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Cerberus

Chapter 2: Hit Me

“That's a good fucking girl, isn't it," Cerberus groaned as he munched on a mouth full of eggs.

Beneath the table, Flynn was on his knees, his hands cupping a duo of massive nuts as his maw slurped on that massive fuck stick. He could still smell himself on that cock, he could still feel the way it used and abused him the night before. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't fake, it was real; everything that happened that night really happened. The thick slick filling his maw was clinging to his teeth and tongue in thick strands. Wads of spit and pre hung from Flynn's muzzle as he schlorked his way up and down that glistening, onyx shaft.

As he slurped, more of that fuzzy feeling took him. That thick musky aroma filled his nose. It was like Flynn was snorting the man's pubes no matter how far away he got from that cock. It was thick, it was rank, and it stained whatever it touched with its glorious stink. Flynn was no exception. He could already smell the unique aroma of his own musk mixing with Cerberus'. His own scent was practically gone, completely eclipsed by the alpha he was currently playing tribute to.

Cerberus' massive feet flexed, spreading wider as he slouched in his chair and pushed his cock further forward into Flynn's face.

“That's right, fuck face. Suck your better's dick," Cerberus rumbled as he swallowed a fistful of eggs, the beast just taking handfuls of his food and shoving them down into his gullet. His thick Adam's apple flexing as he swallowed large mouthfuls of his meal and licked the crumbs from his face. From Flynn's perspective, bits of food were hitting the floor as thick wads of pre slapped the back of his throat, demanding he work harder.

Flynn's thighs were a dripping mess, his own sex quivering and winking with need. That needy little bitch pussy glistening with a mixture of his own need and his new master's old, dried on bastards. His pussy was bruised, slightly gaped, and still it dripped with need.

With each smack of pre, Flynn felt like he took a hit of something highly potent. His head got fuzzy, his veins thrummed, his heart felt like it was a sub-woofer blasting sick bassy drops in his chest. He was high, and he didn't care. The more he took the more of his reasoning was lost. The more he gulped down the more he craved. Some small part of him knew he was getting addicted, that he didn't have any self-control when it came to this stuff, but he didn't care; that was later-Flynn's problem. The Flynn that was gagging and bruising the back of his throat right now didn't give two shits if he overdosed on this man's spunk. He would guzzle that cock snot until he was so strung out that the big guy could rape him all he wanted.

As Flynn slurped and sucked on that cock, the thick dick's veins pulsed an icy blue energy inward. For every gulp Flynn took of pre, Cerberus took a sip of mana. For every gag he took a swig. For every nut, he downed a gallon. Somehow, this little shit's mana reserve had yet to show sign of petering out, but Cerberus would gladly obey his 'Master's' utmost desire; just has he ordered him to do on that dance floor.

I'll fuck you till you're nothing but nut dust you little fagtard. Cerberus thought as he growled around the rest of his breakfast and washed it down with a swig of orange juice taken directly from the carton. The citrus juice dribbled down the corners of his mouth as he polished off the box and threw it at the garbage can. The box missed and clattered to the floor, the last mouthful spraying all over the wall.

“Whatever," Cerberus rumbled as he gripped a fist full of Flynn's hair and pulled. The big dog's dick sank deep into Flynn's throat, bulging and expanding as he seated his cock sleeve on his sixteen inch bitch breaker. “You'll clean this shithole up anyway, won't you, you little shit lord," Cerberus looked down and forced Flynn to nod by flexing his cock. Flynn gagged, cock snot and mucus splattering out of his nose.

“Good girl," Cerberus gave Flynn a cocky grin. “Now get ready for your breakfast." Cerberus dug his heels into the ground and thrusted, his knot swelling rapidly and forcing his sheath to peel back.

“Grip my knot you dumb slut!" Cerberus was rocking forward and back, his nuts audibly churning in Flynn's hands as Cerberus had a death grip on Flynn's skull. Flynn let go of those balls and stroked that knot, his hands slick with the mixture of his own spit, throat sludge, and Cerberus' cock snot. Cerberus gripped Flynn's hair harder, pain stinging him and causing more tears to flow down his face.

“I said GRIP it you dumb whore!" Flynn's fingers went down hard on that knot, especially behind it. He grinded his soft paw pads over the knots' base, stimulating it like a tie would. Cerberus hissed, snarled, and his cock throbbed before his balls drew up.

