Disposing of Sharps
"Gawn, get in!"
"There's no need to shove," the scruffy coyote said, keeping his head high as he stepped through the doorway. "I merely wanted to inspect the premises before..."
"Get in!" The bear set a paw against the small of his back and shoved, sending the coyote stumbling forward.
The door slammed behind him with the loud snap of a lock as the coyote turned around, straightening the simple grey cotton jumpsuit he wore. He glanced around, looking out of the two barred windows at the green lawn beyond. The room was sparsely furnished; a lizard playing cards with a black fox, both wearing similar grey jumpsuits, looked up from a card table. A shaft of sunlight from the window illuminated the cards in a simple layout between them, though Miles wasn't familiar with the game. Against the wall, two more inmates lay on a couch, but the coyote didn't take the time to examine them more closely. "Ah, someone new," the lizard said in a quiet voice with a trace of a Japanese accent. "You would be Doc Revolution, am I right?"
"Doctor Miles Revolution," the coyote said, turning, and his ears flicked as he lost the stiffness in his tone. "Hey! You're Cold-Blooded Katanoku!"
The lizard inclined his head. "At your service."
Miles turned to the fox, and his eyes widened further. "And you...you're Shadow, aren't you?"
The fox smiled and waved a paw. "Please. In here, you can call me Jerry."
"I didn't even know you'd been caught," Miles said. He pulled a chair up to the table. "May I?"
The lizard waved assent while the fox nodded. "Six months ago. They're trying to get the rest of S.H.A.D.O.W., so they kept my capture quiet."
"Wow." The coyote ducked his head and flicked his ears. "Can I ask...who...?"
The fox and lizard shared a grin, and the fox replied. "Same guy who brought you in."
The coyote's mouth hung open for a second, then snapped shut. "Red Sharp? How did you know?"
The lizard grinned. "We still have information. Jerry gets letters from S.H.A.D.O.W., and the lovebirds over there have contacts in the business as well." He jerked a claw towards the couch, where a young white lion lay with his head in the lap of a heavyset older white tiger.
Miles looked over at them. "Wow, Royce and Sanford. They're legends." He glanced at the lizard. "Red Sharp got them too?"
"Yup." Jerry tapped the table with a claw, and Katanoku said, "Sorry." He played a card.
"So everyone here was captured by Red Sharp?"
"Yup," the black fox said.
"Well." The coyote puffed up his chest as much as he could, and folded his arms. "Then I think you'll all be very interested to hear my story."
"Sure," Katanoku said. "As soon as we finish this hand." He laid down another card.
*
"Well, Doctor Revolution, you seem to have the advantage of me."
The slender red fox spoke in a precise, cultured voice with a British accent. Despite the fact that both paws were tied behind his back and both ankles tied together, he sat very properly in the chair, as though he were a guest and not a prisoner. Even his tuxedo with the trademark red handkerchief looked immaculate, with not a single reddish hair straying onto the pure black cloth.
The coyote's white medical coat, by contrast, was covered with brownish hairs. He brushed absently at them with a paw. "I certainly do," he sneered. "And may I say that I never expected to catch such a celebrated "secret" agent on only the second try. You only managed to disable five of my robots?"
The fox shrugged elegantly. "You did an excellent job programming them. Very smart AI. I guess all those years you spent alone in your room at Forester U. paid off."
"Alone in my...well, yes. I had to be alone in order to build my great plan for world domination. You can't just wake up one morning and decide to take over the world, you know. It takes planning, and budgeting."
"Oh, I'm sure." The red fox inclined his head, letting his amber eyes travel over the coyote. "I'm sure you could've had a date if you'd wanted to."
"Of course I could have," the coyote snapped. "Sure. But I wanted something more from my life. While you were out gallivanting with a vixen on each arm, I was devoting myself to a higher cause!"
"Oh," the fox said quietly, "I didn't gallivant with vixens. No, indeed."
The coyote stared at him and then laughed derisively. "I'm not an idiot, Sharp," he said. "So you noticed that all my assistants are young, handsome, and male, and you think maybe if I think you're gay that it'll create some bond between us? Maybe convince me to spare your worthless life?"
"Or maybe my nose works," the fox said, arching one eyebrow. "Hard to conceal your attraction from another canid, wouldn't you say?"
