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Whew ok finally got this chap 4 done over spring break. im really sorry if i kept anyone waiting (i know how annoying it can be). anyway i decided to try something new: put all the smexy stuff in the beginning ^^. that way all the horny people can fap without having to scan through 14 pages of stuff, and the people who want the storyline can read after the yiff. Oh and i made 3 sorta-hidden references to artists i like :P see if you can find them. Ok Nathan=Flamedramon, Brandon=Windragon. dont read if not over 18/21 or if you dont like furry gay-anal awesomeness. What should I do? The same incessant reiteration dominated my thoughts. Morning sunlight pooled on the floor by my bed and gave the whole room a gilded finish. I arched my back and legs a bit, relishing in the stretch, but at the same time tried not to wake the Windragon nuzzling my chest. We were both still naked on the bed and the air held the remnants of musk from last night. I should be enormously happy right now, feeling the soft blond hair and cool hands of Brandon against my chest. So why did my stomach feel like it was filled with lead? My left hand softly stroked Brandon's hair while I mulled. So far, I couldn't see many options. Either I could stay with Brandon, and have the Family totally reject me, which would ruin my future and most likely Brandon's as well. Or I could leave Brandon. But then I looked down at him sleeping soundly, his rising and falling chest against my rib cage, one wing pulled over us. No, I knew, leaving him isn't an option. I simply adored the legendz like nothing else in the world. But that was the same incentive to leave him; staying with me meant certain implications in the future, things he didn't deserve. What should I do? I stared back down at Brandon. That seemed to help. He looked so sweet and cute when he was asleep. The nostrils flared slightly with every breath. Eyes closed and....scrunched? And was he sweating? Suddenly Brandon shot up off of me, sitting up and gasping. He looked down and felt his tummy fervently and leaning over to examine it. Eventually I was able to sputter, "Uh...Brandon?" I was taken back when he whipped his head around and stared at me with wide, scared blue eyes. I reached out a white and blue hand to him, but he shrunk back. I'll admit my heart seized up a bit at that. I let my hand fall. Then his breathing slowed, his eyes turned into something a little more tame. At last his muscles relaxed. "I'm ok," he whispered, a sheen of cold sweat visible on his brow, making his blonde hair cling to his forehead. With visibly trembling limbs he crawled back over to me. As he snuggled back up against my side and into my embrace, his elbow caught the edge of my morning glory. The brush against the sensitive skin resulted in a quiet squeak and involuntary back-arch from me. Brandon peered up quizzically at my movements, then looked down and seemed to take notice of my throbbing erection for the first time. "Oh..." was all that escaped his lips. Then he started to crawl off of my chest. Worried that the morning wood somehow offended him, I started to lean up, words of apology on the edge of my tongue. They were abruptly stolen when Brandon pinned me down by the shoulders and pressed his lips fiercely to mine. My eyes were wide with surprise for the briefest of moments before they lidded, focusing all my attention into the kiss. Jeez it was heaven when he kissed me. My senses went wild and it felt as though my heart was desperately trying to contain a thousand volts of electricity. I glided my tongue against his soft lips, and Brandon replied to my unspoken beg by parting them. I delved into him and set about exploring the smooth concaves of his mouth, while my hands wandered the soft, muscular curves of his sides. I reached down lower still to that cute draconic ass of his. Kneading the muscles, I began to grab and massage the two mounds of flesh. The Windragon moaned around my tongue and started sucking on it even harder. I pulled his backside down, towards me, and groaned lowly when his cock rubbed up against mine, sensitive skin meeting sensitive skin. Evidently Brandon liked it as much as I did, for he started thrusting along my lower body, grinding our members together with mind-clouding pleasure. While he continued thrusting against me, I brought my right hand down to our dancing cocks. I wrapped my hand around them both and held it in place while the legendz thrust both of ours against my palm. My neck arched back and Brandon kissed around my throat. Before either of us could get close to cumming, Brandon retracted his dick from my grasp and lifted himself off of me. Confused as I was in the bliss state of mind, I peeked down to see him crawling backwards to where his mouth was at the edge of my throbbing digihood. He wrapped his hand around the length and jerking me for a few seconds, getting me to full mast. Then closed his maw over the head of my cock. I tossed back my head into the pillow and stifled another moan from escaping my lips. Brandon kept only my head in his mouth while he stroked the rest of my length. The rapture was so consuming I started to grip the sheets and pull at them. Finally Brandon engulfed my entire member without warning. No longer being able to contain my pleasure, I had to open my mouth just to breathe right. "Nnnggh.....mmm Br...B-Brandon," I moaned as he continued to bob up and down my length. Then he threw in jerking me twice every time his maw came up and exposed most of my throbbing cock, before my dick disappeared into his mouth