“BREAKFAST IS SERVED FAGGOT!" Cerberus roared, not caring who else in the apartment complex could hear. That busting nut was like taking a super soaker to the throat. Thick jets of cum shot forth, icy blue glowing jizz slurried down Flynn's throat, his esophagus visibly glowing with his flowing meal as it vanished down into his gut.

Flynn felt like he just shot up again. His entire body thrummed. His veins had turned into liquid music as something hidden deep within him flared up, the mysterious core radiating and reverberating that song throughout his bloodstream. He kept gulping it down on instinct, even when the musky cum shot out his nose after a particularly heavy jet, he just snorted it back and continued to drink deep of his new personal crack.

“Shiiiiiiit," Cerberus hissed before he bit his lower lip as icy static rolled over him, his body trying to find places to store the mana he just fucked out of his little slut. His balls continued to churn out his babies down Flynn's throat as he soaked up that raw power.

Flynn was really feeling the influence of this drug. Lines were starting to get blurry and colors were starting to sag. He felt like his mind was floating upwards and his body was melting into the floor. All the color drained from the room and kept his body in a swirling mix of color while his mind was in a blurry white mess of lines that went nowhere. It was like he was looking at two different images with each of his eyes and yet it was all one picture.

Thud.

Cerberus felt cool air brush against his dick as Flynn fell off it, his body a twitching drooling mess. His mouth glowing with Cerberus' cum, his lips stained a glowing blue.

“Can't handle me just yet, can you slut," Cerberus growled lustfully. “Don't beat yourself up, very few people can."

Cerberus pushed the table away to reveal the drooling, twitching mass that Flynn had become on the floor. His eyes were glazed over as they flicked about as though he were sleeping with his eyes open. He had cum without touching himself. A goofy grin was plastered on his face as he laid there in a puddle of his own juices, the fur of his thighs soaking in his slick.

“Such a good little slut," Cerberus leaned down and picked up the pup by his scruff. Instantly Flynn's submissive instinct kicked in. His arms and legs curled up as though he were a puppy being pulled around by his father. He gave a soft whine as his pussy dripped.

Flynn was pulled from his high a little bit, his mind and body coming together as he realized he wasn't on the floor anymore. He was on a couch. Cerberus had brought him over to the living room area, flopped his ass down, and put his pet by his side. Cerberus cradled Flynn in one arm, his pit exposed. Flynn drooled, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, stained with the icy blue of his new favorite drug. He leaned into that pit, the powerful muscles that made it were sculpted and powerful. He leaned in, the wet armpit hair thick with musk and virility. He huffed, his legs quivering as he leaned into Cerberus. That dark pit hair was rife with musk. Thick, hot and humid, and all so inviting.

Cerberus chuckled, kicking his bare feet up on the coffee table and kicking some mail and old soda cans off it to make room. He put his arm on the back of the couch as Flynn continued to huff on that musky pit. The little wolf boy's spine tingling and pussy quivering with each whiff.

“That's right you little shit," Cerberus rumbled. “Love my stink. It can't be washed off. Continue to mark yourself and your fucking lungs with more of me."

Flynn gave a soft howl, his pussy quivering against the couch cushions. Cerberus simply lifted his arm and pushed it down slowly. Pinning Flynn in his musky, hot, sweaty pit. Flynn's pussy squirted, the big alpha hound having struck oil without even touching the quivering faggot.

Cerberus just smiled and rolled his eyes as he flipped on the TV.

The TV turned on to a news channel. Nathan might be self-absorbed, but he liked to keep informed about current events. The news casters were talking about a fire that broke out after a warehouse rave got out of hand.

“Look, bitch boy" Cerberus gestured with his free arm. “We made the local news." Cerberus never lifted his arm so Flynn never saw the newscasters or the warnings that plastered the screen. People were urged to stay indoors and out of that industrial district as they figured out what was happening. The current story was that the neon paint caused defective rave equipment to short circuit which triggered a violent power surge. The current death toll stood at seven with dozens injured and several more missing.

Flynn was in a total state of bliss, unable to make out anything other than the beating of Cerberus' heart and his rumbling words. The breaths that beast took sounded like the bellows of a forge as they filled with power, muscles rippling with strength. Flynn was enraptured, completely enthralled in that musky crevice he was pinned against.

“Are you FUCKING kidding me!" a voice broke through the haze.

“Sup little fucker," Cerberus answered the voice. “You the shorty's roomie?"

“You, get the fuck out of our apartment right now!"

