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The Salesman

"Dammit, it's that asshole again." Daren couldn't hold back a groan as he watched that blue convertible trundle up the street through the window of his bedroom, chugging out smoke and waking up everyone in the neighbourhood. He had been woken up by the distinctive sound of its engine, the low purr that spoke of a well-built (but not expensive) car. Shooting up, he had looked frantically up and down the street, hoping, praying that it wasn't that idiot returning.

But it was.

"Fuck. Can't that bastard go somewhere else?" Daren threw his blanket off himself and sat up, scratching the tangled fur on his head. The room was sparse, a testament of the deplorable state of his bank account. A cot (he couldn't afford a bed) and several chairs stood around the room. A table bore a desk lamp with a broken bulb he had never bothered to replace and an aged, ancient computer which might have been in style maybe a decade ago. The screen was broken, with half of it a fuzzy blur of static whenever he booted it up, but you go to war with the army you have, so Daren tried to make do. He promised himself that once he found a job and received his first paycheck the first thing he would buy would be a new computer (and some food that didn't come in a can or a packet). But in order to achieve that aim he needed to find someone who would be willing to pay him for work.

So far, no luck on that count.

The ceiling fan swirled lazily overhead, not really doing its job beyond flinging dust around and teasingly letting you have a quick gust of cool air every so often. Where Daren lived, the weather was often humid and sweltering, the sun blazing down and cooking the land for miles around. Every now and then, there would be a heavy torrential rain that would soak the ground, turning the soil into a muddy swamp and the road into a treacherous slippery expanse. All that and thunder, lightning and gusts of wind that could blow a man over. But most of the time it was endless, blistering heat.

That was why Daren hated living here. Not because of the heat, you understand. It was because of the fact that all of his neighbours had air-conditioning and he didn't. The sight of the large cooling units on the roofs of their houses infuriated him to no end, especially when he looked at his own roof, conspicuously empty of any such luxuries. And of course they rubbed his face in it. Look at that poor jobless young man living down the street, son. What do we have on our roof that he doesn't?

An air conditioner dad.

Good boy. And you know people with air conditioners are better than those without. Therefore when you grow up and get your own house, my dear, make sure it has one. Because one day all of us people in air-conditioned houses will rule over those who only have fans.

Keep wishing, jerks.

And apart from all those arrogant looks and snide comments whispered behind his back , that guy in that hideous convertible had to make things worse. But that's what you get for living in a relatively classy district without a paying job. He had to have expected it.

Daren rubbed his muzzle as he stretched his legs and trotted for the toilet, yawning on the way. The sunlight shone in through the slits in the blinds, giving the room a cosy, lit feel. Dust motes trailed slowly through the air, and danced as Daren passed by, and he felt a slight urge to sneeze. Scratching his nose and holding his breath to keep it in, he flipped the switch for the light on his toilet, bathing it in a dim fluorescent glow. The toilet was relatively neat, as Daren tried to do for the rest of his house. The notion that the poorer members of society have messy houses is most definitely an incorrect stereotype, as he liked to attest. The tiles were polished to a reflective sheen, and all his toothbrushes and tubes of toothpaste were lined up next to each other beside the sink. A medicine cabinet with a mirror attached to the front stood above the white ceramic basin. It was empty, as Daren was proud of the fact that he never used drugs to keep himself healthy. Hell, nature already gives you everything you need to stay alive and well, so why use artificial chemicals?

A shower without a curtain stood in the corner. Daren had slipped a few weeks back and grabbed hold of it to stay his fall, ripping it off the rings. He hadn't the time (or money) to buy a replacement, so it remained empty. Nobody could see him naked anyway. After all, he lived alone. A ceramic toilet bowl sat in the other corner, surrounded by cleaning chemicals and utensils. Daren relieved himself in it before brushing his teeth (making sure to get all the areas) and washing his face. He then stepped into the shower, turning on the tap and soaking himself in lukewarm water. His house had a water heater, but using it meant paying for more electricity with money he did not have, so what was the point? Anyway, the blazing sun did the job for him, warming the water in the tank on his roof, although it was a different story at night, when the temperature dropped like the bass in some crazy dubstep song.

