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Warning : What follows is a piece of homoerotic fiction. It features Sex between two males, graphic violence (not in the sexual part). If you are not comfortable reading said material, too young to read said material, or such material is illegal in your country of residence, please leave this page now.

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Kevin sat in the passenger seat of the cruiser, Ray was driving and he just kept his mouth shut. He hadn’t brought up Marcus to anyone. He hadn’t even talked to his adoptive parents since he became an officer. His dad worked in a different precinct. His mom was a corporate lawyer for some big pharmaceutical company. He couldn’t care to remember the name. Revealing those memories, they were so personal that he hadn’t even brought them up to the cetacean sitting not two feet to his left.

It wasn’t often if ever that he was confident around anthros in social situations, but something about Richarde, Sr. just brought out his confidence. The man he wished he could be, he was becoming with the help of this Naga. They’d literally been on two dates, and yet, he could already feel himself becoming attached. He was more than just attached. It was as though his heart was screaming at his head to shut up. To let it take over. Allow it to make a decision for once.

“Someone’s rather quiet this ‘morning’” Naqut chided. “Have fun at Rick’s house?” the barely contained mirth and excitement oozed from his orca roommate.

“Nothing like you’re thinking, Ray. We’re waiting.” The human chided, “So what’ve we got today?”

“Eh. Just a murder-suicide case. From what the guys on-scene tell me, it’s pretty open and shut. Bloody as shit, but open and shut.”

“We sure? I’m reminded of the Stephenson-Guadalupe case. On the surface, it looked like a murder-suicide, that was until we noticed the bruising on Stepheson’s wrists. Which led us to a Raiders’ cell who had targeted the couple because not only were they gay, but they were interracial as well. The mastermind had decided on the murder suicide as a kind of torture before killing Stephenson. They had the man shoot his own boyfriend. Afterwards, they forced the gun into his mouth and ‘assisted’ him in his ‘ultimate penance’ as I remember.”

“Dark case. I remember that one hitting pretty close to home for you. Wasn’t one of your boyfriends in high school Latino?”

“Yeah…” Kevin trailed off, “These Raiders are awful. They think themselves called to a higher purpose, but they are really just thugs. But we don’t know what we’re really walking into?”

“Murder weapon was a—get this—gift shop katana. The man sliced his wife in two before committing seppuku. With the same katana. The man left a note…in Japanese.”

“Strange. So…bloody scene, then. Wait, how could he have committed seppuku, you need a close friend to behead you for that, don’t you?”

“That’s the thing…It’s in the style of a seppuku. But from what the forensic linguistics specialist can tell, He felt…called to do this. Referenced one of the four Divine Beasts of Heaven. At least, that’s what one of our detectives from Little China told us.”

“Little China? You said that the man wrote the note in Japanese. Why would someone from Little China be able to help us?”

The orca shrugged. “He said his father was Chinese-American and his mother was Japanese. He grew up speaking Cantonese and Japanese. He also said that the man’s grammar was surgical. Definitely not a native speaker.”

“Interesting. Wonder what’s going on. Why also are we being called back to the investigative team? Are we fully reinstated detectives?”

The orca parked the car next to the curb and got out. “Daddy said that it was vital we be on the case.”

The human’s face fell into his hands as he shook his head, “would you say that to my father’s face?”

“Hah. I’d have to be insane.”

“Say what to my face, son?” a voice said behind the orca. Seeing the orca jump like a scared kitten made the human detective chuckle.

“Hello, Commissioner. Nothing. Just reviewing the case. My colleague here just made an off-color joke concerning the deceased.”

“Naqut, I know you can have a sadistic sense of humor, but try and keep that in check, please. This case is sensitive.”

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” The orca replied shakily.

“So, what do you know so far, son?” The commissioner asked as the sun reflected off the four five-pointed, gold stars on his shoulder strap directly into the hungover human’s eyes.