again. He kept this pattern in a steady, not-to-fast pace. Jerk jerk swallow suck jerk jerk swallow suck. Brandon maintained his uncanny ability to keep me on the very edge of cumming. The pressure was building deep in my balls and was close to unleashing. My back was arching far off of the bed and soon I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed his head, taking handfuls of soft blond hair, and started thrusting wildly into it while pulling him down onto me. Every time I was hilted into his mouth, I could feel his throat convulse and swallow when he deep throated me. The extra sensation it provided on the cocktip was finally about to throw me over the edge. Barely containing a howl, I rammed my cock deep into his mouth and emptied my balls down his throat. My cock pulsed again and again as I shot my seed into Brandon. He eagerly swallowed with his tongue lapping against the underside of my shaft, and was getting better because not one tiny drop of my seed escaped his lips. When I was finally coming down off of the orgasm and I could start to breathe easier again, Brandon pulled his maw off of my cock, sucking on the way out, I groaned as the last remnants of my juices were siphoned out of me. I glanced down at Brandon, his sapphire eyes sparkling in the morning light coming through the windows. Though, as with yesterday, his cock was standing at full attention and had yet to blow his own load. I grinned. I can take care of that. Surprisingly, last night had felt better than I could have ever imagined. Brandon was around 7 inches long and thicker than me, so I wasn't sure how it was going to fell when mated me. But after the first initial minutes of stinging and getting used to the pure girth that was being shoved in my ass, it rapidly grew to more than enjoyable. It had even made me cum without any contact, the first time that has ever happened in my entire life. Eager to receive that feeling again, I sat up and leaned forward to Brandon. I drew him into a kiss like the one we had entertained before he decided to entertain me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body into a tight hug while we kissed. I let out a deep breath as we embraced each other. Nothing felt more right that to simply be here with him. All the moments without him these days it seemed like something was missing, and whenever I finally reunited with him, it was as though I could finally let out a breath I could be holding. As I gently pushed the back of his head to me as we kissed, I started to climb down from my camo comforter. Only when I was fully off, still not breaking the kiss, I pulled Brandon off of the bed with me. We stood in the center of my room, holding each other, the golden bars of sunlight illuminating his white skin brightly, making the whole room a bit brighter. Then I turned us around and pulled away from the kiss. I guiltily enjoyed the confusion in his eyes as I pulled away, and after one more, quick peck on his cute snout, I turned around and bent over my bed. I glanced back at him over my shoulder, smirking as I watched him regard my back end, and raised my tail slowly and seductively. He stepped foreword and first wrapped his arms around my torso and licked the nape of my neck. I twisted my head around and nuzzled the side of his cheek, simply adoring my legendz that I never wanted to part with. He sighed and pressed his cheek to mine "You're always so warm." In return I gave him a short lick and pressed my rump back into him. "Well, you know what will be even warmer...." I grinned wryly. "Mmmm" he murred and brought one hand back out of view. Then I felt his finger insert into my tailhole. Out of reflex I tightened, then fought to relax the muscles and let the digit slide in and out. I thought vaguely that this would have been if nice way to start out yesterday. Not that it didn't turn out incredible anyway, but I was already slightly loose from the night before. When Brandon slipped in a second finger I had to start to stretch out again. I moaned as the two fingers pushed against the inside of my inner walls, and gradually overcame my muscles reflexes to clench completely. I gave him another lick on the snout. "Ok hun..... I think I'm ready." He nodded and his weight disappeared from on top of me. When I looked back over my shoulder I saw him take hold of his shaft and guide the white cock underneath my tail. I shuddered as i felt it poke and slide around my pucker, presumably lubing it up with the pre that I knew he was leaking. I clenched my teeth as the lust I felt towards the Windragon grew. He liked teasing, and I knew it would make everything feel better at the end, but in the meantime it drove me the best kind of crazy. When I couldn't stand the teasing much longer, I rocked backwards, encouraging him to start mating me. I could hear him laugh, "What, no begging this time?" I grinned. Shoulda known he would make me beg. I'd get him back later though. "Brandon...MMmm fuck me right now...I need you to mate me like I'm yours" then I felt him lean forward once more and kiss my back between the shoulder blades. "You ARE mine," he whispered, "and I'm never letting go." On that note he drove himself into me with one, penetrating thrust. I moaned loudly as I felt myself being spread over such a thick slab of meat. Brandon's hands clenched my hips with control and he let out a moan louder than my own. He stayed there, balls deep inside me for a moment, both of us breathing hard as we grew accustomed to the new sensations, him probably feeling the heat inside me, myself trying to let my muscles stretch. When he started