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On this sunny afternoon, two canines stood in front of the door of the shitty mini-golf park just off of Route 20. Both their hands tucked into the pockets of their black suits and only the Doberman wore a matching fedora between his big ears. The taller German Shepherd had a smile on his face that glinted like a straight razor and his partner held his usual cold look as he opened the glass door.

"Thank you kindly, sir." Flicking his cigarette away, the German Shepherd walked in through the door, followed by the Doberman.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I got the feeling you could." The Shepherd said to the man at the white counter as his partner behind him flipped the OPEN sign over.

"You- You're with them, aren't you? Look I don't know anything!"

"Welp, he doesn't know anything. Jackson, you want to get a cheeseburger?"

"I could go for one, Ozzy, but not where you go. They're always shitty."

"Shitty? McCormac's? Friend, could you settle a problem for us. He just doesn't like the local burger joints."

"I- what?" Confused, the clerk looked to the Doberman statue standing in the corner.

"Eyes over here." Ozzy snapped his fingers a few times. "Eyes. Right. Fucking. Here. So, I have to ask you what's the best burger joint in town?"

"I don't know!"

"Jesus fucking Mary in front of Joseph. You don't know anything, do you?"

"He said he didn't at the start," Jackson produced a cigarette. "Maybe he's lying."

"You lying to me, friend?"

"No!"

"Good, God Damn It! Liars make me angry. Wanna know how angry? Tell him Jackson."

"Last one's still in a coma."

"In a fucking coma, Friend. I just get so mad and I see red everywhere. On my suit and on my shoes and on the walls and on my face." Ozzy slid his ass up on the counter tapping his claws on it. "No, I just can't shake the feeling you're lying. You're sweating like..."

"Like the coma guy?"

"Exactly like that fucker," Ozzy reached into his suit and pulled out a silenced pistol. "I'm just going to chalk that up to being nervous. You mind giving me that napkin, I think there's some grease on this gun."

"Please don't kill me."

"McCormac burger grease."

"Funny, Jackson. Real funny. So, you know why we're here, Friend? Shit, I forgot you don't know anything. Sorry about that. See, we are looking for someone who laundered money for our associates and then took it. Horrible crime."

"Heinous."

"Then we're going to shoot him in the fucking head. Just, BANG BANG BANG."

"Oh, Christ! It was my son- Please! - he's young and doesn't know any better."

"Shit... hold on."

"Well, someone needs shot in the head, Jackson. We can't have people stealing money, that's bad business."

Jackson held up a finger as he put the cellphone next to his ear. "Yeah, it was his kid. Yeah. Mmhmm. What'd he buy with it?"

"A car."

"A car. Yeah. Put the gun down, Ozzy. Mr. Dallas, we'll eat the difference this time. Someone will arrange a payment plan and a job for your son."

"Oh, thank you!"

Ozzy slipped the gun back into his suit and both men walked outside. "Is there even a McCormac's in this town?" Jackson asked.

"Beats the fuck out of me. They're everywhere though."

"Yeah."

"That guy was about to shit his pants and seriously, I want to know where that damn grease came from."

"McCormac's."

Both men opened the doors of the silver sedan and slid into the leather seats. The whole car looked so clean Ozzy couldn't help but place his crossed legs up on the dash, his the black leather shoes glinting in the sunlight. He knew it'd piss off Jackson, but that was the reason he did it in the first place.

They had gotten to know each other pretty well over the past two weeks (as well as two people in their particular business could be), and the truth was the Shepherd had grown to like the big Doberman. They worked with one another like they shared the same thoughts and deep down they both loved to play with each other. At least, that's what Ozzy thought.

Instead of getting out in silence and going into his motel room, he looked over to Jackson. "Hey, since you're over on that side and I'm right here, I was thinking maybe you could come by later?"

Jackson stared at him for a moment. "Ozzy, I'm not the type to fuck around after a job."

"'Course not." The door handled clanked and Ozzy stepped out shutting it behind him. The car rolled off and he walked into his motel room. Small, and surprisingly clean. The bed's comforter was a thin green blanket, but he had fur so that didn't bother him. The large TV in front of it meant he'd get a good chance to jerk off after a hard week of work. He grinned at the thought and jumped into the shower.

***

It was about ten o'clock when he finally rolled onto the bed. There hadn't been a single knock at the door, no phone calls. It was safe to assume Jackson had no intention of visiting. "What a prick." Ozzy commented and started fiddling with the remote until the pay-per-view guide popped up. Surfing down the list, he came to the first bi-sexual porno, frowned when he recognized the name, and flipped through a few more before making a selection.