“Only what Naqut had given me. Open and shut murder suicide. Stewart Garrison, 42. And his Wife Jennine Carrol-Garrison, 38. Mr. Garrison appears to have had a mental breakdown and taken his gift-shop kata and sliced his wife in two before appearing to commit the Japanese rite of seppuku.”

“Good. At least that’s what we thought. The suicide note gives us some pause. Garrison was obsessed with Japanese Samurai and all the lore attached. I knew him in passing. He was actually a fairly decent instructor at Caulder City U. He was a good man. I don’t exactly believe what the initial take of the evidence is telling us. I looked at the penmanship myself. He may not have been a native speaker, but I’ve never seen his Japanese look so sloppy.”

“Sir, I’m not entirely sure what you mean. We’ve yet to see the note ourselves.” Kevin said, “Also I didn’t know you knew Japanese, Dad.”

“Commissioner. Kevin, look. I have done much in my life that I haven’t told you about. As you’ve done much I’d rather not even imagine. Which reminds me I hear your dating a Naga?”

“Later Commissioner. Let’s take a look at the crime scene.”

“After you, son.”

***

It was getting late. He needed to go to sleep soon. He had so many papers to grade and he was only about a quarter of the way through them. Stewart ran a hand through his graying, balding hair and squeezed the bridge of his nose. Teaching had its upsides, sure. He absolutely loved sharing his love of the Japanese culture with his students. He just hated the late nights grading homework assignments.

Jennine came in with a steaming cup of hot tea held in her hands. She was an Anthropologist who specialized in the Sengoku Jidai. Or the Warring states period of Japanese history. He was the whole of his being. She was his woman as he was her man. Their love could move mountains. “Beddo-e kuru?” [Coming to bed?]

“Hai! Hai! Chotto-o matte!” [Yes. Yes. Just a minute.] The aging man said. He got up out of his creaking chair and walked over to kiss his wife. As he did though a flash of silver sliced through the air and his wife coughed up blood. She looked at him in fear. He watched the life flee from her eyes before her body fell to its knees and the top half fell from the bottom in a diagonal slide from the right shoulder to the left hip. Spraying blood covered the walls and his shirt. “Nooo! Jennine!” He called out, but he knew his wife was gone.

“Professor Garrison?” A man standing in a costume straight from a Jidaigekki. [Samurai-play] He was dressed in a suit of matte black, padded armor. A cowl covered his face and he wore a mask which covered his face. In his hand was a blade of masterful craftsmanship. True to form of Japanese craftsmen going back hundreds of years. Its blade looked about two feet in length and its tsuka was at least a foot in length. The beautiful craftsmanship escaped the college instructor’s notice, however. He only had eyes for the gore dripping from its edge.

He ran to a display case in his office which contained a katana. It was normally just on display, but when he’d bought it from the place he bought it from he’d insured it was made traditionally. In the style of the samurai of old. He took the blade from the case and he removed it from the saia [sheath]. “Kisama…” [You…]

The ninja looked amused. The aging man took his fighting stance with his blade held above his head and the edge of the blade facing up. The point towards his attacker. His front foot facing toward the attacker and his back leg bent, leg facing perpendicular to his body in an ‘L’ stance. “Anata-wa watakushi-o tatakai-shitai desu-ka?” [You want to fight me?]

The elder man looked at the ninja with fury in his eyes, he seethed with wrathful vengeance, “Kisama!” [You Bastard!] The old man launched himself at the ninja. Bringing his not-unskilled swordsmanship to bare upon the invader of his home. He slashed and hacked. Jabbed and stabbed. And the ninja just seemed to dance around his blade.

The fight lasted a total of two minutes. And in that time, the ninja didn’t take a single hit. The old man, however was out of breath. He’d expended his energy too quickly in his rage. And now he could barely lift his blade.

“Yame, Jii-san. Owarimashita. It’s over. I defeated you. You know what the bushido code dictates. Kneal.” [Stop, grandpa (this is an affectionate or sometimes crass {depending on the situation} term for an older man). It’s over.] The ninja went over to the case where the katana was kept and removed the wakizashi. He gave it over to the old man.

