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1. HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Jet sat at the bar, resting his chin on his hand and watched Rakkarth as he worked. Two hours had passed and the shark was three drinks deeper and was definitely starting to feel it. His eyes felt fuzzy and were never in focus, his tail hanging limp and heavy. He couldn't help but grin and chuckle each time he caught Rakkarth's gaze, winking and fluttering his fingers at him in a silly wave. Hell, even his shoulder had stopped hurting, the throbbing soothed by the heat of the booze in his belly. He rocked from side to side in his seat to the music. He felt good.

He watched with rapt attention, even if Rakkarth didn't do any fancy bartender tricks and instead just simply filled glasses and slid them down the bar. In fact, the fanciest thing Jet had seen Rakkarth do so far was fill a row of shot glasses one after another in quick succession, but he thought - even in his buzzed brain - that that had been less about the flair and more about getting it out of his way. It wasn't that Rakkarth hated his job or anything, Jet had figured, but that he liked staying on top of things.

I fuckin' wish he was on top of me, Jet thought, cackling to himself.

“You good?" Rakkarth asked, seeming to suddenly materialize in front of Jet's very clear and coherent vision.

The shark bit his lip and stifled a chuckle, but it spilled forth anyway and he covered his mouth as his laugh devolved into a coughing fit. After regaining what composure he had left - his cheeks flushed red, ears lopsided - he tilted his head to the side and traced the rim of his now empty glass with his forefinger. He sighed and looked up at the wolf, blinking slowly, still smiling like an idiot.

“Oh, nothing…" he began with a sigh, “Just silly dr-drunk thoughts is all."

“Right." The wolf paused before snatching Jet's glass away. “Your boozy pen pal over there sent you another card."

“My what did what?" Jet furrowed his brow.

Rakkarth sighed and refilled Jet's glass, dropping fresh ice cubes into it. “Guy. By the entrance? He bought you another round."

“Oh, sick," Jet said, tipping it back. He looked over his shoulder to the other wolf by the door and raised his glass again, smiling at him.

“Do you know him?"

Jet shrugged, “I have no i-idea, maybe a past client of mine. Honestly, baby, co-couldn't tell ya." He drummed the bar with his hands. “Mmm, I bet I could find out, though."

“What?"

The shark downed his drink and set it on the bar, ice clinking around. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stood up, swaying as he waited for the earth to stop rocking back and forth. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at Rakkarth, smiling.

“Excuse me, Rakk, darling; gotta piss."

As he stumbled to the bathroom, he turned and looked at the wolf by the door, tilting his head upwards and winking at him, his smile wide and hungry. He entered the bathroom and stepped over to a urinal and did his business, shivering, his shoulders dropping as both the cooler air of the tiled room and relief washed over him. He stood there, eyes closed, one hand holding himself and aiming, the other against the wall to steady himself. He heard the door swing open and then shut, heard the clack clack clack of claws on the tiled floor and felt someone standing next to him. He opened an eye and looked, and sure enough, standing next to him was the wolf. He, too, unzipped, held himself, and did his business.

“Thanks for the drinks, baby," Jet said, turning his face to the wolf.

“No problem," the wolf responded, his voice smooth and deep, words sliding like velvet over his sharp teeth.

“You'll have to forgive me, though - have we met before?"

“We haven't, no."

“I thought so," Jet chuckled, looking down at the wolf's soft member, impressively sized even then. “'Cause I'm sure I'd have remembered that."

The wolf chuckled as well. “I'm Alyr."

“Jet."

“Nice to meet you, Jet. No, when I saw you walk in, I don't know, something told me that you could use something to take your mind off things."

“Oh, really? Are we a mind reader?"

“No, I could see it in your face, the way you held yourself… you looked the way I also feel, tonight."

The shark looked down again and saw the ring peeking out between the tufts of fur on the wolf's finger. “I see. Trouble at home?"

“It's been a week, but I haven't been able to take it off, yet."

“I'm sorry."

“Just thought that you also looked like you could use a distraction."

“Is that the only reason?"

“Why would there be any other reason?"

“Because," Jet said, turning to face the wolf, sliding out of his jacket and tossing it onto the bathroom counter. “We stopped pissing two minutes ago, and yet we're still standing here, dicks in our hands."

The wolf blushed, his cheeks a deep red that somehow shone through his thick fur. His eyes widened a bit, reflecting Jet's own.

“Look, baby. I'm not here to pass judgment. I get paid to get fucked." He placed his hands on the wolf's chest, feeling his firm, toned muscles and the rapid pounding heart beneath them.

“But if you need that release, or to work out that stress, or loneliness," Jet smirked, sliding his snout forward alongside Alyr's muzzle, his mouth next to the wolf's ear that twitched with each word Jet whispered:

“Well, this is no Amethyst Suite, but I think I can help you with that."

