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"Business as Usual",

by H. A. Kirsch (HawkWolf)

Copyright 2003.

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Hawk leaned back in his office chair, swiveling back and forth a little. He regarded his office with a look of intense smugness, reserved for his hour lunch break that he was taking inside his private space this once. Smug, because he had his own office. The wolf had gone from fixing neighborhood cars, lawnmowers, anything with an engine in it to pay for those things teenagers need... to this. Research and development for the marine division of Northwest Power. He'd interned with them for a year as he finished up his mechanical engineering degree at the local community college, and was surprised to be offered a chance to be a project manager when he graduated. Stunned, rather. Amused, flabbergasted, and generally as jubilant as a six-and-a-half foot black wolf could be.

He put his paws behind his head, leaning back, as bold as to prop a foot up against the edge of his desk, balancing his heel and sole against the edge. Riding boots. Knee high, polished freshly, with concho straps around the ankles. Sharp-toed, underslung heel. Everyone turned and stared when he came down the hallway in a black leather dress coat, white shirt, black tight jeans, and boots worn over them, heels clomping away. He was scared shitless at first, but with a wry sense of humor and the ability to smile, he managed to become an eccentricity in the otherwise boring world of engine design.

He sat around now, not in his white shirt but instead an outrageous Hawaiian shirt, a mocha and Italian sub sitting on his desk. He felt like basking in the relative peace for a short while. The mocha was half-empty, and it was his second. He realized he had to pee, and stood up, striding out of the office. He went down the hall, pretending not to notice anyone, shouting out strange quips to random people who shouted back; oddness was encouraged. It made the mind sharp. He strode into the bathroom, realized it was more than just a number one trip, and swung into a stall. He unzipped, sat down, and went about his business.

A few moments later, he heard the men's room door bang open. Heels clopped in. Heels, along with the light jangle of chains. From a bootstrap? He rrrred, and slowly sunk his head down until he could look into the stall next to him. Standing, taking a noisy piss and letting out a rather loud sigh, was someone. He wasn't sure who they were, but they smelled quite distinctly of fox. Foxes stink, he thought, in such a wonderful way. His nose twitched, cock stiffening hard, a tower of black flesh rising from his crotch. But those boots... simple, black, sharp-towed, cut angular in the Spanish style... they were very familiar. Too familiar. No. It couldn't be. Armand? Hawk didn't dare try to look closer. The fox hummed, a black tailtip swishing in and out of view, gray visible above it. Gray fox. Boots. Armand. Not possible; Armand... well, he didn't really know where Armand lived. It was totally possible that the fox could work for the same company, but they hadn't seen each other yet and it'd been *years* since Hawk started working there.

The fox finished up with a few squirts into the bowl, then kicked the flush handle, strode out of the stall, and washed his paws. Then, the door could be heard banging shut again. Hawk let out the breath he'd been holding in, groaning, his cock swollen and hanging in front of him as he wiped and got up. He snarled, pulling up his pants. He looked down as he zipped the fly; there was no way he could go outside with *THAT*. He started thinking of the most unisexual thing he could; turbocharger compression ratios later, his cock was just a floppy, sweaty piece of meat in his pants. He combed his fur back, and left the stall.

Back in his office, chalking the experience up to some sort of fluke - visiting friend, delivers packages - Hawk went back to his sandwich. He kicked his boots up again, waved his airmouse around, and went to click on an internet browser. Up until this point, Hawk's existence with technology was perfectly boring. Nothing much went wrong, he lived happily along, and even in the computer-oriented world of engineering, things went smoothly. Hawk was not a geek, but he knew the ropes. With that one click, however, his luck ran out. He thought he'd heard a few clunking noises coming from his CPU earlier in the day. Now, a stuttering saw-grinding wail started up, along with a fitful mess of clanking from inside the computer. A box popped up, reading "Immininent Drive Failure", and then the screen froze.

"Well, fuck," he said, and gave the case a kick with his foot. He punched the speakerphone button, and hit the helpdesk. A few rings in, a ferrety female voice answered.

"CITS Helpdesk. How may I help you?"

"Hey, this is Harold Kirsch in R&D. I think my computer just died."

"Died, eh?"

"Yeah. Hard drive failed."

"You certain? What was the error message?"

Hawk coughed, trying not to sound like he was laughing. "Imminent Drive Failure, and then... well, it does this," he said, and lifted the phone up, aiming it at the computer.

"Oooh, eh, that's not so good. Sounds like the drive bit the dust," the ferret said, making a sort of chittery laugh. He could hear typing in the background. "I'll have a tech right up with a new one. I hope you keep your documents on the server?"

Boy, she's cheery. "Yep. Thanks a lot," he said, and pushed the Call Release button. Oh well. He still had half an hour left, looking down at his wristwatch. With no computer, Hawk didn't have anything to occupy him except a third of a sandwich. Right when he was finishing it up, licking his black fingerpads clean, someone knocked at the door. Hawk just lifted his muzzle, hollering. "Come in!"