thrusting, he began with slow, almost intimate pushes. He was just rocking his hips forward, leisurely fucking me as if we had all the time in the world. Thanks to last night, the sting of his member inside me quickly receded and was replaced by waves of pleasure that threatened to push me over the edge sooner than I would allow. He kept that pace and replaced himself to lying on top of me, only moving his hips to push in and out of me. I sighed in ecstasy as I felt the euphoric mixture of both my adoration for Brandon and the overwhelming sensations of the mating. He hugged my stomach to him and rested his head on my back. "Mmm...Oo Na...Nathan....you're soo tight...and hot," he breathed as I could feel his chest rise and fall on my skin. I was about to respond when his right hand traveled over my abs and took hold of my already hardening cock. I cooed at the touch as Brandon quickened his pace of thrusting. Now it was fast enough to where our balls were slapping together with each push. He was timing his strokes with his thrusts, so each time his member brushed up against my prostate, his hand would slide up towards the tip of my leaking cock. Each set of motion was generating more pre as they cooperated. I gripped the sheets hard enough to turn my knuckles white as he started to go even faster and harder. Wanting to feel him even deeper in me, I started to push back every time he impaled me with his member. As his thrusting sped up so did his stroking and soon I was climbing to my peak yet again. Without warning Brandon hoisted my front end up so I was almost standing strait. I yelped in surprise, but immediately started moaning as the shift in position caused him to grind right against the prostate, hard, each time. His pace turned frenzied and he started panting in my ear. "Oooo... god Nathan...I-I'm gonna....NGHH!!" he clamped his mouth shut and pressed his head into my shoulder. With two more, hard, deep, filling thrusts, he rammed up inside me, holding my hips to his, and started pumping spunk into my tailhole. I could feel it filling me up inside and the heat grew in my very center. Not once did he ever stop stroking me, and with the added pleasure from being filled with the only person I ever really cared for, my balls pulled up against my body. "MMMmM!!....I-I'm cumming!" my legs wobbled as the tingle started deep within my lower belly, worked its way past the ball, up the shaft, and finally spurted out rope after rope of hot, draconic seed. My cum shot all over my stomach and the edge of the comforter, and I could feel a bit of Brandon's dripping down my leg. We both stayed in that position, panting, breathing in deep the musk of sex and sweat. My cock, after being spent twice in the span of an hour, finally retreated as I came down off of the mind blowing orgasm. Inside my bowels, I could feel Brandon's doing the same, leaving a slosh of semen and a strange empty feeling. When it was small enough, he brought his hips out and the cock slipped free from my tailhole, along with a sparse amount of his cum. He wrapped his arms around me under my own, and drew his white wings around us both, giving us a white-sun-painted-gold buffer between us and the rest of the world. I sighed deeply, happily, as I enjoyed being held by the person I cared for the most. Behind me I could feel him mimic my sigh then murr. "Nathan, I think I love you more than anything else in the world." Then his muscles went kinda rigid for some reason, but I didn't care. My chest and heart were swelling to the point where my chest almost hurt. I couldn't be happier than I was at that moment, couldn't possibly more peaceful within. "And you, Brandon, mean more than the world to me. You're everything I live for." I whispered back at him. For a second neither of us said a word, then he retracted his wings. I looked back at him in confusion; I, for one, wanted that moment to last forever. When I saw his face, I couldn't understand. He was smiling, but not the normally breathtakingly beautiful one I was growing used to. "Is everything alright?" I asked, slightly worried. He grinned, but again there was something fragile about it. "Yeah, I'm fine." At that moment my stomach complained loudly and quite rudely, but Brandon laughed it off. "Though, you sound a little hungry. How could you possibly be ready for more food after last night?" he added sniggering, then added as afterthought, "or considering what I just pumped into you?" I chuckled. "Are you kidding me? We just did a decent amount of calorie burning right there. I'm ready for another barbeque!" Brandon just snorted and hugged me tight then pulled off of me. "Well let's get dressed and go get something to eat. If your family wasn't such a bunch of pigs, there could be leftovers, but it looks like we'll have to make something." he teased at me. Then he found his clothes. Due to my rather absentminded choice of where to stand when I raised my tail to him, Brandon's clothes had been unfortunately placed between my feet when we started fucking. Of course when I had came, I left some rather noticeable stains all over his attire that had been beneath me and my leaking cock. Brandon held up his shirt, then looked at me with a amused eye. I blushed deeply. "Sorry," I muttered, looking at my pile of clothes, safe and clean at the other end of the bed, "I guess you could borrow some of mine." Brandon smiled again, and this time his azure eyes held their normal radiance. "It's ok hun," he leaned forward and kissed me, "I'll just have to go home sometime today so I can pick up a fresh pair of clothes. I don't know what your parents will think if they see me walking around in your clothes all day." But the mention of my parents brought back unpleasant memories and problems. "Alrighty, sounds good sweetie." I said in measured words. I didn't want to worry him. "I have some family stuff I gotta do tonight anyway. One of my cousins, Sal, came back from this supposedly wild spelunking trip in Canada. Don't worry," I said when I saw his eyes turn down a bit "I'll be back around midnight, so I can come over to your place when I'm done." At that his eyes brightened and he nodded eagerly. So I dug through my closet, found him a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, then we both walked downstairs to find something to eat. * * *

