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The back seat of the city cab was far from hygienic, cigarette butts and lollipop wrappers strewn about the floorboard, and the rhythmic strumming of a sitar played through the speakers, the musical tastes of the silent, large bearded canine that drove the vehicle.

However, the distressed state of the well aged cab was of little concern to James, the slender grey furred mouse boy that was riding in it's back seat, his pink hands tapping along his phone's keyboard in hasty, nervous replies.

James' mate was busy at work, a sudden shift change and mandated coverage threw a wrench into their plans they had set up for the night, and Andrew was doing everything in his power to convince his loving partner that he wasn't an awful mouse for wanting to go anyway.

The two had RSVP'd for a party that was going down at the Rodentia club downtown, a rodent exclusive club that was hosting one of the largest DJ's in the country LiveMau5, and happened to be a favorite of James.

However, from the start, Andrew wasn't incredibly fond of electronic music, the bass felt like a needle to the brain, but he would have been happy to accompany his love. The sudden shift change came as both a blessing and a curse, but not wanting to disappoint his excited James, he had told him firmly before heading out to the office, to go anyway, and enjoy the sounds and atmosphere.

While texting nervously back and forth and trying to reassure himself of what Andrew was texting, James' eyes beamed in the bright light of a call-waiting screen, which brought the mouse an ease to his anxiety, when he saw who was calling him.

"Babe, s- sorry if I was texting too much..." James started.

"Shhh, love, it's okay, you have to relax okay?" Andrew calmly replied, speaking softly, his loving tone near instantly easing the mouse's tensions.

"I know, I just worry, I don't want to be so selfish." James sighed as he spoke, his left hand resting on his black, feminine leggings he had picked for the evening, a good compliment to his entire club-scene femme outfit he had chosen that night.

"You aren't being selfish, if anything, you don't do enough for yourself in the first place." Andrew spoke, adjusting his tie as he talked into the phone, his other hand quickly typing away at yet another report.

"I know, I know, I just, I love you..." James spoke, his anxiety defeated by his own mate's calming tones.

"I love you too, send me a video of LiveMau5 okay?" Andrew spoke, supportively.

"Okay baby...Bye..." James spoke softly, and held the phone until the audible three beeps of a hung up call made him put it softly into his pocket.

The failing brake pads of the old taxi squeaked audibly, causing several club goers to look in his direction as James paid the cabbie, who just grunted, and exited the back seat, adjusting his leggings and smiling.

The thumping bass from the pre-show was already raising the mouse's happiness, and the long line of eagerly waiting rodents of varying shape, size and outfit was something he was happy to skip, with his loving Andrew making sure the RSVP's were for VIP entry.

"Name..." Asked an incredibly swole, intimidating Possum, only wearing black jeans and a tight fitting SECURITY emblazoned T-shirt.

"Oh, uh, James..." James started, the large Possum simply smirking and reaching toward the mouse's shirt.

"Ah, yes sir, VIP, here you are..." He spoke, pinning a VIP button to James' lapel. "Will Andrew be here soon as well?" He asked.

A sigh left James' lips, in that moment, he was truly excited for the club, and dampened down feelings of resentment that brewed with the speed of a k-cup, why wasn't he here? Why was work always so much more important...fuck it, this is my night...

"No, uh, just give his spot to, uh, whoever is next in the regular line."

Perplexed, but listening, the Possum put a finger to his earpiece and spoke. "Let the next guy in line in, now, he's upgraded to VIP, courtesy of number 134."

From the corner of his eye, and with curiosity of who he just bestowed the generous upgrade to, James laid eyes on the now cheering Rat that threw his muscular hands in the air, with a whoop.

Standing at easily five foot nine, tall for his species, was a relatively unkempt but still quite handsome rat, his forearms pushing tightly against the orange LiveMau5 themed shirt he was adorned in, cargo shorts hanging from his chubby hips.

Just above the cheering Rat's hips protruded his gut, not quite like a beer gut of someone inactive, but a muscled and clearly intentional one, he looked like the bodybuilding type.

He must have noticed the glaring, generous James, because throwing his hands up with finger guns, he smirked widely and yelled "THANK YOU!" before briskly walking inside.

James smiled and nodded, not saying a word, happy to be generous and knowing after enduring that line for as long as he would, should the roles be reversed it was no doubt welcome.

Giving a few final pats and brushes to his black dancing outfit, James walked inside, retrieving his phone while striding into the musty smelling active club.