He pulled back, smiling, his face inches away from Alyr's. He stood there, his thumbs working gentle circles into the wolf's chest, tail swishing back and forth. He could see it in the wolf's eyes, blue and vast, like an endless ocean that Jet, in that moment, wanted nothing more than to wade into and disappear forever; Alyr's breath was staggered and sour with alcohol. The wolf raised his paws, placed them on the sides of Jet's face, and pulled him into a rough kiss. The shark felt the wolf's tongue slide past his teeth and wrestled his own against it; Alyr's saliva, like his breath, tasting of faint booze.

Somehow they managed to stumble into a bathroom stall and shut the door. Jet slid his hands into the waist of Alyr's pants and shoved them down; his own shorts already around one ankle; the shark kneeling down as he dropped the wolf's trousers; eye level with the man's erection, throbbing and aching before him, already oozing. Alyr slid his jacket off and hung it over the door, watching intently, biting his lower lip as Jet reached forward and stroked him. The shark pressed his snout against Alyr's crotch and inhaled deeply; the musk intoxicating, intense, needy; the sweat of a-

“Man who's worked so hard, and tried so hard, and has gotten fuckin' nothing in return for it," Jet said, the words escaping as a groan, his snout hidden beneath the wolf's erection, nose pressed up against his aching balls; his breath hot against Alyr's flesh as he spoke.

He looked upwards at Alyr, blinking slowly at him, eyes half-shut and glossy, enamored. “Poor baby, let me take care of you…"

Running his tongue slowly upwards over the wolf's balls, he lifted his head, continuing as he went; his tongue leaving a hot, wet trail from the base of the wolf's erection to the head; Jet panting softly against it for a moment; his own aching and throbbing, leaking onto the tiled floor. He slid Alyr's cock past his lips and into his maw.

Alyr threw back his head and groaned as Jet's mouth engulfed him, hot and wet; shutting his eyes tight, his thighs quivering, toes curled. His tail whipped back and forth and he tried his best not to thrust forward until he looked down and locked eyes with the shark, who nodded slowly, reaching up and guiding the wolf's paws to the sides of his head. Jet winked and gave his paws a gentle squeeze, and that's all Alyr needed to start thrusting, fingers buried in Jet's hair. He rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting himself over and over into Jet's maw, his cock sliding over Jet's tongue, deeper now, oozing precum down Jet's throat. The shark's eyes rolled upwards, his breathing slow and steady, but his heart pounding for dear life as the wolf ravaged his maw, balls slapping against his chin. Alyr thrust harder still, jackhammering the shark's jaws, his teeth bared, fur on the back of his neck raised and he cried out in ecstasy, pumping his loads down Jet's throat. The shark managed to smile, feeling the wolf's erection pulsating against his mouth and throat as he swallowed down what he could, and leaned back, letting the rest, thick and creamy, ooze out across his tongue.

Alyr slid himself out of Jet's mouth, his cock glistening and throbbing achingly, thin strings of saliva and cum trailing to Jet's lips. The shark stood up, wiping his wrist across his mouth and swallowed, his cheeks a dark red. He leaned into Alyr's side, his head resting on the wolf's shoulder. He slid one hand up the wolf's back, fingers parting the fur, and gently stroked the wolf's still erect member, smearing around the saliva and seed.

He turned his face against the wolf's neck, planting soft kisses there, inhaling more of his scent; whispering, “You could already go again, couldn't you? Poor baby, it's been so long hasn't it?"

Jet kissed the corner of Alyr's mouth gently and then turned around and leaned forward, against the stall. He lifted his tail. The wolf flushed at the sight and stammered something.

“L-let me grab a-"

“You clean?"

“Yeah."

“So am I. Fuck me like you'd fuck your ex." The words, low and rough, demanded satiation as the shark snarled with a primal hunger.

Alyr stepped up behind Jet and held his hip with one hand, the other grabbing his cock and directing it as he slid it against Jet's tight little entrance. The shark bristled and arched his back as the wolf slowly slid into him, pain and ecstasy erupting through him as the wolf split him open. He squeezed the handrail for dear life.

Jet sucked in a sharp breath, toes curling, claws scratching the tiles, and exhaled it as a sharp sigh, “Ffffuck." His erection bobbed in front of him with each heartbeat, in pain and begging, oozing precum near constantly.

The shark shuddered as he felt the Alyr's crotch pressed firmly against his ass, felt him deep inside, buried to the hilt; their balls pressed together, aching for another release. The wolf slipped an arm around Jet's chest and pulled him backwards, pressing the shark's body against his and holding him there, his claws scratching at Jet's skin, driving him crazy. Alyr ran his tongue up Jet's neck and the shark blushed fiercely, a groan escaping from deep within his throat.

After a long moment that was both blissful and excruciating in its anticipation, Alyr began to rock his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of Jet. Jet's chest heaved with each breath, held steady by Alyr's embrace as the wolf started slow but picked things up, pounding into him harder with each thrust, their hips slapping against one another. The wolf's breath was hot and wet against his skin. Alyr hunched over, taking a small step forward and continued his thrusts, slamming against the shark, always managing to hit some new spot that Jet himself hadn't even discovered, a new itch that the wolf immediately scratched. Alyr's erection strained against the tight muscles of Jet's ass, throbbing, and Jet, in return, clenched himself around the wolf. The wolf bit down on Jet's neck and the shark hissed in delicious agony and pressed his flesh further against Alyr's sharp teeth, drawing blood; the wolf wrapping his other arm around Jet's waist, paw planted firmly above Jet's cock which swung back and forth with their movements, flinging precum onto the stall and floor.