Author's note: that's it for the explicit stuff. hope you enjoyed it, the rest is storyline

• * * "Hit me." I swiped the top card of the deck off with a gloved thumb and laid it down on the wood. King of Hearts. I grinned. "You bust." "BALLS SHIT COCK SUCKER!!" Chris shouted and threw the cards at me. I chuckled while bending down to pick them up. "Bro, keep it down!" I cocked my head for a moment, listening for any noises out of the ordinary. When I heard none, I just smirked and passed the deck of cards to Chris. Still fuming, the Byakko shuffled the cards then flicked two cards at me. I picked them deftly out of the air and took a peek. Ace of Clubs and Five of Diamonds. "Hold 'em," Chris said simply and dealt five cards onto the wood. I took a second to look at them before laying down my cards face up. "Full house. Aces and Eights." Chris stared blankly at the cards I had laid down. Then his furry eyebrows came together in a fierce V and he smacked his cards down. "How the hell do you keep winning, Nate? That's like 9 times in a row now. That's not even statistically probable! You would have to be the luckiest mother fucker I know." I sniggered while he smoldered and picked up the cards. "Pshhhh," I waved him off. "I don't need luck. You shouldn't underestimate me." I breathed the cool air in deep as Chris shuffled again. Then I snorted and realized I should calm him down. "So did I tell you that I think Brandon is trying to trick me into saying the 'L' word?" That seemed to do the trick. His eyebrows shot up and he glanced at me sidelong. "Yeah? How?" I shrugged, "Well, after sex, he keeps-" Chris cut me off by flattening his feline ears against his skull, covering them, and started "Lalalalalalalala"-ing. I paused and frowned at him. He saw me and removed his paws from his ears. "I don't need to hear about your fudge-packing adventures, you peter puffer. Five card draw," Chris said nonchalantly and dealt me five cards. I scowled as I picked them up. "What, you get to tell me about all of your pussy excavations in detail, but I can't mention the word 'sex' without you flipping out?" Chris set down a couple cards. "Dealer is taking two. Well duh. Pussy is normal. I don't care that you and Brandon are touching twinkies, just don't tell me about it. Anyway, he keeps what?" "I'm fine with what I have. Yeah, he keeps saying 'I love you', and it's putting me into very awkward positions." "Do you?" Chris asked with an ascended eyebrow. I grimaced. "Yeah," "Then what's the problem?" I snorted. "You know the problem. If the Institute found out I love him, then I'm in some seriously deep shit. Flush," I mentioned and laid down the hand full of Hearts. A fluffy white flake fell on the top card and melted almost instantly. I looked up to see a torrent of while snow falling down from the nightly heavens. Chris glared at me for a second then his watch started to beep. He peeked at it. "Eleven o'clock already?" then he shivered. "Damn, it's freezing out here. I didn't expect it to snow." I sighed heavily as I stood up. Sitting on my heels for an hour might not have been the smartest idea. I picked up the deck of cards from the shorn tree trunk we had been playing off of. When Chris convulsed again I rolled my eyes and peeled off the black tactical jacket I was wearing. Now I was only wearing the skin tight black shirt that only covered my upper torso and black combat shorts. I tossed the jacket to him and it landed on his furry head. "Here, now quit your bitchin." He pulled the jacket off of his head and shoved his arms through the sleeves. "Thanks man. Did you want your flashbangs?" he offered the grenades to me. I shook my head and pulled out my wakizashis that I had impaled in the ground. With a quick whip to fling the dirt off of the blade, I turned to the SkyTech headquarters that glowed against the night sky. "So you know your corpse?" I questioned as we walked out of the forest that occupied the acres north of the SkyTech building. The razor-topped fence that surrounded the SkyTech property was the defining line where the ground went from the dirt of the woods to the concrete of civilization. "Yup. Daisuke Rin. 43 year old japanese Lobomon that will most likely be on the 38th floor, west wing. He has a habit of smoking and won't be any threat." Now it was my turn to raise a brow. "Wow. You really did read his dossier, didn't you?" "Duh. Didn't you read up on your corpse?" I shook my head, "Nope. His name is Faire and that's all I need to know." Chris snorted. "Oh yeah, Mr. I-have-so-much-more-experience. I know I'm not half as good as you are, but shouldn't you at least know your target?" "I'll know when I find him," I said simply. I would too. CEO's always have a certain air around them. Not to mention that Fonde will mostly likely to be surrounded by a lot of guards. "So will you be able to get the secondary done?" "Yeah no