God damn porn dialog was the worst. He smashed the fast forward button and played it as soon as he saw the first bit of naked flesh. The beefy canine fucked the bitch hard, leaving her moaning and screaming.

"What the hell's going on?" A second canine with a ring around the finger of his left paw pointed at them.

"Honey, it's not what it looks like."

"I'll show you what it looks like."

Ozzy stroked the crotch of his boxers as he watched. The canine husband tore open his pants and started grinding against the ass of the other.

"Gonna fuck my wife? Well, I'll fuck your ass!"

Thud-thud-thud, the knocking startled him and he turned off the TV. Standing up, he tucked his cock into the hem of his boxers and threw on a shirt to hide the head poking out. He shoved a cigarette in his maw and opened the door.

Jackson, still in his suit, held up a half-drank bottle of vodka and swirled the clear liquid.

"You happen to have a lighter? I knocked mine behind the bed a little while ago."

He fumbled around his pockets until he found the lighter and lit the cigarette for him. Even though he looked as clear-headed as ever, Jackson wasn't his usual precise self and it explained where the vodka went. Ozzy puffed it a few times and motioned with his head for Jackson to go in.

"Your room is nicer than mine," he muttered setting the bottle down on a small circular table next to a plastic ashtray.

"What can I say, I'm lucky."

"Huh," Jackson scooped up his remote and turned on the T.V.

"Wait, shit-"

"Mm, yeah fuck my ass," the two males grunted together in a scene. A doberman in a mechanics outfit was absolutely wrecking the ass of another canine, a Shepherd. Did I say I was lucky? I'm not, I'm so fucking NOT.

It felt like all the blood went up to Ozzy's ears. Jackson turned off the TV and moved over to the small table, producing two shot glasses from his pocket. If what he saw bothered him or turned him on, his face didn't show it. It was like nothing happened. Ozzy slid into the seat and Jackson poured them a drink. Both of them threw their heads back, downing the shots.

"So," Jackson said after the second pair of shots, "you always been into guys or what?"

"I like both genders. I don't see the point in fucking one over the other."

"Yeah?"

"Just pour another damn shot."

He did and they both drank them. "Well-"

"It's my turn. Why do I never see you without a suit on? Two weeks and even when I go over there out of the blue, you're always wearing it."

Jackson looked at the shot glass and poured himself another.

"Hey," Ozzy lifted his glass and shook it. Jackson poured him one, too.

They were both quiet for a few minutes. Maybe the alcohol was finally affecting him? Because it was starting to hit Ozzy pretty hard. His whole body was warm and tingling, like the first time he felt sun-soaked sand on the beach against his fur. There was this cute lizard waiter, he didn't remember his name, but that ass of his couldn't get enough cock and-

"Scars." Jackson spoke with a tone that suggested Ozzy should know why. "I was an army sniper. My spotter, Clark Higgson, and I got trapped by this group of rebels and they chased us. They ended up cornering us and Clark managed to gun down a few of them. I spent the next six months in the hospital recovering from the gunshot wounds. Higgs never came out of his coma."

"So, the fucking coma guy...?" Ozzy had never put anyone into a coma.

"It was the only thing I could think of. My turn?"

"Way to darken the mood, but yeah."

"When did you realize you were bisexual?"

"It's just something I felt."

"I need more than that."

"Fine, I was sixteen and at my cousin's house and he was friends with this wolf. Every time he would come over with my cousin, he'd make comments and sometimes flirt. I never stopped him because it felt natural for us. So, that's how I knew."

"Did you...?"

"Yeah, we went all the way one night and before you ask, it didn't last long."

"You don't last long? Final shots."

"Not the sex, asshole, but the relationship. - Yeah, give me one. - He was younger and as soon as he hit sophomore, he went to girls and ignored me. What happened after that was the reason I got expelled. That enough for your curiosity?"

"Well, no... I have a condom."

Jackson's eyes locked with his, the ball was in his court, yes or no. As Ozzy shoved the table out of his way, the empty bottle and ashtray leaped into the air in an explosion of gray ash, a still lit cigarette extinguishing as it hit the carpet. With a practiced ease, Ozzy pushed down his silk boxers and let gravity do the rest. He crawled up onto Jackson's thighs, a dobie paw cradling one furry cheek to keep him still.