Stewart looked up at the blade with tears in his eyes. “Naze? Naze-ga?” [Why? But, Why?] The old man shouted.

“Someone with a lot of money wants your katana. That blade is no ordinary blade. He paid my clan a lot of money to take these blades from you.” The ninja said calmly, before lowering his mask and cowl. The young man staring back at him was someone whom he recognized. It was a kid in his class.

“Yoshi-kun?”

“Hai, Sensei. You are going to need help, no?”

The young man gripped the blade’s tsuka and removed the wakizashi from its saia. The old man took the blade shakily in his hands. With the young ninja’s help, he shoved the tip into his stomach and sliced a decent slash open in his stomach. His innards spilling out as the life left the old teacher’s eyes.

The ninja bowed deeply. “Anata-wa tatakatte meiyo-de shinda! Kono-wa sumimasen!” [You fought and died with honor. For this, I am sorry.] The ninja went over to a pad of paper and took out a pen.

***

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“What does it mean, Yang?” The seven foot six cetacean towered over the diminutive fox. His mirror black skin reflecting the light of the fluorescent bulbs overhead.

The fox looked at the orca with a look of extreme severity. “It says…I’m going to beat the shit out of your lard-ass if you don’t shut up.”

The whale raised his hands in surrender and backed off. “It says, ‘For what I have done, the Blue Dragon will bless me.”

“And that doesn’t line up?”

“No. From what the commissioner has said, Stewart was obsessed with Bushido. Not Ancient Chinese Mythology.”

“Interesting.”

“Here’s something else. Look at the man’s desk. He was grading papers. His wife came in and she was facing the office. Based on the forensics. The Blade that cut her in two, it came from the back. Not the front. So, unless Mr. Garrison was able to be two places at once, there was another party.”

“I also see scuff marks on the floors. And look closely at the bookcase by the door. There’s a chunk taken out of the side. Wasn’t Garrison in Kendo?”

“Yes.”

Kevin looked at his phone and looked at the time. “Oh shit. I’ve got to call Rick.”

Naqut just gave a nod of his head and shooed him out of the room.

***

“You’re sure that’s what happened? That’s what the bad man said to you?” Richarde leaned back on his perch.

“Yes, Mr. Lawrence. Practically word for word. Can you help me?”

The naga nodded his head. “I’m sorry Luverne. You will serve time. But I can negotiate parole and potentially release. You just need to behave yourself behind bars.”

The female bald eagle broke down in tears. “They’ll pluck me alive!”

At that moment Richarde’s cell phone rang. He answered it, “I’m sorry, dear. I must take this.” Then into the phone, “Yes, Kevin, I’m with a client.”

“Have you seen the time?”

“Yes. I know. Let’s just drop the romantic dinner. I’ve got to spend some time with my teenager anyways. We can just have dinner at my place. Say, eight?”

“Sure. Eight it is. See you then.”

Richarde turned back to his client and started back with, “Now, Luverne here is what we’re going to do. We’re going to go for a plea bargain…”

***

“Hey, Ray. What’s the initial takeaway? Do we have homicide?” Kevin came into the room.

“Yeah. Our handwriting specialist has confirmed that none of the elements of the Japanese match anything from Stewart’s notes or any other sample of his work. The chunks of wood match a large sword but not the katana that was buried in the man’s chest.”

“Wakizashi” Yang commented.

“Gesundheit!”

With a shake of his head Yang clearly annunciated the word and said, “Wa-Ki-Za-Shi. It’s a shorter blade. Like a dagger version of the Katana. Usually ceremonial sword sets come with both the Katana which is about two feet or longer in length and a wakizashi is around a foot to two in length. The Wakizashi was buried in Mr. Garrison’s stomach and the katana has disappeared. It was likely stolen.”

“What are we looking at here?”