Finished with his morning duties, he pulled on a grey cotton shirt (three dollars at the local second hand shop. It was a bit tight, but it accentuated his muscles enough that girls ogled him on the street, so that made it all right) and a pair of ripped knee length denims. His mind was resigned to his daily routine, which mostly involved peering through the jobs section on the classifieds in the newspaper and circling potential ones with a marker, before calling them up, with that familiar feel of tension and wild hope in his belly that this employer might be somehow different.

But most of the time they simply asked him for his number, which he had to (with more than his fair share of embarrassment) give his home number (cell phones were too damn expensive, and his last one died a year ago, despite all attempts to save it. With the amount of use it saw, which is to say, none, it was probably glad to go) and wait a couple of days. Most didn't call back. Some did, and asked for a resume, which he would type out on his dying computer and hand in. And then a few days later they would call and apologise about how the position had already been taken up or that he didn't have the proper credentials. And then the whole process would start all over again. Rinse and repeat.

Daren sometimes entertained the thought that there was a global conspiracy among all the companies of the world, big or small, that did its best to stop him getting a job, for reasons he could not fathom, or maybe just for laughs. Not that he didn't try. The stacks of classifieds beside his telephone testified to that. Daren swore that, at this rate, if he didn't find a job by the end of the year he would up and join the army like his brother. At least you didn't require a degree to do that (just good health, respect for authority and a quick trigger finger).

As he descended down the stairs in his house he seriously wished that he had not dropped out of college. It seemed as though a high school diploma didn't count for much these days. He sighed as he strode into his living room, which was obsessively neat, like the rest of his house. As is true for any unemployed person out there, beyond job-searching there wasn't much else to do, so Daren spent his time cleaning up his house, rearranging the same books in the stack over and over again, brushing non-existent dust off the tables and (sadly unused) TV cabinet, vacuuming up non-existent dirt, wiping off non-existent stains. In fact, he got so good at it that he briefly considered being a house-husband to some rich woman, or maybe even a gigolo. That was always a possibility. With his sleek red fur and lean muscled body that befitted a fox, as well as his strong, well proportioned face, he would probably get snapped up by some rich woman who desired handsome company (or indeed, maybe even a man. One can hope.)

But he had shelved that idea along with the rest as being unrealistic (the fact that some of his ideas involved joining a circus troupe, and another being a mercenary in some third-world country spoke volumes about his state of mind at not being able to find a decent job) and had turned his attention back to the classifieds section in the papers. At least there, the possibilities were somewhat real.

Plopping himself down onto a wicker chair that stood beside the window, Daren allowed the warm rays of the sun to wash over him, soaking into his fur and making him feel relaxed and slightly drowsy, even though he had just woken up. The sky outside was bright and relatively cloudless, with only several medium sized puffs drifting along in the wide blue expanse. Flipping on the radio that stood on his coffee table, he listened to the news, some drivel about a plane crash and the CEO of some large company being caught in a dominatrix ring in a seedy hotel room. Daren grinned maliciously when he heard that. That very same company had rejected his application a month earlier. At least there was some justice in this world.

He idly brewed a cup of coffee from a packet he had picked up in a discount shop the day before. From what he could ascertain from the label it had been picked in some country in Africa that was currently suffering from a civil war. He hoped the proceeds didn't go to some tin-pot warlord who thought selling coffee was a good way to buy guns. That didn't do much for his conscience, but neither did the taste for his tongue when he took a sip. Hacking and trying not to gag, he spooned in a heap of sugar and stirred. There was no milk. His last carton had gone bad a while back, and Daren figured he could do without for a while. When the sugar dissolved, he tried again.

Still disgusting, although the sugar made it somewhat bearable.

Setting the cup down on the table, he fetched that day's newspaper and flipped to his favourite section. Scanning down the list of possibilities, he picked out a few and circled them, before cradling his phone in one hand and dialling in a number. Life, for him, carried on as usual.

He completely forgot about that blue convertible.

An hour or so later, he heard the doorbell ring. He groaned and dropped his marker and the page he was holding, as a sinking feeling roiled in his stomach.

"It's that guy again, isn't it? God be good, I'm on a roll here. Why now?" He had just managed to get a couple of companies to ask for a resume and a meeting, and he was damned if he was going to get up and get his lucky streak ruined. Jamming the handset of his phone to his ear, he tried to ignore the buzzer.

It wouldn't stop though. RING RING RING.

