[SNEAK PEEK]The Fix Is In
A pair of thieves take on the Veiled Azalea Casino and Lounge.
Art by BlueBoye
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The Fix is In by Limewah Story for Pyrite Featuring Durk and Niveon's characters 18+ SNEAK PEEK
In a little warehouse with broken security cameras on the outskirts of the outskirts of the city, a pair of thieves were nestled in a 5 square metre shipping crate. This was their lodgings for the time being. They were waiting for their fence to show up, and with it, the next steps to get their big payout.
Said fence was more than a little tardy.
After two days in that warehouse (aside from a few brief chances to get fresh air and stretch their legs when the coast was clear) the two of them were getting antsy.
An easy way to tackle the boredom was to pound it out.
It also wasn’t a half-bad way to celebrate their score.
The two Pokémon gentleman thieves didn’t have too much of a reputation - that was by design. They wanted to fly under the radar as much as possible.
Their eye-catching appearances made that a little difficult.
Pyrite was an Umbreon, with especially dark fur, and markings that were closer to a shade of gold than yellow. Rather than the usual oval shape an Umbreon would have in the middle of their forehead, his was an angular four-sided diamond shape. His left hand was a similar shade of gold, and long kintsugi-cracks of the selfsame colour slid up his arm. and he wore round, red tinted glasses that partially hid his heterochromia - red in the right, gold in the left, with some more angular 'cracks' of gold sliding down his left cheekbone.
He was the mastermind of the pair, the face as it were.
Shaw, meanwhile, was a Mienshao with pearlescent blue fur, half-moon glasses perched on his nose just in front of his pink eyes. His feline whiskers and tail were curled into little spirals, matching his well-coiffed lavender hair. The long fur of his forearms had those same spiral curls, creating the look of the elegent hem of a high-class kimono. His movements were almost fluid, too, with a near supernatural grace. This suave butler-like aesthetic contrasted with his wiry, muscly frame, the frame of a martial artist.
He was no career criminal. But having been seduced into it by Pyrite, he took to it well enough.
Like how Pyrite was taking his cock like a pro.
“Nothing in the papers?” Pyrite asked, scrolling through a worker’s ‘borrowed’ phone while his hips hilted the Mienshao’s cock and ground from side to side.
“Nope,” Shaw said, setting aside his 'borrowed' newspaper and grasping Pyrite’s throbbing cock. “Nothing in the mainstream, anyway. They must’ve buried it.”
“How do you f-figure that- nnfuck…” Pyrite gasped.
“You wouldn’t want - mmmnh -anyone to know the most prized painting in your collection got stolen, would you?” Shaw said, his voice thick and husky.
“Well, no, I’d think they’d spread that far n’ wide. They’d be begging the public, the police, anyone for help.”
Shaw grunted thoughtfully.
“You don’t think… They haven’t even copped that the painting in there is a counterfeit?”
Pyrite couldn’t keep the grin from his snout. But he couldn’t keep it on his face when a sudden throb and thrust pushed against his prostate and made his toes curl and his eyes roll, his fuck-stifled giggle choking him.
"Fffffuck, we're so good~!" Pyrite groaned, his voice almost coquettishly submissive.
Shaw’s smile was far less pronounced, with no teeth showing. But the smug satisfaction was mutual.
"Yes… yes we are. This's been fun, honestly…"
“Ah-Arceus…” Pyrite croaked. “Slow down, I’m gonna cum, we don’t want this place stinking of sex…”
“Sure thing.” Shaw pulled back until just his tip was inside the Umbreon’s pert butt. Pyrite quivered around the Mienshao’s tool. The Umbreon groped at his erect cock, pressing his palm against the tip to catch the precum that was dribbling away.
The pleasure glued Pyrite's paw to his dick. He couldn’t stop stroking himself now. He pushed past the edge before he even realised he was there.
“No, fuck…” he gasped. “Oh, fuck, get a tissue, q-quick…!”
It wasn’t quite fast enough.
At least he didn’t get any on the floor.
-
Pyrite and Shaw were not the cuddling type. Once they’d finished their business and disposed of the mess, they went back to finding other ways to entertain themselves. Shaw was practicing some of his forms - he couldn’t let his body atrophy, especially since he didn't have any access to the usual gear. Though there wasn’t a lot of space to stretch out in that crate, and he couldn’t step outside.
Pyrite, meanwhile, was staring at their score, still resting daintily against a wall and wrapped in paper and bubble wrap.
“Still can’t get over how tiny this painting is,” Pyrite mused. “Think we have time to give it one last look before the fence arrives?”
“Did you bring gloves?” Shaw asked.
“Did I bring - of course!” Pyrite scoffed, going straight for his pockets. “Why would I forget something like…”
His face dropped. “Hang on, did they drop out of my pocket…?”
Shaw held up two black, shining latex gloves by their thumbs, the barest crescent of a smirk on his face.
“You prick!” Pyrite laughed in an attempt to mask how low-key pissed-off he was. “Stop pickpocketing me!”
“Stop being easy to pickpocket,” Shaw snarked. “You're supposed to be a career criminal. How're you this unobservant?”
"I am very observant." Pyrite shot back, chasing it with a little angry flirtation, "Has it not crossed your mind that you're just a really good pickpocket?"
"Smooth." Shaw put his claws up in a placating gesture, and threw the gloves back to Pyrite.
