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Working with Criminals

Chapter 4: The Deepening

For Taiko

By Draconicon

His Nor?

That was the first thought to pop into the mule's head when he finally got over being kissed by the Great Dane, but it was a fairly significant one. The fact that the Lord in Lavender still thought that he was the Nor that belonged to this universe meant that he wasn't completely doomed just yet. There was a chance that they could get out of this with everything still being more or less intact.

His Nor?

But the fact that Alt was supposed to know this guy, supposed to belong to him somehow, was still kind of hard to ignore. For all that the villains back home had all but made it a sport to see how many different ways they could kidnap him, they had never been able to 'own' him and say that he belonged to them. Not one of them had managed that.

And yet...this guy had? With this universe's Nor?

"I see my kisses have rendered you speechless once more," the Great Dane said with a laugh. "Let's get you inside; I imagine that the electro-shock paralysis will be wearing off shortly, and I will want to take advantage of that."

Nor could barely bring himself to nod, following along behind the Dane as the Lord in Lavender used the little rod to control him. He could feel the pressure of command through his limbs, forcing his legs to move when he could not control them himself.

For all that pressure that rod exerted, however, he didn't feel too concerned. He had been in worse situations than this by far, and the rod itself didn't seem to have as much control over him as it would have over other people. He could feel the urge to follow, and the fact that, at the moment, he couldn't resist, but he knew that was partially because he was still rebooting from the shock to the back of the neck.

When that was done, he had little doubt that he'd be able to get out of this. Having his memories and main ability of processing things in a different location helped out a great deal.

"I've missed having you in my bed, Nor," the Great Dane said as they walked through the front door. "While Meshiah is certainly a capable lover, it is difficult to keep him from probing too deeply into my affairs. You have been most instrumental in moving my plans along without him noticing."

"Heh, just part of the job, boss."

"It's been more than merely part of the job, I hope. You have been keen from the start; don't tell me that your enthusiasm is flagging now."

"Not a bit. Just...rebooting."

"Yes, I'm sure. Keep up."

The Great Dane chuckled, tapping a half-hidden button in the wall of the city hall atrium. It opened a hole in the wall, a secret passage that led to a bunch of stairs. They led up and around through the gaps in the walls, and the Lord in Lavender gestured for him to go on up. Nor did just that, feeling the big dog following behind, and more than that, feeling the big guy staring at his rump.

That was more familiar from home, but he didn't mind it. It was nice to have something that was a bit more 'right' when it came to what the bad guys were doing. Having so many people using him for his cock had been strange enough. Having that raccoon wanting him to study, to turn his cock into some sort of weapon? That had been something out of a porno parody...

Though, he would admit, kind of sexy at the same time. He might have to store that memory away somewhere to see if it was sexy in the moment, or something he could enjoy in the future.

The door to the secret passage closed behind them, and Nor realized that he didn't know the way out. He'd have to pretend later, and hope that the big guy fell for it. He hoped that it would be enough.

"Have you had much luck in finding where Nemean makes his lair these days, my Interrogator?" the Lord in Lavender asked.

"Not yet," he said, shaking his head. "The prisoners haven't been very forthcoming. They like what they're getting, but they don't have much to pay for it."

"Pity. But I suppose that if we persist, we will eventually nail him down. I've assembled a small cadre of other supervillains, but I would prefer to have his funds to throw behind this, as well."

"That's a lot of money to throw at a problem. Surprised that wouldn't solve it on its own, but...then again, guess it's a big problem."

"One of the biggest. It is the death of a universe, after all."

If there was one thing that he hadn't expected to hear, it was that. The Lord in Lavender being aware of this universe slowly dying, that had been anticipated. The Man in Red had said that it was likely that the Lord in Lavender would be aware of the slow degradation of the universe, after all. The fact that he knew about it and was participating in something involving it, though...

Something else is going on. He and the other Nor had a plan...