Standing off to the side of the entry atrium, the bass louder and vibrating the air as he slid his messaging app to the forefront, he typed a simple, loving text to his hard at work mate.

"Heading in now, gotta silence it cuz rules, love you!" James tapped out, before sliding his now on-silent phone into his pocket.

He hardly had any idea in that moment, that would be the second to last text he would ever send Andrew.

The inside of the club was never meant for a crowd this big, but somehow was still accommodating, even if free space was something of a scarce sight, possums, rats, mice and even a few other types of furs, male and female alike were already drinking, dancing on the packed dance floor, and swaying their bodies to the sound of the opening DJ.

James' anxiety was melting away with each loud clap of the bass, the smells and vibe of the club was alluring the mated mouse with each movement he took towards the bar, his smile widening, he found his hips swaying in rhythm.

"Well well well, there he is, my own personal sponsor." James heard behind him as he arrived at the bar.

Turning around, James locked eyes for a moment with the muscular, orange shirt clad Rat, the benefactor of Andrew's ticket.

"Oh, uh, hi!" James spoke, wanting to be friendly.

The Rat simply smirked, his large frame pushing between two clubbers and quickly sitting on the bar stool next to James, causing it to squeak under his mass, while he flagged down the Capybara bartender.

"This cutie's money is no good here, drinks are on me." The Rat spoke to the bartender, who just gave a quick glance to their VIP buttons and shrugged. "Drinks are free to VIPs, sir, so what will you have...?"

With a look of shock and easily twice the excitement he had previously, the Rat gasped and shrugged. "At least I tried, right? Well, you heard em cutie, what are you drinking?"

So assertive, hardly giving James a choice, which actually was a welcomed change from the normal to him, the mouse timidly spoke loud enough to be heard over the already intoxicating music.

"A mimosa, please..."

"More like a mimousa, and I'll have a zombie." The Rat joked, making the Capybara roll his eyes as he turned to prepare the drinks.

Waiting for his drink, it only then hit James, that this Rat was clearly flirting, it had been so long since anyone but his business savvy Andrew had made an advance that he hardly picked up on it at all, his cheeks flushing red as he felt his heart speed up to the sudden realization.

"Oh, uh, thank you..." James blurted, looking up at the muscle gutted Rat, "But, I don't even know your name..." He attempted to distract the flirting result of his benevolence.

"Oh, shit, yeah, guess that is pretty important eh?" The Rat spoke with a hearty chuckle, his fingers drumming on the bar counter. "Why do you wanna know my name, huh? Want to imagine moaning it later?"

James visibly cringed and politely scratched his neck at the crass, awkward reply, the Rat noticing the discomfort he caused.

"Shit, sorry, I was just trying to lift the mood, uhhh, well my name's Bruce, happy?" He spoke.

The name Bruce was so fitting to this hunky, muscular Rat, James thought to himself, as the Capybara slid them their respective glasses, he sighed and nodded, it was just a joke, don't take it too seriously, it's a party after all.

"Yeah, happy, as I sleep next to my boyfriend I'll try not to forget it instantly." James shrugged, uttering a laugh from Bruce.

"My god, de-nied." The Capybara spoke with a chuckle, walking away to serve other customers.

Bruce laughed, but felt even more inclined to get to know this ticket surrendering little mouse boy, if he had a VIP ticket to blow, and had a boyfriend, it didn't take a mathematician to add this up.

"Sleep next to him after a night out at the club without him, seems like you are realllllly happy." Bruce said before taking a hearty sip of his drink, shivering as the alcohol hit his stomach.

"I am, thank you very much, he just...had to work." James said, sipping from the cheap pink plastic straw tossed into his mimosa, softly licking it, sending arousing thoughts through the bulky Rat's mind.

"I can tell, I mean Hell, clubbing without your boyfriend is the pinnacle of happy relationships." Bruce teased, nudging James' arm.

"Do I have to call security...?" James bickered in response to the unwelcome arm nudge.

Genuine sadness, or at least what he wanted to seem genuine, washed over Bruce's face as he sighed. "No no, sorry, just been a long week, and I'm hyped to see the show, and thankful for your kindness, I was in that line for like four hours, and I haven't had drinks with a cutie since the ex left." Bruce confessed.

"Oh, uh, okay, well I'm flattered but...I'm spoken for, and I'm not interested..." James replied, sipping his drink again, his face warming from the booze.

"Okay, okay, well, can I at least hang out with you cutie, looks good on me being less lonely." Bruce honestly asked.