"Sonofabitch!" Daren threw the headset to the cushion beside him and rubbed his face with his hands, before getting up and making for the door. He might be lucky, it might just be some representative from a game show telling him that he had won some car or a million dollars in some lucky draw, even though he could never recall ever participating in one. Crossing his fingers behind his back, he undid the latch, hoping that he might get lucky, just this once.

Unfortunately, whatever that god presides over this universe saw fit to screw with the poor fox, just for the hell of it. Why not? He gives him lots of laughs, why shouldn't he? Ha ha ha, laugh on, mister deity. I'm going to have a lot of questions for you when I finally get to see you.

Including why you made this damnable badger standing in front of me in the first place, he thought.

Daren's eyes narrowed. "You again! I told you, I don't want to buy any! Go away!"

The badger laughed. "Nice to meet you too, sir."

Daren took in the man's appearance. He was dressed in a relatively expensive leather jacket and a pair of cargo pants and boots. His look spoke of someone who was not rich, but earned enough to keep himself comfortable, with occasion for a splurge on clothes every now and then. Compared to him, Daren's ripped denims and cotton shirt looked sadly tacky and cheap. His fur was a rich black and white, obviously conditioned and smooth. He smiled at him in a benign manner.

Daren scowled. "Go away or bad things will happen."

The badger seemed oblivious to the words, and the implied meaning behind them. Stretching out a hand, he gave him a winning smile and produced a business card out of nowhere.

"My name is Sadin, I'm a salesman for-"

"I know your name and who you work for. You told me the same thing the last dozen or so times you came here."

The badger sniffed indignantly. "Did not! I only came here-"

"Four times! In three days! And every single time I told you, no! I don't want to buy any!"

In truth, it wasn't the badger himself that Daren found annoying. He thought that he was actually rather cute, and couldn't help admiring his slim, fit body on occasion. Rather, it was what he sold.

Air conditioners.

As if the empty space on his roof wasn't reminder enough, now he had this idiot coming up to his house and asking him to buy some fancy-ass model with anti-bacterial filters and ion air cleansing units and other stupid features he couldn't pronounce. He did it for all the other houses down the street, claiming that the model he sold was much better than the ones they had, and insisting, like all salesmen are so good at, that they buy one. Daren couldn't recall anyone actually purchasing one from him, although it wasn't for his lack of effort. Sadin had come down every day for the past week. His boss probably thought that the people living in such a sweltering area had desperate need of a 'proper air conditioner'.

"Geez, cool down bro! Um, no pun intended. Anyway, could you at least just hear me out? At least so that my work ethic is satisfied?"

"No."

"Come on! I'll only take up a minute or so of your time. And for all you know, I might just change your mind." Sadin shifted nervously.

"Look at my house, buddy. Look at what I'm wearing. Does it seem to you like I can afford one of your overpriced machines? Maybe I will buy it, on credit. Then I can enjoy it for a month until your repo men come and take it back."

Sadin rubbed his hands together uneasily. "Actually, it's payment up front before installation. No credit allowed."

Daren pointed at him. "There you have it. Even less reason for me to buy those things. All you salesmen are the same. Only good at pestering people to buy stupid products they can't afford, and relentless in annoying you if you refuse. Now go away. The next time I'm gonna get violent." He slammed the door in his face, savouring the badger's startled yelp. The door rattled dangerously in its frame, and for a second Daren was afraid it might fall in. Then there was silence, and he took a breath.

The doorbell rang again.

"Right." Daren snatched up the shotgun that rested behind the door and hefted it. It was a fairly old model, given to him by his father. It was still pristine though, the metal glistening with oil and polished to a sheen. Daren ripped the door open in a fury.

Sadin was still standing there with a nervous smile was on his face. He held up a piece of paper.

"At least take a leaflet?"

That was the last straw. Sadin brought the stock of the gun to his shoulder and pointed it at Sadin. The look of shock on his face was priceless. His jaw dropped and his eyes grew as wide as saucers. The leaflet slipped from his suddenly nerveless hand.

In truth, Sadin was in no more danger of a face full of buckshot than he would have been in a tank. Daren didn't have any ammunition for the gun. He refused to spend his money on such a pointless waste when it could be put to better use, like paying the electricity bill. He mainly used it for shock value only, to ward off persistent vandals and salesmen like him. It certainly looked real though, and from Sadin's position he couldn't possibly know it wasn't loaded.

"I...You...Don't kill me!" Sadin's arms shot up into the air. He danced around comically, trying to avoid what he expected to be a large number of metal pellets travelling at supersonic speeds riddling him with holes. "Please! I haven't gotten laid yet!"

