Makin' Pizza: Snakes (and cats!) in Little Italy.
Stuff to note: Yeah, this is my first story posted on Yiffstar. Wrote this up one night for a friend who liked the characters. Hope someone out there enjoys it. Part two is written, though needs polishing. Part three is in the planning stage.
As always, don't read if you're underage or it's illegal in your country,yadda yadda. Rome and the others are copyright me, Remn. Any other similarities to real places, people, or things are just coincidental. Oh, and sorry in advance for bad English/Grammar.
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So, have you heard of us? We're the biggest bunch to never make the news. The family, yep, that's what we're called. Just your stereotypical Italian mafia family, at your service. Me? I don't deal so much in the dealings as I do in the doings, if you know what I mean. You avoid us, we avoid you. Nothin' to it. We aren't snakes (we're cats), and when we make a promise, we keep it.
Our family is pretty well organized. Gramps runs the show, having his hands in this and that. Cousin Rome is our 'manager' filling in when Gramps can't be there. Sylvia takes care of the money flow and Mattie, well, you don't want to ever ask her if she's doing nothing, I'll tell you that. This isn't about them, nor the others, nope... well maybe a little bit of Rome thrown in.
Anyway, meet cousin Lance. He's our sneakster and god does he ever live up to the nickname "The crawler". There hasn't been a security system known to man that can keep him out. Undefeatable? Pshh! He'll open those locks, screw those computers,and make those lasers so pitiful that they can't see straight. On top of that, man can he build! He's made a ton of junk that some of our 'extended family' has used to carry out heists.
You're probably not so much interested in that as you are how he looks. I'll tell ya this, he's got it good, being such a fine panther guy. I'd say he's about 6'1", keeps his hair long enough to wear a ponytail. Funny stuff, says it's for the ladies though I don't think that's what he has in mind. He's skinny as a rail, lanky, lithe, whatever you want to call it. If any cat was ever made to get where he shouldn't, it's Lance.
Don't get me wrong now! He's not gonna win strength awards, but believe me, he's pure Italian below the belt. He knows how to put it to use, too, from what I've heard. Perverted and not afraid to show it off, that's our Lance. We figure he's free to dowhatever the hell he wants as long as it doesn't screw with our business. That's a good thing for him, considering he goes both ways.
Now what was I telling ya? Well, Lance has a thing for guys, mostly guys that he shouldn't be laying hands on. Cousins, in fact. Seems to be a kink of his. Rome, our dear manager, has been the apple of his eye for some time now, but yeah, Rome's about as straight as they come. Hasn't stopped Lance from plotting, heh. He always finds a way to squirm right into places no one else would dare go.
You know over on 8th street? Yeah, that run down area. Standard redevelopment story. Old buildings that were once belonging to the all high and mighty rich folk turned into slums and then bought out by the dozen for 'city rejuvenation'. The kinda place where the hookers come cheap and the drugs don't stop flowing. Cops don't go there unless they gotta. It's just one of those unspoken rules.
Lance, for all his smarts, is just seedy enough to like it like that. People leaves him alone and he doesn't worry too much about it. He's got a place there, smack dab in an old basement. You might think it's unsafe, but baby, lemme tell ya this. He made the security system himself. No sane cat worth his whiskers would set foot in there unless they wanted to be bamboo-ed straight up to god.
Anyway, his basement is full of all kinds of shit that he's made. Screwdrivers, old jet parts, explosives, and all that. He puts them together and tweaks them up, kinda like some old super hero I guess. You don't wanna go poking stuff, since he likes rigging stuff up to kaboom, but yeah, it's great to look at. So now that you have an idea what's going on, now you get to know the wild whopper that he told me.
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Rome always loved his trips to Lance's workshop. Damned if he knew how his cousin put together all that crap or how it worked. He couldn't tell a CPU from the insides of an old radio. Wasn't his area of expertise, wasn't his worry. Lance was the tech savvy worker, not him.
Sometimes the visits to the workshop were rewarding. He recalled one Christmas when Lance had called him in to give him a tri-barreled pistol. Then again, he had a few scars on his ass to remind him what happened when things went wrong. That kept him on guard about the dangers of just poking around in the many shelves of items.
