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"Colonel Stephens," the thin wolf gave his widest, slyest grin to the arctic fox, "do you know why I've brought you to my quarters today?"

The fox looked around the small room, quarters provided by the colony leader for the wolf's institution as the conductor of the army's marching band. There was a small piano positioned to the side of Conductor Milton, serving as his assistant composer, well, at least when the fox wasn't around for that job. The lights were dimmed though it was already night-time, the red walls and carpet casting a rosy reflected pattern across the walls and floor. The wood underneath his paws held firm - no creaking at all - a sign of a well-kept room, and he played with his paws a little before settling them still once again. The fox finally snapped his attention back to his superior, dressed formally in his fitted uniform and feathered cap. He could feel himself being lanced by those brilliant amethyst eyes.

"No, sir." He shifted slightly in his chair, the cushion was also red but had polished wood (tinted dark red) for the support.

The eyes looked down more intensely at the fox. "Well, Mikkail, you should get better at keeping your identity a secret." The wolf smirked as he pulled out a couple sheets of paper. Mikkail automatically and quickly scanned them as he was taught back at the facility.

The arctic fox stared blankly at the wolf as he realized what they were. "Are you sure these are mine?" he gasped. A long white tail swirled around the fox's colonel uniform. He stroked it with his dulled claws in anxiety, a nervous habit he'd developed as a kit.

"I'm quite sure of that, Mikkail. I caught you editing this when I came back from General Hruntings' office earlier today when I came to ask you of the band's progress and I'd have to say, I love what you've done with the baritone on Dilthor's anthem." He pointed out the swells Mikkail had added to the dynamics. "Needless to say, that isn't going to get you out of your charges for being a Dilthor spy."

"I'm certainly not a spy." He carefully enunciated the "not" part. "I just happen to like Dilthor's anthem and thought I could maybe improve it," the colonel retorted, hoping that the wolf wouldn't have any other hard evidence against him. He had to stop his tail and ears from flicking every which way and he could feel his hackles rising in a great fear that he would be found out, and so close to the war's start, as well.

"Well, you certainly didn't act like you cared much about Dilthor's demand for Castings to embark on war against its army."

"I'm a colonel. I have to remain calm to situations such as these, right?"

"Barely a colonel, but calm even through your eyes, eh? Where all truths reveal themselves?" The conductor cocked an eyebrow at the fox. "Well then, what do you make of these?" He held up two letters in his paws, both opened and addressed to a one Alabastre Finch.

Electricity ran through Mikkail. The fox's maw stared agape at the wolf, unable to speak

He'd been discovered. "H-how d-did you get those?"

"Don't worry. Nobody else knows of this, only I," the wolf reassured. He slid the letters back into the drawer, "but I want to know something. Why would Dilthor send a spy into music and not into the actual army? It's something that I've pondered since I caught you editing the anthem."

The arctic fox was ready to jump out of his seat and run, but he could see that the door was closed with a lock-bar and all windows were sealed and curtained. He was trapped.

"I-I don't know, s-sir," Mikkail stammered.

The conductor put up a gloved paw. "Don't call me 'sir' anymore, you're not loyal to me and I'm not your slave master; call me Terian."

"Yes, s-s- Terian," the fox gulped before he lowered his muzzle down to his chest and flattened his ears, saddened at the turn of events. It would only be a couple days before Dilthor took over Castings, or so Alabastre ruminated. Why did this have to happen now?

"Now don't lie to me. Why are you here," the wolf poked his desk, "and not there?" he pointed in the direction of Hruntings' office. "There has to be some reason you've been told to join the band and not the army. Is it because of conspicuity?" Terian put a paw up to his muzzle to mock-ponder the thought. "I'd think not. You're fairly good at hiding things from how late it's taken me to spot you."

Alabastre told Mikkail that it he didn't want the fox in any immediate danger were the arctic fox to be caught in action. Why Alabastre know Terian wouldn't do anything to the arctic fox was beyond him. He let the wolf continue in his ramblings.

"What, then?" The wolf stroked his chin fur before staring back down at Mikkail. "Is it because Alabastre doesn't want you getting hurt?"

"I-I don't know!" the arctic fox barked out. He shut his mouth after realizing that he gave the exact panicked response the wolf wanted.

Terian smirked. "You should have more confidence in that red fox. He knows what he's doing."

Mikkail tilted his head in canine confusion, flicking an ear up in a questioning gesture. "What? Does that mean you're also-?"

"No, no, nothing of the sort," he shrugged off the suspicion, "I am faithful to Castings, unlike him," the wolf grunted, making the feather in his hat bob slightly. "Alabastre and I shared some good times together, though."

"Why'd he leave?"

"It's ancient history over something really stupid in hindsight."

"Oh." Terian didn't seem to want to talk about what happened so the fox didn't press for any knowledge.