“Nay-tan!" Flynn moaned as he flopped out of Cerberu's pit and onto the couch. “I miss-ed you…"

Nathan looked on in shock, the ferret was a mess of old dirtied paint, and bandages wrapped around his forehead.

“The FUCK Flynn!" Nathan stormed into the apartment. “Are you high!? You've been clean for two years!"

“You's the one who took-ed me to da clubs, man," Flynn smiled, his eyes going unfocused as he flopped back on the couch.

“Yeah, and I was going to watch you like a hawk, but I leave you for five minutes and come back to an empty bar stool!"

“Hey, tinny," Cerberus had an edge to his voice. “Keep it down. The kid's had a rough night."

“I don't know who you are, but if you got him hooked on something, I will find you, I will tear your life apart, and I will burry you under the EC's office."

“Don't you dare threaten me with the Exorcism Core, you little worm," Cerberus hissed and snarled.

“Fuck this," Nathan pulled something out of his pocket and popped the cap. “If you don't get out by the time I count to five, I'm going to mace your ass. So, your next move better be toward the door, or I'm going to make sure you can't see shit as the cops pull you down the stairs."

“I'll kill you, you whelp!" Cerberus lunged.

“No…" Flynn groaned. Instantly a collar of icy runes lashed to Cerberus' neck, his arms caught mid swing as he froze mid strike. Nathan screamed and sprayed him.

Cerberus howled and back stepped, his hands going to his eyes and swiping away at the pepper spray.

“You fucking little BRAT!" Cerberus snarled, his one hand covering his eyes while his other scraped against the wall, his raking claws digging deep gouges. “I'll rip your fucking eyes out!" He lunged again, this time his one hand swiping wildly to try and catch Nathan while covering his eyes with his other arm. Nathan, being the son of an EC officer, had taken a few self-defense courses. While the much larger guy was thrashing about he managed to weasel past him, the massive wolf hound snarling and slashing, knocking things off the walls and toppling furniture. The ferret kicked the back of the wolf's knees, his legs collapsing as he crumpled.

“FUCK!" Cerberus tried to swipe back, but his claws stopped mid strike. Icy runes flashed around his neck and wrists to prevent him from hurting Nathan.

Nathan scrambled over to his bedroom and got a bat, Cerberus was trying to follow, his eyes and nose a teary, mucus dribbling mess. Nathan played baseball back in high school, so he knew how to swing a stick. He made enough dick jokes about it for Flynn to never forget.

He was out of practice, but he swung and hit home, Cerberus caught the wood on the side of his muzzle. The hound yipped and crumpled sideways.

Cerberus' body went limp, his neck bent at an odd angle, his jaw snapped and broken.

“Fuck, did I kill him?" Nathan was pale as a ghost, his hot rage immediately extinguished.

Black ichor dribbled out of a cut on his head, blue static popping from it. Nathan came close to inspect him, those terrifying onyx eyes with blue irises were vacant and looked a million miles away.

Until they weren't.

Nathen screamed as those eyes locked on him. The dog's jaw locking back into place as he cracked his neck, the bones realigning.

“I'll fucking kill you, you little-" Cerberus snarled.

“Stop…" Flynn wined, writhing on the couch as he felt as though he was having a bad trip. “Stop it…just stop. You should just do what Nathan says…"

Cerberus' mouth refused to obey him, his jaw fighting against an unseen muzzle as he snarled and tried to claw at his own mouth, his eyes still a burning mess. Despite that, his feet started to shift, moving one in front of the other as he marched his naked ass out the door, slamming it behind him.

The room was quiet except for the rhythmic thud of the wolf stomping his way down the stairs and making his way out of the building.

“Oh fuck," Nathan collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down his face as he collected himself. He took a deep breath and realized the door wasn't locked. He quickly ran up to the door and made sure it was secure before locking it up. He ran around to the windows and did the same.

“Who the fuck was that?" Nathan demanded as he ran around the apartment make sure it was all secure and nothing was missing.

“My studdly…" Flynn flopped over and fell on the floor.

“Shit, Flynn!"

***

Flynn twitched as he felt something smack his face. Not just one thing either. Hundreds of little things were smacking his face. He cracked an eye open and was punished by a droplet forcing it shut again.

Is this rain? Flynn put a hand over his face to stop the water from smacking his eyes. No this is much too warm…

The world started to come back into focus as Flynn's senses started booting up again. He could hear the spray of water, feel the waft of steam, the smell of old shampoo and conditioner with a draft of cheap soap.