Not knowing it and still going forward with this was a risk, but it was the only plan they had. If they didn't find out what the hell the Dane was doing - or at least get that control rod away from him - then this Novus Ager, and probably others, were going to be in great trouble.

They reached the top of the steps, and Nor opened the door as he was ordered to. What he saw was not what he expected.

It was like a studio apartment had been made to fit all the luxuries of a penthouse. There was a massive bed in the middle of the room with obvious silken sheets, as well as pale rose petals that had been scattered about them. At one wall was a large sheet mirror, showing off the room and making it look twice as big, and at the other were various chests, as well as a pair of seats on opposite sides of a round table.

"Sit on the bed," the Lord in Lavender said, and Nor went along with it, taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

The Great Dane, on the other hand, went to the table. A pot of tea lay in the center of it, as did two teacups, each on a saucer. The suited dog took the pot and slowly poured, shaking his head.

"Tell me, Nor. Where did you disappear to over the last forty-eight hours? My sources have been...very silent on the matter."

Alt didn't know that, and neither did Nor. So, he had to make something up.

"There were a few high-up minions that I was interrogating. The lead didn't pan out, but I had to make sure that there was no chance of anyone watching. Not Nemean, not you."

"There are many ways that this could have been handled."

"I had to make a quick decision."

"Ah, that is one of the things I like about you, Nor." The Lord in Lavender chuckled, putting the teapot back. "Willing to make a decision, rather than waiting for someone else to tell you what to do. So few of my employees are willing to do the same."

"You control most of them," the mule said, nodding down at the control rod.

"Oh, a few, but hardly the majority. I merely ensure that they understand that they are going to give a new life a fair shot. At the end of that probationary time, they are allowed to make a choice."

"Heh, and if they choose the wrong one?"

"Then I have other methods."

The Great Dane poured a second cup of tea, walking with the two saucers over to the edge of the bed. Nor took one, sipping at it as the Lord in Lavender sat on the floor. It was an odd place for the lord of crime, but he didn't say anything. He imagined that this could be something of a test.

"Drink. You will need your stamina tonight."

"Are we celebrating something, then?" Nor asked, lifting the cup to his nose. It smelled softly of jasmine, and...something else. Something he didn't quite recognize.

"We are close to removing Meshiah from power. A few more days, I believe, and he will resign."

He had to push Alt to the front for that, allowing the shell to make him grin while Nor kept himself from sputtering in shock.

Getting Meshiah to resign? But that was the way that the Lord in Lavender held authority over all the heroes. Unless there was someone else that he had in mind, he couldn't see the crime lord holding power over the city after the mega-healer was pushed out of power. Was that why he was putting together a group of villains, or...

What was going on? What the hell was going on?

Meanwhile, the Great Dane continued to sip at his tea, and with each sip, the canine's shaft started to grow between his legs. His tight lavender pants started to bulge, pushing forward and showing off more and more of what he had to offer. Quite a bit, when it came down to it, and he was starting to see why the Man in Red might have been a bit impressed.

Nor took a sip of his tea, and felt a similar rush of pleasure running down his throat. The heat of the tea disguised a few herbs in it, herbs that he realized were probably designed to give one more interest in certain activities. Certainly, it had his libido soaring, and his cock - hard as it had been - somehow got harder. He groaned softly into the teacup, trying not to let the feeling completely overwhelm him.

He didn't have a chance to think it through, either, as the Lord in Lavender set his cup aside, pulling one of Nor's legs over to him. The mule cocked his head to the side -

"Mmmph..."

And then groaned as the Great Dane's fingers settled into a slow foot massage. The sensation was a brand new one, since he didn't have that particular anatomical part when he was back at home, and...

Well, it was nice. The feeling of those rough thumbs slowly dragging up his sole was enough to help some of the tension melt away for him. It was like someone was rubbing right up along the exact nerves that would take away the worst of the stress in his body.

Unconsciously, Nor pressed his foot more firmly against his 'benefactor's' hands, and the massage for a bit more intense. The Dane's fingers rubbed in little circles along his heel, then started to slowly move up along the underside. The Lord in Lavender chuckled.

