Tails from the Fastlane, Ch. 6
((I've been away for a long time now, I know. This chapter is long overdue, and I just pulled it out of a magic hat since I had a sudden surge of inspiration earlier tonight. And WARNING!!! The following story contains gay sex, Russians, and cocaine. If you're easily offended by offensive things that offend easily offended people, DON'T READ THIS! It'll offend you. That being said, I do not condone any of the incredibly stupid shit some of the characters may do in this story. It's fiction, people. And reading the previous five chapters might help give some insight to what's goin' on. Just a thought. ;) ))
Tails from the Fastlane, Chapter Six
By Buster Williamson
Waves of rain beat down upon a creaky, black Camaro as it pulled to a stop in the driveway of a small blue house, the brakes squealing at an ear shattering decibel. Troy cringed and turned the ignition off, stepping out of the car and into the storm. The bat hurriedly made his way to the door and gently turned the knob, pushing it open and peeking his head inside. Michael's father snored in a deep slumber on the couch as an old sappy romance soap played on a static plagued television. Figuring it was safe, he quietly walked in and shut the door behind, walking softly towards Michael's room and hoping he wasn't getting the carpet wet.
"Hey, Mike... You in there?"
The door swung open. There stood his beloved gecko dressed only in a pair of black boxers, his upper body faintly glimmering with beads of sweat. "Hey babe..." Michael forced a smile and took the bat's hand, inviting him in and shutting the door behind.
Troy sighed and wrapped his arms around his lover, nuzzling into his shoulder. "Shit's been crazy since last weekend, huh?"
Michael simply nodded and patted him on the back. "Yeah... I can't believe Skyler's gone."
The bat pulled back and tilted his head, caressing a slender index finger beneath the reptile's chin. "We're just going to have to get used to him being a big shot now. When he comes back around, we'll make sure he won't forget us." He chuckled playfully, planting a kiss on the gecko's cheek and sitting down on the nearby neatly made bed.
"Heh..." Michael sat down next to him. "I don't think we have a choice. His new management position for Kawa Tzu is his life now."
Troy put an arm around him and pulled him closely, frowning. "Let's just not worry about it... And don't think I forgot what day it is." The bat dug into his pocket for a moment.
"Close your eyes and hold out your left hand, Mike..."
The gecko smiled and obliged. A moment later, he felt something smooth and cold slide around his finger. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the shining golden ring around his ring finger. Michael's heart nearly turned a somersault. "Whoa, that's a--"
"Engagement ring. Someday, maybe... Will you?" Troy asked, eyes wide and begging.
Michael pulled the bat into a deep kiss, locking their soft lips together as their tongues met, each one suckling back and forth. The two leaned back on the bed, Troy crawling on top of his gecko and grasping his shoulders.
"Mmn..." They pulled apart for a moment. "Troy, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me... and I wouldn't have it any other way. Together forever?"
The bat nodded. "Yes... For once, we can make things perfect."
The two lovers began making out again, careless to the world around them. They felt as if they were underwater, deep below a cool lake as they looked through each other's eyes, finding immediately that glint of oath that they made as they exchanged wet, passionate kisses. Troy felt fingertips at his waist as Michael began unfastening his pants. He reached down and returned the favor for his lover, tugging down his boxers. Pressing their bodies together, the two lovers' delicate members began pulsing against each other, growing with each movement they made together. Their feelings for each other folded out before them as they were soon immersed in their own little world...
Michael felt a warm gush of pre against his hard male hood, looking down and noticing both their members were fully erect sliding gently against one another.
The bat grinned as his soft, orange fur brushed over the smooth scales of his lover. He carefully maneuvered himself into a sixty nine position, his pink cock hovering inches away from the gecko's muzzle. He took the throbbing green cock before him into his moist mouth, letting his tongue circle around the masculine length. Michael parted his lips and brought the cock above him into his maw as easily as he'd brought Troy into his room, immediately letting the tip slide down his throat.
They began working their heads up and down on each other's members, rhythmic sounds of suckling and slurping filling the room. Their scents flooded their nostrils, initiating a burst of hormones between them and opening up their animal-like characteristics to the erotic session at hand.
Troy let out a feral chirp from around the thick meat stuffing his muzzle, sending vibrations throughout the gecko's entire lower body. Michael trembled at the intense sensation, trying his best to focus on pleasuring his tensing lover. He began massaging the bat's fuzzy ball sack in his palms, making a circular motion in his pattern. The two could feel their leg muscles tightening up, which could only mean one thing...
Michael's hips jerked upwards as a sudden burst of thick, hot reptile cum flooded into the bat's muzzle. He moaned loudly, taking his mouth off Troy's cock and pawing it off, unable to get a sufficient amount of air during such a climax. His juices shot into Troy's wet mouth several times before the bat began cumming himself, blowing wads of white seed over the gecko's scaly face below. They both moaned and came until their orgasms calmed into smooth flowing streams, the thick smell of their sperm surrounding them.
