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William looked into the depths of nothingness as he lay suspended in the air. There was no ground, no ceiling, no walls, just darkness. Bright red crimson blood seeped from a hole in his chest, but he couldn't really feel it at first. He tried to remember how he got here, into this dark nothing. He remembered being in an area that was just as dark and lifeless, or, was he just imagining it? Then he talked to the fox demon... or was it the other way around? He remembered that he was asking about James. Wait, was James asking about him instead?

The prince's mind swam; he couldn't think straight, he couldn't even move. All he could do was stare into the darkness.

He thought he could hear voices; James's, Lance's, Kahn's. They all sounded worried. Then they started shouting at each other. Wait a second, did one of them just say William's name? He wasn't sure, everything echoed around the darkness, but nothing presented itself clearly.

He felt something touch his arm, and someone's breathe on his ear as they whispered; "Just hold on a little bit longer..."

Part IX

(A Different Direction)

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William's eyes popped open. Instead of seeing more darkness like he expected, he saw a wooden ceiling, and a stained glass window to his left with daylight shining through in various colours. He turned his head to look at the window. It looked familiar. He turned his head to his left and saw the room that he was in and whose bed he was laying on; he was in James's cabin. How did he wind up here? Last thing he remembered was looking at the cloudless blue sky, and now he's in James's bed.

James was to his right as well. He was half on the bed, half sitting on the floor. His head was resting on the bed's surface, and William watched as his shoulders lifted and sank slowly. The wolf's hand was on William's stomach, and periodically his fingers would twitch or ear would flick; he must be having a dream. William smiled. It's been a while since last he's even seen James, and now here he was, not even five inches away.

He lifted his left arm and started to move it in the wolf's direction, but he didn't get very far before a sharp pain filled his chest and shoulder and stopped him. The pain was abrupt and shocking, making his entire body tense up. James must have felt him stiffen because the wolf jolted upright, fully awake and alert.

"Ouch!" William cringed and held his shoulder where the pain speared from. "Ah, that really hurts... what happened?"

But instead of answering, James fell on top of the prince in a tight embrace. "Oh thank gods you're finally awake!" He said, burring his muzzle into the crook of William's neck. "We were afraid you've finally given up."

William winced under the weight of the larger male on top of him, but bared through it for James's sake. He patted the wolf's back, giving him a rub. It was nice to be able to feel the wolf again after what felt like so long of going without him. From the time that William had first met James, it seems that he's seen almost all sides of the wolf. The friendly, the withdrawn, the aggressive, and the attentive. Looking back on it, it was almost like the wolf was still trying to decide who he was, and the whole ordeal with spirits, demons and gods must have the wolf's brain absolutely wrecked. It doesn't help that his old friend nearly died in the mix of it.

"James, what are you talking about?" William asked as the wolf lifted himself from the prince.

"Will, you were shot, you were in critical state for two weeks now. You're heart stopped beating five times, once for four and a half minutes! If it weren't for Lance, Kahn or I staying by your side twenty-four/seven, you probably wouldn't have made it through a single night." James explained, his hand on the boy's cheek.

"Shot? Shot by who?"

James looked a little irritated at that question. "One of the crew members," he sneered. "Apparently, he had gone mad from being in the demon's presents for too long. He pulled his gun and shot at the first person he saw."

"Oh... D-did you-?"

"Didn't have the chance. Kahn and Lance got to the poor bastard before I could... wasn't much left of him for me to anything." He said, then chuckled to himself. "I expected something like that from Kahn, but not from Lance. I haven't seen him get aggressive since I first met him. Good to know you've been making friends that care about you (other than me, of course)."

William just hummed in agreement, but was more focused on the wolf's eyes. They looked tired and dull, full of stress most likely caused from the long talks that he's had with the one they call 'Davy Jones'. If what Alistair had told him was true, and James and a powerful being were discussing the wolf's fate, than the conversations couldn't have been easy to comprehend or deal with. William could see now why he wanted to be left alone most of the time now.

"What?" James said with a smile, interrupting William's thoughts. "Why're you staring at me?"

"Sorry," He looked away. "I just missed seeing you, is all."

James's ear flicked and he looked down for a moment, looking a little guilty. "How're you feeling?"

William sighed. "Other than the fact that I was shot, then out for two weeks, pretty good. It only hurts when I move it, so I guess it could be worse."

"That's good," James said, leaning forward and kissing the prince on the forehead before he stood up. "Now get some rest, I some things to go and do."

~*~

"Where are we going, Lance?" Kahn asked as he followed the ring-tailed lemur down the street. They had made port after William was shot in order to find some medicine (and a doctor). They couldn't find a doctor, but they did find someone who wouldn't report a bunch of pirates to the authorities and would stitch the prince up for a decent price. "I thought we were supposed to go meet up with Dallas and Geoffrey?"