"You always have been one for this. Is it so strange for an equine to enjoy having someone tend to their feet?"

"Mmmph...it's a real different experience..."

And it was one that he didn't really know how to respond to, which was the problem. Hooves were a totally different beast, and getting a massage down there with that anatomy was quite clearly pointless. This, however -

"Mmmph..."

He kept groaning as the criminal rubbed up along the bottom of his foot, stroking along the sensitive flesh and digging into pleasurable spots that he didn't know he had.

"Heh..." He had to keep up the act, force himself to stay focused. "Never understand why you're the one to do this."

"I tend to my treasures."

"Heh, this is a bit more than tending."

"You are a bit more than a treasure."

The Dane smiled, taking his monocle off and tucking it into a pocket before leaning down and giving the mule's toe a gentle lick. Warm, a bit wet, and just enough of a tickle to make him smile without making him want to laugh and kick. He watched the crime lord turn his foot to the side, felt that tongue dragging slowly along the arch of his foot to the toes again, the pressure and warmth something so different from the massage.

Almost despite himself, Nor reached down to his dick and gave it a few strokes. It felt...right, in a way, to touch himself when someone was giving him this sort of affection. He blushed as he did it, of course, but that didn't stop him from slowly jerking off to having someone licking his feet.

Each lick was firm and slow, almost like a massage in and of itself, and the Great Dane's tongue was wide enough to cover most of the mule's foot with every lick. Sometimes they'd start at the arch, sometimes all the way at the heel. Sometimes, they'd even start at the toes, giving short licks along the little digits to make them shine.

Nor almost blushed as he realized how horny he was getting from just having his feet licked. It was a unique way of showing affection, something that was more intense than he expected. It was like the big guy was completely offering his lust to the mule, holding nothing back and doing everything that he could to make it feel good.

God...this is going to be...be a bit hard to get...later...

He couldn't believe he was even thinking about having someone do this to him later, but the feeling was that good. He stroked himself a bit faster, his cock starting to drool at the tip as the Great Dane moved up to his toes.

The faceted, dark, rough nails on them might have been a slight turn-off to some people, but not to the Lord in Lavender. He gently sucked each digit into his mouth, one by one, and rolled his tongue over them. The feeling was...was kinda like getting a blowjob, Nor realized, though on a much less sensitive part of his body. And one that would have been potentially more dirty.

Dirty.

"Mmmph...don't you mind the dirt?"

"You were cleansed on the way up, Nor," the Great Dane said, supporting one of the mule's feet by the heel. "The carpet is designed to wipe and wash as you walk on it."

He hadn't even felt that, but then again, he had been focused on other things when they had come up the stairs. Surreptitiously, he looked down at his other foot, and was surprised to see that the bottom was completely pristine. No sweat, not dirt, no nothing. It was as if he had just stepped out of the shower.

The Lord in Lavender smiled, giving Nor's foot one last kiss before standing up. The Great Dane reached for his pants, undoing the button, and Nor braced himself. He was probably about to get fucked...

"I look forward to the day when I can stop sneaking you up here, my Nor," the Great Dane said. "When Meshiah steps down and you step up to take his position, the world will be a better place."

"...Me?"

"Hehe, yes. Don't tell me you forgot our pillow talk before you disappeared? I half-thought that the responsibilities had chased you off."

"Not a chance in hell, but...me? Mayor?"

"Why not? You are already the chief Interrogator. It isn't that much of a step up."

Nor shook his head in semi-understanding as he dragged himself back along the bed. It wasn't what he had guessed would happen in the slightest, but if the Lord in Lavender wanted Meshiah out of office, and him in it, that meant that things were going on a different track than they had initially supposed.

Or at least, were feeding into it from a different direction. Once a Nor - either him or the original one from this world - were installed as hero-mayor, then the Lord in Lavender would have a representative in this world that could control things without him being there to directly oversee it. It would allow him to keep a foothold here, hold it under his control, and if they had Nemean and the others under Nor, with this particular cock-nosis ability that this body seemed to have...

