned to Diego, who was turning on the lamp by the bed. "Only one bed?"

The wolfdog was smirking again when he looked up, and he'd already shed his jacket and shirt. "Of course! Saves money, and I'd love to share a bed with you."

"Share a bed?" he reached out and felt the front of the wolfdog's jeans, feeling the hardness. "Is this what you're talking about?" The memory of kissing Diego at the club was still fresh in his mind; the mind which, thanks to the booze, had no limitations.

Diego stepped closer, humping his groin into Ned's paw. "Ned Parker, do you want to spend a night with a real man? Fuck like real men fuck?"

Ned suspected that this last bit was mostly the booze talking, but slowly, he allowed a grin to spread across his muzzle, his tail beginning to wag. "I think I would" he said.

Their kiss was no less passionate than the first one at the club, except that as their muzzles pressed together, they were shucking clothes verdantly, tossing jackets and shirt and jeans aside without heed for where they landed. Ned's boxers were almost soaked by the time he finally stripped them off, and judging by the pleasantly spicy scent from Diego's, his were too. Ned growled approvingly when the wolfdog's boxers came off, noticing the well-endowed shaft and licking his chops. He growled again when he felt Diego's strong but gentle paw grip his own shaft and pull it to his as they continued to thrust tongues in each other's muzzles. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard" the wolfdog growled as Ned moaned into his muzzle.

Ned chuckled. "What makes you think I'm the catcher in this game?"

Diego grinned slyly. "I know you aren't a catcher; you're a switch: just like me." With that, he threw Ned hardly onto the bed, pouncing on him and pressing the wolf into the bedspread as he bent to kiss him again. For a few minutes they both tumbled in a wrestle of grabbing paws and thrusting hips and licking tongues, licking at each other's nipples and insuring that the fur of their chest and thighs would be suitably sticky, until Diego for a second time rolled Ned onto his back and crawled over him backwards until when the wolf looked up, all he could see was a raised furry tail, a pair of swollen balls, and a dark hole. He panted, nose lifted to catch the pleasingly musky scent of the wolfdog's ass.

"Whoever gets the other loosened up first gets to top first" Diego growled seductively, just as Ned felt a cold nose probe his balls and lift them slightly.

He leaned up and breathed a deeper noseful of wolfdog scent, thrusting his muzzle up under the wolfdog's tail in a different kind of kiss. "You're on" he said breathily, bringing his lips to the furless circle of skin and moaning contentedly as he felt Diego give an exploratory lick under his own tail. After that he didn't say anything more, just went to licking happily under the wolfdog's tail while raising his own tail so Diego could more easily do the same, responsibilities and concerns forgotten in the overwhelming reality of this unexpected but delightful encounter with the wolfdog.