James nodded, he didn't know why he nodded, or why he agreed, but he did.

He was loyal to Andrew, and this big, strong, hunky Rat had no chance of getting farther than friendship...did he?

"Okay, but no more funny stuff, I don't...like it..." James drifted off, softly looking at Bruce.

As the two looked at one another and the bass ended, the opening DJ finishing his set, he could only gulp another sip of alcohol at the sad yet true realization that was setting in.

Even with Andrew hard at work, and the situation being one of total understanding, this random, friendly, stud of a Rat was actually on to something.

James DID like his flirting, his body, all of this bigger rodent was alluring, but so far, it was just looks and talking, and that wasn't harmful...right?

Tonight was a night for partying, relaxation and he was even encouraged to go by his faithful hard working Andrew, so what if Bruce was a bit attractive, it was a party, and with his convictions and loyalty, it wouldn't be more than harmful flirting.

~One hour later~

The club almost seemed off axis to the well intoxicated James, and he had long lost count of how many drinks the bulky muscled Bruce had fed him throughout the show.

"Thank you, bros and sisters, goodnight!" LiveMau5 yelled out through his mic as he finished his set, and the club filled with the loud, thunderous applause of a show well enjoyed.

"That was so fucking sick." Bruce, still seeming relatively sober, proclaimed to the swaying mouse.

"Uhh, nah, I'm good, I don't get sick from booze." James drunkenly replied with a giggle.

Smirking and taking a good look at the mouse in front of him, Bruce licked his beer scented lips.

His outfit was all sorts of haphazard, the constant dancing to the incredible beats had his leggings slightly down, his shirt untucked and his dainty stomach exposed, his chest mildly sweaty in his delicate warmth, it was almost impossible for Bruce to ignore.

James, while incredibly drunk, still had a few thoughts going through his mind, some good and some not so positive, but the most dominating thought was one that caused him great guilt, which normally would be an off putting feeling, but the alcohol was dampening not only his judgement, but his morality.

Blushing like a firetruck, and noticing the muscled hunk of a rat clearly eyeing him up, inside his heart he felt a tension rising, a nervous yet fiery passion was sparking, this rat was there with him, he was partying alongside him the entire time.

And where was Andrew? Typing away at another fucking work task? Eating a lunch break, or maybe even...being unfaithful? I bet he was, he was probably banging someone on the side this entire time! Wait no, he would never...he's the loyal one...then what does that make me...?

James would probably have kept eating himself alive with negative thoughts, if it weren't for a sudden interruption in the form of Bruce's liquored lips pushing firmly against his, their teeth clinking together.

'I should stop him, this is wrong...' James thought to himself, but he just couldn't, it felt too good, too right.

This was exactly what Bruce wanted as well, he had been conversing with James for nearly an hour off and on, the drunken mouse hardly remembered all the complaints he had unfiltered as he got progressively more drunk. 'Oh he would of hated this drop, that's what I get for dating another mouse, bla bla bla'

It was all just ammunition for Bruce's plan of attack, the same agenda he had since sitting down next to his little slutty dressed benefactor, he was going to show James just how much better an upgrade to Rat can be, whether he admitted it or not, the little cutie wanted it.

And he did, he couldn't break off from the kiss, his tongue instinctively dancing against Bruce's larger, coarse taste buds, the delicate flavor of the mated mouse's saliva only furthering the Rat's increasing arousal.

This was happening, and there was no sense in stopping now, the misguided, alcohol fueled thoughts of Andrew's even possible disloyalty and dismissal combined with the pure incredible attractiveness of Bruce had broken him down into a slutty submissive mess that nobody else had seen in months, but Bruce was forming it out of him like putty in his massive, strong hands.

"Wanna head outside, have a smoke or something?" Bruce teased, pulling back from the forceful kiss.

For only a split second, James debated running for the door, escaping his own adulterous thoughts, but quickly that thought fleeted when Bruce pushed the dainty mouse's hand directly onto his already pulsing bulge through his shorts.

"I d- don't smoke..." James shyly blushed, timidly speaking.

"I'll still give you something to wrap your lips around, boy." Bruce encouraged.

It was done, any loyal bone left in James' body went south at that very moment.

"Mhh, okay, let's go..." James, warmly defeated and excited spoke.

When Bruce picked James up into his arms, and literally carried him toward the back door, he was shocked at how strong this stud was, and guilty pleasures of realizing that Andrew could never carry him in such a fashion played through his mind.