The door clicked, opened, and shut. Hesitantly. In fact, one of the knocks had been sort of hesitant. Hawk turned to see who came in, and promptly dropped his hand to a thigh with a slap.

"What the hell," he said, blinking, ears perking up, eyes widening.

"Oh shit," the fox said, dropping something silvery. "Oh shit shit shit!" he swore, fumbling for it, just barely keeping it from crashing to the pile carpet. "Oh god, oh shit, I didn't know you... I saw the name on the door, I thought it was a coincidence..I-"

Hawk, incredulous, started to chuckle darkly. "I just saw you in the bathroom! I thought I was seeing things! This is impossible!" he yelped, standing up. Hawk's black paw slid through his headfur. The fox, a fairly slender, short gray fox, wore a polo with the name Armand embroidered on it, and Central Information Technology Services' logo on it. His ears were splayed, and he looked slightly ill.

"Oh shit," he said again, swallowed visibly, and tried to go about his business. He shakily disconnected Hawk's computer, and started opening it up. It smelled bad inside. Armand reached for the hard drive, and yanked his fingers away. "Ow! Dammnit! That's hot! Shit, no wonder this thing failed! Looks like the fan died. Glad I have a spare in here-" he said, and reached for his bag. The fox was careful to not make eye contact with the black wolf. Armand was definitely diligent; in a matter of moments, he had the broken hard drive removed, and the computer gutted enough for the power supply fan to be replaced. He chucked the old one in the garbage. Hawk, meanwhile, watched, amused, astonished, and more importantly, aroused. He crossed his legs, grinning down at Armand, his boot propped up on his knee. The fox saw it idly, and whipped his muzzle back down, ears going red inside. Hawk's grin widened. After a few moments, Armand smacked the dust off his paws that had gathered while exchanging hard drives. He went to plug the computer in.

"You could at least try to make conversation," Hawk said, breaking the silence of at least four minutes. Armand froze.

"I... I'm sorry. It's just, it's just, I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting, er, you. And I'm a little....-"

"A little scared of a wolf in his office? A wolf with a full belly and drooping eyes? You shouldn't be scared at all. I'm not going to rape you."

"Whew!" Armand hissed, wiping his forehead. It was almost genuine. "Glad about that! Wouldn't want to get raped, would I?"

Hawk glared darkly down his muzzle. "No, you wouldn't, would you. So, you get that thing working?" the wolf asked, changing the subject.

The fox looked relieved. "Well, it should. Let's see, huh?" he said, and jabbed the power button with a finger. The computer came alive with multiple whirring sounds, none of them sounding out of the ordinary. A boot screen flashed on the monitor, then a mouse cursor appeared and the sound of a thunderclap boomed out of the desktop speakers. Armand was caught off guard by it, his tail bristling a little bit.

"I like storms," Hawk said, smirking, leaning on the desk as he stood. He watched Armand reassemble the computer, idly checking his voice mail. No messages. Armand didn't see him click the phone over onto Set Busy. The fox looked at him strangely, but finally slid the computer under the desk.

"You want me to send the disk to data recovery? They'll get anything off there, but it's kind of expensive," Armand said, starting to pack up his things. Hawk shook his head.

"Not important. I got everything I need. Haven't been at this job for long enough to do anything useful yet," he smirked, watching the fox pack up. Sure enough, he headed for the door.

"Well, if you have any other problems, just give us a call," Armand said awkwardly, moving to the door. Hawk followed, looking as if he was going to open it and see his visitor out.

"Leaving so soon?" Hawk said, flashing fangs. Armand's ears swept back.

"I-I-I.... well, it's lunch time. I was going to go out and get a bite to eat," the gray fox said. A black paw reached for the door knob, but hesitated.

"I could give you something," the wolf said. Hawk could feel his heart starting to pound, heat rising up out of his crotch. His cock grew inside his pants, the head grinding up under his belt. Uncomfortably. He narrowed his gaze down at the fox, letting out a faint grunt.

"You already ate your sandwich," Armand said, grinning, and was about to twist the door knob when a big, black paw came down and flicked the latch.

"That's not what I meant," Hawk said, darkly. Armand's toolkit slid out of his paws with a fffwt, landing on the carpet with a soft whump.

"Oh god," he muttered, tail swinging under his legs. Hawk walked back to his office chair, grabbing his leather coat off the back, swinging it around his shoulders, but sitting down. Armand stood over by the door, looking nervous, watching the wolf. The fox rocked back and forth on his heels. Hawk lifted a paw, beckoning the fox over. He let out a low exhale.

"C'mere. I just remembered... I want you to take a look at something under my desk."

Armand hesitated, then walked over, getting down onto his knees. Hawk's face burned; he couldn't believe the fox was falling for it! He snarled a bit, disguising it as a grunt, and scooted out of the way. Armand's tail sort of swished back and forth, making a ffft-fft sound as it brushed against the wolf's tall boots.

"What am I looking for?" the fox said, voice muffled a bit.