"Do I look like I care? Last warning. Go away. Now."

"But-"

The sound of Daren racking the shotgun, a satisfying click-clack, resolved any doubt that Sadin had in his mind about whether he should stay. Frantically gathering up the dropped leaflet, he shot away at such a speed that Daren thought it a miracle he didn't trip on something and fall. He briefly wondered if the badger had shit himself.

When Sadin was at a safe distance, he turned back and gazed reproachfully back at Daren, who smiled and waved the shotgun. Sadin scowled and turned away, brushing himself off. His big bushy tail swayed haughtily as he strode away. At the next house, he tried to turn back and give him the finger, until Daren pointed the gun at him again, which made him jump and give up any ideas of rude gestures.

When the badger was safely touting his wares to another of his neighbours, Daren sighed and dropped the shotgun back in its place, before shutting the door and letting the silence of the house envelope him. The look on his face had been especially satisfying.

"No way he's coming back again."

As Daren sat back on his wicker chair next to the phone, he noticed storm clouds gathering on the horizon.

The crack of thunder was deafening, and Daren had to clap his hands over his ears as it resounded throughout the house. It made his teeth rattle and his knees shake. The loud incessant pattering of the rain drops, large as golf balls, could be heard everywhere in the house. Daren had closed all the windows, so the noise was muffled somewhat, and the house had a cosy, warm feel to it. Occasionally, the room would be lit up from a flash of lightning, until Daren closed all the blinds and turned on some of his living room lights, bathing it in a warm golden glow. Here it was very separated from the tumultuous weather outside, and the patter soon became a drone that Daren found himself unconsciously ignoring. It made him feel slightly sleepy. There was no point continuing on with the calls; the reception was so bad due to the storm that all he could make out were garbled lines and beeps, so he decided to make a cup of hot chocolate and try to relax a bit. The house was now rather cold due to the rain and the buffeting winds howling outside. He retrieved a blanket from his bedroom and snuggled on the couch under it, cupping his chocolate with both hands and letting the steam roll over his face. Bizarrely, he found himself worrying for Sadin.

I hope he's found shelter or something. It can get dangerous out there.

Idly, he took a sip and savoured the feeling of warmth in his chest. He could feel his eyelids getting heavy, and he couldn't hold back a yawn as he felt himself drifting towards the warm arms of sleep.

The sound of the doorbell ringing could barely be heard over the peals of thunder, but whoever was ringing it was determined to be heard, from the frantic manner in which he pushed the button again and again. The tinkling sound drew him back from sleep and he sat up irritably, in the annoyed state everyone enters when they have just been woken up from a good nap.

Who the hell would come visit with the weather like this? Daren threw the blanket off himself and set the cup of now lukewarm chocolate on the table. It was a miracle how he had not managed to spill any on himself when he slept. Frowning, he gave himself a brief stretch as the sound of the doorbell grew even more frantic, making him slightly worried. He jogged towards the door and cracked it open slightly.

"Daren! Thank god! Let me in! The weather is crazy! I'm soaked, I need shelter!" The figure that stood before him was so battered and wet that it took Daren a moment to recognise Sadin . Behind him, the wind howled like a deranged animal on crack. Droplets of water hammered into the both of them, splashing all around and soaking their clothes. The badger was a sight for sore eyes. His clothes were completely and utterly soaked, sticking to his slim body like an overly attached girlfriend. His fur was plastered to him and was matted with rain. His boots and the bottom of his shorts were stained with mud, and he was shivering from the cold.

Daren, already annoyed from his rude awakening, was not further encouraged by the rain that he had been forced to let in, soaking him too. "Don't you have a car?"

Sadin wrung his hands. "I know! I tried to put the roof up and take shelter in it but the winds were too strong! I've never felt anything like it! The whole thing just...like..." He struggled to find words. "The whole fucking roof got ripped off!" He shouted in a strangled voice.

"That'll teach you for buying a convertible with one of those stupid plastic roofs. Buy a real car next time."

"Please! Let me in! I can't stay out here!"

"What about the other houses?"

Sadin shivered violently. "I tried, but they wouldn't even open their doors. You're the first one that even bothered to answer the bell."