"Ha!" Miles said, pointing a finger at the fox. He had no idea why his hand was trembling. "Then if you're really gay, I should be able to tell, shouldn't I? Why can't I smell it on you?"
"Come closer," the fox said, lifting his muzzle.
The coyote hesitated, and the fox grinned at him. "Oh, come now, Doctor. I'm bound and helpless. What could I possibly do to you?"
Miles took a step forward, nose thrust out in front of him. "I don't trust you," he said.
The fox smiled. "Nor should you. But I can't help but think...if I'd met you in college, maybe you wouldn't have had to go to all this trouble just to get a handsome fellow in your bedroom."
"This isn't exactly a bedroom." Miles gestured to the bare walls, taking a step closer anyway. His nose dilated as he inhaled the air around the fox.
"Any port in a storm," the fox said lightly. "Wouldn't you say?" He tilted his head as Miles approached, almost as if he were exposing his throat. His eyes never strayed from the coyote's.
Miles could smell him now, and there was no mistaking his arousal. For sure, the fox was really turned on by him. His mind whirled. Maybe he had become a secret agent because of the thrill of danger. Maybe it was being tied up that was doing it. Or maybe...maybe...it was Miles himself.
He realized that he'd been staring at the fox for a full minute without speaking. Not only that; he couldn't remember the last thing the fox had said. He wasn't used to feeling stupid. "What?"
When the fox turned his muzzle, their noses were so close that Miles could smell his breath, sweet and musky. "I said, any port..." he shaped the words with his lips, and paused before finishing, "in a storm."
It took a second for Miles to register that his pants were getting uncomfortably tight. When this happened around his assistants, he growled orders at them, sent them all away, and retreated to his bedroom to give himself a private release. It occurred to him now, though, that the fox was his prisoner, and moreover, would be dead soon anyway, so there was no reason to worry about what he thought or what impression it would make for him to do whatever he wanted to the captive vulpine.
"All right," he snarled. "If you are indeed what you say, then I'll give you a little treat." He pulled the fox forward, forcing him to stand up. "Lift your arms," he ordered, and pulled the chair out from under the fox when he complied. "Now, down on all fours."
"Rather difficult at the moment, actually," the fox said, wriggling his tied wrists.
Miles's blood was racing and his erection demanded immediate attention. "Fine," he said, and untied the rope. "But keep your paws on the floor or I'll wring your neck."
"Of course," the fox murmured, and got down on all fours.
Miles watched the bushy tail lift high up in the air, his breath coming hard and ragged already. He wanted to make this last longer, to humiliate the fox, but his body wouldn't let him take too long, he knew. Well, fine. He could humiliate him again later. And again and again, if he wanted.
That thought set his paws to trembling again. He dropped to his knees and reached around, ripping the fastening of the pants and yanking them down to the fox's knees. He traced the tight, slender lines of the exposed rump, brushing the lines where the red fur disappeared into white, and then grabbing the dangling sac that hung between the legs. It felt nice and full, and the fox jumped satisfactorily when his paw closed around it. It had been a long time since he'd held someone else's balls in his paw.
With his other paw, he opened his own pants, letting his straining shaft out into the air. It was almost painful, it was so hard, and looking at the little hole under the raised tail wasn't helping any. He licked his fingers, getting them good and slick, and then thrust one roughly into the fox, getting another rewarding jump from the slender body.
"I'd think," the fox said, panting, "that such a renowned scientist as yourself might have something a little more sophisticated."
"You don't deserve anything sophisticated," Miles snarled, liking the tight muscular clench around his finger as he jammed it in and out.
"Surely you do, though."
"When it's my turn, I'll get something better." He swirled his finger around, sliding it in and out, and then pushed a second slick digit in beside the first. "You're not supposed to be enjoying this."
"Oh, why not?" the fox said. "Isn't it more pleasant if we both have a good time?"
"I'm not in the business of being pleasant," Miles snapped.
"Mmm, so I see."
He couldn't wait any longer. He licked his paws and coated his shaft with saliva. He didn't want to run all the way back to his room for his high-grade lube.
The fox cleared his throat. "Ahem."
"What?" He froze despite himself, kneeling behind the bare rear.