Still, Lance had promised something that would 'Rock your world, Rome'. Rome didn't doubt his cousin's enthusiasm, but failed to see why he himself was needed to go in and see this miracle invention. Thoughts of what it might be crossed the well built 6'4" tall panther's mind as he opened the door to the shop. Outside it promised 'Electric toothbrush repair!', but that was just a front. Who in their right mind gave a shit about that?
The shop was mostly vacant with most of the shelving being covered with dirt and cobwebs. A lone cash register stood on the single counter, promisingly offering the 'NO SALE' marker in the customer side display. Rome smiled at it, then waved up at a security camera attached to the ceiling. It was a formality, given he knew of at least a half a dozen other cameras hidden in the room.
"Yeah, it's me. I'm going to do the same old dance again. ", Rome called out, his semi Italian accent blending with his words in a beautiful, rolling purr way. He wasted no time holding his hands up and turning around so that the viewer of the camera could see he wasn't (visibly) armed. Still, the lone door in the back of the shop stayed closed.
"What do you want, already? Not satisfied? Or... great. You're feeling like playing a game. "
Rome glanced around the shop, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Lance loved to play guessing games and sometimes did this, only letting Rome or another family member in if they could figure out the key to the puzzle. Rome had learned to think like his cousin in such cases.
By the cash register there was a tip jar. It was about the only thing in the room without some dust on it. Rome walked up to it, reached into a pocket, and pulled out a few coins to drop in the jar. He let them fall in noisily, muttering "Cheapskate" under his breath.
With this action, the electronic lock built into the door in back clicked open. He could almost hear Lance laughing now. Narrowing his emerald green eyes, Rome flicked a hand through his short black hair and headed to the door. All that awaited him was a staircase.
"Not going to roll out the welcome mat?" he asked, mostly to himself as he descended down into the lower levels. This part of the building was clean, fastidiously so. No way in hell that Lance would let his work area be filthy. Cluttered, maybe, cluttered and filthy, never.
Rome made his way through the many shelves and boxes toward where he knew his cousin kept his work tables. It was hard going, but it wasn't long before he saw the outlined figure of Lance leaning over a table. On the table there appeared to be some sort of gun. Lance was tinkering with some little switches inside of it, setting them and putting them in order. Screens and cameras were all around, showing at least five different views of the smaller feline doing his work.
"What are you doing there? Some sort of new gun for your favorite cousin?", Rome asked, rapping his knuckles on a shelf to get some extra attention.
Lance grinned over his shoulder at Rome, nodding heavily. "Yeah, you could say that. I made it with you in mind", was his cryptic remark. He continued, "Lil' beauty, isn't she?"
"Yeah. Real nice. So, what does it do?"
"Why don't you try it and find out?"
Lance stood up from his chair and put the last cover over the gun area where he'd worked. Rome noticed that Lance only had on a pair of shorts, but that was pretty normal. Lance was the active sort, always climbing, doing heists, or swimming. He wasn't used to wearing clothing or moving around much in it. Anyway, he took the gun in hand and tossed it to Rome. Naturally Rome had no idea if it was safe to fire that thing, much less inside.
"This isn't going to backfire or somehow kill my soldiers, is it?", Rome asked, hefting the gun in hand. Lance snickered and motioned at a box. "Not hardly.. Just try it out and see."
Shrugging some, Rome pointed the gun at the box and pulled the trigger. It emitted a very high electric hum and did little more than flash some light. Lance laughed, moving over to his cousin to take the gun from him.
"OK, it needs a little work. Not supposed to use it like that, anyway", said the lanky panther. Rome nodded slightly, unsure of what was going on. Thus he asked the first natural question that came to mind.
"What is it 'supposed' to do, then?"
"This."
He watched Lance point the gun at the same box. He fully expected to see the same lightshow, but had a nasty little shock. At the last moment, Lance twisted. It happened just as he pulled the trigger. The gun went off, sending a bolt of light that struck Rome and really... uhh... didn't have much effect. Rome was not amused.
"If it's a killing machine, it's not too good. What's the big idea of shooting that thing at me!?" he growled, almost glaring at Lance. Lance snickered some and laid the gun down on the table.
"Not a killing machine at all, cous. It's meant to paralyze someone. Wears off, but it akes awhile. Try moving your arms."
Rome stared at the smaller feline with disbelief. Could Lance have really made something that sophisticated, or was it another joke? One way to find out, he figured. Rome thought solely about reaching out to sock his lanky cousin on the jaw. Sadly, nothing happened. Rome didn't do as much as twitch. Instead of panicking, he felt rather angry.