"Tell me, boy," the wolf looked up at the fox with a serious expression now, "has Alabastre ever asked of your experience here?"

Mikkail raised his muzzle and pondered the question. "Yes, he has. What's so important about it?"

"Did you talk about how I treat you or any of such about me in general?"

"No, I believe not."

"I'm sure Alabastre is just a little agitated about that. He always had some second purpose to anything he ever did or said. I learned how to read the signs for any underhanded thoughts because of him."

"For lying as well, then?" Mikkail was impressed. "You caught me back there."

"No, not for lying unless I know you're lying. I needed the evidence." He indicated the drawer of his desk.

"Oh," he looked down, somewhat guilty, again, of getting himself caught - by the kind wolf it made no difference than if he were caught by Hruntings. He looked up to catch the wolf's gaze lingering a little more than it should have but before he could say anything, Terian apologized for it.

"I'm sorry, you just look so brilliant, almost like Alabstre was years ago." He examined the white fox up and down, left and right just taking him in. He could see Mikkail shift in his seat in nervousness, the same way Alabastre used to. "But white instead of red."

"I-I do?" Mikkail had often imagined himself with Alabastre, even as a couple. He admired the red fox so. "I don't believe it. He's much more..." he trailed off before he could bring himself to comment on how much more attractive the red fox is compared to himself.

"I believe that you're about to comment on how nice he looks," Terian sniggered, "but I can see that I'm not the only one who's coming after him, now, from the way you have to control yourself."

The fox flushed bright pink as the wolf read his thoughts, exactly. "That shouldn't indicate anything," the fox sighed, "but you're right. I've gotten to that point in adoration."

Terian nodded. "I don't blame you. He just sort of has that way with everyone he knows shares his tastes. I've fallen prey before, too." He sighed. "I had hoped he wouldn't leave, but in the end..."

"I'm sorry," Mikkail offered.

"Nothing to worry about, boy, I'm sure you get your way around with him sometimes, too."

"Not at all. He hasn't made any attempt of doing anything with me," Mikkail said, "not even once. He hardly seems interested, but he definitely thinks I've got looks."

Terian's eyes popped out for a moment before he shook his head. "I'm surprised, you certainly are very attractive. It's a very sweet addition to your personality," Terian said. He examined the fox's body again, this time from down up.

Blushing, the fox retreated in his chair to make himself look more vulnerable. He brought his tail around his body. "Umm, thanks." Mikkail's face turned redder by the moments, his white fur unable to hide the flush. "You're really nice, too."

The wolf grinned. "You certainly wouldn't mind joining me in my quarters, would you?"

"Umm, I guess not," he could see what this was all leading to, "but why now?"

Terian considered the question. "There's not really a reason for me not to," the wolf smirked, "I have all the time I need for this right now and I'll get see my fox again in a couple days. If you want to look at it in a different way, I'm your... portal for getting to Alabastre."

Mikkail thought he could hear a slight twinge of pain as Terian said that, however. He himself felt jealousy for the wolf, who had apparently was in some sort of a mutual relationship with Alabastre before the red fox left Terian.

"I've also got all the leverage through threat I need for you to not resist." Before Mikkail could complain about Terian's hypocrisy, the wolf continued talking. "Don't tell me you haven't wanted this with me for a while, either. I've caught you checking." The fox blushed. "Hehe, well don't worry boy, maybe you can join me... and Alabastre... when we get back together. I would sure like that." There was a lot of hesitation in the wolf's speech.

The fox tried to shake it off. "D-do you have any... more than private offices f-for use, then, sir?"

The wolf growled. "I told you not to call me that anymore, boy, and yes I do." He rose out of his chair, pushing on a section of the wall and sliding it back and to the side. He flicked an ear with his face's contortion as it screeched into the real wall. It revealed a room similar to the main room but instead had one bed on it and a simple nightstand against the far wall.

"Why do you even have this here?" Mikkail asked, incredulous of the secret installation to the conductor's room.

"Sometimes when I get the flow for a really good song, I'm at the old piano in there," he pointed back to the previous office, "and I don't normally come out for a really long time. It's better just to sleep here rather than head home."

Makes sense, Mikkail thought, he is one of the world's greatest composers, after all. Makes me wonder why he i_s _even in the military.

"So, just go ahead and I'll get the wine. Do you have a preference?"

The fox shook his head. "I don't really drink." He stepped into the attached room and got onto the bed.

"Shame, well I'll start you on something light." The conductor disappeared for a moment. "But don't start without me," he added hastily from the other room.

Really, the fox was in too much of a rush to get himself even a bit aroused. I've just been found out, but did Alabastre really expect something like this to happen? Glass clinked just outside the room. I wonder how well Terian knew Alabastre in the first place. Mikkail sighed just as the wolf walked into the room.

