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Kieran scanned the granite cityscape under him. The black mass was dotted with bright, flickering spots of torchlight. Perched on a roof of a tall house, the black fox had an excellent view over his surroundings. He saw the path he needed to take, and he knew where he wanted to get. The old bell tower's uppermost floor was lit, and the shutters had been thrown open to prepare for the call to church the next day. That was where he was heading.

With practiced ease, he leapt from his perch, and darted across the roof below. He jumped from roof to roof, house to house, and across small streets and wide roads until he got to the edge of the city. Kieran moved soundlessly, having had years of practice at avoiding trouble. He vaulted from the last roof onto the rough stone surface of the wall, and dug his untrimmed claws in. They afforded him excellent purchase, and he might look like some rat or squirrel for how quickly he climbed, if anyone could have seen him. The guards' patrols were currently far from this particular spot. He'd studied them carefully, he couldn't be caught, or the game would be over. His black coat kept him hidden from all but the most nocturnal of watchmen, and his scent blew with the wind before it reached anyone who could have identified it.

He could get to the church roof from here. This was a bit of a round about way, but the battlements weren't torchlit like the houses below. He vaulted to the top of the crenelations, so that he would be obscured against the background of the night sky to anyone who might look his way. Skipping across the crenulations, the fox made his way towards the church along the top of the wall.

The church was built close enough to the wall that a solid jump should do the trick, and Kieran crossed the eight foot gap with plenty of margin to spare. His feet landed gently on slippery tiles with a gentle click from his toe claws, but he never doubted his grip. He always conducted his work bare footed. His tail swung back and forth as he ran across the rooftop, fighting the winds for balance. Kieran had done this before, and he didn't falter, not even when a gust of wind threw his hooded cape up with a flapping sound. Kieran crossed the roof to the where it met the tower, and buried his claws in the brickwork. He darted up the vertical wall, not losing speed or momentum. His great cloak flapped in the wind, but he held on. He nearly flew across the threshold, and tumbled into the tower, panting hard.

Inside the tower he encountered a lone figure. An ermine weasel leant against the great bell with a cocked grin on his muzzle to match his slender, skewed posture. He had a dark blue and gold cloak with a crest on the back. He was holding something in his paws. Glass glinted in his paws, reflecting the candlelight from a small lantern he had placed at his feet.

The weasel was Kit. His Kit. A sociable young valet in the service of the royal household. He held an hourglass in front of Kieran, and smiled at its contents.

"How quick..." Kieran panted.

"Still not as fast as the Duke..." He laughed, and flipped the hourglass sideways to show the levels of sand clearly against the light. All the sand had gone through, and he had lost the race against it's relentless stream.

"I don't know how I'll ever beat that bastard..." Kieran groaned, shedding his wet cloak to the floor. He brushed water from his tail, and rubbed it from his face so that it would stop running into his eyes.

"Maybe if you respect your opponents, first of all?" Kit's eyebrow raised.

"I do respect him, hell, I admire him. I would just like to know how he does it! He must be some twenty years older than me already, and he's always carrying that sword around with him. I can barely keep up with his time unarmed, and running like the devil."

"Maybe the sword contains some hidden magic" Kit teased, throwing a thick wool blanket over Kieran.

"It's not a joke, Kit, I'm serious, how is it even possible?"

The fox stripped out of his wet garments, and sighed. The rain had made short work of his newly invented grease-based waterproofing. Not only could it not hide his scent, but it would not keep him dry, either. Whenever he moved around, water would run from the parts he'd put grease on, and down into the fur where he'd not applied it, where it would soak into his clothes. At this rate, if he wanted his clothes to remain dry under his cloak, he'd have to shave his fur down to nothing, and that would itch worse than the aftermath of his beehive raids. Kieran sometimes wished he was an otter.

"Maybe he has a special someone waiting for him up here, like you have, only more so?" Kit said, his voice trickled into Kieran's ear like honey.

"What do you mean, more so?"

"Oh, just that he might have someone who is more special to him than you are to me?"

