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Our canvasing at the Franklin Housing Project turned out exactly as I thought it would; nobody saw or heard anything. There could have been a bomb go off across the street and no one would have seen or heard anything either. Though it was always a long shot in situations like this, I gave out my business card that had my office phone number and work cell phone number, hoping like hell that someone, just one person might call with some kind of clue. Any clue was better than none.

Normally, Stan would drive me home since we're neighbors as well as co-workers and best friends, but I'd gone into the office early that day, so I drove by myself. I tried to get the case off my mind--never does me any good to dwell on a cold case while I'm at home. I try and keep that separate from my family life. All I could do was think about going home, playing with my four year-old son, Ben, giving my wife Susan a kiss, having a nice meal, and then relax with a beer in my paw in front of the television; after all, I had to get up tomorrow and go out into the field, hoping like crazy to catch a killer on the loose.

I pulled into the driveway at my house, and I immeadiately knew something was wrong when I saw my wife standing outside the front door, her arms folded with a none-too-happy look on her face. I killed the ignition to my car, got out and went up to my wife.

"Hi, honey," I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You lock yourself out?"

"No, smart-ass," she said. Huh, she was the second person to call me tha today. "RJ is here."

"He is?" I said. "What's wrong?"

"Margo dropped him off ten minutes ago, said he was in a fight at school today," said Susan.

"Wonderful," I said putting a paw over my face. "Okay, okay, I'll go talk to him."

I walked inside and was instantly assaulted by Ben. The little guy grabbed at my leg, screaming and yelling.

"Hi, Daddy!" he said, tail wagging at a hundred miles an hour. "RJ is here!"

"I know, son," I said, putting him back down. "I need to go talk to him, but I'll come back and play with you, okay?"

"Okay!" said Ben, running back to his room, probably to go get some toy to play with.

Sighing, I walked upstairs to RJ's room. I knocked on the door, and didn't wait to be invited in. I walked in, seeing RJ, sitting on his bed, starring at the floor.

"I hear you got in a fight at school today," I said. "That true?"

"Yes," said RJ, still starring at the floor.

"Look at me," I said in a sterner tone of voice.

RJ looked up at me, revealing he'd gotten a real shiner on his right eye. I guess before I go any further, I should explain who RJ is, shouldn't I? You see, RJ is my fourteen year-old son that I had with another vixen named Margo. RJ wasn't planned, and I really didn't even know his mother that well. What happened is that on the night of my high school graduation, Sam and I and a couple of our friends went to a party in another part of town. At the party there was tons of booze and other stuff that I should have never been around, but I was riding on the high of having just graduated with honors. I got super wasted, started hitting on this good looking vixen, and before I know it, she and I are in a back room, lying on the floor completely naked having sex. I didn't think anything of it after it happened because as drunk as I was, I still had the presence of mind to put a condom on. Well, I found out the hard way that condoms can break when months later my parents got a letter, saying I had to show up for a paternity test. I couldn't believe it. I thought everything had been cool, but when I got the test results back, saying I was the father, that's when the shit really hit the fan. I was going to Melapardus City College at the time, still living at home, and I couldn't escape the wrath of my over-bearing father. When he heard that I was going to be a father at only eighteen years of age, he slapped me so hard he knocked me right on my butt. I'll never forget that, or of him telling me that what I'd done was probably going to screw up his plans for career advancement.

Well, Margo and I never became an item, and my parents agreed to pay for child support, even though they had my youngest sibling, Sean, and my three sisters to take care of. It caused a lot of hardship, both emotionally and financially, and even after I graduated college, graduated the police academy, and had even gotten married to Susan, things just weren't right. Margo had custody of RJ, and I only got to see him every other weekend.

"What caused all this?" I asked RJ, looking directly at him.

"I don't know," he said, looking away at me again.

"Bullshit," I said in an even sterner tone than before. "And I told you to look at me when I'm talking to you."

RJ looked at me, and I could see tears streaming down his face. "Why do you care? You're just gonna get mad at me."

"Maybe not," I said, attempting to be diplomatic. "Now, for the second time, what caused this?"

"It was that asshole Tyler," said RJ, now sobbing.

"The tiger?" I asked. "What did he do?"

"I left my book bag down at my usual lunch table, and he went over there and took my mp3 player right out of there and put it in his pocket, like he owned it. I went up to him and asked for it back. He told me 'eat shit, fox', so I shoved him; that's when he punched me."

"You get suspended?" I asked him.

'Yeah," said RJ, wiping the tears away from his eyes. "He got kicked out too, but they're threatening to expel me because I've been suspended more than once."

I sighed. "Oh, son, son," I said, sitting down on the bed next to him. "How many times do I have to tell you, if you see somebody doing something wrong, go get a teacher and let them sort this out?"

"I'm sorry, Dad," he said. "I was just trying to stand up for myself."

"I know," I said, putting a paw on his shoulder. "But that sort of thing doesn't fly in the world we live in now." I put my arms around him, hugging him in an attempt to comfort him. "Listen, I'll go down to your school tomorrow and try to sort this thing out, but in the future, don't try and pick a fight with somebody, okay?"