He was in the shower. His shower.

He groaned and coughed. He sat up, his head throbbing.

“You awake?" Nathan's voice came from the next room.

“Nathan? What's going on?"

“Thank goodness, you're up," Nathan came into their bathroom. He was wearing some pajama clothes. “Don't worry about that guy anymore Flynn, he's gone."

“Who…?" Flynn felt weak. He felt drained and light. Nathan shook his head.

“It's not important," Nathan looked like he was going to break down in tears. “Nathan, I'm so sorry. I should have never left you alone at that party. I had no idea you'd get caught up with this or that you would relapse. I was trying to just get you out of your shell."

“I took something?" Flynn's brow furrowed. “I…I don't remember much."

“It's okay. You were getting really cold so I put you in a warm shower to keep your temp up."

“Wh-Why didn't you call an ambulance?" Nathan muttered, closing his eyes.

“You couldn't afford one," Nathan sighed. “Besides. You'd get fired if they knew you were using again."

“Thanks, but…but I wasn't using," Flynn tried to sit up, but the world felt slanted. He caught himself by bracing against the tub. Nathen came down and helped steady him.

“Do you remember taking anything, or did that guy drug you?"

“I…I swear…I never did anything…I don't think," Flynn shook his head. “It's mostly a blur."

“I remember you appearing on stage with some muscle dude just before everything went to shit," Nathan smiled and pushed Flynn's bangs out of his face as the wolf dripped water onto the tiled floor. Half of him was still in the tub, the other half hanging over the edge.

“Cerberus," Flynn managed to grasp at a single name. “Cerberus. His name was Cerberus like the legendary hellhound."

“Well," Nathan started. “Whoever he was, he seemed like a real piece of work. I was worried sick about you. I was looking around all night amongst the people there to see if you had been found. I helped with recovery and first responders. My dad trained me, ya know. I'm just glad none of the people named were you. I don't know if I could have forgiven myself if I got you killed."

“Hey," Flynn smiled. “You said having a little fun wouldn't kill me, and it looks like you were right." Flynn chuckled and lightly slapped Nathan's shoulder.

“Look who feels good enough to joke," Nathan smiled and sniffed. “Don't worry. I got you. You'll be right as rain before your shift tonight."

“I have a day off, what are you talking about?"

“You were out cold a full day buddy," Nathan smiled. “Don't worry though. I got some soup ready for ya. I can call them if you think you can't make it."

“No," Flynn winced. “No I can go…just…fuck…my day off literally passed me by."

“Better to lose one day than all of them," Nathan smiled and patted his friend. “Are you going to be okay if I leave you in here? Need me to help you up?"

“Yeah, actually." Flynn lifted a hand, shaking a little bit.

Nathen helped Flynn out of the shower, helped him dry off, and got him into some of his warm pajama clothes.

He still felt cold. He usually never felt cold, but for some reason it's like he was always ten degrees off from warm. The soup helped, but Nathan ended up lending him a heating pad.

“Oh, by the way, your mana tracker is here," Nathan grabbed the watch off the table and handed it to him. “I think it got busted at the rave last night though. You might need a new one."

Flynn frowned before pushing the buttons on both sides. The face of the watch was flashing with warning signs and pages from work.

“Fuck," Flynn shook his head. “Must be busted. At least the mana tracking sensor. It says I expended a month's worth of mana that night."

“Must have caught one of those surges during the rave or something. I'm just glad you're alive."

“Were the surges magical in nature?" Nathan asked as he sipped on his soup. Nathan had put it in a thermos for him.

“I don't know man," Nathan shook his head. “Not my area of expertise. I could tell you how to gut a lust demon from pussy to lips, but I couldn't tell you if that lightning came from a socket or a spell. That's something my dad could tell you, but not me."

Nathan just curled up on the couch with his heating pad and soup as Nathan put on some garbage they both had seen a million times. It was more for background noise as they talked.

“Sorry if I was mad before," Nathan apologized.

“Mad? About what?" Flynn was confused.

“When I first got home, I thought you had ditched me to go fuck around with some guy, leaving me to die in that fucking rave. Obviously you didn't do that, but…sorry if I was a little loud."

“It's nothing, really," Flynn dismissed it. “You saved me and now I'm on my way to recovery."

“So, this Cerberus guy," Nathan smiled. “How did you find him there?"