"Oh, come on, Kit, don't be like that..." Kieran complained, bad enough to lose out to a spotted dog at stealth, but Kit's teasing didn't help his dejection. Kit was playful, not abrasive, but sometimes Kieran just wanted to shut him up for five minutes. He was very fond of Kit. "You know the Duke has done this a thousand times; he must have all kinds of tricks up his sleeve. I need to find out how he does it."

"Tricks that his special friends would know about?" Kit lashed his tail and looked dreamily at a point slightly above Kieran's right ear. Self-conscious, Kieran flagged the mangled ear down to his head.

"Kit... for crying out loud, focus..."

"I am focusing... Maybe he does it with his tongue? Do you think? Or do you think he is on top, and the special someone... or several someones are the bottoms? Ooh, What if he has several, how do you think that works, fox?" Kit licked his chops, his mind clearly not focused on the task in hand. Kieran sighed.

"I don't know Kit; I don't really think about him that much."

"Do you think he has spots all over?" Kit asked him suddenly "Everywhere?, I mean"

"I guess so... He's a royal, they all have spots... Oh... KIT!"

"Know what I mean?"

"Please, focus on the dog... mean stick to the... the... I mean the point, ah, for Christs' sake!"

Kieran saw that he wasn't getting any contact with the weasel, who was dreamily staring out into the night sky and thinking about their mentor.

"Can you at least not think about him?" Kieran asked embarrassedly... I want to go again..."

"Fox. You couldn't beat the time, and you know what that means. Don't forget our deal?"

Kit slid up to him silkily, drifting almost as if he was on ice. With very little effort, he slipped inside of the fox' blanket, huddling close. In another second he had shed his own cape to the floor and revealed his nakedness.

"KIT!" He exclaimed "We're outside... I thought you meant after!"

"Shush fox, nobody will see us. Just take it easy, remember what we agreed on. You said..."

"I said after the practice..."

"Its after the practice now, and I'm taking my payment."

"Alright Kit. But make it quick, alright?" Kieran sighed and cracked a smile. He was cold all over from the rain, but he liked the cold, because it made the weasel squeeze up close to him to warm him. Kit had managed to find some place where he was not cold. It was certainly as wet as the other bits of the fox, but for different reasons. They were standing so close to each other, rubbing up against each other with their bodies, that Kieran soon couldn't stop himself.

"Oh, Kit..." Kieran moaned, as Kit's white paws uncovered what was inside his black sheath. Trailing his fingers around it, he teased and caressed at the pink tip, which was slowly pushing it's way out into the night air. His paws were warm and dry, his pads softened from days of easy work, and he knew just how Kieran liked id. Their revels underneath Kieran's blanket quickly made them hot and bothered. Kieran's own paws were wrapped up in the blanket, and he could only hug the weasel against himself.

"There we go fox. There we go. You just relax and take it easy." Kit mumbled, placing a gentle kiss on Kieran's lips which quickly developed to a wild and passionate one. The second Kit managed to get his tongue through Kieran's row of sharp teeth, Kieran gave him everything he had.

The weasel's long and agile tongue slid in and out between the fox' teeth, while his paws stroked Kieran's hips. He traced a curious paw along the groove on Kieran's lower spine, down to the base of his tail, where it lingered. Kit splayed his paw over the fox' butt, and gripped it firmly, making Kieran moan softly against his jaw. As they rubbed against each other, Kit's own errection came out and to play with Kieran's.

Kit knew what he wanted, and took the initiative. The weasel ducked down before Kiearn could seat himself, sliding down the fox' chest to his crotch. The fox had to lean against the banister of the tower, his back to the great city. He initially tried to block the view with his blanket, but he needed to keep a hand on the banister for balance, and he couldn't bring himself to block out the sight of Kit.

"Do that thing with your tongue." Kieran moaned, but Kit was way ahead of him. He gave the fox a playfull, cocked grin as he gripped Kieran's shaft at the base, squeezing behind the knot. The wave of pleasure almost sent Kieran backwards over the edge. He grabbed the weasels head for leverage, and ended up thrusting his hard cock against the weasel's muzzle, making it all sticky and smelling of fox.