prob," the Byakko waved me off as we approached the fence. "I looked at the blue prints for the building, so I'll hit the security and records room after my corpse lives up to his label. Hey don't you think it's weird that the Art Institute has given us so many free passes lately?" I frowned and nodded. "Yeah I did. Not that I mind too much, but I haven't had a simple poisoning in a while. So either they're getting really reckless, or the Terrapost is paying us a lot of money to make these things public. You ready?" I asked as we reached the 10 foot tall fence. Chris nodded. We both stretched our legs, and let the old ancestral genes take over as our legs formed the extra knee. With a simple crouch and extension, we went sailing over 10 feet of wire and razor like nothing. Of course the surprise was the shrieking alarms that sounded as soon as we touched down on the other side. I sighed. "Did the dossier mention anything about heat sensors around the perimeter?" "Not a word." "Well," I drew myself up and grinned as the doors of the large glass building started blasting open, with SkyTech's own personal soldiers marching out. "This will definitely be interesting." Chris stared at me with wide eyes. "You aren't the least bit worried that SkyTech's whole army knows we're here?!" I shook my head. "No, it makes it all the deal more fun! Hell, I could almost do this without my swords." "Then can I use your swords?" "No." "When you die, then can I use your swords?" "Yes." I crouched and faced the oncoming waves of soldiers, all of them checking the fences for the intruders, aka us. For the moment though, they couldn't see us, thanks to our dark clothing. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket and started looking through my 'iKill' playlist. Sinner by Drowning Pool? Nah not quite right. Move by Thousand Foot Krutch? Also didn't seem to fit my mood. Mudvayne, no. All That Remains, no. I looked through the entire playlist and groaned when I found nothing to fit the moment. Chris nudged my arm, "Dude, I think they see us." Without looking I pushed his paw away. "Yeah yeah yeah, hold on," then I paused. I hit the 'back' button and instead touched the 'Brandon' playlist. The first song on the playlist instantly stuck that inner chord that I needed to hear. I smiled slightly and put the earbuds in as All The Right Moves turned on. I straightened up and looked at the 10 armed furs that were charging us with guns leveled on us. I gripped the midnight black wakizashi in my hand. I balanced and on the balls of my feet, letting my ankles become the second knee, and with a brief flex, the world disappeared into a blur. I stood on the concrete with my eyes closed, face turned upwards to feel the snow falling on it. Gravel crunched under my feet as I turned. They chilled like pinpricks against my cheeks and tickled my eyelids for a split second before melting. Looking down the barrel. Had to move. It reminded me a lot of the cool chill I had felt the first night with Brandon. I had woken up in bed without feeling him in my arms and saw him sitting silently on my windowsill. The guard's face morphed into agony as the sword descended on him. Standing there next to him that quiet cold night had been pure tranquility. Of course now, with the alarms blaring, it was nowhere close to peaceful, but if I concentrated real hard I could make them disappear and all the memories of what I just did disappear. I bet my parents didn't have this problem when they took out the first CEO, I thought lazily "Hey Nate?" I sighed; that one couldn't be ignored. I opened my eyes to look at the Byakko, traces of blood smeared into his usually pristine black and white fur coat. Chris was looking at me with concern. "Why didn't you kill any of them?" he asked with his issue sword dripping red in his paw. I looked out at the bodies strewn across the concrete courtyard surrounding the SkyTech building. Then I looked at the black wakizashi in my right hand. Normally by now it would be dripping with the lives of at least twenty or so guards. I honestly didn't know why I had reversed the hold on the blade and had settled with knocking out every soldier that had the misfortune to encounter me. But I had to make something up for Chris. I looked at him and expertly painted a teasing grin on my face. "I just felt like I needed a challenge. Anyone idiot with a sword can cut someone. It takes skill to just knock them silly." He looked at me with disbelief then said, "You are lucky enough to get amazing swords like that, and all you feel like doing is hitting people with the flat of the blade? Friggen asshole." I grinned genuinely this time at his impatience. I looked at the black and white blades in my hands. True, there was no denying they were magnificent. One shown pure silver, like the fang from a dragon, while the other was blacker than night. Even with no crossguards, they were some of the most expensive swords in the world. I had gotten them for my 13th birthday. My parents had spent a fortune on the twin blades, ordering them exclusive from a little known swordsmith master in Lao Shan. After four years of fairly extensive use they still hadn't come close to ever needing sharpening, thanks to their special alloy properties. That wasn't the only unique quality about them either. Though after all these years, I had never gotten around to naming them...but there was no denying the complete beauty of the twins that could eave such annihilation. "How are the entrances?" I questioned. One of Chris' feline ears swiveled to the side. He listened for a brief second. "About twenty at