“I…I mean…you saw him here when you got home, right?"

“That dude was some big ass wolf man, but Cerberus looked like some neon king. You must have gotten mixed up with the other dude on your way home."

“That makes me wonder," Flynn pondered. “Why would a drug dealer take me to my place?" Flynn sipped more of his soup, the warmth of that trickle temporarily banishing the cold only for it to settle in again.

“That's a good question, but I long since stopped trying to figure out why drug dealers do any of the shit they do." Nathan waived off Flynn's concern.

“I thought that guy was Cerberus though…" Flynn frowned. “I hate that I fucked up so hard."

“You didn't fuck up Flynn," Nathan put a hand on Flynn's shoulder.

“I can't know that for sure," Flynn said back. “I don't even remember much of the rave besides all the mixing colors. How can I be sure I didn't take something?"

Flynn shivered, taking a deep breath and calming himself, quashing his panic.

“It's not your fault Nathan," Flynn was panting a bit to keep himself in his own head, pushing back nausea. “You couldn't have known how all that would have happened. I'm just glad you got out okay."

“Do you think you're going to relapse?" Nathan was pulling out the real questions, but Flynn knew he was there for him, not to judge him. He just wanted to know if he needed to help him sweat it out again.

“I don't think so," Flynn answered truthfully. He felt the ache of his veins as they wormed their way back into place, feeling icy and cold without that hum. His muscles felt stiff and sore, his head impossibly heavy. “I feel like absolute shit, but I don't want to be ripped out of my head either."

“What about work, do you need time off?"

“No," Flynn shook his head, pulling himself closer to keep himself warm against the hot pad. “They need me. I can't just leave them in the lurch. Especially when they were trying to get ahold of me." He looked at his flickering watch with various messages. Most of them were call-in requests, but he knew how those went. Soon they wouldn't be asking, they'd be telling him to come in. “I'm sure with what happened at the rave, they need all the help they can get."

“I get it, but you should think about yourself too," Nathan countered. He smiled and shook his head. “Did I tell you yet? How relieved I am that you're okay?"

Flynn gave a little huffing laugh.

“Thanks Nathan," Flynn took a sip. “Besides, now I have a forever excuse to tell you to fuck off any time you try to drag me to one of those things again."

“Oh, come on now. You owe me a life debt that I can hold over you whenever I want. Besides," Nathan leaned in with glittering eyes. “You can't say no to this face."

Flynn's tired eyes glittered with the faintest bits of amusement, the dark rings under them still quite prevalent even with the color returning to his face.

“No," he said directly at Nathan. The ferret rolled his eyes.

“Focus on getting better, ya wannabe junky," Nathan smiled and got up. “I'll make ya more soup."

“I'm not a junky," Flynn's tone was a little sour with some humor sprinkled in.

“That's why you're a wannabe," Nathan shouted back and got to work making more warmth broth from Flynn.

***

“Thank the lord in heaven, you're early!" Nena sighed and pressed her hands together and looked up at the sky. “Thank you lord! Thank. You. LORD!" She spread her hands in a rainbow motion, holding onto a clipboard with one and a pen in the other. “Flynn, we got a lot of stitching to do and not a lot of time to do it."

“That's why I came in early," Flynn answered. “Get some extra minutes and knock through some patients."

“Hun, are you okay? You look a little run down," Nena's brow furrowed.

“Oh, thanks Nena, I really needed that," Flynn rolled his eyes as he moved on to the locker rooms to switch into his scrubs.

“Sorry hun, you got a bit of a temper today too," Nena raised a brow. “You sure you're okay?"

“Can you afford to send me home?" Flynn shot back as he dipped into the locker room.

“Fair enough, Tony Snark," Nena made another comment about Iron-Man or something or other before she was out of ear shot. Flynn felt bad, but he really wasn't in the mood. No matter how hard he tried, he was always cold. This withdrawal was murder. Whatever he took was seriously messing with him and he already felt dependent to some degree, but he wasn't going to let it keep him from his job.

He quickly shifted into his scrubs, the cool air stinging him through his fur before he headed on out. He snatched a clip board off the wall with a list of names and room numbers.

“Nena, I'm grabbing a new mana tracker from the supply closet. Mine broke over the weekend," Flynn was on a mission; he would get through his union approved hours if it killed him.

“Just put the busted one in the return bin when you get a chance. The company gives us a credit if we send them back."

“Yeah, yeah, I know the protocol." Flynn rolled his eyes.