Lance waved him off. "Oh, don't worry 'bout them. They're big boys." He took the Dalmatian by the arm and dragged him around the corner of the street.

Kahn just sighed and let the lemur lead him on. They walked down a few more streets until Lance suddenly changed direction and headed down a random alley. The Dalmatian wasn't sure he liked the location, but he stayed quiet.

The alleyway wasn't that long. At first, Kahn thought that it was just a dead end, then, Lance tugged at a door that blended in with the walls surface. It took him a few good tried before he finally managed to open it. "How did you know that was there?" Kahn asked.

Lance glanced back behind his shoulder to the Dalmatian and smiled. "Greg and I used to live here before we joined up with Captain Black." He explained as he entered through the door. It was dark, so Kahn couldn't see past the doorframe. All he saw was the lemur's tail disappear into the darkness, and the orange tint of Lance's eyes when he looked back again.

Kahn shook his head as he made his way for the door. "This has 'trap' written all over it..." he mumbled to himself.

As soon as he entered, his nose was hit with the blunt, strong stench of age and dust. No one has set foot in this place for years, completely untouched. Eventually, Kahn's eyes adjusted and he was able to make out the faint outline of the lemur in front of him making his way up an old wooden staircase.

Kahn followed. As they ascended the stairs, he noticed that it started to get brighter, like there was light somewhere beyond the steps. When they reached the top, Lance froze for a moment. He stood in front of a curtain that lead into a room beyond. "You okay?" Kahn asked.

Lance nodded. "Yeah, just been a long time since I've been home." He said before clearing his throat and drawing the curtain back and revealing the room behind it.

Kahn stepped in after Lance and looked around. The room wasn't that big. A vanity with a broken mirror occupied the opposite wall from where they entered. To the left was cluttered with mostly old junk. Kahn remembered that Lance and his brother were known for pickpocketing back when they were kids, so the stuff that he was looking at was most likely their loot.

Lance had already made his way to the right side of the room where two mattresses lay together against the wall under a tarp. The lemur pulled the tarp off and stood on the mattresses as he reached to the ceiling. Looking up, Kahn noticed holes littering the surface, one particularly large one that was covered with an old, worn blue shirt.

The lemur pulled the shirt down and let the light illuminate the rest of the room. It didn't look like much to Kahn, but he could tell that it was having some kind of effect on Lance as he looked around, silently reminiscing. "Wow," he said as he bent down to pick up a small, golden ring with a red jewel in the middle on the floor and present it to Kahn. "I remember when we stole this. It's probably the most expensive thing that we stole."

"And you just left it laying on the floor?" Kahn asked, walking up and standing next to Lance as he examined the ring.

The lemur giggled. "We were kids, and boys, non-the-less! Neat and tidy wasn't in our dictionary."

He looked at the ring for a moment longer before he stuffed it into his pocket and, without warning, shoved Kahn in the chest as hard as he could. It wasn't enough to knock him off his feet, but the Dalmatian stumbled until he tripped on the edge of the mattress behind him and fell on top of it.

He tried to sit up, but was stopped as Lance jumped on his stomach, laughing all the while.

Kahn grumbled as he looked up to the lemur that sat on him. He had pinned the Dalmatians arm above his head. "Okayy," Kahn sighed. "You win, now let me up."

"Pff! Hell no!" Lance said, wriggling his rear until he slid down to rest on the Dalmatians crotch. "You think I just brought you up here to show you where I used to live? I brought you here because I have home advantage." He said with a coy grin.

Kahn rolled his eyes. "Are you seriously still trying to top me?"

Lance smiled as he let Kahn's arms go and sat up straight to take his shirt off and toss it off to the side. He slid his hands under the Dalmatian's shirt. "Maybe." He said as he pulled Kahn's shirt off from over his head. He could start to feel the swelling of Kahn's member from under his rear as he bent down and kissed the Dalmatian.

Kahn's hands roamed from Lance's sides, down to his thighs, where he gave them a good grip, making Lance jump slightly. From past 'play times,' Kahn had learned that the lemur was incredibly ticklish and found it rather adorable the way he would react.

Immediately, Lance slapped Kahn on the arm and pulled back. "How many times do I have to tell you not to do that!"

"And that's why you can't top me," Kahn said, sitting up and bumping his nose to the lemur's. "I know your weakness."

"Then you tell me yours!" Lance said as he stood up and began to take his pants off. He's own member was beginning to emerge from its fleshy home

"Yeah, right." Kahn said as he fumbled with his own trousers. As soon as he got them off, Lance had pinned the Dalmatian down again, only this time, he had positioned himself at Kahn's rear.

Lance grinned again. "We gonna go at my pace or yours?" he said smugly.