Jet felt the wolf shuddering, his legs quivering and he knew. He demanded through clenched teeth, “Do it. Inside."

With a final, savage thrust, Alyr climaxed inside him, blowing his hot seed deep into the shark, the wolf's cock throbbing with each load. Alyr reached down and stroked Jet, kissing and suckling at Jet's tender neck where four puncture wounds bled. Jet came, whimpering and trembling in the wolf's embrace, shooting ropes of his seed onto the stall and floor.

Twenty minutes later, they had managed to untangle from one another and got cleaned up in the sink. Pulling his boxers and shorts up, Jet looked at the wolf, biting his lip. Something hotter than what Alyr had left inside him burned, ached, yearned for an answer to a question unasked.

“Hey," Jet began.

Alyr looked up at him, still panting as he zipped his jeans and pulled his jacket back on. “Yeah."

“If you…-"

Don't do it, Jet, he thought, the words flashing into his mind so violently it felt like he'd been struck by lightning. Not again.

Jet turned his back to the wolf, averting his gaze. He shut his eyes and held himself, drawing a hand up to the bite mark on neck that ached but no longer bled. His ears dropped and he lowered his head.

“Nevermind," he whispered, perhaps more to himself than to Alyr. Then he spoke aloud: “Thanks, again - you know - for the drinks and stuff."

“No problem," Alyr replied, his words having that subtle but distinct inflection of being spoken through a smile.

The shark began to speak again but shook his head, pushing past the bathroom door and back out into the bar. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and kept his gaze forward, towards the entrance. It wasn't uncommon for hook-ups to happen in the bathrooms at Swampwater - this was The Carnal District, after all - and he felt others' eyes on him, their gaze knowing… But, for a reason he couldn't figure out, this time it seemed to bother him.

Rakkarth watched him go by, blinking slowly as the shark passed along without waving at him, or winking, or whatever dozen other things he liked to do to annoy him.

Jet stepped outside, his drunkenness seeming to return after the echoes of ecstasy and yearning left his body, seeming to unwrap and tug away from him as they slid back into the bar's front door. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, sighing as he exhaled it.

* * *

Jet stood in the bathroom of the apartment, dabbing some antibiotic ointment onto the four little puncture wounds in the crook of his neck, not because he thought Alyr might have given him something, but more so because he hoped they'd heal faster. He wanted the evidence gone. And… for some reason it hurt to look at them, like a knot forming in his chest or stomach, the kind one gets when looking at an old photo or remembering something nostalgic.

He teetered back and forth on wobbling legs, having raided the cupboards in the kitchen for a bottle of bourbon he'd stashed away and broke out when he needed it. It sat open on the bathroom counter in front of him, cap having flown off somewhere in the kitchen when he took his first shot straight from the bottle. Next to it was one of Rakkarth's beers that he'd, admittedly, stolen to use as a chaser. His eyes were crossed, but he was pretty sure he'd covered the wound enough, so he picked up the bottle and can and stumbled into the den. He set them down on the table and yanked his shirt off, having grown hot from the booze, and threw it onto the couch, flopping down on top of it.

Shot, chaser. He turned the TV on and flipped through the channels, letting the cacophony of one show zipping to the next keep his mind from forming any sort of rational thought or feeling. He looked at the clock but was pretty sure 44:3333 AAMM wasn't the correct time so he shrugged and took another shot, coughing as it lit up his throat and burned its way down to his stomach. The sudden image of molten cheese and silver scales flashed through his mind at that sensation and he scowled, swiping his hand through the air to try and dispel it.

“Jesus, you kept the god damn party going, huh?"

Jet whipped his head around to the front door and grinned, letting out a little squeal. “Daddy's home!"

He jumped up and threw his hands into the air, running (well, staggering, really) over to Rakkarth and tripping into him, wrapping his arms around the wolf's neck.

The wolf sighed, reaching up and patting Jet's waist. “Please, Jet, I'm tired. Can we just… not?"

The shirtless shark released him and stepped back. “Right… sorry." He looked away, ears flat.

Rakkarth eyed him, his gaze falling to Jet's neck where he saw the greasy sheen of the ointment covering the bite mark, and he didn't have to think hard to figure out what - or rather who - had caused that. But something else nagged at him. As strange of an observation to him as it was, this was the first time Jet had been shirtless in front of him in months. The shark had always loved dressing as little as possible while at home, pushing the envelope, testing Rakkarth's boundaries… but then one day he'd stopped. He had just suddenly stopped and never did it again. Of course, Rakkarth had always asked him to dress himself, put on pants or a shirt or whatever, but the wolf knew that Jet hardly ever felt those requests to be genuine.

Something bit at the edges of Rakkarth's attention, gently prodding the back of his brain with sharp little claws. He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, looking the shark up and down. What had he just seen? What was that?