Daren rolled his eyes. This was going to be a pain, he just knew it. But he couldn't in good conscience leave a man out in that storm. If it lasted until the night, when the temperature dropped drastically, the combination of freezing cold and heavy rain would do even the toughest man in. He briefly considered calling a cab for Sadin, then realised that there was no reception. Likely that was the case for Sadin's cell phone, and the phones of all the other houses as well. He sighed.

"All right, come in. Leave your boots outside. I don't want your muddy tracks all over my floor."

The relief on Sadin's face was palpable. "Oh, thank you, thank you! I'll never forget this." He reached down to untie his shoelaces.

Daren jabbed a finger in his face. "But make no mistake. You're here on my charity and just as easily you can be out there. So don't touch anything, don't even do anything unless I tell you to, got that? In this house, you're my bitch."

Sadin swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Sure, uh, no problem. I'll do as you say."

"Good, then we have an understanding." Daren held the door open as the poor badger stumbled inside, dripping wet, cold, and glad to finally have a roof over his head.

Outside, the storm roared on, unabated.

Daren had decided that this was a suitable occasion to turn on the heater, and after a few minutes the house was suitably warm and toasty (although Daren wasn't too happy about the expense he could ill afford. He hoped that he could get a key to heaven for this). Sadin had immediately rushed to the heating vent, still dripping, and tried to warm himself on it, while Daren had stripped off the clothes he was wearing and dumped it in the laundry basket. He was now dressed only in his boxer shorts, but he didn't care. This was his house, and he could do as he pleased, Sadin be damned.

When he returned though, he saw that Sadin had stripped off his soaking clothes and laid them before the vent, and was now frantically rubbing his hands together, trying to get warm. His clothes steamed from the hot air rushing from the vent. Sadin himself didn't care about his near nakedness, with his only article of clothing not soaked being a pair of briefs. His slim, lean and muscled body was revealed in all its glory, his tawny black and white fur rippling in the air. His arms were relatively muscular, and when he crouched in front of the vent Daren could see his firm butt standing starkly out through his briefs beneath his tail. His trim body spoke of his fitness, with well defined pectorals and abs. As Daren watched, he felt a strange longing in his loins. His member took the opportunity to take a peek out from its sheath, and he felt slightly breathless.

"Not the right moment here." Daren muttered to himself. Striding over to him, he tapped him on the shoulder.

"Do you want, um, some hot chocolate or soup or something? Don't ask for coffee. You'll regret it." The foul taste of it earlier was still fixed in his mind.

"Well, chocolate, I guess. Thanks. You know, for all this."

"Hmph." Daren turned away and made for the kitchen to put some water to boil. As he waited he could see Sadin pacing around, looking around the house. He hoped he didn't touch anything he wasn't supposed to.

"Hey...Is this the shotgun you pointed at me just now?" Sadin pointed at the gun, resting in its usual place behind the door. "It looks...dangerous."

"You don't say."

Sadin hefted the gun up into his arms. It was fairly heavy, and required a bit of effort on his part to prevent it from dropping. Daren flicked his tail irritably.

"Hey, that belonged to my dad. Don't drop it or you'll be in big trouble."

Sadin smiled sheepishly. "Uh...sure. I'll be careful." He pulled the slide of the shotgun with a clack and peered into the chamber. A confused look appeared on his face as he poked around in it.

"Daren...There aren't any shells in this. It's empty."

The water was boiling by then, so it took Daren a moment to respond as he poured the hot water into two cups and upended a packet of chocolate powder and sugar into both, stirring them and watching the liquid turn a rich brown. Finally, he answered. "Yeah, it's empty. I couldn't afford any ammunition for it so I just keep it there for shock value only. It's nothing more than a glorified club."

Sadin scowled. "You tricked me."

Daren shrugged and turned back to the cups. "I wanted you off my property. You were rather annoying."

Sadin did not respond. When Daren turned, he saw that the badger was staring at him with a look of fury on his face. The shotgun was clutched in his hands and his knuckles were tight around it.

"I can't believe you tricked me!"

"What else did you expect me to do?" Daren snapped irritably. "You wouldn't stop pestering me."

"I don't like being lied to." Sadin's voice was dangerously soft.

"Pot calling the kettle black if I ever heard it. You're a salesman, aren't you? Don't you do that on a daily basis?"

Sadin exploded with such fury that Daren was momentarily cowed. "What kind of person are you?! All I did was offer you a leaflet and you scared the crap out of me with an empty gun? Do you take pleasure in making people look like fools?"