The back alley of a club is usually filled with debauchery, and tonight was hardly different, the stains of already spent loads and discarded baggies of various party favors lay strewn about the alley.

When the back door swung open however, James and Bruce were already deeply locked in a kiss, unable to restrain themselves any further than they already had, their bodies heated and grinding against one another.

Luck was on their side, as Bruce firmly pinned the smaller rodent against the brick wall and began deeply groaning in pleasure grinding his stiffening bulge against the mouse's legging clad rear end, they only then realized they were entirely alone out there.

Before James could even react, Bruce pushed him off the clinging hold he was in, onto the cold, hard concrete, smirking down at him and undoing his canvas belt.

"Ready to taste a REAL rodent's dick, not some workaholic fuck's?" Bruce teased.

An insult to Andrew, why did that feel so...good?

"God yes...Please..." James found himself begging, the Rat's smell alone was already so intoxicating, he needed this, Andrew who?

Bruce's confidence only grew as he allowed his nine inch long, four inch thick, fully erect cock to spring from his boxers, the sweat and smell indicating it had been hard for a while, but the look of genuine shock on James' formerly loyal face only made it throb with even more force.

"Go ahead, suck, boy." Bruce coaxed him on, pulling his orange shirt from his body.

The view was like Adonis himself, the sculpted pecs and biceps perfectly in tandem with his stomach and throbbing red shaft, to deny this perfect man would be a sin much greater than adultery.

The last bastions of guilt broke away as James leaned his head in, and his dainty submissive tongue tasted the flavor of a new, better man, the precum alone that drizzled down onto his little pink nose and eager tongue filled him with more lust than he had felt in his time with Andrew.

"Ughh, like getting licked by an angel." Bruce moaned out, placing one of his muscular hands on the wall, supporting himself during the amazing licks that his partnered partner was delivering.

James' face was flush, but not from the alcohol, as he dragged his tongue along every inch of the salty, throbbing rat cock, he could only feel two things, desperate need for a change and to pleasure this godly man, and resentment that he had been bottling towards Andrew silently for weeks, and such resentment coaxed him further, why be silent about it?

"His never tasted this fucking gooooddd..." James, nearly hypnotized, blurted out between wet slurps along Bruce's cock.

"No shit baby, Mice belong under rats, not other cheese breaths...ugh no offense." Bruce confidently replied, his veiny cock spurting a rope of pre directly into James' eagerly open mouth.

It wasn't just lust, that confidence, that appearance, and that TRUTH that Bruce was spinning, James had never felt something so vehemently wrong yet perfectly right in his life.

He was falling in love...again...

Unable to contain it, or simply not wanting to, James pushed his head forward adoringly, sliding the swollen cock tip sprung between Bruce's legs into his soft warm mouth.

"Ohh, damn, get into it baby, suck me good..." Bruce coaxed on, his pleasured moans music to James' ears, his fingernails clawing on the bricks.

Another DJ must of began an aftershow set, because the bricks thudded with the vibrations of bass through them, setting an inadvertent tempo for the slurping cheating mouse beneath Bruce's bulky hips, while he began pushing inch by inch further into his mouth and throat with each bob of his head.

Bruce was breathing heavily, the poor stud was clearly pent up, his balls were already churning with pressure, which James only increased by sliding his hand under their mass, fondling them with adoration with each wet, sloshing bob of his head.

He would of kept going, he would of drained that perfect, amazing cock for every piping hot rope of seed that he could milk, but Bruce's hand firmly cupped his head and pushed it suddenly off his length, as it twitched and one rope of pent up cum followed it, spraying directly onto the mated mouse's sweaty face.

"Fuuuck, slow down baby, don't wanna waste my load yet." Bruce said coyly, panting as he gripped his rod, holding back the rest of his approaching wave of seed.

"Awwh..." James said defeated, licking some of the cum from his lip, letting out a genuinely needing squeak at it's flavor, so salty, so much different...so much better.

"Cheer up, baby boy, I got a better place for my load, but you're gonna have to earn it." Bruce coyly spoke, reaching his hand down and cupping the smaller rodent's chin, making him lock eyes with his adoring, lonely, needing eyes.

James locked eyes with the Rat, his eyes unwavering, his face matted in the single intense rope of cum, his body quaking in need, his own cock stiff in his leggings pushing against their fabric with excitement, just awaiting the next desire he could meet for Bruce.