"Here's something I hope you'll like. I got something light for us to share." He handed Mikkail one of the glasses, receiving a small thank-you in return. "So how old are you exactly? You're papers had to have been fake when you applied for this squadron. I don't remember them so well anymore." He drank as they conversed, seeming dissatisfied with the light wine.

"Oh, I'm nineteen. Not too young, I hope?" at least he could be proud in being so young a spy. "What about you?"

"Four years your senior. How did you get to be a spy so young? Surely it wasn't all for your looks. Alabastre would know that looks aren't everything to me."

The fox bit back a growl at the wolf's talk of Alabastre. He'd had enough. "Really, how can you assume so much about him? The time you spent with him had to be brief at best."

Terian cocked an eyebrow the second time that night. "I did really know the old fox."

"What was your connection to him, then? That doesn't tell me anything about how-"

The wolf put a paw to the fox's muzzle, requesting silence. Mikkail obliged though he was still fuming in envy of Terian. "This isn't his night, it's ours. Now just shut up and finish your wine."

He moved his paws, well trained in moving along keys and strings of various instruments (possibly even from undoing Alabastre's so long ago), to the buttons of the spy's clothing. He undid them quickly as the fox took small sips of his wine, nearly spitting it out in its vileness. Mikkail risked larger intakes and before long his nose began to sting from the alcohol. He set down the empty glass to the nightstand and let the top of his uniform be lifted off of his body, feeling warmth envelop his innards and spark his arousal. The coat was soon followed by his shirt he wore inside the uniform. He let himself be held by the conductor, letting those gloved, wolven paws run through his fur and down to his slacks.

"I hardly feel like being the only one to still be clothed by the end of tonight." He gestured at himself, bringing himself away from the arctic fox. Mikkail whined from the loss of the wolf's touch. "Get to it!"

The fox didn't need any more encouragement than that. He lifted himself to his knees and bent himself forward. He first fumbled through the buttons, grace less noticed, and brought the jacket off of the wolf. He lifted the wolf's shirt off of the slim body afterwards. He looked at the body with a sort of hunger (though really it's nearly just bones, Mikkail thought) hormones running higher than they normally did due to being pent up for so long. Maybe the alcohol had some effect as well. You're not the only one who hasn't done this in a while.

Shirts off, next came the slacks and hats, though Mikkail left Terian's white-leather gloves on. They contrasted heavily with Terian's dark fur, but the fox thought they looked rather cute on the wolf's paws. His own ungloved paws came up to the conductor's sheath and rubbed it while the conductor managed to get the rest of the spy's clothing off. The fox didn't normally wear any gloves in addition to his regular uniform.

Whatever the case, both canids were hard soon and fast and the intoxicating smell of arousal filled the air and both nostrils. Mikkail pushed the wolf down onto his back into the crimson sheets. Walking, gloved paws travelled up the length of the fox's arms to the shoulders. He pulled the fox in closer and lifted his own rump, keeping his bushy tail against the bed, inviting the fox into his depths. He stared into the fox's orange eyes with his purple ones. Both saw the need in each other's expressions.

The fox took no time bringing himself down closer to the wolf and running his length through the fur before bringing it down to the entrance, though not quite entering yet. He leaned in and gave a light peck to the wolf's cheek. Terian shifted one of his paws to the fox's head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Mikkail ran his paws around Terian's body, feeling every this way and that, finding himself more intimate and attached to the conductor. He broke off after a long while, panting and making sure to bring some air into his lungs.

"Are you ready, Conductor?" He wagged his tail in excitement, encouraging the wolf underneath to do the same.

Terian sighed, annoyed at Mikkail's use of formality. "Well, I haven't said anything about that specific title, but whatever. Do as you please, but please go slowly. It's been such a long time for me."

"Okay," he panted. He felt a guiding paw on his shaft, the white leather from the gloves warm from their contact with the bodies meshed together. The tapered end of the fox's cock reached the entrance of the wolf, poking under the tail. He could hear the wolf grunt as he sunk in, sliding his length further and further before he'd gotten himself to the hilt. It was clear from the tightness that it really had been a while since the wolf last had someone up there, but it still stretched easily like any experienced tail-raiser's would.

"Urf, don't hold back now, boy," the wolf groaned as the fox started to pump in and out at a pace, easily a moderato with a slow accelerando. The moans grew louder between the two canines as their passionate lovemaking continued. Mikkail only panted.

Such a symphony, Terian can make with just his voice. No wonder he's such a great musician. Maybe a couple of his own accents in the rhythm here and there wouldn't hurt, would it?