The silence after Sadin's outburst was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. They stared at each other, Sadin seething, Daren slowly getting angry. He still held on to the shotgun. Finally, Daren snapped. "I don't. I wouldn't have had to do that if you weren't ringing my doorbell every five minutes and trying to get me to buy your damn air conditioner. Not to mention that you visited my house more often than anyone else on this street, because I don't own one while my neighbours do. You made me look like a fool in front of them!"

Sadin looked hurt. "That's not fair! How was I supposed to know that that was a point of contention between you and your neighbours?"

"I don't know, take a guess?"

Sadin let the gun drop onto the carpeted floor with a dull thud. "You know what? You're just some grouchy jobless man who takes pleasure in making people feel like idiots and scaring them away. No wonder nobody in this neighbourhood likes you. No wonder you can't find a damn job. You should be glad that people like me pay our taxes so that the government can support you with welfare!"

That was the final straw. Daren lunged at Sadin, closing the distance so quickly that he recoiled with a shriek. Sadin backed up against the wall, pressing his hands against it. He looked wildly from side to side for an escape route, but could find none, finally simply staring back at Daren's muzzle with his eyes downcast.

"You jerk. For your information, I don't take welfare." Daren jabbed a finger into Sadin's chest. "You should have gotten your facts straight before saying that. Now, I want you out."

Sadin looked up, horrified. "You can't send me out there!" The rain was still beating as heavily as ever, with no sign of letting up.

"I can and I will. Get dressed, and get out."

Sadin stared at Daren with a sudden expression of determination on his face. "I'm not afraid of you." His trembling body and furtive eyes spoke to the contrary, however.

Daren bared his fangs. "I could help you on your way with these." He pointed at his gleaming white teeth, and flashed them in Sadin's face, who squealed.

"I..." Suddenly, Daren noticed a bizarre expression appear on Sadin's face. It seemed like a mixture of determination and resolve, interposed with fear. Then, Daren felt a pair of hands seize him, closing around his upper arms and holding him in a vice-like grip.

It was Daren's turn to feel fear. Surely Sadin would not dare to attack him in his own home. They were evenly matched in terms of strength and size, but it would be a very violent battle with no clear winner. He braced himself for a blow.

His fear turned to confusion, however, when he felt a pair of lips come into contact with his. He jerked in surprise, but couldn't help but let himself be carried away by the sensations, with fire and lust running up and down his spine. God, when was the last time somebody had kissed him? Daren couldn't think, couldn't move, could only let himself savour the taste of the badger before him, running his lips over his, their tongues tangling around each other. Daren pressed himself against Sadin, his member poking out from his briefs and pressing against the badger's thigh. Daren could also feel Sadin's member, engorged with blood and sticking starkly into him. He must have been feeling the same way.

They held in that position for about a minute, their lips pressed against the other's, eyes closed with pleasure, feeling their throbbing members against each other. Finally, they broke apart. Daren was shaking with need but he stared angrily at the badger, who looked at him with a confused expression on his face.

"I...didn't..."

"I should kick you out for this." Daren trembled as he recalled the feeling.

Sadin shrugged. "You were already going to. I just figured...that you might need some love in your life, I guess. Maybe the reason you are like this is because you don't have many friends, and I thought..." He shrugged again. "Well, hoped, that I could be one."

"I..." For once, Daren was at a loss for words.

"You helped me. I won't forget that. I'm sorry if I pissed you off, maybe I was just overreacting about how you tricked me. But I didn't want to leave without some sort of reward for your kindness, so...there it is." Sadin sighed and made for his clothes, attempting to pick them up.

Daren reached out a hand and snagged on to Sadin's arm. "Wait..."

"For what? Don't you want me out?"

"Remember when I said that as long as you are in this house you're my bitch?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, you still are. And as my bitch I command you to kiss me again."

Sadin blushed under his fur. "Really?"

"Yes."

There was no need for any more words then. They both knew what to do, unconsciously. They let their bodies guide them, their lust for each other carry them along. Sadin leaned in close and Daren grabbed him, pushing their lips against each other. Sadin linked his arms behind Daren's back, and they tasted each other, feeling their tongues tangle and their hot breath flow against the other. Sadin ran his hands all over Daren's strong chest, feeling his taut muscles and his sleek fur running through his fingers, before pushing his hands down the elastic of Daren's boxers and squeezing his firm butt. Daren's tail wagged enthusiastically at the contact, slapping against his thighs. Sadin let out a moan as he felt Daren's hand run down between his legs and grope at his stiffening, throbbing member, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through his body and up his spine.