“What's up with you, Rude-y Tuesdays?" Nena shot back.

“No time to talk," Flynn countered. “Lives to save and stitches to stitch."

Normally he wouldn't be so short, but Nena did brush it off as nerves. It's not every day some kind of travesty like the incident at the rave happens. Flynn just got to work.

The wolf got into the first room and he pulled out some sterile flesh stitching needles from their packaging. He used some disinfectant just to be sure and pulled the sheet off his patient. Flynn stopped in his tracks. It was the badger bartender from the rave. His body was covered in scorch marks and blue colored scars raked across him like he had taken the full brunt of a lightning strike. The files said he was stable and intubated, but it was so unreal to see him there. He was just interacting with this guy a couple days ago.

Flynn shook his head and started to fill the needle with energy.

“Fuck!" Flynn dropped the needle, the thing burned with blue fire as it fell to the floor. Flynn shook his hand, his fingers already calming down as the magical burn went away. The needle itself melted into a pool of bubbling metal on the floor. Flynn just got some water and doused it right away. It wasn't common, but sometimes the stitching runes on these needles came out wrong and caused backlash when channeling them. Flynn just cursed and got another needle and prepped it. This time he focused and very carefully drew energy into-

“Fuck!" The needle burst into flames again and Flynn stomped it out on the floor.

Twice in a row? Really? Was it a bad batch?

Flynn furrowed his brow and went back to the nurse's terminal.

“Nena, I just had two needles blow up on me," Flynn explained. “I think the batch might be bad. I'm going to open a new box."

“Hold on son," Nena stood up. “I have to sign off on those kinds of things; that could affect the budget. Show me the needles."

“Okay, fine," Flynn sighed. “Sorry, I don't mean to be such an ass. It's just been a long couple days."

“Don't I know it, Sunshine," Nena smiled and started sauntering her way into Flynn's room. She noticed the melted needles on the floor and grabbed another with a pair of forceps. She channeled her energy into the needle and it glowed an amber gold.

“Looks fine to me," Nena shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe the two you used were made side by side and spliced too far to one side. The rest of these should be good."

She set the needle down and the glowing energy dissipated. Flynn sighed.

“Thanks Nena, sorry for dragging out over here," Flynn apologized.

“Don't mention it. It's less work than finding another box and notating its use and department." Nena nodded.

Flynn took the needle and channeled his energy into it.

“SON OF A BITCH!" He snapped as the needle popped, the metal bursting into flames.

“Flynn! You okay?" Nena came running over as Flynn gripped his wrist.

“Water, cold water over here," Nena dragged Flynn back into the sterilization station and turned on the cold water. It stung and sapped every piece of heat from Flynn like he had jumped into an ice bath, but it was better than burning himself further.

“Maybe the needles are bad - hold up," Nena looked at the mana tracker on Flynn's wrist and she scowled. “What? That ain't right."

“What?" Flynn sounded concerned.

“It says you've exceeded your daily limit twice already. You'd be dead on the floor if that were the case. Let me see that." Flynn unhooked the mana tracker and handed it to Nena. She adjusted it for her wrist and held out her hand. She conjured holy light, a golden orb of energy in her hand like a mini sun. Observing the mana tracker as she did so.

“It's tracking normal energy readings – sweet lord in heaven!" Nena jumped back, the ball of light vanishing as she looked over at Flynn.

“What? Did the tracker do something?"

“Honey, stay still," Nena started and lifted her hand, the holy light reappearing. Flynn felt a sudden fear trickle down his spine. Nena only called someone “Honey" if something was really wrong. She did it to calm them down, but those in the know felt a spike in blood pressure.

“My god, Flynn," Nena's eyes went wide. “What did you do?"

“Do what?" Flynn asked.

“Look in the damn mirror and tell me what the hell that is?" Nena's voice broke a bit as she demanded answers. Flynn felt his ears fold back, but he obeyed.

He turned to look in the mirror and he practically jumped. The dark circles under his eyes were oozing shadows. His body looked like it was radiating darkness, almost like he was burning, but instead of smoke the holy light was shining through the wisps of a shadowy aura.

“Nena," Flynn's voice quivered. “I…I honestly don't know."

“Boy, you better be talking straight with me," Nena warned. “I know you can't be a hell mage because you got too much holy energy inside you. We tested you for kinling blood when you applied."

“Wait, isn't that illegal without my consent," Flynn asked pointedly.