the front door. I hear guns cocking, so they're armed," his ears swiveled again. "Side maintenance has only two. I'm guessing we're going with that one?" I grinned and clapped him on the shoulder, enjoying to a certain extent how he jumped due to the surprise and raw nerves. "Well, my friend, this is the part where you take notes from your sempai's experience; thinking outside the box." I looked pointedly up at the glass side of the building. "What occupies the third floor of the HQ?" I asked, a little vexed that I had to rely on his blue print knowledge. The Institute had asked me to let Chris get as much experience as possible, but it was still sloppy of me to not read up on the corpse or layout. "The third floor is entirely credit and accounting." "So not much security?" "Almost none. Should I use the first emp?" "It's E.M.P." "Yeah, emp." I couldn't contain the exasperated smile and nodded. "Yeah, fire it off." He dug the flat metallic disk from his combat short's pocket. It was the size of a hockey puck and was devoid of any details except from the one, blue button on the top. Chris pressed the button and tossed it to the base of the building. For five seconds nothing happened, then the devise started to emit a soft electrical whine, and then the entire building joined the night into the dangerous depths of darkness. The security camera stationed around the edges of the building powered down. "Back up generators will be on in thirty seconds," my furry companion informed me. I gave a short nod and, with exuberance and flourish, unsheathed my twin blades. I crouched down low, again letting my body's hereditary memories show me what to do. When my ankles felt more like second knees, I flexed and uncoiled, flinging myself into the night air. Snow flakes shot downwards as I flew up. In less than a second, I arrived at the top of my jump, right in front of a third floor window. Before I could descend, I thrust the midnight wakizashi into the small gap between the metal and glass. I heard it crack and pierce plastic. The sword caught and I held on tight, swaying right next to the window. After a quick peek inside, and seeing no movement, I hefted the other blade. I brought it up and jabbed the tip into the glass. It didn't penetrate entirely, maybe just a centimeter into the glass. I took a brief breath and started to carve into the building side. My arms bulged as I tried to keep the careful pressure while cutting the oblong oval. The high-pitched shriek it produced set my teeth on edge and I prayed that there wasn't anyone who had felt like working late for the accounting department. Finally I drew the blade's point across the divot where I had initially jabbed the wakizashi. With a sigh of relief, I withdrew the silver sword. Taking a few seconds of rest, I hung swaying in the red and snowy night. Then I brought the sword up once more, and slammed the butt of the hilt into the center of the carved oval. It cracked and splintered from the contact, but thankfully slid into the room, where it broke on the carpeted floor with only a soft tinkling noise. Immediately Chris' furry form blurred past and disappeared through the carved hole. I swung in after him, wrenching my blade from the side of the building, just as there was a brief hum and the lights flickered back on. We both stayed crouched low in the labyrinth of cubicles. I watched Chris as his ears flicked in all directions, like a radar looking for a signal. At last he let a breath out, and I took it as a sign that I could do the same. We both peered over the tops of the cubicle. No one was in sight. "Whew...ok," I straightened up and wiped off some of the snow that had accumulated on my shoulders and head. "So the rest shouldn't be too bad. You know what floor your corpse is on?" Chris gave a quick shake, the tremor starting from his and ending with a few flicks of his tail, and all the snow that had been in his fur fell around his paws. "Yeah Daisuke Rin is on the 31st floor. Yours is on the top floor and has an impossible security system." I snorted, "Of course, how very alpha of him to be at the top. Ok, we should make sure the watches didn't get busted by the E.M.P." I brought up the thin strap around my left wrist. "Alright, you know blue means your corpse lived up to his title, green means that you wiped the security, red means you fucked up." Chris grinned, his Byakko fangs gleaming in the fluorescent light. "No worries dude, you'll only be seeing the first two colors." "Well then," I stuck out my blue and white hand. Chris grasped it with his blood soaked paw. "I'll meet you back at the stump. Good luck bro." "Thanks Nate." For a short moment his tone and expression spoke of utter professionalism. Naturally, being Chris, it couldn't last long and he broke into his characteristic enthusiastic grin. "Hey try not to die, huh? I would hate to have to tell your mom and dad that their prodigy child was killed trying to take out some French dude." I scoffed and slugged him one in good nature. "As if such were possible. No power in the 'verse can stop me," quoting our favorite TV show. Javier Faire unleashed a very impressive string of curses in his native language. He paced in his suite/office. Of all the three chairman that had been running SkyTech, Javier knew that had the most exquisite taste in furnishing, and designed his pad to accompany his feng shui. Even thought it was technically the top floor, its high ceiling occupied the space of three normal floors, leaving a lot open area. At the moment, it was mostly dark. Since the building was running on backup power, it was designed