"That feels...good." Sadin's eyes were half closed with pleasure at the contact, as Daren continued massaging his engorged member. They brought their muzzles to each other and kissed again, more deeply this time, their hot breath flowing over the other. Daren was panting slightly from his need as they ran their hands all over their bodies, Sadin copping a feel of Daren's ass and Daren doing the same. They enjoyed the warmth of the other, oblivious to the raging storm outside. Daren's exhalations of breath rippled through Sadin's dark fur, warming him up and filling him with a sort of lustful frenzy he had never yet experienced before.

Suddenly, Daren scooped up Sadin, who giggled slightly, and carried him over to the couch, before throwing him down onto the cushions. Sadin laughed enthusiastically.

"Wait...Don't you have a bedroom?"

"No bed. Only a cot. It's not big enough for the both of us." Daren ran his hand down Sadin's chest, feeling his every heartbeat and each movement as he breathed, before slipping it into Sadin's briefs. Giving his throbbing member a final squeeze, which elected a yelp from the badger, he pulled it down and revealed Sadin's fully erect penis. It was fairly long and thick, and it throbbed with every beat of his heart. He inhaled the rich musk of the badger's scent, and nuzzled his muzzle between his thighs, letting his wet nosepad give the badger pleasure. Sadin shivered as he felt the moist area touch his groin, and a thin drop of pre oozed from the tip of his engorged member. He was now so aroused that every throb was fairly painful, and that was intensified when Daren suddenly took his whole length into his muzzle, sucking and licking. The wave of pleasure that followed from that was so intense that Sadin let out a passionate moan, his claws digging into the flesh of Daren's back.

They continued in this fashion for several minutes, Daren's head bobbing up and down as he repeatedly took Sadin's full length into his muzzle and sucked on it, and Sadin moaning and gasping as tingles of pleasure filled him. Daren used his tongue to great effect, swirling around Sadin's girth, teasing the sensitive flesh. Eventually, it got too intense for Sadin, who hastily pushed Daren off.

"Hey!"

"Couldn't hold on...Sorry. I was gonna cum, and I wanted to save it."

"Well, warn me first next time." The front of Daren's boxers was now soaked in pre, such was his arousal at the sounds of Sadin's gratification. He couldn't hold on for much longer. He wanted, no, needed to feel himself inside Sadin, to give the both of them the pleasure they so lustily seeked.

Sadin seemed to sense Daren's yearning. "Well, no sense wasting time." He muttered. Reaching out, he hooked his thumbs down onto the elastic of his partner's boxers and pulled them off him with a sharp yank, revealing Daren's glorious manhood. It was of average thickness, but was rather long, to the point that Sadin could feel saliva pooling in his mouth as he drooled. How was he going to take it all?

Sadin felt slightly nervous as he watched Daren's length. He had never had sex with anyone before, male or female, and he had certainly never been the submissive partner. How could his tail-hole take such a length on his first time?

His emotions must have showed on his face, because Daren cupped a hand around Sadin's muzzle and pulled him close, so that he could feel his hot breath washing over him as he spoke. His voice was soft, sweet and gentle, and Sadin began to feel reassured.

"I'll take it slow. And gentle. Tell me if it hurts."

"I will." Sadin gave a nod as Daren brought his length close to his tail-hole, rubbing it slowly up and down and around the rim. Daren could see the muscles pulsing as Sadin drew breath. His own member was now painfully erect and ached with each throb, screaming out for release. He continue teasing the poor badger, slowly testing the waters. He mischievously began penetrating Sadin's tail-hole slightly, laughing softly to himself whenever he drew a gasp from the badger's muzzle. After a bit of screwing around, he finally decided to do it for real. Slowly, he tried to push the tip of his member in. Sadin frantically gave a wave.

"Wait...Don't you need lube or something?"

"Who told you that?" Daren grinned.

"Um...Er...It's just something I saw when I watched some stuff on the 'net."

"Well." Daren muttered in a scholarly voice. "Since you were so kind to bring it up, as it turns out I do have some lube." He wiped some of his pre off the tip of his engorged member and spread it all over his length, until it was glistening and slick with cum. "There. Finished."