VIP tickets weren't enough, this stud deserved anything he asked, but what left his mouth reminded James for just a few moments, that he was mated, that his boyfriend was happily working and unaware of what he was up to for the past hour, and he would of kept on forgetting about the weak, scrawny working mouse if not for Bruce's sudden, heart wrenching words.

"You got a phone? I want you to get your camera ready for me." Bruce ordered.

For the first time since being dropped to his knees, James was scared, his spine shivered in nervousness, but even while he felt the sudden flood of nerves and anxiety flooding his heart, his hands were obeying the bigger, better man's request and fishing out his phone from his tight fitting leggings pocket.

"Gooood boy, now unlock it, and hand it to me." Bruce ordered, his red hot shaft throbbing even more intensely.

He was so close, his loneliness was at its end, this little mouse was going home with him, all he had to do was put the nails in the coffin, and take what was rightly his.

James gulped, taking a deep breath and obeying, holding his now unlocked phone up to Bruce, who was the first to read a few messages that Andrew had indeed left, that James would never even get to see.

'How was the show luv?'

'Babe?'

'Hun are you there'

'Answer me the set ended like 20 mins ago'

'Babe wtf?!'

'Hello?!'

Smirking as he stealthily deleted each text from James' copy of the conversation, he then switched the phone to camera mode, and looked down at the needing, whining, squeaking mated mouse beneath him...

...Mated for now...

"Get up, and put those cute little hands on the wall." Bruce ordered, tapping record.

This was it, it was too late to go back now, he couldn't call Andrew if he wanted to, and he didn't, James was dedicated to pleasuring the Adonis rat, at any cost necessary.

"Ok..." James obeyed, turning around and putting his little hands on the wall, swaying his hips invitingly, if he was going to go through with this, he certainly was going to enjoy it.

Bruce, holding the camera up with one hand, knelt down and was sure to get every moment on film, tugging the dainty mouse's leggings down with a firm pull, exposing his soft pink hole and adorable hanging balls, before winking dead at the camera, and pushing his face forward, pressing his manly tongue across the writhing mouse hole with force.

James let out more pleasurable squeaks, now his own nails ground at the bricks as so many others' had, his toes curled on the pavement with each lick that lashed over his tailhole, his eyes crossed and tongue fell out in pleasure.

"Mmmmh tastes like it's mine, smells like it's mine, guess it's fuckin' mine." Bruce teased the camera, sending even more pleasure up through the mouse through his rear.

"It isss! Oh god it's yours!" James confessed unknowingly to both the recording and Bruce.

Bruce lapped his tongue a few more firm times against James' well salivated tailhole, swallowing and savouring the dainty mouse's flavor before grunting as he got back up to his feet.

"Last chance to go home to your useless fuckin' mouse, gonna stop me, or be mine?" Bruce firmly asked, a genuine tone to his voice.

That decision was made what felt like hours ago, and James had no restraint left in him, his hole felt so empty, his body so needy.

"I'm yours, p- please, fuck me Bruce..." James begged.

Bruce smirked widely and adjusted the camera, his cock slapping firmly between James' plush rear cheeks.

"Call me baby..." He demanded, and pulled his hips back, guiding his tip to the saliva coated tailhole.

James yelped out, feeling the red hot tip at his hole and instinctively pushed his hips backward, whimpering in pain and pleasure as he felt Bruce's cock stretching his hole wider than Andrew could have managed with his entire hand, let alone his small cock.

"I'm yours! I'm yours BABY, oh god, don't stop, I can take it!" James pleaded, pleasure completely dominating his senses, his adoration for Bruce adding fuel to his heart's fiery need.

"That's right, he's allll mine...Finally a good, tight boyfriend, my little Rat cock craving boyfriend." Bruce said just as much to himself in happiness and pleasure as he did to the intentional recording.

Inch by inch and fully raw, the saliva slicking his entry as he pressed deeper into the mouse's velvety depths, his heart racing in a forbidden love and lust for the shaking mouse beneath him. If his task was to break James into becoming his, he accomplished it with extra.

"Bruce, you feel, so good, oh my god I'm so f- fucking full!" James added to the recording's unbreaking material, his eyes watering in joy with how incredible the adonis Rat felt inside his burning, accepting depths.

"Oh baby boy, my little love, I am hardly even inside you...how's...this?!" Bruce teased as he pushed his bulky hips forward, fully bottoming his larger rod out inside of James' accepting hole.

The mouse could only scream, an echoing, lustful screech that bounced off the bricks louder than the bass echoing inside them, his body nearly went limp as the press of Bruce's fully hardened dominant tip pressed against his prostate with such force he had never felt before, and was hardly able to last through.