“Well from the evidence as I see it now, Mr. Garrison was grading papers as his wife came in to bring him to bed. As he came up to see here, though She was attacked from behind by our mystery perp. Obviously, this man was a skilled assassin. He snuck in without being noticed by two people very aware of their positions and trained in Kendo and Karate. They weren’t slouches. Anyways. He sliced Mrs. Garrison in two. Most likely in view of Mr. Garrison. He ran to grab his Katana. He then preceded to engage his attacker in a test of martial strength.

“He must have lost. And then in shame, committed Seppuku. I’m not surprised that someone who was so obsessed with the Warring States period and Samurai in general would choose to take his life in the honorable way of seppuku.”

“It’s still suicide.” Kevin commented.

“Yes. But no. Seppuku, properly done regains the samurai’s honor by showing that he was truly willing to die for his shogun. The attacker should have taken his head. He didn’t. That’s dishonorable. We’re dealing with a shady clan of Ninja. Well. Just one.”

Both the whale and the human looked at each other and started to laugh hysterically. “You can’t be serious, Yang? Ninja? Here?”

“At least people who think they are.”

***

The drive back to the apartment was filled with a dark foreboding. They may have not believed Yang at the time, but a family friend of the Garrison’s leant them a video of Stewart facing off against a master at his Dojo. He beat the master squarely. It wasn’t even a contest. The fact that someone so skilled in Kendo and the proper use of a katana would be beaten scared them. “This just went crazy.” Kevin sighed.

“I feel like we’re in a very bad kung-fu movie.” Naqut said.

“I’m just going to say it. We’re in over our heads on this one.”

“NO!” Naqut exclaimed, shocking the human, “It’s not like we’re taking this guy on in one-on-one combat. We’re going after him for the murder of two teachers.”

“True. But he’s an honest-to-goodness ninja!”

“Yes. And? We’ve faced a lot together.”

“Will we be enough?” the human asked

“Yes.” The cetacean answered with finality.

***

The human hurried over to the Naga’s apartment. He knocked on the door. And the sight that greeted his eyes when Richarde opened the door was so comical that he immediately forgot about his case. In front of Kevin was Richarde. Completely nude with the exception of a gaudy neon orange apron which said “Kiss the Cook” It white cartoonish letters. He had on a matching chef’s hat with the top being a crème white, a heart in the middle of the lower band with the letters ‘I’ and ‘U’ to either side of it.

The Human leapt into the arms of the giant snake-man. He squeezed the man with all the strength that he was able. The Naga returned the hug with equal vigor, though not using his full strength for fear of crushing the fragile human. “I had such a tough day, snakey.”

The Naga retreated from the door, human still in his grasp, closing the door with his tail tip as he slithered into the kitchenette. Already perched atop his coils at what would normally be considered average sitting height for a human was Ricky. “Hey, Kevin. Tough day?”

“Wha?” Then he remembered the Naga’s psionic capabilities. He guessed it would be impossible to hide anything from them. “Yeah. Can we just leave it?”

“Of course,” The seventeen-year-old said. He went back to his phone. The place settings were fairly mundane and not at all romantic. But the human realized, that just made him feel more at home. It really felt like it was going to be a family dinner. Richarde slithered over to the only chair and unceremoniously dropped him into it.

With an oof. Kevin landed in the chair. He righted himself to the sounds of a huffing chuckle from the youth Naga at the end of the table. The elder came in with a rice maker and set it by the floor next to his spot. Then he came out with a pot which was obviously steaming hot as well and placed it as well as a large ladle and a pair of super long chopsticks next to the rice maker. Lastly, he brought in three bowls of very oriental ornamentation and set them in front of the two others before taking his seat, setting his bowl down and holding out his hand to Kevin.

It took a moment for Kevin to fully process what was going on. It reminded him of an anime a friend of his had described where every episode ended with the main cast sitting down to a dinner much like this. “Wh…what’s going on?”