"If you search my effects-the ones over there in the pile in the corner-you will find a small black bottle. It contains a small amount of biodegradable oil, intended to help evade pursuit by reducing the friction on the ground, but I think in this case it will serve another purpose just as well. Don't worry," he said, "it's not toxic."
Torn between urgent need and the desire for a little more comfort, Miles panted for a second and then got to his feet and stalked over to the pile of gadgets. He found the black bottle easily and popped the lid off. It didn't smell like anything. He put a dab on his finger and rubbed it, and it certainly seemed good and slippery, and it didn't burn his fingers.
He stalked back over to the fox and dropped to his knees again. Tipping the bottle over his paws, he collected enough of the clear fluid to cover his shaft and, as an afterthought, shoved his slick fingers back under the bushy red tail. The fox's body shuddered again, and Miles grinned. "Now for the main event, fox," he said, and without any preamble, set his shaft against the hole and shoved himself in.
His knot was already thick and hard, and after a few thrusts he felt the need building inside him. Too soon, he thought, but there wasn't much he was going to be able to do about it. He could get his knot in there, though, and so he pushed hard, stretching the tight tail hole. Slowly, he felt himself sliding in, and the fox did whimper, but rather than fighting, he seemed to be relaxing, and then Miles's keys jingled as one paw reached back past his belt to grab his butt and press him in even harder.
"Oh...shit!" he yelped as his knot popped into the fox. Immediately, the muscles in the fox's rear clenched around him, holding him in place as his hips jerked back and forth. "Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck," he said, barely aware of the profanities, as if it were his hard-on talking through his muzzle. "Oh my fucking sweet...oh god, oh god, ohhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
He howled and gripped the fox's sides tightly, claws digging in as he felt his whole body convulse and empty into his enemy, waves of pleasure pouring out and pounding him against that smooth red and white shore. He dimly felt the fox's paw return to the ground, pressed harder against him and bore him to the ground, still moaning and yelping from his climax.
It seemed hours later that he finally relaxed. He pulled back and squeaked as his knot popped out, pulling his shaft the rest of the way with it. Panting, he sat back on his haunches and looked at the fox, lying on the ground with his pants around his knees and his paws under his chest. He'd turned to smile at the coyote. "Can't a chap get a reacharound?" he said.
Miles barked a sharp laugh. "Maybe next time. If you're that good again. Now put your paws over your tail."
The fox wiped his muzzle and then set both his paws behind his tail. Miles found the rope under the discarded chair, and tied the fox up again. He should put him back in the chair, he knew, but he really just wanted to go sleep. It didn't matter if the fox was tied up on the floor or in a chair anyway. He'd be harmless.
He got to his feet unsteadily. "All right. Thanks for the ride. I'll be back tomorrow," he said.
At the door, he turned, but the fox was just looking at him. "What, no glib retort? You disappoint me," he said mockingly. Satisfaction swelled in his chest as he closed the door behind him, walked back to his bedroom, and lay down on the bed. Maybe he'd keep the fox, he thought as he drifted off to sleep. He'd be a good plaything. Red Sharp, Doctor Revolution's sex toy. It had a nice ring to it...
*
"So after I stripped him, I gave it to him nice and hard, right under the tail." The coyote leaned back, grinning, and looked around the room.
The lizard chuckled, and dealt another hand out. Jerry grinned at the coyote, and from across the room, the tiger said, "What happened then?"
Miles shifted, his ears folding back slightly. "Well, uh, I went back to my room and took a short nap." Nobody said anything. After a moment, he went on. "I guess, uh, while I was giving it to him, the electronic key must've fallen off my belt, or something...anyway, he got out of the cell, reprogrammed my robot army, trapped my henchmen, disabled the mobile irradiator, and stopped my DOS attack on the NATO governments' networks."
"All while you were napping?" Jerry said.
Miles felt his cheeks flush. "I was tired," he said defensively. "But I got to have my way with Red Sharp! Took that cute little fox behind and just...unh!" He made a humping gesture with his paws towards his hips. "How many of you can say that?"
Katanoku looked across the card table at Jerry. "What was it with you, Jerry? Oh, right, the mints."
"Yeah." The black fox grinned wryly. "Damn things. He popped one himself and then offered me one. Only mine had a narcotic in it. Knocked me cold."
