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I bit the pillow as the capybara pounded my ass. Fuck, the guy was thick, and energetic. He let out a yell that forced me to plaster my ears against my skull. And he was loud. He throbbed inside me, panted over me, pulled out and left. And he was inconsiderate. Third time in as many days, and not one hello, goodbye or even just reaching around to jerk me off.

He'd taken to the instruction to fuck me more mechanically than the others. I couldn't tell if it was because of who I was, or it was just his thing. I stretched and yawned, reached for a bottle of water, only to find I was out. There was the excuse I needed to take a break.

I sat as the door opened and Arnold entered.

I bit back the groan. I'd kicked out any Orr who entered. I was not letting any of them fuck me. Fortunately, the continuing raids on the twins men kept them occupied. This was the first time Arnold had showed up.

"How are you holding up?" the tiger asked, closing the door before leaning against it.

"Shouldn't I ask you? You're the one out there kicking ass."

Arnold snorted. "I've been in the building the whole time. Something about 'I can't risk my life on something this minor'. If I'd known being the guy in charge would mean I'd have to sit out most of the action, I'd have left things as they were."

"Didn't you spend a lit of time in your office running your security company?"

"Yeah, but then I enjoyed doing paperwork (need a more 'time period' accurate term). Since the old men took away their gift, that's one boring thing I delegate to someone better qualified. Doesn't leave me with much to do."

"Finding out you aren't much more than the job?"

"Watch it Brislow."

I laughed. "Hey. I'm the same way. Becoming a PI was hell because I had so much free time. I enjoy doing the administrative side of running Steel Link, so I have that to keep me busy. I was never the 'physical' kind of detective. I enjoy the investigation. The running after the criminal was a side effect of that. From what I know of you, you like the takedown."

The tiger smiled. "That's the satisfying part of it. Which is why sitting in here, waiting for updates on the radio is so frustrating."

"And what are those updates?"

Arnold sighed. "What you'd expect when a bunch of trained security agents go after a bunch of amateur would-be terrorists. Those we find get taken down hard."

"Any casualties?"

"Only on their side, and only a handful, the stubborn ones who don't surrender when it's clear they can't win. On our side it's minor scrapes and bruises. The kind of thing that sigil your guys taught us easily takes care of. Exhaustion is the thing that brings the guys back for a rest."

"And to fuck me."

"Speaking of which, If you'll remember, the last time you were in my city, I did say I was going to fuck you at some point."

"Arnold," I warned, but he spoke over me.

"So if you'll let me, I'd like to fuck you now."

"You're asking?"

He leaned his head back. "I told you I'm trying to be better at the social stuff."

"Are you asking every guy you--"

Arnold snorted. "No. But you're not just a random guy. You're pretty much my equal."

"Pretty much?" I grinned.

"You're not an Orr, so that's the best you can hope for." He smiled.

"It's amazing what six months can do."

"You can thank Simon for that. He's relentless."

"Okay, so why do you want to?" I studied my own motivations while he thought. The instinctive balking was because of that initial time, when he tried to force himself on me. His habit of putting me down when he asked for my help hadn't helped my perception of him, but to be fair, he'd been behaving better since that blowout when his fathers escaped us. Unless he was stressed when I called, he'd been civil. And he was an elder, I needed to remember that. His family might not be part of the Society, but I had to respect his position within it.

"A big part of it is because you told me no," Arnold said. "It rank, and I want to fix that. Another part is because I'm curious. Alex fucked that badger of yours and said you guys are pretty fun."

"Tom isn't Society."

The tiger shrugged. "He's one of yours, anyway."

"Any other reason?"

"Not really."

"So the main reason is because you want to demonstrate your superiority over me?"

Arnold shrugged.

"You get that's kind of screwed up, right?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You do remember who I am, right? I'm pretty much the definitions of screw up."

I smiled. "At least your honest with yourself, and you came in asking, not barging in. So okay, but I'm warning you. You start getting rough and I'm putting an end to it."

"You start expecting me to get all weepy and emotional and I'm walking out."

"You need to start having sex with regular men, under normal circumstances if you think that's how most of us behave."