They kissed. Their canines clinking together as their lips opened, pink tongues rushed out to meet. Ozzy broke the kiss, his fingers going to Jackson's white undershirt as he rocked his hips over his crotch. Between his legs, he could feel a thick, sheathed cock rubbing against his taint.

"You are good at this."

Ozzy playfully kissed him, unbuttoning the last button on his shirt before skipping down to the one on his khakis. He slid off Jackson's waist, placing his hands on the black-furred thighs, and lightly he nibbled and licked each delicate nipple, then licked down his abs.

The teeth of his zipper opened with a gentle tug and Ozzy found out that Jackson didn't wear underwear. The hot scent of musk rolled off of him and hooked his nose, drawing him towards his sheathe and balls. His arms slide around and grasp the chair as he let his breath dance across his naked flesh.

He started from the base of his sheathe and dragged his tongue along the fur. It prickled his lips as he went up until his felt the naked tip. A pink, fleshy tip with dull edges. Jackson's scent must've doubled in strength.

"You want me to suck your cock?" He teased.

"Like you don't want to..."

"I want to hear you beg for it though."

"Ha. I went through a torture resistance program, so good luck with that."

Ozzy's ears perked up. He liked winning challenges about as much as he liked sucking dick. Maybe more. He buried his maw between Jackson's legs.

"Holy Shit..."

He tasted like a real male and he languished between his legs, snorting in his scent. Jackson's thighs flexed under his black fur as if trying to fight off the pleasure, but Ozzy was winning this contest, he could tell. The canine was moaning as his paw on Ozzy's head tugged lightly on the scruff of his fur. He wasn't going to give in easily.

His blue eyes reflected the monsterous cock, pushing out in literal inches. It was towering over his maw, dripping with need. It was now a real tug-a-war. Ozzy wanted to lick, suck and blow that cock like a true bitch. Jackson wanted him to do the same; he wasn't going to let him win; he drew Jackson's balls into his mouth.

He was careful with his canines as he juggled the orbs on his tongue. He clamped his lips a little tighter, then he pulled away, sucking on them until the pressure popped them out from between his lips. He played with them until Jackson's cock looked painfully hard, throbbing and dripping. Between breathing in his hot musk and feeling his body flex and jump at his tongue, Ozzy was ready to throw in the towel and deepthroat his cock. Getting up on his knees, he started to go down towards his cock.

He'll win.

Ozzy stopped just inches from Jackson tip, letting his breath roll over the cocktip. His eyes lifted up to Jackson's.

"Fine! You win."

Ozzy wrapped his maw around his length, slurping as he bobbed his head and rolled it from side to side. He wanted to suck him dry and feel him shoot into the back of his throat. It was already shooting gallons of thick dog-cum and he was drinking down every drop. He was so close! Ozzy pulled off his delicious cock at the very edge.

"Fuck!"

The cock slipped from his lips. "Wanna do that instead?"

Jackson was just as fucking horny as he was and scooped him up off the ground and tossed stomach-first into the bed. Ozzy slid off his shirt and glanced back.

Jackson threw off his opened suit, his eyes never leaving Ozzy's taunting ass. As the shirt fell away, Ozzy saw the ten crater-like scars on his chest. It made him look all the more powerful and he craved for the feeling of being spread open by him, especially when he dropped his pants and kicked them away to reveal the plump set of balls and cock. It had been a long time since Ozzy'd been fucked in the ass, so he knew it was going to hurt at first. Once he stretched out, though, it would be worth the pain. It always was.

Jackson grasped his legs, pulling him back and dropping them so they dangled over the side of the bed. Instinctively, his tail curled back to reveal his puckering tail hole. Jackson tore open the extra large condom package, removing it and tossing the package to the side. Crawling over Ozzy's thighs, he then slid the condom over his dick. His fingers stroked his hole, then he put the tip against it. Jackson leaned forward, moaning.

Ozzy's eyes exploded in size as his hole throbbed with pain. "Slower!" he cried out and Jackson paused. "I said slower, not stop!"

"I just wanted to make sure I'm not hurting you. I'm big for women."

"Do it, fucker."

Jackson smirked and started to melt into his insides again. This time the slow descent brought nothing but pleasure. He was stretched so tight he could feel the thick veins as they passed into him and the tickling sensation around his hole made him clench.

"Fuck, this is better than I imagined."

"You been imagining what its like -ah- in my ass?"

Jackson was propped up in a lazy pushup over him. "Well, you've been a huge pain in my ass, so I wanted to return the favor."