"Okay," he said, sniffling. "I'm sorry, Dad."

"I know," I said. "Tell you what; how about you go into the bathroom, get your face washed, then go play with your little brother, okay?"

RJ shot me a smile. "I'd like that," he said.

"And Ben would love it," I said. "He's absolutely crazy about his big brother."

"And I love that little guy," said RJ.

"I know you do," I said. "And RJ?"

"Yeah?" he said, sniffling once more.

"I love you too," I said, giving him a big hug. "

Though my evening had gotten off to a rough start, things went much, much better after I'd had my talk with RJ. I was also quite thrilled when Susan made her world famous fried chicken for dinner that night, which is my favorite thing in the world to eat. What? Are you surprised that a fox loves chicken more than any other food? Anyway, I was glad to see RJ playing with his little brother, which also made Susan quite happy. It's kind of weird, but she's never had a problem with RJ, and I made sure to tell her when we first started dating that I had a kit out of wedlock. She's just the greatest. She works as a financial broker out of home so she can watch Ben, and makes way more money than me, which all the guys at work always give me shit about, but I don't care. She's a great wife and wonderful mother, and I wouldn't trade her for anything.

It was right about the time we were going to head to bed when Ben asked me if he could go spend the night with Kyle, who is Stan and his wife Candice's four year old son. I told him 'yes', always glad that my best friend's son and my younger son were best friends. I then went and told RJ good night, and reassured him that I'd sort out things at his school before Susan and I headed off to bed.

"You know," I said, sitting down on the bed. "I think . . ."

"What?" said Susan, changing out of her clothes and into her pajamas.

"Susan," I said, puasing for quite some time. "Would . . . would you be opposed to me asking RJ to move in with us?"

"What?" said Susan. "You serious?"

"I am," I said. "I just hate seeing all the struggles that RJ has to go through, living at his mother's home."

"Oh, Rey," said Susan, sitting down next to me. "You really want RJ to live with us?"

"I do," I said, looking right at her. "Think about it; if he were to live here, he'd have his own room, he'd go to a better school, and Ben would be absolutely thrilled to have his big brother here all the time."

"So you're okay with it?" I asked, looking into her eyes.

"I'm fine with it," said Susan, rubbing my back. "RJ has always been perfect for me. He washes the dishes, takes out the trash, and like you said, he loves playing with Ben."

"Yeah," I said, grinning. "He reminds me of me and Sean when we were growing up."

"And they're ten years apart, just like you and Sean," added Susan.

"True," I said, standing up. "Tell you what? I'll talk to him about it tomorrow, and see what he thinks."

"But don't tell Ben," said Susan. "I don't want him getting his hopes up if this doesn't work out. I know he'll cry his eyes out if he thinks his big brother is coming to live with us, only to find out it isn't happening."

"Yeah," I said. "Good idea."

"So," said Susan. "Isn't this your night of the week with Stan?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "I'll see you later, okay?"

I gave Susan a kiss on the cheek, and she gave me one back. With everyone now in bed, I walked out the front door, and walked over to Stan's house, seeing that he was already standing outside in his driveway in front of his car.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Sure am," I said, waiting for him to unlock the car doors before I got into the front passenger seat.

"Everything okay at your house?" he asked.

"It will be," I said, hearing the engine start up. "RJ got into a fight after some asshole tiger took his mp3 player."

"He get into trouble?" asked Stan.

"Yeah," I said. "He shoved the guy, and that tiger punched him right in the eye. Got a big ol' shiner from it."

"Ouch," said Stan. "He okay?"

"He'll be okay," I said. "I'm gonna sue for custody of him."

Stan took his eyes off the road, staring at me. "You serious?"

"Like a heart attack," I said. "His mother doesn't lead a good life, and I'm sick and tired of seeing him getting into trouble. If he's with me and Susan, he'll go to a better school, have better supervision, and he'll get to see his little brother everyday."

"Sounds like a good deal to me," said Stan.

"I just hope a judge can see it my way," I said.

"Hey," said Stan. "You're a police lieutenant, I think that should get you some clout."

"I hope so, Stan," I said, sighing. "I really, really hope so."

Stand and I drove for about twenty more minutes before we reached our destination, a crummy little hotel on the East Side of town. We both got out of the car and went inside to check in. Much to my aggravation, the usual clerk was at the desk, a weasel, who had his nose in a fishing magazine.

"Hey," I said, tapping the front desk. "Malone, room for two."

He looked up at Stand and I, giving us a shit eating grin. "Oh, you two again, huh? What's wrong? Can't do it at home?"

"Shut up," I said, glaring at him. "Just give us the damn room key, okay?"

"Whatever you say," said the weasel, handing me the room key. "Enjoy."

I wanted to punch the guy, but thought better of it. I went to our normal room, which was 117, on the first floor. I put the key card in the door and waited for it to flash green. I opened the door, and flipped on the lights. The room looked it's usual, crappy self. I closed the door, looking over at the bed.