"When this wears off..."
"You'll put out my lights? Haha!"
"I'll kick your ass back to the east side of town."
"It'll be worth it anyway.", Lance offered.
"What will be worth it?", Rome asked, very warily.
"You'll see, cous, you'll see..." hissed those ever so unsettling words from Lance's mouth. For a moment he stood there, looking over the beautiful form before him. Rome took good care of himself, that much was evident. His muscles were like shaped rocks, smooth, but strong. He wasn't bulging and maintained a very well toned look about him.
How many times had Lance watched his cousin from a corner in the bathrooms or sneak peeks in the showers? Many. He knew what he liked, knew what he wanted. Rome had balls as big as a stallion's, not to mention the cock. The sheer pervertedness of the thought made him shudder.
Rome had by now noticed the growing bulge in Lance's shorts. It didn't take him long to do the math about why he was here and why he'd been stunned. He did his damnedest to move again, failing miserably. It seemed he could only move his neck and head.
"You sneaky little... Mmmhhhpphhh", Rome started, but was cut off by the fact that Lance had chosen that time to kiss him. Lance worked his lips against Rome's, the smaller feline taking possession of the larger. If there had been any time in Rome's life that he wished he could just vomit that was it.
Lance wanted more than kissing, of course. He knew the way to get around the beating and wrath that was sure to follow. Maybe, just maybe, if he could get that big ol' pussy cat begging to cum, Rome might think different about things. With a little care, he pushed Rome down into the chair that he himself had been sitting in only a short while before.
"Hell yeah, I'm sneaky. You're going to love it, too. I have my mouth set for a nice, fat, Italian sausage. Know where I might find one?" Lance whispered, leaning down to nibble along Rome's ear.
"We've been through this before! I don't swing this way!", Rome growled, obviously not being very amused at being in his position.
"Doesn't matter. You can't help it and yeah, you don't have to be gay to enjoy getting blown. But that's enough talk..."
Shirt, shoes, socks, and pants. That was the order that Rome's clothing was stripped from his body. Obviously his 'captor' took a sick pleasure in the whole ordeal. The size of Lance's hard-on left no illusion to that. Lance was loving it, just finally being able to touch his cousin in the ways he wanted.
Where would he be without appreciation for the nicer things in life, Lance wondered as he looked over the mostly nude form. Such a strong, young body, healthy in its prime. Such a bulge in those boxers, the only thing left hiding the larger panther's decency. Didn't do a hell of a lot of good. Even with those on and Rome being limp, the panther was hung enough to give the cloth a work out. How to get it hard, though?
At those thoughts, Lance leaned down and pressed his lips to Rome's neck. His sharp, small fangs nibbled there, teasing the delicate flesh below the black fur. Rome gasped, snarling as his cousin hit one of his more sensitive areas. Not even his rage could stop the blood from flowing a bit south of the border. Lance glanced down and saw the bulge was starting to rise.
With deliberate patience, he backed off a moment before kneeling once more. This time he nibbled along Rome's chest, teasing nipple and bitting nubs. Rome growled out "Stop it, now!", but his cousin refused to listen. His eyes were on the prize, that oh-so-coverted jewel of the family. Down he went, moving from teasing nipples to teasing thighs. By now Rome wanted to purr. Even if his mind didn't want it, his body loved it.
Lance nuzzled his nose against the hardening shaft through the thin boxer material. Two sniffs later and he was in heaven, loving the musky male scent. He could smell sex on Rome and instinctually he knew that Rome must have been with a female not long ago. He kept this in his mind as he blew on the fabric, rippling the soft material with his breath.
Those boxers were not nearly enough to protect Rome. They were merely thing articles of clothing, things to hide parts that most people wanted to avoid. Hell, he couldn't figure out why Rome hid it. It looked beautiful, the thick head of it outlined by the soft fabric. As the cock grew harder, it struggled more, finally finding an exit from the confines of the boxers. It popped out from the leg of the boxers, resting against Rome's thigh. Part of the foreskin was held back by the cloth, giving a tantalizing view of the cock tip.
"Big boy, even bigger than mine. Nice, thick sausage for lil' ol' me..." Lance whispered, leaning in to run his tongue along the exposed tip of it. He loved the view, seeing it there poking out of Rome's underwear. He hoped all his cameras were getting a good view of this! Even so, they wouldn't capture the taste, that mesmerizing male flavor that screamed out that he was licking a real stud.