“We’re having rice and chicken yaki-udon. We always have a Japanese style meal on Fridays.”

The Twilight Zone music started going in Kevin’s head. The coincidence was strange. “Uh…uhm. Okay.” Kevin handed the bowl to Richarde, who gave Kevin a healthy heaping of rice and ladled some yaki-udon onto his plate. Then gave him extra noodles with the extra-long chopsticks.

Then the Naga reached across the table to his son. Junior gave the plate over to his dad, who gave him a smaller portion. The growing Naga looked slightly peeved at the lesser amount, but gave no word of complaint. When he got his bowl back, he waited politely for Richarde to get his dinner.

Both of the Naga grabbed chopsticks closer to the size Kevin was used to seeing and broke them. Both of them said something in Japanese that he just stared at them for.

***

After Dinner, the Naga put on a 007 movie and just vegged. After the movie was over Junior said that he was going over to a friend’s house. From the amount of food Kevin had just eaten, he expected to feel lethargic and tired. Yet he felt neither. He was burgeoning with excitement. It may have only been the third date, but Kevin knew that they were both eagerly awaiting the night’s coming events. It was really going to happen tonight. He’d wanted to have sex with him from the very first time at the bar. Yet instead of taking him home for an easy lay. He’d purposefully waited. Now the night had come where their lusts had overridden their patience and they were finally going to become far more intimately familiar with each other.

His stomach was in knots. His mouth felt dry and he was sweating as if he were in a sauna. He was looking at himself in the mirror of the Naga’s bathroom. The Naga was waiting in the bedroom just beyond the door, and Kevin was working up the courage to open the door. He had taken off his clothes. Was he really about to expose himself to another man. After what had happened with Marcus he had promised to himself that he wouldn’t ever have sex again.

It was his roommate, who—after much questioning and badgering—convinced him to get back out there. His partner was right of course. Marcus had been dead nearly fifteen years. He was still grieving. It was time to let him go and move on.

~Am I going to have to drag you out of there? Look, Kevin, I want you to be totally comfortable with this. If you want to call it off I understand. Losing a loved one in the way you did is extremely painful. Losing a lover is worse. But I’ll tell you right now that I will never let anyone hurt you again. You deserve the best, Kev. I’m not ready to actually say the ‘l’ word yet, but I do believe that I’m getting close.~

Kevin looked at the mirror again. The Naga radiated comfort through the still established mental link. Kevin sighed, “I love you, Marcus. I always will. But It’s time that I let go of my pain over your death. If there is a heaven, I hope to see you there when I die.”

Kevin opened the door and strode into the room. He’d since doffed his clothes in the bathroom so he was fully exposed to the predator who lurked in the room. He noticed the Naga was coiled in an indent in the floor. His coils were loose. Wide enough that he could lay with legs extended and rest against them comfortably. He went over and scrambled over the coils to get into the center. “You sure?” Richarde asked one more time.

Kevin just nodded his head. The Naga slowly started tightening the coils until Kevin was snug. Not uncomfortably tight, just enough that the human wasn’t leaving for a while. Richarde came up and mashed their faces together in an attempt at a kiss. His tongue invading the human’s mouth with little resistance. Accompanied with the tongue’s entrance into his mouth was a needy moan.

Many Naga had a thing with penetrating with their tails. They would coil their lovers and expose their rumps and using their tail tip, they’d penetrate them anally or vaginally depending on the sex of their partner. Not Richarde. Having a rattle made that not only difficult, it made it near impossible. As the two kissed, Kevin felt the Naga gently tighten and loosen his coils in such a way that it felt almost like a massage.

Kevin relaxed fully at this treatment and as soon as that happened, Richarde let go. His coils uncoiled from the human, spinning him slowly before he was left on the ground with his ass up in the air. Cock dangling below him hard as diamond and dripping like a leaky faucet. Richarde was just as aroused. His dual cocks had emerged from his genital slit and were gushing precum at a rate which had the human noticed would have scared him. The Naga slithered up behind his lover and licked at the cleft of his ass.