Lance was probably faster and more flexible than Kahn, but the Dalmatian was defiantly stronger. Using only his feet and legs, Kahn had twisted out of the lemurs hands and wrapped his legs around the back of his neck. He pulled Lance in until the lemur's face came in contact with Kahn's groin. "I think we'll go at my pace." He said with his hands behind his head.

Lance muffled something inaudible (mostly because he was talking right into Kahn's balls), before he wrapped his tail around Kahn's ankles; locking his legs in place as the lemur pushed himself up through the Dalmatians legs until he felt his tip proud Kahn's entrance. Kahn pulled his hand from behind his head, but Lance grabbed them and held them down. "Soooo, any last words?" Lance sang.

"Fuck yo-" he started but was cut off as Lance shoved his entire length into the Dalmatian's rear. "Ah! FUCK!!" He cried.

"Hurts, don't it?" Lance said, feeling Kahn tremble for a moment as he clenched around Lance's submerged member. "Wow Kahn, you're so tight... could this be your first time bottoming?" He taunted.

"S-shut up." He said through his teeth as tears started to form in the corner of his eyes.

Lance drew his hips back before he pushed back in slowly, repeating it a few more times. He figured he would go easy on the Dalmatian if this was his first time; he didn't want to hurt him, he just wanted to have a little fun. Lance wasn't exactly BIG, he was about average size, but even so, it was big enough to cause some damage if he wanted. Kahn usually topped because of his superior size and said that if Lance wanted to top, that he would have to do it by force. The lemur never really understood why, but he figured it was more fun this way, so he never complained.

Kahn made a few cute noises that Lance hadn't heard before. Eventually, Lance didn't have to hold the Dalmatian's arms down anymore; his hands were too occupied with gripping the life out of the bed sheets.

Instead, Lance brought his hands up to hold onto the Dalmatians lower back as he began to up his tempo. Kahn was finally started to loosen up, letting Lance slide in a bit deeper. The lemur could now feel his balls slap at the base of the Dalmatians tail after every thrust.

Kahn pressed his head back into the mattress as he exhaled. He bit his lip as he felt Lance pound his insides. Lance was right when he assumed that this was Kahn's first time bottoming, but that was mostly because Kahn wasn't sure he'd like it. Now that he's in this position, he didn't want the lemur to stop. It felt good, great actually, but he would never verbally admit to that.

And just when he thought things couldn't get better, he gasped when he felt his own member become enclosed in something warm and wet. When he looked down, Kahn saw that Lance had taken the Dalmatian into his muzzle, sucking and fucking him.

It was too much. Normally, Kahn could last much longer than this, but with Lance on his member and the new sensation of the lemur being inside him was too much to take, and he came in the lemur's muzzle.

Lance drank the Dalmatian's spunk greedily, the salty taste sending him over the edge as it brought him to climax. Lance hadn't topped in a long time, so he could help it; it just felt too good.

The lemur lifted his head as he finished in the Dalmatian, moaning in unison with Kahn. When the last squirt of his shaft had finally stopped, he collapsed on the Dalmatian's chest and nuzzled his fur. "That was fun," Lance panted. He wrapped his arms around Kahn's waist and closed his eyes, enjoying the afterglow. "Not such a bad thing to bottom, is it?"

"It wasn't THAT bad..." Kahn mumbled. "But don't think I'll be letting you do it again anytime soon!" he quickly added.

"LET me?" Lance repeated. "Oh please, I won that match fair and square." He said, lifting his head and grinning.

Kahn looked away from the lemur's beautiful orange eyes. He could feel a slight blush begin to burn his cheeks. "Y-yeah, whatever."

Lance giggled. "It's a good thing you're cute." He said, pushing himself up until he was able to kiss Kahn's neck before he rested his head back down on the Dalmatian's chest.

They laid there in brief silence, simply enjoying each other's company. Lance listened to the beating of Kahn's heart along with his slowed breathing. It was rhythm, music to his ears, in fact, he found himself starting to drift into a light slumber.

Kahn brought his arm's up to wrap around the lemur's thin frame as he too closed his eyes and began to drift into a light nap.

~*~

James closed the storage room door behind him when he stepped in. "Alright," he called into the darkness. "Let's get this over with!" At first, nothing happened. Then, two bright red eyes and a shiny, sharp toothed grin emerged from the darkness. "How long do I have?"

"Three days," the demon said, blinking a few times. "Consider it a prolonged payment."

"Whatever," James said, irritated.

"Hey, don't get mad at me, I told you the deal of the contract if you wanted to save that mortals life. He was supposed to die, now you have to take his place. One way or another, I get a soul."

The demon began to cackle. James turned around and left the room, but the demon's laugh just got louder and louder.