Troy licked the last bit of gecko spooge from his lips and fell to his side with a gasp. "Goddamn... I-I really love you..."
Michael looked over and grinned. "I love you back, babe. I never thought I'd say that to another dude... but you've proven to be one of a kind."
They smiled and crawled beneath the covers, cuddling and cradling each other to sleep in an inseparable embrace.
A speeding luxury sedan blew past a large puddle on the side of a soaked back road, spraying a stop sign with water and mud. In the back, Adrik killed off the remnants of a vodka bottle, seated between two of his cousins who'd been visiting from Russia, Vlad and Andrei. Tamara was at the wheel, the only female and the only sober person in the car. She pressed her foot harder against the gas pedal, ignoring the rain as the engine revved past ninety miles per hour on the slick road.
The car full of raccoons was becoming a more and more cheery place on the inside. Adrik drunkenly grinned at the Karelian techno bumping from the speakers behind him, shaking the entire frame of the car. He didn't know what was going on, nor did he care.
"Thanks for taking me out, guys and girl!"
Andrei laughed, looking down to his younger cousin. "'Tis no problem, little comrade. We had no idea you'd gotten so crazy! Just like us!" The male spoke with a deep voice and thick eastern European accent, which made him all the more exotic.
The brakes screeched as the car suddenly turned sideways and began sliding along the road. Tamara unleashed a psychotic laugh as she maneuvered the car, like a true stunt woman, to a smooth halt on the side of the road. Laughter rang out from behind her as the other raccoons got their thrill, which made her smile with a sense of accomplishment.
Vlad, the tallest of the bunch, fell back against the seat as his fit of laughter calmed down. "You never cease to amaze me, Tamara!"
"I know," she said, though she didn't speak very often.
"You know, Adrik," said Andrei as he rested a hand on his cousin's shoulder, "I think you're mature enough to decide whether or not you wish to join the Solsetskaya..."
Adrik nearly leapt out of his seat. "Whoa! You really mean it!? To be a real member of the highest branch of the Russian Mafia?"
Vlad chuckled and glanced down to him. "Yes... But it's not public information, just remember that. And you'll have to put some serious work in."
"...And get the honorary tattoo," added Andrei.
The young raccoon, in all of his excitement and arrogance, was overwhelmed. He agreed to their terms without question in a drunken haze.
Vlad snapped his fingers. "Tamara, we need to set up our ink parlor. Take us back to the hotel."
She nodded and got the car back on the road, driving steadily as not to attract anymore attention.
Andrei reached into the breast pocket of his crimson button up shirt, identical to the one Vlad wore, and tossed a small bag of white powder into Adrik's lap. "This'll get you good and numb so you won't feel any pain when we start the ink works..."
The young raccoon sniffed the bag curiously, then opened it and dumped some into his palm.
Vlad rolled his eyes. "You're kidding... Look, snort as hard as you can. It might feel like your nose is on fire, but pay no mind. Just get it up there and swallow..."
Adrik pressed his nose into the pile of coke in his palm, inhaling the substance with all his might. He cleared the powder from his hand, and wanted to scream at first from the immense pain that suddenly shot through his nasal cavities. "Fuck! Ouch, ouch, fuck!" he yelled.
Vlad broke out laughing again. Andrei ruffled the coon's hair and chuckled. "Most people start out doing lines, but I guess that works just as good as any..."
Adrik almost immediately felt an amazing rush overcome his body. He could feel his delicate mortal flesh harden and become bullet proof, his mind rising above normal conscience as he suddenly felt on top of things. "Oh... oh, holy shit! It's like..." he thought for a moment as the intense sensations consumed him. "I am... I am a god amongst the ruins of this piece of shit they call Earth... I'm so fuckin' ready! For anything! Let's go do something!"
His cousins were howling in laughter now. Whether he was on a path of destruction or a route to world domination, Adrik couldn't rightfully tell. Not that it mattered anymore... He was about to become a Solsetskaya.
Preston had barely spoken to Adrik since his cousins had been in town. It worried him to some extent, but he knew that he'd be strong and come through in the end. What they had was too special to waste.
The jackal sighed, turning his television off and glancing over to the phone. Should he call his love just to make sure he was okay? The alarm clock's bright LED read eleven-thirty in the evening.
"Ah, fuck it... He'll be alright."
((That was a hell of a lot harder to do than you think, I've been running on zero spare time lately, and when I do get spare time I'm too tired or busy with my recording to write. So, this may have been a spur of the moment piece of shit, and if it is, I need to know! Hell, if it isn't, I need to know that too! Drop me a line at [email protected] and tell me what you think.))