The human shuttered. Stuttering, Kevin called out, “H…hold on. I…I w..wa…want to b…be on t…top.”

The Naga chuckled. “Sorry, you’re just so submissive. I assumed…”

“N…no it’s fine. It’s not that I don’t want you like that e…eventually, it’s just that I d…don’t think I c…can t…take you yet. I want it to f…feel g…good.”

The Naga retreated and reclined into the bed. Exposing his gushing shafts, The Naga surrendered himself to the human’s treatment.

The human crawled up the trunk of his tail kissing each scute as he crawled closer to his prizes. When he got there, he grabbed one in each hand, squeezed them gently, and kissed each tip. As he began to massage the two massive spires, they began to gush even more than they were already. Kevin leaned down again and lapped at the tip of the left shaft. “Mmmm…you taste so gooood.” He continued to lap at the tip while jacking both cocks.

When Richarde got close, though, he lifted the human from his flesh. “You wanted to top, right?”

The human nodded semi-embarrassedly. He scooted up the Naga’s tail until he could line the tip of his cock up with the base of the Naga’s genital slit. He’d heard about slit-fucking before. He’d never had the opportunity to try it before. Considering that the Naga’s anus lay at the base of his forty-foot long tail, Anal wasn’t really an option. Well, he thought, first time for everything.

He pushed in. Both parties gasped. “So warm….nnnnnngh…tight too” Kevin said. He began to push in further and further until his hips met the Naga’s tail base and his ten-inch spear was buried in the Naga’s slit.

The Naga huffed, “biiiig,” The human was hunched over and concentrating on his flesh still. The Naga raised his forefinger to coax the human to look up at him. As soon as he had the human’s attention he gave the human a massive kiss. Kevin moaned deeply as the walls of the Naga’s slit seemed to contract around his cock. He pulled back with a wet squelch and pushed back in. Apparently, he must have hit the Naga’s prostate because the Naga let out a startled moan of his own.

He started up a decent rhythm, pulling out till just the tip was inside the slit’s headed, moist walls and slamming in all the way to the hilt. Richarde was gushing like a fire house making a wet sticky mess of his scutes and the insindes of Kevin’s thighs. The lewd, wet squelching reverberated around the room, as Kevin came closer and closer to the edge.

It was rather a shock when Kevin felt an extreme pain through his shoulder as the ventral side of his torso was coated in cum from the Naga. The Naga had bitten the human with his ten-inch-long fangs and had punctured through his scapula and they came out of his body right above his chest. Kevin screamed as he came forcefully, his cock painting the walls of the Naga’s vent white with his cum. His load felt small compared to the mess he was painted with from not one but both of the Naga’s hemipenes, as he came from the human’s ministrations to his vent.

Soon though, the two came down from their highs and the Naga let the human out of his maw’s grasp. The human had passed out from the pain soon after he came down from the high of his afterglow. He slumped forward onto the Naga’s chest with a wet SMACK! His wounds were oozing blood. Luckily a Naga’s venom glands responded to voluntary impulses and worked as little chemical factories to turn out whatever effect the Naga needed at any point in time. Richarde had injected Kevin with a local clotting agent and antiseptic which prevented an extreme amount of potentially risky blood loss and infection.

Had Richarde not thought about it, His bite could have had the opposite effect and Kevin could be bleeding and hemorrhaging. Instead, the blood had pooled in the wound and seemed to stay. This was a typical mating bite for male Naga no matter the species. Richarde lay Kevin within his coils as the human seemingly slumbered. “Mmmmarcussss…” The human mumbled in his sleep.

“No…not Marcus, my sweet little morsel. He’s gone to the other side. Sleep now.”

Once again, the Naga looked over this man which had quickly become something more than just a quick lay. He’d become a true companion which he held real affection for. He looked to memorize every feature. He never wanted to forget the face of the man which had quickly eclipsed the love he had held for his late wife.