“Not in healing work, it ain't," Nena answered. “We test everyone for drugs, and the company tests for kinling blood at the same time, nothing we can do about it. Besides, if you were a kinling, they would have bound your blood so you can't do any spells anyway. You ain't no hell mage. So what the hell is all this?

“I don't know," Flynn was starting to panic. “Nena, what do I do?"

“Wait a tick," Nena lifted the orb of light. “Turn your neck to the side."

“Nena, I'm scared," Flynn admitted, his ears folding back harder.

“Don't worry, Honey, I got ya," Nena was being as reassuring as she could be, but It only made Flynn more anxious, stifling a whimper before complying.

“Lord in heaven have mercy," Nena breathed out.

“What?"

“You're…well…honestly I don't know how you're still standing. That's a hellhound bite if I've ever seen one."

“A what?!"

Flynn angled himself so that he could see his neck shine under the holy light in the mirror. Sure enough, there was a massive bite mark, an icy blue mix of fangs and teeth where he had been bitten and marked.

“What the fuck is that," Flynn's eyes went wide.

“I don't know," Nena answered truthfully. “If it was a hellhound bite, you'd have had your mana burn out by now."

“Have you ever seen a hellhound bite?" Flynn asked.

“Only in the morgue," Nena breathed out looking closer.

“Fuck Nena! Really!" Flynn jumped at that comment, his hand going to the mark. As soon as he touched it, his mind flashed and he saw those icy blue eyes.

“Cerberus…" Flynn breathed. He shook his head and realized that Nena was stammering out some sort of apology.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to panic you," Nena answered. “I mean, it can't be a hellhound bite, right? You'd be dead. So it…it has to be something else?"

“I…I need to go," Flynn gasped and started to walk back towards the lockers.

“Flynn, we need to get you into the Holy Healing Unit," Nena urged. “Who knows how long you can go on with that kind of mark? You need immediate medical attention."

“I need to go," Flynn's eyes were wide as he stumbled out of the room and ran towards the lockers. He didn't listen to Nena's other words as he barreled into the locker room and snagged his jacket before heading out into the cold.

Flynn's ears were ringing as he left the hospital. A few leaves rattled across his feet as he moved on. He knew he needed medical attention, but a bite like that…that was harrowing. He put his hand against it again, he winced as he felt scabs where those teeth sank.

“The fuck…" Flynn was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack.

“Hey there, Kid," a rumbling voice called to him. It was low, it was subtle, but Flynn heard it as if spoken directly in his ear. He turned to look down an alleyway between the hospital and the next building. There, in the dark shadows were a pair of glowing blue eyes.

“How long did you think you could go without seeing me again?" Cerberus mocked. Flynn gulped. His bite mark burned, his flesh ached, his veins screamed like rivers in a drought. He was so afraid he was frozen, or at least he thought he was. He didn't know when he did it, but he had entered the alleyway and was now within arm's length of the object of his fears and desires.

“C-Cerberus?" Flynn stammered.

“Yeah, Kid?" Cerberus was leaning against the wall, looking down at him with a cocky grin, a cigarette in his mouth. The hellhound was wearing a sleeveless, black leather jacket with thick, black fluffy down lining. The leather coat vest had an upturned collar that really accented the thick mane of the wolf. He still wore that same gold chain around his neck that read “KING", though it seemed much smaller when nestled between his monstrous pecs. His various piercings were still there, and the barbells on his nips could be seen through his wife beater. His jeans were covered in elaborate stitching and studs, the pockets placed to accent his powerful thighs and slide right over his high laced up army boots.

“Y-You're…You're…"

“A hellhound?" Cerberus smirked, the dark rings under his eyes glowing blue. He took a deep drag on his cigarette before blowing the smoke up out of the corner of his muzzle, flopping one of the locks of hair out of his face. “Listen here kid, I ain't 'a' hellhound. I'm THE hellhound. The demon dog of legend, the gatekeeper of Hades, the first of his kind and the primal alpha of all hellhound kind."

Flynn didn't know what to say. He just stood there, the mating bite on his neck burning.

“So what celestial body are you?" Cerberus asked.

“W-What?" Flynn muttered, his ears folding back as his tail tucked between his legs.

“Come on now, pup," Cerberus took his hand and put it under Flynn's chin and forced him to look him in the eye. “No mortal has that much mana without having sold their soul. Since I can smell your soul on you, that ain't it. I can tell you've got no patron, I've tasted them all before, and you're different. So where is all that sweet honey coming from, baby girl?"