"You think our wives ever get sick of this?" Stan asked me.

"I don't know," I said, taking off my shirt. "I just know that I really enjoy the time we spend together."

"Me too," said Stan, removing his clothes.

Okay, if you can't figure out what's going on right now, well . . . Stan and I are more than just best friends, we're also lovers. Both of us never had any intention of being a couple, as we both wanted to lead normal, heterosexual lives with our wives, but the attraction we felt towards one another was too much. Both my wife and Stan's wife were aware of what we were doing, and just like Susan was okay with me having a son out of wedlock, she seemed to be okay with what Stan and I were doing. We quickly removed all of our clothes, and I went over and wrapped my arms around Stan.

"I love you, cool cat," I said, giving him a kiss.

"I love you too, sly fox," he said, giving me a kiss back.

"If you love me so much," I said, shoving him onto the bed. "Then get on your back and lift up your legs."

Stand didn't say anything; he just did as he was told, getting on his back, lifting his legs up and purred loudly as I got to the foot of the bed. By this time, I was already sporting a massive hard-on, as was Stan, put I knew we both needed a little pick-me-up.

"Here we go," I said, reaching down to where my pants were. "Nothing like the little brown bottle."

I passed the bottle over to Stan, who quickly unscrewed it, put it under his left nostril, took a long, deep huff, then did the same under his right nostril before giving it back to me. I huffed the bottle under both of my nostrils long and deep, just as he had done. As I screwed the lid back on, I could feel my head swimming, as the contents of the bottle lowered my blood pressure and made me even hornier than before. I took hold of Stan's legs, spreading them even wider than before. I leaned down, smiling at the orange tabby cat.

"Hey," I said. "I love you, cool cat."

"Love you too, sly fox," he said, grinning back at me.

With that, I stood back up, and with my right paw, guided my rock hard cock into Stan's ass. We'd been fucking since we were twelve years old, so he was no stranger to what I was doing. I looked down, seeing the entirety of my penis being shoved into him. God, he felt so good! I heard him moan, and I leaned down, giving him a kiss on the mouth before standing up again and going to work. I always started out slow, wanting to feel my cock sliding through his rectum. I could hear my tabby cat purring loudly, a clear sign that he was thoroughly enjoying what I was doing to him. I grinned, happy that he was so pleased. I placed his feet up on my shoulders, leaned in, and really went to work. I heard the old, rusty bed creaking like crazy as I fucked him, but it didn't bother either one of us. Truth be told, I'd be happy to have sex with him in a snow storm, flood, tornado, or whatever, and I knew Stan felt the same way. I closed my eyes briefly, sticking my muzzle up in the air, only to open my eyes, look down and see Stan, his body shaking from my humping, unscrewing the brown bottle and sticking it under his nose once more. I wasn't surprised. Stan really, really loved huffing poppers; not only because it made you hornier when you huffed it, but because it relaxed his muscles, which was a plus when you've got a dick up your ass like he did. He passed the unopened bottle to me, and without missing a beat, I took hold of it, stuck it under my nose and huffed long and hard. It took only a few seconds, and I was hornier than you could imagine. My head was swimming with pure sexual bliss. I didn't care about anything else except getting my nuts off, and Stan's too. I reached down after I screwed the lid back on and grabbed at Stan's flopping dick, making sure I had a firm hold on it. With my right paw, I pumped hard and fast on it and saw Stan lean his head back, purring louder and deeper than before. I loved this, I absolutely lived for this because not only was my tabby cat in heaven, his purring vibrated my dick, making it more stimulated than ever before. I pumped into him harder, faster than before and could feel sweat lining my body. I didn't give a fuck if anyone or everyone in the place could hear us and knew what we were doing. All I cared about was my pleasure and Stan's. I gritted my teeth, and knew the time was close. With everything that I had, I fucked him like there was no tomorrow, still pumping his dick with my paw. I let out a huge, long moan as I shot my load into him, and only seconds later felt his warm cum hitting me and him. I kept pumping into him until we were both completely drained, and still inside him, I flopped down, giving his face a lick.

"That was wonderful," I said, panting.

"Sure was," he said, panting almost as hard as I was.

We staid like that, my softening cock still inside of him, until I heard my cell phone ringing. The sound broke me out of my sexual trance. I pulled out of Stan, went over to my pants to retrieve my phone.

"Detective-Lieutenant Malone," I said. I heard the voice on the other line. It was a quiet, low voice with what sounded like some kind of Hispanic accent. I listened to what the voice said, and all my thoughts of having just made love to my boyfriend/best friend quickly left me before I ended the call.

"Who was that?" asked Stan, sitting up in the bed.

"Not sure," I said, putting my clothes back on. "But he says he was information on our case."

"That qudruple homicide at the Franklin Project?" asked Stan.

"Yeah," I said, sliding my underwear over my butt. "Get dressed, Sergeant Tybalt. We've got a lead!"