His smaller, twitching cock flailed helplessly in the air beneath him which Bruce must of taken an easy notice to, reaching down and eagerly lending a hand to his stiffness, stroking it in his strong, calloused hand.

Another thing Andrew never bothered to do, help him cum, as if to solidify his love's new direction, James threw his head back and with each primal thrust delivered into his depths by the roughly fucking Rat invading him, a rope of his own forbidden, stolen orgasm flew from his tip onto the brick wall in front of him, spraying with intensity he had never thought possible.

"That's right, blow your little load for me, my beautiful little boyfriend." Bruce groaned, his own shaft violently close to orgasm as he pumped out every intense squirt the smaller mouse had to offer.

James couldn't stand, his body was fully being held up by the raw, powerful thrusting up against the wall from Bruce's manly, strengthened hips, so he was equally helpless when for a moment, Bruce put the phone in his mouth, using his hands to twist and turn the smaller mouse on his cock, switching his position beneath him so they could face one another.

James, dizzy, fucked silly and unable to even speak, only moan and huff to each intense thrust, the last of his orgasm spraying out over his adorable little shirt and his eyes hazed and relaxed in pleasure, hardly even noticed that he was looking right into the camera lens of his own cell phone.

It should have bothered him, but he knew there was no way that Andrew could compete, and he hardly cared anymore, Bruce was the only rodent, no, man on Earth that could even think of pleasuring him anymore.

"Look into my eyes, and say those words you know you want to say, and I'll reward you with my proper Rat nut, say it baby, SAY IT!" Bruce ordered, off camera, only his lower half visible as his hips violently collided with James'

It took no question to know what words Bruce wanted to hear, the words that were true, the words that a part of James had felt since the moment he saw the smile on Bruce's face in line hours ago, the undeniable, powerful words.

"I love you, I love your big Rat cock, I love it so much!" He weakly squeaked, looking right into Bruce's eyes, intentionally ignoring the camera as he spoke.

Bruce couldn't hold back, the little mouse he had his eyes on all night finally broke, and that brought his own orgasm flooding out of his rod, into James' depths, roughly breeding him while he pushed rope after rope of piping hot, claiming seed into his stolen mated depths.

"Ugggh, breeding your ex, how you like that you fucking waste...he's MINE, this little mouse never wants to see you again, fucker." Bruce said through groans and desiring pants, his words not even remotely untrue, James' groaning and grabbing hands proving his point.

He rode out his orgasm for nearly a full clocked minute before the last spurting white jet of cum sprayed and splurted out of the filled mouse's rear, Bruce panted and turned the camera toward his face.

"Come near my mate, and I'll show you another way that Rats beat you." He cockily said, before ending the recording.

With a few last pushes deep into his freshly bred mouse, Bruce roughly pulled his length out of the freshly fucked backside and gently held James as he placed him down on the pavement, collapsing alongside of him.

Cum oozed from his tender, stretched rear, as James expected guilt to flood over him, but that guilt never came, he was too satisfied, too happy, too assured, even though Bruce was basically a perfect stranger, he was the one, he was certain of it.

"Now that you came your brains out, do you mean it, you want to belong to me?" Bruce calmly asked, panting in afterglow.

Cum drained and lust passed aside, his heart still beat with need for Bruce, and James simply nodded as he spoke. "I do, so badly...please...can I be yours?"

Bruce slowly passed James his cell phone back to him, and made his final order.

"Then you send this..." He said, the screen having a video file, ready to send to the contact listed 'babe <3'

"I'm sure he's fine dude, it's a concert, he probably put on an encore or something." A well dressed rabbit colleague spoke, consoling the nerve wracked Andrew.

"I get it but, you'd think he would at least tell me that..." Andrew replied, sighing and rubbing his temples in worry.

His worry fled as his phone pinged with the familiar tone of his loving James finally replying.

When he opened the message, the text body was blank, no words, no reassurances, nothing, only a video file.

He tapped it, expecting a concert clip, or even a meme, but was greeted by the smug, grinning face of a Rat, burying his face between his mate's rear.

Watching behind him, a few colleagues gathered and shared in his horror, as they watched the clip from beginning to end.

Sobbing as the video ended, Andrew threw his phone clean against the wall at the opposite end of his office.

His boss watched from his office, and smirked, knowing his most loyal employee would be much easier to convince to come in on off days.

At least he didn't need to worry about getting home early anymore...