He'd own the heroes through me, and the villains through me...

But he already had the heroes through Meshiah. Why did he want Meshiah out of the way?

Nor leaned back, half-spreading his legs, but the Lord in Lavender stopped him from getting further into a submissive pose.

"Not tonight. Tonight, I will savor...this."

The Great Dane grabbed him by the dick, giving it a tight squeeze. It was just enough to make a little pre-cum shoot from the tip, and Nor grunted.

"Mmmph...what about its effects?"

"The tea will...counteract most of them," the canine said as he slid forward, undressing himself as he went. "I should be alright...and it's not as if my Nor will do anything against me, will he?"

It wasn't just possessiveness or greed. There was genuine affection between the Lord in Lavender and the Nor of this dimension. There was a trust there that he doubted that the Great Dane had for anyone else.

He felt a sudden pang of guilt that he had to hide behind Alt, knowing that it would make it look very suspicious if he allowed that through. Even then, he didn't know if he could go through with this. It would basically be just stabbing him in the back.

I have to...

He didn't like it, but he had to. So, Nor grabbed the base of his cock as the Great Dane joined him in bed, holding it up as the other male straddled it. The criminal was, well, attractive. He had a couple of small scars along his left arm, and one more across his stomach, directly to the left of his belly button. Half-expecting tattoos, Nor saw none, but he saw a hole in the Lord's left nipple that looked like it might have once been a piercing.

Then, the Great Dane sat down, grinding his muscular rump on top of the mule's cockhead. The feeling of pressure and heat made him groan softly in anticipation, his cock throbbing readily.

"Mmmm...it's been a long time since I've felt something like this." The Dane rolled his hips back, then forward, his tail giving a gentle stroke along the underside of Nor's shaft. "I hope it feels as good as it looks..."

"Mmph...you almost sound...envious of the criminals, there."

"Perhaps I am. They've had you...and I haven't."

That guilt? That bad feeling? It just got worse. Nor steeled himself...and the Great Dane pushed down.

Nor groaned under his breath as he felt the Great Dane slowly take the head of his cock into his hole. The sensation of something that tight, that warm, was even better than when he had been fucking the prisoners in their cells. There was something about the confidence of the crime lord doing it, too, that made it more erotic.

Leaning his head back against the pillows, the mule watched as the Great Dane slowly, seductively swayed his hips from side to side, edging one half of the mule's cock in before working the other half to catch up. The weird, slippery-slidey feelings of his dick making its way in so gradually was getting him more worked up than usual.

It didn't help that the Great Dane looked down at him with a smile, and a big, genuine one at that. A large, throbbing dick pointed at him, proving that the big guy liked it.

Alt's new memories of the Lord in Lavender's kinks bore it out, too. The big guy was a power bottom, a size queen that dominated his bedmates by making sure that they satisfied him as many times as possible before they tapped out. He liked to give them intimacy, but he liked to take command of their bodies, as well, enjoying them and ensuring that they enjoyed him, too.

And that ass was...that ass was good, considering Alt's dick was in the hyper-range and the Great Dane was showing no discomfort so far. He would pause now and then, panting for a short break, but he never showed discomfort.

Halfway down, he hit the white-gold hexagons that marked the medial ring. He was squatting down, one hand at the base of Nor's cock, the other rubbing at his stomach where the beginning of a slight bulge could be seen. The mule was panting softly, his balls churning.

"You definitely...got this," Nor muttered.

"Mmmph...I'm starting to see...why the criminals bow to you..."

The Great Dane moaned softly as he slid up, his cock squirting a line of pre-cum along the mule's stomach. The scent was just enough to get past the flowers and the smell of tea in the air, a hint of musk to add to the whole thing.

Nor throbbed, his cock twitching in the clenching grip of the canine's ass, and he bit his lips as he felt the urge to drag the big guy down. He wanted to feel his cock sheathed in that hole, no matter the fact that the Dane was a criminal. He wanted...