to divert most of the lighting power to the security systems. Faire grinned impishly, his yellow shining pristinely in the dull back up lighting. The other chairmen had ridiculed him for spending his shares so lavishly, but in the end it had resulted in one of the best security layouts, peering those of high end casino vaults. Javier paused by the mirror next to an Elizabethan rosewood cabinet with a dark goose posed in mid-flight on top. He straightened his suit, allowing the collar of white fur to spill over the neck of the suit. He turned away, satisfied with his appearance, and picked up the remote for the 63 inch widescreen on the wall. Faire jammed a few buttons, but to no avail as an image refused to show on the screen. He sneered in disgust. When were those techies going to fix the power? With another bout of French cursing, the chairman flung the heavy remote behind him. There was a soft 'shiuk' noise and then two distinct thuds. Faire's tall ears perked. Two thuds from one remote? Javier turned slowly on his heel. Kneeling in the shadows of the corner was a dark clad figure, holding a short silver blade in one hand and a black one in the other. A white wire led up to his neck, where they split and headphones where plugged under blue earhorns. Dead, blood-colored eyes stared back at him. Two halves of the remote lay on either side of the dark intruder. This time Faire switched to English for one simple swear. "Fuck." I rose from my crouch, trying to keep a calm exterior, but inwardly I was pissed at myself. How lucky was this guy that he randomly was able to throw a remote control right at my face? I had reflexively brought up my sword and didn't realize until after the two halves had landed that I had screwed up bad. As I turned down the volume of my iPod, I tried to morph my attitude into the demeanor I was displaying. I needed to keep calm and collected. I might have been discovered, but I was still in charge of this situation. There was no way he could match my speed, and he was unarmed. I berated myself again though. What species was Faire? It looked familiar, but I couldn't place that yellow and white fur. It was close to a Renamon, but he lacked the distinct markings on the face. I had no idea if he had any family talents. Javier interrupted my pondering, breaking the dead silence that had been occupied between us. "How deed you get een?" he asked, his French accent extremely pronounced, not to mention pissed. "There vas but one door to zees level, and eet had bio-recognition and reinforced titaneeum locks an-" I took one step forward, which was sufficient enough to shut him up. "And while that would certainly deter someone who was in the habit of using doors, but I believe you have more pressing matters to attend to than upgrading your security measures." I stopped when the panel on my watch flashed blue once. I grinned down at it, pride slightly swelling in my chest. Good job Chris. I glanced back up at Javier, who was also staring at my watch. "What was zat, a bomb?" he asked wide-eyed. I paused for a moment, then mentally shrugged. Chris hadn't completed the secondary yet and Faire was going to die in any case. I guess there's no reason why I couldn't tell him. It was something to keep me occupied in the meantime. "No that is not a bomb," I explained. "It's a communicator for my partner that I'm training. The blue light means that he's completed his portion of the operation." Javier was still rooted to his spot, leering at me warily. "What operation?" "It means he's killed Daisuke Rin." Javier finally unfroze. His jaw dropped and he stumbled, catching himself on a very old looking cabinet. His yellow eyes fell to the floor. "Daisuke...ees dead?" Javier muttered. "I've known heem for 23 years...we built SkyTech." My heart tugged. "I'm sorry." Then I froze. Did I seriously just say that?! No way I just said 'I'm sorry' to the person I'm about to kill. I clenched my eyes shut and reviewed the lessons I was taught when I turned 9. Life isn't important. Life is simple the bioelectrical impulses moving from the brain to the body, nothing more. Our job was to simply stop those impulses. That is what my training consists of. Stopping the flow of electricity. ..................But was Brandon just a flow of electricity?......No.....He meant more to me than anything possibly could. Crap this wasn't working. I opened my eyes to find Faire still slumped against the cabinet. I had to end this soon, before I made yet another mistake. I stepped forward and Javier's eyes snapped up. He held his hands out as if he could stop me with them. "Nonono, wait WAIT! Why do you do zees?" That made me pause again. "Because I get paid a lot to stop your body from functioning. Nothing more." Javier's face lit in hope. "You want monee? I have monee! I am one of ze...ze only CEO of SkyTech. You don't keel me, you can have milleeons! You would nevar have to work against!" But I was already shaking my head. "No. I keep you alive, I get some very dangerous people mad at me," then I thought of my situation with Brandon. "Of course, they're probably already pissed," I finished under my breath. But Javier wasn't about to give up. "No no no, you could buy your way out! I will give you milleeons. Oh and how about zees?" He started to reach into the inside pocket of his suit. I immediately crouched and was ready to behead him in half a second, even though the prospect of buying my freedom was intriguing, even making me hopeful. If these was any chance I could just live the rest of my life happily with Brandon, I would take it. With his other hand, he held