"Fuck-" Ozzy moaned through his clenched teeth, "-er" The cock was brushing against his prostate and shining stars of pleasure flashed in his eyes, the lids drooping. He squeezed around it, savoring it.

"I can tell you're loving this," Jackson taunted and pulled out suddenly.

Ozzy looked back, then cried out as he was speared open, again. Damn right he was. Jackson played with him like this until his tail hole felt numb, then he shoved his length in until his balls rested against Ozzy's.

"You want it? You want it bad?"

"Fuck me!"

Jackson started thrusting him, the whole bed jumping and shaking under an unending chorus of moans from Ozzy. Jackson's massive arms snaked under his chest and the other clamped onto his shoulders. He was merciless, now; every thrust exploding at the end with a slap.

"Take it, bitch."

Ozzy barely heard him because he was drowning in the pleasure of a good fucking. The Doberman's natural instincts tended to be towards dominating his females and Ozzy now knew why they loved it.

"Breed me!" He arched his back allowing the doberman to get a deeper thrust; the nerves in his legs pulsed with fire; his whole mind absorbed in the act.

Jackson snorted, his Dobie butt clenching harder each time to drive his knot in. He was going to give it all to him. He grasped Ozzy's body in tight hug and his whole body flexed as he shoved forward. He didn't pull back and he didn't give up. The knot was going to go in no matter how hard Ozzy resisted. The knot would be... inside... him!

Ozzy swore at the top of his lungs.

Jackson's knot opened him up and his ass was stuffed. It doubled in size, maybe tripled, and left them tied together. He rolled on his side, yanking Ozzy along with him. His paws crawled all over his mate's body, even cupping his balls a few times. They were nothing like his though. "This feels natural for me, too." He finally said, laying his head against Ozzy's and nuzzling him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Maybe some day I could do it without the condom?"

"Some day? We only have two days left and I'm not that easy."

"I could talk to some people. Make this a more permanent thing."

"A permanent work relationship? I wonder what people would think of that."

"Probably that I have a death wish. There's a reason people don't want to work with you."

"Why? I'm not bad at this job. Did someone say I was fucking bad at this job?"

"Unstable. Everyone's heard about the loose end you had to tie in Arizona."

"It went tits up." Ozzy grunted as he felt the shrunken knot pull out. "Who expects a god-damn undercover agent?"

"Soloing on a team operation is frowned upon for a reason," Jackson slid off the condom, tied it, and dumped it into the small trashbin beside the bed. He scooped up his boxers and khakis. "It puts everyone at risk."

"Because I went solo, we got the mission done and someone else had to sort out the undercover. I don't see the problem."

"You didn't follow protocol." Jackson glanced at his cellphone, "Great, an encrypted message." He tapped in his password.

"I'm going to shower and jerk off," Ozzy rolled off the bed and stretched as he walked towards the bathroom. Jackson tossed his cellphone on the bed.

"Hold on." He reached over blocking Ozzy. "We're not done, yet."

Ozzy smiled as Jackson got on his knees, "You don't have to blow me."

Jackson lapped at his sheathe, looking up into Ozzy's eyes as he did it, gauging how well his blowjob was going. He let his tongue glide over his orbs, flicking it back and forth, before drawing them in.

"You definitely know what you're doing."

"I've watched a few girls do it to me. Look, I even got your cock out a little." He tugged lightly on Ozzy's sheathe. His mouth wrapped around the tip, and his tongue stroked it.

Ozzy rested his hand on Jackson's head, only to have it swatted away. "Oh, come on."

Jackson's lips ran up and down his shaft, slurping as he kept the same suction the whole way through.

"Roll your head. Yeah. Just like that." He closed his eyes, placing his full attention on the pleasure radiating from his cock. Sometimes his eyes would cross from the occasional slurp around the head. Once Jackson started tugging on his balls, his body whole body seemed to really get into it. "Oh, Jackson," he groaned.

Jackson grasped his waist and went full throttle, practically slapping his maw into Ozzy's crotch. "Fuck-fuck-fuck." His whole body was screaming for release as he listened to the slurping. He fought it, clenched his ass to keep it in, but the mouth won. His head fell back and his knees threatened to buckle.

Gulping him dry, Jackson stood and gave him a sticky kiss. "I should go make the call?"

"Damn right. I need a shower to get ready for bed."

"No, you gotta get in your suit. The encrypted message was another contract."

"Aww, shit. I hate late night jobs."

"Means I still get a chance to bareback you today."

Ozzy pushed him out of the way as he went to the bathroom. "I'm not easy!" He shut the door.