"Boy, you are really talented with that thing," the wolf moaned in answer to his sharp stabs. In the midst of the heated passion, he grabbed the back of Mikkail's head and brought that muzzle to his own, meshing them together as they rocked on the bed. The fox hummed into Terian's muzzle, though purposely or not the wolf couldn't tell. "Might have to compose one for y-you hen we're-- ah! - done here. Snow Fox... sounds good, doesn't it, boy?"

"Ha... Yes, it does," but the fox wasn't really thinking about making all the moves work in time anymore. He just pounded away at the wolf's tight rear. It wasn't before long that the fox began feel the tension rising in his gut. "I'm getting... close."

"Me too, boy, me too," the wolf panted. He pulled the fox closer to his body, ears flicking and tail wagging against the sheets. "Tie if you'd like to. I won't mind."

"O-okay," the bulge of his knot had already swollen greatly. Thrusting hard, he managed to get the knot past the ring of Terian's tail hole. Terian moaned more loudly from that particular thrust. He gasped as he filled the wolf, feeling something splash against his stomach at the same time he came to his high. He moaned one last time before collapsing on the wolf.

On the bed, they lay facing each other on top of the covers, the arctic fox's eyes already half-lidded from the intimacy he and Terian shared just momentarily. Oh fox, that was amazing.

"Tired?" Terian licked Mikkail's muzzle. "But I think you've got some questions you want to ask me. What's your tie time?"

"About fifteen minutes, I think. I'm sort of slow with that," he responded though somewhat dazed.

"Not bad. We've got some time to talk then."

"Were you serious about composing something about me?

"I wouldn't let anyone as cute as you leave this world as an unsung hero or unsung martyr. You deserve a lot more worth than that. I'm sure Alabastre would agree."

There again. The red fox managed to make his way into the conversation. It was uncomfortable feeling Alabastre's ghostly form floating on by them. "How do you know Alabastre so well?"

"If you'd believe me," he eyed Mikkail longingly, as though searching for something else in his eyes, "he and I were... are mated. Well, I don't know what he thinks anymore, but I still find him my mate. I still have his ring," he pulled off the right glove and exposed the diamond ring, "and the collar." He lifted up a bit of the longer fur on his neck. The twisted pattern of the leather collar seemed to eye the arctic fox devilishly. "Alabastre's" in fanciful cursive was inscribed onto the collar.

"Well, I guess that's proof enough. But I've never seen Alabastre wear anything reciprocal to the sort."

"Probably still does if I know him well enough, and I should, I mean what kind of a mate would I be if I don't understand him?" he snorted but looked pained with his own answer.

"Does this have much to do with when he left you?"

The wolf growled, "Sorry, that's still a rather touchy topic. I'd rather avoid talking about that whenever I can. The pain still hasn't past even though I've forgiven him."

"Oh," he stared awkwardly around the red room before his eyes fell on the piano in the main room. He flicked an ear. "Why did you decide to join the military?"

"Conscripted. I'm only twenty-three, you know. They took me right before I aged so I just made the age cut. Unfortunately that was also just a few days after..." he shook his head. "Yeah."

"You were conscripted to the band." Mikkail didn't quite believe that, but he had no evidence about anything at that point. He made a note to ask Alabastre about it later.

"Doesn't look like I'm better for much else, am I? Does it look like I can hold a gun?"

"True." The fox yawned. Something about that seemed off, however, to Mikkail. It mattered not anymore, since he could just ask about that once the war ended. "Well I'm tired and my life is now in your paws. Can I have one last peaceful moment before I die?"

Terian gave a short bark of laughter, eyes softening. "You remind me so much of him."

Mikkail shrugged, bringing himself down and settling against the dark-furred wolf. Their fur colors contrasted greatly. Maybe all this red is just a thing to keep him reminded of his fox.

The wolf soon found himself listening to the slow breaths of Mikkail as he drifted off into a slumber. He found that the knot had become noticeably smaller, so he wiggled himself off of it, eliciting an unconscious moan from the fox, and cuddled into the fox's grip, to the rise and fall of the fox's chest. "Largo, but not somber. I wonder how this song will end for you, Mikkail. However it goes, I hope it doesn't turn morose."

Terian looked all around at the red he'd accumulated over the years, trying to get the colors exactly right, to remind himself of his older red fox. "Only two more days, Alabastre, then we'll finally be together again. I hope Hruntings just doesn't get mad about me joining just to hunt clues to find you."

He held the locket attached to his collar, a keepsake he hadn't shown Mikkail. He opened the wooden frame to reveal a picture of Alabastre and Terian at their wedding. The two canids in suits made Terian think to a different world, a different life he felt was alien and unfamiliar. He smiled to himself, replacing Alabastre's scent in him memory with the sleeping fox under him.

Whatever the case, the less that lion knows, the better. He gave one last lick to the arctic fox before closing his amethyst eyes. Welcome to our family, Mikkail.