it up in a stop sign. "Wait! Zees ees a priceless familee heirloom. Eet ees an old, old coin." Chris sidestepped the growing pool of dark liquid seeping from the security guard. Once he was safe around it, he pulled open the door to the security room. The room was about the size of a cargo container, and the entire left wall was glowing fluorescent with monitors. Most of them were motionless, either empty or filled with a few stoic bodies. Two or three showed the bottom floor, where there were still a team of guards watching the doors. One monitor near the top caught his attention though. When Chris walked up to it and squinted he could make out Nate and some other person standing with his upper half offscreen. Nate hasn't killed him yet? Was the chairman armed? Chris looked closer and couldn't see anything in the form's hands. Why doesn't Nate just end his corpse? Then the CEO stepped forward and pulled something out of his suit pocket. Chris' eyes widened when he saw the coin and the CEO. He gripped the monitor in his paws. "Nate! Get the FUCK outta there!! He's a Hypno!" he shouted at the screen. Then Javier Faire dropped the coin, and it dangled and swung on a string. The gold medallion swung on the string and glinted in the dim lighting. Once my eyes locked onto it, they refused to look away. It consumed. It engulfed. It devoured my entire being. That coin was my thoughts. Every etch, every odd rune on its surface was being branded into me. It went back and forth through the air, leaving afterimages of itself in its wake. After what seemed like an eternity, my senses gradually started to return. The faintly lit room, the handles of the twin blades in my hands, the beating of my heart. I tried to open my mouth, but it felt as though it was clamped shut with a vice. Tried to bring up a hand, nothing. Kick, punch, step, yell...all useless. My body refused its owner's requests. I breathed deep as I realized it was hypnosis. Hypnosis. Hypno. Javier Faire was a Hypno. Shit. "Ah, you have realized it, yes?" Faire straightened up from his previously cowering position. He tucked the coin back into his suit pocket. "Yes, you have been heepnotized. I really must thank you for giving me ze opportunity." He sneered down at me with lambent yellow eyes. "But, just to make sure, raise your right hand." My hand moved up, still holding the wakizashi, as if it were attached to a pulley system. Faire clapped his hands and practically squealed in delight. "Oh eet never fails to entertain me, zees coin of mine," Faire continued, "Stand up straight." My muscles complied. Shit, I thought. I messed up. Bad. Though I was calm. I knew it was simply the end of my electronic impulses. Then the beautiful face of a Windragon flooded my thoughts....God it would hurt Brandon so much if I died here. _ I don't want to die_. Realizing it stunned me even more than the fact that I had let myself get hypnotized. Before I could think any more, Faire continued with his ranting, "You know, you have caused me quite ze bit of trouble. I am sure you know, you must die." He started pacing around me, then paused and strode forward to examine the wakizashi I held. "Zees are really quite stunning weapons. Zey remind me of a decorative set Daisuke had in his flat...I'm sorry, Nameless One, but I simply must have zem." He started to pry them from my fingers then paused again. His face became pensive. "Though, you have also helped mee. You eliminated the other two chairmen, leaving ze entire corporation to me. Zat generosity cannot be overlooked." He thought for a moment longer, then clapped his hands. "I know! You may keep one." His eyes sparkled as if he was proud of the justice he had wrought. "Drop ze silver one." The fingers of my left hand uncurled and the wakizashi fell to the ground. It hit the floor, a bell-like chime peeling through the air. Why did it sound so loud and foreboding? Oh that's right, cause I was gonna die. Somewhere I thought, Sorry Chris, I guess I lied about letting you have these. "Ahhh," Faire smiled happily as he picked up my fallen blade. "I must admit, I have a weakness for things zat shine. That," he gestured to my dark wakizashi, "while pretty, is far too matte." He regarded my white sword with enthusiasm. Then he turned his gaze back to me. "You know, in Daisuke's country, when men had failed at their duties in ze extreme measure you have, they would impale zemselves on their swords." My breath shortened. This was it. But I couldn't die! I couldn't do that to Brandon. My pulse became rapid, for the first time feeling the panic that one should feel. Faire strolled up to me and grabbed my chin roughly in his paws. He brought his yellow eyes on level with mine and I was forced to look into their depths. "You really are extraordinary, you know? I can see eet een your eyes." He brought his lips to mine and met in a kiss. He pulled away and regarded me again. "I almost feel bad doing zees," he spoke lowly, "But killing Daisuke....zat was unforgivable." He stood away and watched me solemnly. Then he spoke those three short words. "Run yourself through." And my eyes went wide as my blade bit deep into my stomach. DuhduhDUUUUHHH. i know, sad stuff. unfortunately the next chapter will be pretty serious; which means i'll try to get some yiff in there if i can but no promises. also the next chapter will probly be the last....for this arc. i might do some tangent stories later or some completely unrelated. idk. anyway, we're coming in on the home stretch. i really appreciate the faves and watches and all the stuff you guys have done ^^, you guys are made of win.