He needed this.

"Take it," he muttered.

And just like that, the Dane pushed down. Nor gasped as he felt his cock go deep right off the bat, slamming into the Lord in Lavender's hole faster than he had expected. His cock tip felt like it was lodged somewhere past the canine's stomach, throbbing and oozing into his belly, while his balls -

"Ah...ah!"

He gasped as the Dane folded his legs, sliding his toes under the mule's balls. Nor bit his lip in embarrassment from how good it felt to feel the toes rolling his balls up and down, to feel them playing with his sack.

Okay, feet...feet might be going on the list...

He shuddered as he felt his dick dancing in that tight hole, feeling it oozing pre, feeling the slick embrace of those inner walls. The Lord in Lavender panted, and Nor asked the first question that came to mind.

"Did...did I make you..."

"There was...a definite command I didn't expect..." the Great Dane admitted. "But I could have resisted...if I wanted to."

Which implied that he didn't. Which meant that the criminal was definitely more of a cock hound - or more in love - than Nor had realized. One was tolerable, the other was not.

"Now..."

The Lord in Lavender leaned in, his lips a scant inch away from Nor's. The mule was all too conscious of the slight slip of the criminal's ass along his cock, feeling that ring of flesh rising along his shaft and gripping just a little tighter than it had been, just a little higher, too. Warm air played along the side of his muzzle, and the Great Dane smiled.

"Am I going to ride you...or are you going to start moving those hips of yours?"

"I..."

"Heh..."

The Great Dane reached for the control rod, taking hold of it. Nor hissed as his body tensed up, feeling control sliding from him to the man above him. It was not unpleasant, nor unbreakable, but it was definitely intense as he lost immediate power over his body.

"Thrust."

His hips twitched, and he let them move, allowing his crotch to slap against the other man's muscular ass. He groaned, feeling the hard impact, feeling the Great Dane tense up above him.

"Just as big as it looks..."

"Mmmph...are you...okay?"

"More than. Now...thrust."

This time, there was more of a sustained command behind it, and Nor groaned as he started bucking his hips, pulled along by the up and down motion of the control rod. Again, and again he thrust into that inviting hole, his cock pulled forward by the criminal's eagerness for him.

They gasped together, and he blushed through Alt's shell around him. There was something surprisingly intimate about this, something that was as powerfully affectionate as it was controlling. Every time that the bigger canine looked down at him, he was aware of the power that the mastermind could hold over him. That rod, that body...

Those eyes...

The stare came back, the possessive, pinning, greedy stare that he had felt when they'd first met. Nor stiffened up, gasping for breath as he arched his back against the bed. In that stare, he felt...wanted. Needed. Demanded in a way that no villain or hero had ever hit him before. It was a stare of pure avarice and lust, a demand for him that he didn't think any mortal man could ever give.

It made it feel like submission, surrender, ownership was inevitable.

Up, down, up, down went that control rod, the mule's cock slamming in over and over again, his balls flopping out into the Great Dane's toes every time he pulled back out. It left him hissing, panting, moaning, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt a hole that was as hot for him as his cock was for it.

For all that the Lord in Lavender pushed him, though, he could see the same hunger that the raccoon had in the canine's eyes. It was muted, fought, but it burned behind the need and the hunger that those eyes shone with. Nor couldn't move, couldn't do anything that he wasn't commanded to, but he didn't want to.

Nor did...he need to...

He lasted another minute before he finally blew his load, cumming deep into the other man's hole. The Lord in Lavender stiffened over him, lifting up and gasping softly, but it was only a short break before the rod glowed and the control came back.

"That's one...I imagine you have...at least a half-dozen more from the tea."

"At least," Nor admitted.

"Let me drain them from you, then...I'd like to...enjoy myself..."

So, with cum oozing out around his cock and his balls churning with more, Nor nodded. They rolled, taking a new position before starting again.