"Turn around," Hawk said, both booted feet planted at the opening to the desk. With a few curses and some banging around, the wolf saw ears peeking up.

"What? All I see are your... oh."

Hawk grinned widely, and scooted back a few inches, enough to watch. "Yeeesss. You aren't getting out from under there until you've licked every inch of leather on my boots. Both of them," he snarled, reaching into his coat pocket and withdrawing a pair of skin-tight black riding gloves. Hawk slid his paws into them, flexing the fingers, the deerskin creaking. Fox ears twitched between his legs, dropping suddenly as Armand began to lick, letting out soft whimpering noises. Hawk watched the pink foxtongue move over his shined boots, the fox kissing and licking in broad, hungry strokes. Hawk felt so powerful; Armand would do anything down there now. Anything. Gloved fingers reached down to stroke and pet over Armand's headfur, the fox responding by lifting his head, licking up the ankle of Hawk's boot, slurping noisily.

The black wolf massaged his crotch, a thick bulge forming, twitching under the black denim. Armand seemed absolutely happy to be down there, licking right up to the cuff of the wolf's right boot, then lowering his muzzle back down to the floor, moving on to the left one. The room was starting to reek of fox musk; the little bitch liked it! Hawk growled appreciatively, his gloved fingers teasing fox ears, feeling the heat coming off them. After a few long moments, Armand's muzzle reached the top cuff of Hawk's left boot. The fox sat there, panting, tongue hanging out of his muzzle, licking up at his lips.

"Mmmm, good foxy. Now, you want your treat?"

The fox's ears splayed. "No, I can't... I really can't."

"Oh yes you can," Hawk said, standing up. He unzipped his pants, pulling out ten inches of black wolfcock. "You're going to suck it right now, fox, suck every drop of cum out of me. You understand that?" Hawk growled, under his breath.

"Yes Mr. Hawk, sir," Armand whimpered, and lifted his slender muzzle to the rod of black flesh. The swollen glans disappeared between foxlips, Hawk's gloved fingers curling around the base, squeezing, veins popping out along the ebony shaft. His other paw grabbed at the fox's headfur, pulling him forward, a groan of protest coming from Armand as the wolfcock sank right in, bumping up against Armand's throat. The fox twitched backward, but then pushed forward again, taking the cockhead into his throat, letting it pop back out, withdrawing, cheeks sunken. He then slipped forward, twisting his muzzle back and forth, then back, cheeks sunken. Again, and again, Hawk's legs trembling. Gods, where did this fox learn to do this? He'd only had me...

Hawk pushed one of his boots into Armand's crotch, the instep pressing up against a definite bulge, heat warming the wolf's foot as he massaged Armand's package through his pants. The fox responded by sucking harder, bobbing his head fast and smooth. Hawk's ears swept back, fur prickling on his neck.

"Ohhhhhh FUCK! I wasn't expecting you to be this eaaaager," he groaned, through his teeth. "God damn... I'm gonna..." the wolf hissed, gloved fingers tightening on the fox's headfur, creaking as he started to thrust, getting only five or so in before forcing the cock down the vulpine throat. His seed burst forth, Hawk biting at his arm, producing only a groan. He pulled out, leaving a few flecks of cum on the fox's muzzle. Armand quickly stood up.

"I have to go," he said, and tried to scurry to the door. He got right up to it, but let out a squeak as he was crushed forward against it. A gloved paw grabbed at his head, fingers curling around his snout, clamping it shut. "MRRRPRGH! RRRRRRR!" he screamed, the sound muffled.

"No, you have to shoot fox-jizz," Hawk said from behind him, reaching around the fox to grab at his pants, forcing the zipper open. Armand struggled hard, thrashing his head back and forth, until Hawk let go and brought his arm up under it instead, around Armand's shoulder, gripping the muzzle again and turning it to the opposite side, forcing the fox's head to be still. He finally got the pants undone with a snarl, foxdick flopping out into his gloved paw. He quickly began to stroke, the sound of leather drawing against flesh turning into the squish of precum forced over leather. "Oh yeah... listen to the sound of that. You like it, don't you fox? You love how it feeeels.... You want to cum for your wolf, don't you? He wants you to squirt all over, into his tight paw..."

Armand ceased thrashing, just moaning into the gloved paw, his shaft ragingly hard from the scent of leather under his nose, the tight, creaking grasp of it around his paw. After a few moments, he started to twitch, starting to yelp into Hawk's glove. His cock sprayed out once, and Hawk rudely yanked the fox's pants shut, buttoning them. Armand didn't notice at first, muzzle tilted up, eyes screwed shut as he blew his load, whimpers and yelps escalating. Suddenly, he looked down, and whined, snorting, managing to wrench himself out of the wolf's grasp.

"Urgh! You asshole! God dammnit!" Armand swore, and Hawk opened the door.

"Get out of here. Go clean yourself up and get back to work," the wolf said, and slammed the door after Armand. He turned around, leaned on the door, and let out a long breath. "Oh fuck."