"I like it when you're a bit rough, Fox." Kit teased, and nuzzled the cock, smearing more juices over his muzzle and cheeks, and smiling provocatively up at Kieran.

"Okay then... less talk... more sucking." Kieran demanded.

Kit complied. The cold, black nose poked his shaft. It was a strange and evocative feeling, and he could feel it twitching and moving as Kit drew in the scent of fox. It tickled him and made his cock leak heavily. He felt a pleasant sensation on his shaft as Kit's rough tongue finally touched him. Jolts of pleasure ran up his spine and made his eyes half close, and he leaned back to enjoy his boyfriend's tongue.

Kit was a tease about everything, even sucking. He took the tip into his muzzle like he'd been waiting all night to do so and started tonguing it. He massaged it against the roof of his mouth, sucked it, and lapped at the juices with that misciveous tongue of his. But whenever Kieran felt himself closing in, Kit would slow down. Kit would sometimes let out small moans and gagging sounds, which only drove Kieran wilder and more impatient. Kieran knew he was trying to provoke a reaction.

"You're so good at that... don't stop now..." Kieran mumbled. he'd never been talkative like the weasel was when they fucked. Kit had his mouth full, and knew his manners well enough to keep silent. But Kieran knew that wouldn't last. It wasn't long before his body started humping in tune with the sucking. Kit looked to him when he thrust, and smiled with desire. Those eyes were just begging for it, there was no doubt. He was hungry for Kieran, for all of Kieran. The more he sucked, the more confident Kieran grew, and the more ready he became. His worries for their surroundings vanished, and he focused intently on the weasel in front of him.

So, Kit liked it rough? Kieran could do that. He grabbed the boy's scruff and pulled him away from his cock. Kit made a disappointed whine when he couldn't suck on his toy, but it was just poorly disguised excitement. He wiped his cock on Kit's cheek, a display of dominance which Kit always went absolutely wild for.

"Oh, did foxy get impatient with me? Not quick enough, hmm? You're so obsessed with speed..." Kit giggled. Kieran growled at him, but his weasel grin just grew wider. Kieran cuffed him with his cock, but it didn't make the weasel less excited.

"How about I show you just how quickly I can turn things to my advantage..." He snarled into Kit's ears.

"I don't believe you, fox."

Kieran untangled himself from the blanket and threw it down on the floor. In a quick and fluid move, he grabbed Kit and pushed him down on his belly, holding him down by his scruff. Kit let out a happy yip, and arched his back, lifting his tail happily. Kieran positioned himself over the boy, his knotted cock shone in the soft lantern light, glistening and twitching. He traced the boy's arched back with a paw, down over his butt and in between his legs.

"Did foxy find a burrow? There are no rabbits for you to chase down there, boy."

"Kit..."

"Want to put a cock in the chicken coop? I hear it makes the chickens go wild, you can practically taste it, can't you..." He giggled, partly from the comment, partly from Kieran's wet, cold paw touching him.

"Kit... for god's sake."

Kieran bit his lips, and couldn't hold back a smile. Kit's cheek and jibing didn't distract from the scent of arousal all over him. His tailhole allowed Kieran inside when he poked an inquisitive, lubricated finger at it. The fox levelled his tip at Kit's tailhole, rubbing and massaging the pink flesh with the juices which flowed from its tip, before he pushed himself in underneath the weasel tail.

Kit gasped and moaned out, and for once didn't have anything to say, as the fox found his burrow. The heat of the two intermingled where the two bodies met. Though Kieran's head, his cheek and ears were red hot, Kit's butt felt even warmer. The weasel was squeezing, arching his back and pushing greedily against Kieran's lap, begging for more. He was teasing Kieran even when he was being filled, goading him further with every little moan, every movement, he knew exactly how to get what he wanted from him.