Two and a half hours later, Nor finally disentangled himself from the Great Dane. He could hardly move his legs, but with the alarm blaring in his head for the last thirty minutes, he knew that he didn't have a lot of time to get back down to the docks. If he didn't leave this room in the next few minutes, he would turn back before he left Novus Ager, and then his cover would be blown.

"Sleep," he muttered at the Lord in Lavender, and either the other man was tired enough, or the command of his dick was strong enough, because the Great Dane closed his eyes.

Nor shook his head. Despite the situation, despite knowing that he needed to take the control rod and beat it to the ship, he felt...wrong. He was taking advantage of someone to a degree that he had never considered before, and he felt like he had overstepped a line. He didn't know where or how, but it had happened.

He's a criminal. Worse than most.

Certainly more effective. The Great Dane had managed to take control of a bunch of heroes from within, and now, he was on the verge of taking control of the villains, too. For what? For what purpose?

Take it. Take it and go.

Nor reached for the metal rod at the naked criminal's side. He picked it up, but as he turned to the door, he saw something. A little note barely sticking out of the Great Dane's jacket pocket on the floor. The mule paused, then pulled it out, unable to resist.

"Oh...my..."

It was a diagram, one carefully marked with mathematical equations that he'd only seen among the supers that were trying to calculate how to translate their energies and abilities into mathematical terms. The equations were so tiny that he had to hold the sheet right up to his eyes, and he couldn't understand them, but he could read the shorthand between the equations.

It's Meshiah, he realized. Meshiah's trying to 'heal' Novus Ager's ability to shift itself around. It's...he's trying to order it like it's some sort of affliction or disease...

"That's why you want him gone..."

The Great Dane didn't stir. The trust this man must have had for this city's Nor was staggering. How long had they been working together to make this happen? It all made sense, now. They were fixing a dying city, the Lord in Lavender got it to swear fealty to him unofficially, and he would have Alt's version of Nor in the driver's seat to take care of it once he left on his other business.

If he left now, with the control rod, their scheme would be exposed. Meshiah wouldn't step down. They'd have to take other steps...

But would it be enough? Would the city last until Meshiah could be removed from hero-mayor-ship?

Nor stared at the piece of paper, slowly shaking his head as he sat back down on the bed. The whole situation had become much, much more complicated, and nowhere near as easily solved. If he didn't leave now, he wasn't going to get out of the city before he turned back to his normal self. If he didn't take the rod, then he would not get another chance nearly so quickly.

But if he took the rod, then this place might just rip itself apart.

I have to make the Man in Red help them, he thought. I...I could do it, with this. He could do what I told him, if I used it.

The idea was reprehensible. Using mind control on someone else felt like it was against the rules, like it would be against being a hero to do something like that. On the other hand, he doubted that Olag would be enough to help convince the mouse to help this city. And he knew Olag would be on his side; the big bear almost always was.

What do I do? What the hell do I -

KABOOM!

Nor and the Lord in Lavender rolled off the bed, hitting the floor and jumping back to their feet. Despite being naked, the Great Dane managed to pull his monocle out from nowhere, and was halfway into his trousers by the time the dust cleared.

Standing in the middle of it was an exact copy of Alt. A purple body, white-yellow hexagons around his cock and...other places...and standing there with a dust-painted face and a few bruises up and down his body that stood out as black dots. He looked back and forth, then smirked.

"Lil, I know you love me, but I didn't know you'd forge a doll if I disappeared for a couple of days."

Lil? Doll?

"...I see," the Great Dane said. "We have an imposter."

"Looks like it," the real Alt said, stepping through the dust. "What do you think he is?"

"I'm not entirely sure. But I believe that we should find out."

"I'll tell you what I am," Nor said.

Alt chuckled, and the Lord in Lavender arched an eyebrow. The Great Dane gestured with one hand for him to continue, and used the other to start pulling his suit jacket on.

"I'm very simple. I'm gone!"

He jumped, rod in hand, and leaped out the hole that Alt had created.

The End