Flynn flinched as Cerberus pinched his cheek.

“I…I don't know what you're talking about," Flynn squeaked.

“Quit fucking with me you little shit!" Cerberus snarled before his hand lunged forward, gripped Flynn by the neck, and pinned him against the wall. “Who are you? Which God did I piss off? What hell spawn or holy messiah did I just mark? Who do I need to be aware of from now on? So I don't get blindsided by some holy smiting or demon prince's hit squad."

“Let…Let me down…" Flynn managed to get out between his teeth. Cerberus snarled, but that ring of runes around his neck glowed and he scowled. He gently let Flynn down with a deep rumble.

“You have me chained," Cerberus growled. “Only one god ever had the power to chain me, so who the FUCK are you! Are you him, his son?"

“I'm sorry, I don't know what you want me to say." Flynn was shaking like a leaf, tears threatening to break over his face. Cerberus's eyes caught a diamond tear rolling down his muzzle and hitting the ground.

“Fucking hell," Cerberus huffed and gripped Flynn and pulled him close into a warm embrace.

Flynn was about to scream, but something hit him. That musk, that faint smell of cigarettes and candles just being snuffed, and a warmth that radiated right to his core. Cerberus felt…warm. Deeply warm. Flynn felt like he was thawing out. Cerberus' paw gently stroked his back and Flynn felt so safe, he almost collapsed.

“Whatever you are, you've never been to hell. You're frigid. Your first taste of hell's heat and you're already trying to acclimate." Cerberus was speaking nonsense to Flynn. He didn't understand what was going on, but Cerberus was warm, soft, and inviting. Flynn gave a soft sigh, as though he had been sleeping on rocks his entire life and he finally found a grassy field to lay in.

“Fine," Cerberus huffed. “You don't want to tell me? I can't make you as long as this fucking choker is on me, but there's more than one way to skin a pup."

A shard of ice lodged itself in Flynn's chest. He felt that hand on his back shift, the claws gripping at his flesh and tearing through his jacket and the scrubs beneath. He didn't dig into his back, but those claws could if he wanted.

“If you've never been to hell, then you've probably never had a hellhound hit before. So, why don't I give you a little taste of the premo shit," Cerberus rumbled and pushed down on Flynn's back, forcing him to arch it and look up.

Cerberus was closing in, and Flynn thought for sure he was going to bite his head off, but instead, that massive muzzle pressed against Flynn's.

Boom! Fireworks!

Flynn didn't know exactly what Cerberus was doing, but Flynn opened up like a flower. His lips parted and the hellhound's demon tongue lulled deep into Flynn's muzzle. He could hardly think as that kiss radiated a warmth that filled him to his core. His veins sang and his spine tingled.

Am I high? What…what was going on?

Flynn pushed away from Cerberus and the hellhound chuckled.

“Only talking a half a hit? Good," Cerberus growled. “It'll wear off quicker. When you want more, you know how to find me," Cerberus gripped Flynn's scruff, the bite mark on his neck searing as he saw himself through Cerberus' eyes.

“Consider me your new dealer, fucktard," Cerberus chuckled, smoke curled around his face before forming sunglasses. As Flynn's vision cleared, he realized Cerberus was gone. The alleyway was empty.

Flynn half panicked and ripped out his phone, the mana tracker he was supposed to deposit as defective clattered to the ground. He quickly grabbed the tracker and put it in his pocket and ripped through his contacts.

“Flynn," Nathan answered. “Everything okay. I'm on my way into work."

“No, I mean, I'm fine, but I need to talk to your dad. Does he know anything about hellhounds?"

“Nothing," Nathan replied truthfully. “Most hellhounds don't make it out here on the surface very long so he's not really trained for that kind of thing, but I know a thing or two."

“Really?" Flynn's eyes glittered.

“I mean, not really-really, but I'm clocking in at the library. I can check out some books for you and bring them home with me tonight."

“I'll be right over," Flynn answered.

“Wait, don't you work-"

Click.

Flynn locked his phone and started his way out of the alley. He swayed, the world shifting as his vision swam a bit. He already felt the colors of the world swirling together. He took a few deep breaths and fought against the pull of the drugs and made it to the bus stop.

He managed to get onto the bus before everything started to get fuzzy. All he kept repeating in his head was what stop he was waiting for. In the meantime, he would sink into that seat.