"I'm going to say that counts as you agreeing." He pulled the tank top off.

"I'd agreed when I said okay." I watched him get out of his pants. He was hard, of course, but I looked at the rest of him. He was buff, I remembered that from the first time, but I didn't remember the definition. His muscles corded under the short fur, fuck, was there any fat on him?

"What?" he asked.

"Do you have any idea how hot you are?"

"Of course."

"Then why is it you have to force yourself on guy you want? All you'd need to do is wait, and they'd fall at your feet."

Arnold opened his mouth, then closed it. "I don't want some guy to crawl at my feet and beg me to fuck him. That's Uncle Dominic's thing. I take what I want. I earn it. That's how I prove I deserve it."

"Just so you know. I'm not replying to that because we're going to start arguing if I do and we're not going to fuck, but I'm probably going to bring it back up at some point."

"Sure, feel free to do that anytime you want to lose an argument." He approached the bed. "Now, how about we get to fucking instead?"

"When you ask so nicely, how can I refuse."

"Hey, I did ask, and you said okay. Since then it's sounding to me like you've been delaying it."

I almost replied, then realized he was right. I was stalling.

He pushed me on my back as he climbed onto the bed. "So, since I'm trying to be civil and all that crap. Are we doing this, or do you want me to leave?"

I bit back a dozen snide remarks and waited for the rest to run through my head before risking an answer. "We're doing it, it's the least I can do after the effort you put into being nice about it."

"Damned right it is." He stayed on his knees next to knee. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"You going to turn over or what?"

"Oh, sure, if you want me on my stomach, I can do that." I started rolling over.

"Isn't it how you want to be fucked?"

I let myself roll back. "I don't have a preference."

"You'd let me watch you?"

"Sure."

"You're weird." Arnold got between my left and pulled them over his shoulder. "Shut up," he said as I opened my mouth. "I don't care about your reasons." He grabbed the lube bottle and had to work at getting any out.

"It's been a long three days," I said at the titled ear he gave me.

"There are more bottles."

I grinned. "But that requires getting out of bed and missing on getting fucked."

The tiger made a face then lubed himself up. He lined himself up, pushed then eased up. I noticed the annoyance on his face as he took his time pushing his cock in. I gasped as the crown popped in, then sighed.

Arnold's eyes were closed, and he mouthed silent words until he was completely in.

"What are you whispering?" I asked in the pause. He snapped his eyes open and tensed. "I'm just curious."

He relaxed a little. "It's something me and Alex came up with when we were kids. Our way of thanking Him, or reminding each other that we were chosen."

"Care to share?" I wondered what kind of ritual they might have made.

"No."

That was final. I raised an eyebrow.

"We're just fucking." He said, his tone defensive. "This isn't something special."

And yet you were mumbling that prayer, I specifically didn't say. Maybe you're looking for something special, just like the rest of us, Arnold Orr.

I nodded. "I'm good with just fucking."

Arnold smirked. And pulled out, before thrusting back in. I closed my eyes and let the sensation soak in. My pleasure's ebb and flow at his thrusting, his moans and grunts. I felt Him in the moment, as I sometimes did when having sex. Watching us, silently encouraging us, taking his due and reminding us we belonged to him. His presence flared as Arnold grunted and came in me and faded away as the tiger panted until it was just the two of us.

He pulled out and grabbed his clothes. He'd leave and not give this another thought if I let him, but with him I knew it had nothing to do with me. I figured he treated every guy he fucked this way.

"I'm going to grab a shower, want to join me?"

He glared at me. "If you're trying to make this more than--"

I raised a hand. "I stink of sex, and I know my back is stiff with cum. It's a lot easier to get someone else clean that out than use a back scrubber. And it's been a while since you showered too."

Arnold smelled himself. "Fine, but it's just helping you out, nothing else."

You'd have been more convincing if you'd just nodded, Arnold.

* * * * *

We left the room clean and damp with Arnold smug that nothing other than washing had taken place. Not that I'd tried anything. Whatever he was looking for, I didn't want to be the one he found it with.