"Come on foxy, don't make me turn the hourglass again..." Kit moaned between gritted teeth. "Ah, yes. YES. There you go, boy!"

Kieran thrust deeper into him, the weasel's moans of pleasure soon grew louder and more pronounced. There was a teasing smile to the weasel's lips, but his tongue lolled, and he gasped in pleasure. He was playing the fox, daring the fox to wipe that cocky smirk off his muzzle. He knew Kieran was worried about being found out but when the fox pushed in again, slapping against his firm butt, he moaned out more. He'd make as much noise as he wanted, and he challenged the fox to stop him.

Kieran grabbed his neck ruff and pulled him back off the blanket, and with a quick motion managed to wrap his paw around the weasel's short muzzle. The moan he had prepared was cut short, and a high pitched, excited whine escaped him instead. Kieran thrust even harder as a reply. He pounded the little weasel butt roughly, loudly smacking against his cheeks, and growling seductively into his ears.

"You like that? What this what you wanted?" He panted between thrusts. "That muzzle of yours... You've done it now."

He bit down on Kit's ear. The weasel could only breathe heavily through his nose and let out moans of pleasure from behind his shut jaws.

Kieran definitely had the advantage as regarded their physical endurance, and soon Kit grew too weak to push back. The weasel's breathing grew more rapid and urgent. Kieran brought his free paw was down under his boyfriend, stroking at his erection and eliciting moans from Kit which was bordering on manic. He had only himself to blame, pushing the fox like that. Kieran felt himself getting closer already. A rush of heat grew from the base of his spine and travelled up to his neck, and a shudder of pleasure sprang from that rush. He yipped, losing his composure for a moment, and thrust the knot home. Kit whined under his grip, and let out a series of ragged breaths, before Kieran felt a wet sensation against the paw which was taking care of his boyfriend. He slammed his hips against Kit's, squeezing as much cum inside of the weasel as he could take. Gasping for breath, he released his grip on both Kit's muzzle and his cock, and flopped down on top of his mate.

They lay panting for a while, Kieran's muzzle resting on top of his lover's head, between Kit's ears. The heat spread between them like warm water in a bath. His lover was still twitching gently against the base of his cock every now and then. Even after the rough play, he was sensitive to Kit's body and the way it moved and felt against his own.

"You foxes... Think you're the great tricksters, and yet you're so easy to lead on..." Kit mumbled after a while, his muzzle still pressed against the floorboards by the weight of Kieran's head.

"You were asking for it, you little bitch. There was no great trick to your methods." Kieran snickered. "And don't pretend it's a fox thing. Getting into my trousers is definitely a weasel thing."

"It's a weasel thing then." Kit squeezed at his shaft some "I weaselled straight into your trousers."

"Well, I'm the one who ended up in you... Did I outweasel you then?"

"I outfoxed you, then you weaselled into me, because I weaselled into your head." Kit laughed. "I'm a better fox than you, and a better weasel!"

All talk, Kieran thought, because the boy underneath him was panting heavily against him. He had always had more mouth than sense.

"Watch your tongue, boy. I might have another one in me, and then you'd be sorry."

"Considering your progress with your exercises, I don't think so." Kit giggled. "You'd be lucky if you could stand up right now."

"I think I could do a better one in another few minutes or so."

"Come on, fox. It's late already..."

"Just one more, Kit. I think I've got it now. I'll show you."

"Alright..." The weasel sighed and arched his back to allow Kieran out of him. Kieran bit down gently on one of Kit's ears as he teased himself out of Kit with a slick, wet slopping sound. Kit moaned softly as the cock slid out, his tail hole loose and dripping with Kieran's cum.

"I'll be here waiting for you then. If you don't make it this time, I get to fuck you. Then we'll see who out-fuck-ses whom."

They exchanged a kiss. This would be his sixth lap of the course that night. Kieran leapt over the edge he'd come from, and let himself slide down the wall to the church roof below. Kit smiled as he left, and put his cloak back on to await the fox' return. He didn't flip the hourglass this time, either.