Lance slipped his tongue between the foreskin and the tip of the cock. A few licks like this and Rome was shuddering. Pressing his advantage, the smaller feline kissed the exposed cock tip, pushing the foreskin back with his lips. He circled his tongue lazily over the broad mushroomed head of it. Normally that would have had Rome jumping out of his seat, but yeah, the big panther wasn't going anywhere.
The larger feline struggled against the urge to moan. God! Why did Lance have to be giving such good head? He hated to admit it, hated to acknowledge it, but yeah, he was oving the sensations. Perhaps sensing this, Lance tore Rome's boxers open, finally freeing the restrained cock. It stood up proud against Rome's belly, not being quite as dark as his fur, but not being exactly pink either.
It was all Lance could do to stop admiring that thick piece of meat and focus on getting it off. He hastily closed his lips around the tip, suckling on it feverently. That tongue of his cupped the cockhead, milking it against the roof of his mouth. Lance kept it tight there, sliding his head back and forth so that it would be squeezed in and out of the space. The sheer feeling of this made Rome's abs squeeze tight. He was beginning to rethink his game plan about how to deal with this.
Down the pole the panther slipped, his tongue serving as a guide to his throat. He invited it in with full force, taking the tip in until it smacked the back of his throat. Faced with this limit, he jerked his head back, moving so that the cock tip would be pointed at his stomach. Rome yelled out "Damnit!" because he knew what would be next.. Six inches.. eight.. oh god, Lance was taking the whole thing in well past the halfway point. Few chicks had ever managed this, much less a guy! Lance was all too
suddenly sucking on the base of his cock, causing Rome to finally moan out loud.
Since he couldn't well ask if Rome was enjoying it, the smaller feline decided to be just a bit devious. He jerked himself slowly back up to the tip, suckling on it before bobbing his head back down. One hand held the base steady while the other cupped at those balls. Rome hissed, hoping to god he wouldn't shoot off. He'd let Lance suck him off all night, but damned if he wanted to cum in a guy's mouth.
Once again Lance moved his lips to the larger panther's cock tip. He focused directly on the slit, suckling on it as if trying to pull the cum from Rome's balls. He was like a vacuum, his tongue being some horrible device with which to torture the straight male. What was the cock to him but a massive thick hose? He moved both hands up to jerk it while his mouth worked the tip, treating it just as such.
Rome fought with all his might, but finally it was too much. His cock was aching and his balls were beyond sore. He needed to get off with the force of a small nuke. Already burning like fire, he felt his cousin's tongue clamping down around the tip, sealing it off to keep any of the upcoming treat from leaking out. His eyes rolled up and he let an earth shattering roar. His whole body spasmed like it was being shocked. Lance quickly pulled his head up from the shaft, snickering softly up to Rome.
"Beg for it!", Lance hissed.
"N..no!", Rome growled in response. He wouldn't dare beg for this, not from a male. Seeing this, Lance leaned forward, once again licking softly at the tip. It was just enough to make the aches worse but not enough to push Rome over the edge. Rome roared again, his body twitching out of control. He screamed the words "Do it! Please!" out and closed his eyes
Lance clamped his mouth around the cock tip, slipping down so that a few inches of it was in his mouth. His tongue lolled around it lazily and he squeezed the oh-so-sensitive member. Rome screamed again, the jets of cum finally spurting hard from his cock tip. This caused Lance to jerk his head down on the shaft. The sheer feeling of this alone made Rome's hips to jump up a few inches, slamming his cock head into the back of Lance's throat.
Lance sucked harder, milking the cock for all it was worth. He swallowed it all down greedily as the potent seed pumped directly into his throat and into his stomach. Rome was having a twitching fit and his cock was going off like a geyser. It poured out everything he had, perhaps more than he had ever cum. Never before had he had such an intense orgasm. He prayed to god that he'd just stay conscious through it.
The roar turned into a long moan as the aches his body felt eased into pleasurable waves. Lance pulled his lips up to look at Rome's face.
"Damn.. You cum like a fountain!" he exclaimed, surprisedly. It wasn't the only shocker Lance had in for him. Rome grabbed him around the neck and jerked him off the ground.
"Guess who can move again?"
The end?