We headed to the cafeteria down the hall and found Kevin and Adam exiting their own room. The otter looked excited, while the tiger looked tired. Had Kevin managed to tire one of the Orrs out?

"Mister Brislow! Oh my God! You have no idea the kind of day I've had, there was this car chase when some of the men tried to run, and Adam it let me drive the Lamborghini! It is such an amazing car, and so fast I caught up to them in seconds and he shot their tires out and--" Kevin stopped at my stunned expression. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I swear, I didn't--" He slammed his hands over his muzzle. "What's wrong with my voice? What am I speaking sop fast?" He put his hands back on his muzzle.

"What did you do?" Arnold asked.

"Nothing!" Kevin answered, "I swear, I didn't--" he clamped his hand back on his muzzle, a look of desperation on his face.

"Not you, kid. My--"

"Hey, I'm not a kid, I'm just a couple of years younger than you, You don't get to--" With a whine he clamped his muzzle shut yet again.

I was trying to not laugh. I had no idea what was going on, but it was funny as hell.

"Adam, does he even know what you did?"

Adam smirked at his brother, and tried to smooth his face when Kevin looked at him in fear.

"I told you I'd help you become a better driver, didn't I Kev?"

Kevin loosened his grip on his muzzle, then thought better of it and only nodded.

"See? I did."

"Ki--Kevin, did you expect that help to come in the form of more than driving lessons?" Arnold asked.

The otter looked from one brother to the other, his expression now near panic. He shook his head.

"Adam, I told you not to pull anything stupid on them. They're our guest."

I swallowed my laughter. "Arnold, what is going on? What did your brother do?"

Arnold's lips became a tight line. He took a breath. "Remember when I told you each of us would bestow a gift?"

"You told him!" Adam exclaimed.

"Shut up." Arnold snapped. "You don't get to comment after this stunt. We'll talk about this in private." He looked at Kevin. "Adam's gift is a natural aptitude for driving."

"So, I'm going to be good at driving now?" Kevin said through his hand. "Really? Does it start like right now, or do I still have to learn? Am I going to be better than Martin?"

"Anyone can drive better than that guy," Adam said, which earned him another glare from Arnold. "But it's already there. So just driving on your own will make you learn how to be better, with me teaching you. You're going to become an expert by the time all this is over and you go back home."

"And my voice?"

"That's a side effect of his gift. You got Adam's habit of talking a lot."

"I never heard him talk like that," I said.

Adam shrugged. "I lived with it since I was a kid. I learned to tone it down."

"So there's nothing wrong with me? I mean this is normal?"

"You're fine, Kev. In time and with practice you'll be able to speak normally too."

Kevin's face lit up. "Oh, this is so cool. Can we go drive now? I really want to see what I can do. What you can teach me. Do you have another fast car?" Kevin looked at me. "The Lambo got kind of shot up, I don't think it's safe to drive it again."

"Why did you even go out in the Lamborghini?" Arnold asked.

"Kev wanted to see what it could do."

"I just wanted to drive it around the block, I didn't think you'd take it when we joined the other, this is not my fault," he stated.

"No, it's my idiot of a brother's fault."

"So, dad, can I take Kev out for practice or am I grounded?" Adam looked far too pleased with the wording and his ensuing grin at Arnold's anger said it had the desired effect.

"Get out of here," Arnold said through clenched teeth.

Adam ran off. "Come on Kev, before dad changes his mind!"

Kevin hesitated, then ran after the tiger.

I gave Arnold time to calm down before speaking. "Should I worry about your brother holding that over Kevin's head? That's how your fathers gained control of Stefan."

Arnold shook his head. "Only if Kevin pisses Adam off, and he doesn't seem the kind capable of doing that. Adam loves his drivers too much to threaten to take it away. It's not like it's costing Adam anything. He does this so much it barely seems to tire him out anymore."

"Should I expect to have gained something from you then?"

"That wasn't the kind of sex we had."

I grinned, "Just checking. I'd want to know if I'd end up with your bad temper."

Arnold glared at me and I just smiled.

"I'm getting food. You coming, dad?"

"I am going to kill him for that one," Arnold growled.