"You lazy bastard." Sadin giggled.

"Just saving time, is all." Daren brought his stiff penis back to Sadin's tail-hole, and slowly began pressing it in, careful to pay attention to him to see if he was causing any discomfort. The badger was unbelievably tight, and he was warm, so warm that it almost felt like an oven inside. His muscles closed in around his member in a vice-like grip, and with every heartbeat it tightened around him, sending a pulse of pleasure across his body.

"Ah...Wait a minute..." Sadin's eyes were screwed up tight and his teeth were bared as his anus tried to accept something of such length. It wasn't used to such treatment from anything.

Daren cupped a hand on Sadin's cheek and gently stroked him on his head. "Relax, mate. Just relax and let your muscles loosen. I'll do the rest."

"I'll...try." Sadin let out a whimper as his partner slowly worked his length up his tail-hole again. He felt waves of pleasure and tingling interspaced with discomfort and occasional pain. Daren's pulsing length stimulated his anal walls, and that gave him no end of sensation. He could feel the fox's member reaching up inside him. God, how long was it? It seemed to have no end!

Suddenly, Sadin was startled by the feeling of Daren's balls slapping against his thighs. "I got it in! Full length, mate!"

The badger felt a strange emotion fill him, and he laughed along with Daren. "I didn't know I could take it! This feels awesome!" He could feel a sensation of fullness and tightness as his muscles did it's best to hold in this long foreign object. It was a rather satisfying feeling, and it made him feel content, and more than a little sleepy.

"Now here comes the fun part." Daren grunted as he slowly pulled his length out from Sadin's tail-hole to about halfway, before pushing it back in, electing a yelp and a pant from the badger. He repeated the process, the both of them moaning and panting and releasing gasps of air as they tried to satisfy their carnal lust for each other. Daren pistoned in and out, his thighs slapping against his partner's, the sounds of their passion filling the room, interposed with cracks of thunder and the incessant patter of the rain. Daren cupped Sadin's face with one hand, and brought their lips together for another kiss, the sounds of their exertion muffled slightly as they tasted each other. When they seperated, Daren stared into Sadin's eyes, the both of them panting slowly, and gasping with every thrust. Their gaze spoke volumes of the connection, the deep bond that they shared that very day, right then and there.

Daren was the first to reach climax, a monstrous spasm of pleasure that shot right though his body, setting his nerves to tingling and his skin afire. He could feel his warm seed gush out inside his partner's tail-hole, and he let out a shout that was immediately followed by a crack of thunder. The feeling of Daren's warm seed gushing into his anus, as well as the full, satisfying feeling, was more than enough to set Sadin off the edge as well, letting out a massive moan as the sensations coursed through his body. He arched his back and gave one final push, ramming himself onto Daren's member. That action itself was enough to set the duo off again, and they both let out a scream of pleasure as they climaxed again together, Sadin near sobbing from the sensation of his relief. He fell backwards onto the sofa, and Daren flopped down on him, panting heavily with the exertion. They rested for a few minutes, Sadin lovingly twisting Daren's hair between his fingers. Before long, Daren was fast asleep, snoring softly on top of his partner, and Sadin could feel the lure of sleep grasping onto to him, pulling him down into the murky blackness of sleep and dreams.

A few minutes later, the rain stopped falling, and the sun came out to shine once more.

The next few weeks were a rush of activity. Sadin paid a lot more 'business excursions' to Daren's street, and they engaged in many more loving encounters, each more pleasurable than the last. They never forgot their first time though, of how it had happened and the events that had preceded it, and they oftentimes looked back and savoured the moment when they had first felt each other, as they did many more times from that day.

Sadin, however, was adamant that he would not have a jobless boyfriend, and despite Daren's best efforts, he was still as unlucky in finding one as the day he had dropped out of college. That went on until one day, Sadin showed up with a job application in his hand.

It was from the company he worked for, for the ubiquitous position of 'salesman'.

Sadin guaranteed that he was sure to get the job, and he promised to pull strings to make sure that his resume would be accepted. And without much choice, Daren played the part of the dutiful boyfriend and sent it in. He received a letter telling him that his application had been accepted a week later, and that he would start work the following day. Daren was grateful. At least he had a job, finally, after all the effort. He was determined not to lose this one.

After all, what's wrong with a job as a salesman?

25/1/2013 - 29/1/2013