The lizard turned to Miles and smiled. "Post-coital cigarettes for me. We're sitting there smoking, very civilized, and then he takes a casual drag and squeezes the end, and blows up my control panel." He shook his head. "I suppose I shouldn't have taken him in the control room like that, but where else are you going to get privacy in a lair? Don't want a henchman to pop in on you all of a sudden."
Miles gaped. "You mean...you all..."
"We thought we had him last time," the white tiger said. "I held a gun on him while Sanford did his thing on the little tail-raiser. But he's got such a nice mouth, too, and he looked so inviting with that tongue lolling out...and then he had my gun." He shrugged. "Well, maybe third time will be the charm."
"Third time?" Miles looked around.
Jerry held up two fingers, and Katanoku, looking abashed, held up four. "I was his first capture," the lizard said. "That was back at my island volcano lair, with the winged squirrels, remember?"
The black fox nodded. "Yeah, I saw the pictures. Great program. Little far from the mainland for the squirrels, though."
Katanoku shrugged. "We were breeding them stronger. Eventually they could have reached it. Anyway, there's a lesson for you," he said, turning to Miles. "Never use a tropical island base. Too romantic."
Miles shook his head, his ears coming back up. "Wait a minute. So you all...he captured all of you by having sex with you? Repeatedly??" He looked around at the nodding heads and smiles, and slammed his fist on the table, making the cards jump. "That little slut!"
"Well," Royce called from the couch, "why do you think they keep sending him after the gay supervillains? We escape, he comes after us, and I swear we keep saying 'this time we'll just kill him,' but he's just so...sexy."
"Plus he's in disguise sometimes," Sanford yawned. "Couple times I just thought, man, who's the hottie? Even Royce didn't recognize him the one time."
"Are we really all that shallow?" Miles said, looking around. "I mean, what does it say about us that we fall for the same piece of ass every time?"
"Oh, you should meet the South Wing," Jerry said. "They've got, what, thirty guys in there, all captured by Dead Ringer."
"Who?" Miles stared at him blankly.
"Didn't you get the supervillain's file on secret agents?" the tiger called from the couch. "Oh, it's essential. You have to get it next time."
The black fox grinned. "She's a raccoon secret agent. Apparently very hot. They fall for her right and left. One guy, Kevin the Killer, I think, he's been captured by her like twelve times." He patted Miles's paw. "Don't worry. It's not so bad in here. Where'd you get the robot army from? Matsu or Schonnenfuhr?"
"Uh..." The coyote looked back at the fox. "Matsu. I mean, I got the parts from them. Did the programming myself though."
"Nice. You know, S.H.A.D.O.W. could use a good robot programmer. Maybe when we get out of here...?"
"Oh, uh, thanks, but I kind of like working alone..."
"Hey, I understand," Jerry said. "I keep trying to get Katanoku here, but he's got an independent streak too, and he keeps going with these mutants. I tell him, electronics is the way to go..."
"Your electronics are subject to radiation interference," Katanoku said pleasantly, "and costly to replace. Mutants are much more efficient. They make their own replacements."
"Which you have to wait for, until they mature." Jerry grinned, and then winked at Miles. "Plus, you know, if you join me, maybe we could get that fox in a nice three-way before he puts us back in here."
The coyote had a sudden image of that, and adjusted his jumpsuit as blood surged to his sheath. "Uh," he said, "You know, maybe some kind of partnership..."
Jerry grinned. Katanoku said, "You never mentioned a three-way with me."
"It's a canid thing," Jerry said. "Sorry, Kata, you don't really do it for me." He gave Miles a sly smile, which left the coyote wondering if he might get some vulpine action after all.
"Speciesist," the lizard said, but didn't seem all that upset about it. He and Jerry finished their hand, and Miles sat back, watching the game. He thought about the fox, and about his grandiose schemes. Really, he wasn't in such bad shape. His backups hadn't been found, and he had four more bank accounts that he'd never tapped. He could get out of here...get the fox to come after him...
He grinned at Jerry, and got a smile in return. Maybe between the two of them, they could finally capture Red Sharp and keep him at their mercy for good.
Planning already, he leaned back and closed his eyes. The light of the window shone red into the darkness behind his eyelids, like the bright red tail of a fox dangling just beyond his reach.