“Thank you,” Pyrite snipped, before slipping them on.
Pyrite took care not to damage the wrapper; he unwound and untied the twine, and gently unfolded the paper until he could grab hold of the delicate wooden frame and lift it up.
There she was. Sitting in repose, hands over her lap, her platinum blonde hair framing her alabaster, furless face with its inscrutable half-smile, her eyes gleaming is if they held some incredible secret.
The Mona Lusamine.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Pyrite sighed.
“I think she’s a little over-rated,” Shaw said. “Especially up close.”
Pyrite shrugged.
“Eh, maybe so. Either way… once the fence is here, we’ll have enough money to last a lifetime.”
–
It certainly did last a lifetime - a fly’s lifetime.
Between being on the wrong side of a rug-pull and spending a bit too much money on fancy clothes and tech, Pyrite and Shaw found themselves back where they started - flat broke, paycheck to paycheck - rather quickly.
Shaw would have been very happy to stay at square one. One taste of criminality was more than enough for him, an embarrassing diversion that he could easily leave in the past. Pyrite had a whole other crew to work with anyway; what use would he have for the Mienshao? Especially since he wasn’t likely to try the same style of heist twice. That wouldn’t be smart.
If that Umbreon showed up at his door with a handsome glint in his eye and some new score, he wouldn't even let that black-and-gold shyster past the threshold.
It was easy to tell himself that, at least.
-
“Hey, Shaw.” The Umbreon was clutching a large gift box in his paws, wrapped in black tissue paper with gold ribbon trim. He always went over the top with presentation, as if trying to impress a first date. And it often worked.
"Hello, Pyrite," Shaw said, defensively polite and blocking his front doorway.
“How’s it going?” Pyrite said, attempting to invite himself in but failing to push past.
“Good, thank you.”
“Great, great."
A moment of almost-awkward silence spread. Pyrite's eyes practically sparkled behind the round red glasses.
“So…” Pyrite began.
“No.” Shaw intercepted.
“C’mon, Shaw, this is gonna be an easy one, way easier than last time!”
Shaw didn’t want to give Pyrite the impression he was interested. But he understood that Pyrite was not going to leave until he humoured him and opened it.
The package was light, and when he tilted it he couldn't hear anything inside.
When he opened it, a shining black satin shirt greeted him, with an embroidered purple pattern on it - a triskelion of curling tails - three in each spiral - as well as tiny text beneath it.
The Veiled Azalea Casino and Lounge.
Shaw looked over the package and down at Pyrite’s grinning face.
“A casino?" Shaw asked, his nose up-turned. "Really? Wouldn’t that be more difficult than an art gallery?”
“You’d think that. But it’s really easy to get a job there. That’s my uniform you’re holding, actually, so I’m gonna need it back…”
“You gift-wrapped your own uniform for me to open?”
“Yeah! Where’s your sense of panache, Shaw!"
Shaw had half a mind to keep the package out of reach, but he gave it back.
“You’re thinking of an inside job?”
“Best kind of job when it comes to a heist like this,” Pyrite said, tucking the box under his arm. "Why bother with finding a man on the inside when we can be that man? …Men.”
“My answer’s still no,” Shaw said. “I’d rather not take my chances a second time.”
“C’mon… you gotta join me!”
“And why’s that?”
“Well…" Pyrite's ears flattened, the smile turning a touch sheepish. "I kind of, sort of, might have leveraged some money and taken out a few loans with a few, uh… friends, and I needed a co-signer, so we’re… sort of both on the hook for them?”
Pyrite ducked before the punch came for him, and slithered out of the way of the next strike, beneath Shaw's wide swing. Shaw turned to face Pyrite, seeing that he'd managed to slip in past him and into his apartment.
Damnit.
“Waitwaitwait, okay, I know, it’s bad, I fucked up, mea culpa, I know! But this’ll fix everything. I promise. I’m gonna use my share of the score to pay off both of our debts, but you’ll still get fifty percent!”
“...Of what?” Shaw remained stoic. If he’d lost his temper, he’d regained it quite fast. “The leftovers?”
“No, the full amount. And… I’ll be your slave for half a year. At a reduced rate.”
Shaw sniffed again.
It was hard to get a read on Pyrite behind those red glasses. Shaw wasn’t sure he was being on the level. Like something was being left out.
But he was pretty sure he could make sure the Umbreon kept his word. Having easy access to that cute ass would sweeten the pot a little bit.
Pyrite offered his hand, his eyebrows wiggling.
“Aaaand I’ll give you the afternoon up front, how ‘bout it?”
Shaw felt a throb between his legs.
The Umbreon was an unparalleled charmer, and truth be told, the stuff they’d gotten up to in that shipping crate was still in the back of his mind. The best fuck he'd had in a long while. Getting another helping was rather tempting.
Somehow, even though Pyrite was offering his submission to Shaw, the Mienshao still felt a bit like the Umbreon was the one really in control, the master manipulator.
Fuck it. He was already roped into this plan, why not take an advance on his ‘payment’?
He grabbed Pyrite by the wrist and pulled him in, grabbing the back of his head with his free hand and pushing him down between his legs.
The package with the uniform fell to the ground as the Umbreon’s yelps and giggles turned into moans, and the moans turned into low, lusty gulps.
Shaw pushed into the Umbreon’s face, closed his eyes, and pictured a full month of this ahead of him. That would be his best motivator, even more so than the money.