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Ok, just before we go on in this part, I need to make something clear; hardship in life can get ugly sometimes, especially if you have a history of some sort. That being said, the story might take an unexpected leap into something entirely different. But don't get discouraged, nothing too extreme (I'm not a fan) but I felt like I need to give a heads-up about it to my readers.

Also, a fair warning: (R18+)

Yes, this is an adult story, with male/male action (with mild drama squeezed in between for the sake of the story), bad language and mild violence (in yiff at times), so if you are disturbed by such things, or simply get a turn off by some, do yourself a favor and don't proceed. Consider yourself warned.

M/M, Human, Tiger, Blowjob, Frottage, Kissing, W/S, Bad Language, Mild Drama, Blackmail, Torture (moderate), Humiliation, Story Progression.

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... it was dark...

The night had very few stars, but the black clouds hid the rest from appearing. The full moon was as pure and white as it was, the only source of light, but was also creepy, lonely, mute. There was no wind, no hills, just straight leveled ground spreading as far as some kind of black walls he can make at the far distance.

A lot of graves too.

The human felt his feet shivering, his body always wriggled in fright here, in this accursed... place.

'Ramzy.'

In the blink of an eye, that same mysterious tall figure appeared in front of him, levitating in place with his scythe covering a little bit of the moon's light. He eyed Yzmar in interest, pulling out that boney hand of his from under his cloak, holding the glowing hourglass. The glow was so strong this time, Yzmar couldn't make anything in his hand, but knew it was the 'borrowed time' he's living on.

'Ramzy, your time.'

"... what?"

He could feel his heart drumming faster, that strange being didn't get to finish his sentence, nor did he want to. But the scythe rose up slowly, answering his question with brimming glimmers, almost screaming in hunger inside his mind.

"No... No, wait!"

The blade went even higher, began to appear bigger, and it parted from his other hand, flying slowly over him.

"NO! STOP! N-NOT YET!"

The scythe instantly changed its speed and descended heavily from way up high. The earth under his feet cracked, the sand flew up, the graves' epitaphs shattered from mere wind force and the crumbled stones flew in place. The air made a strong sharp whistle as the blade was just a second over his frozen face.

The blow was... strange.

He found himself flying backward, his chest and right shoulder felt pain, but it wasn't a cut... more like... like a bash, or a tackle, nothing pierce-like. He looked again at the scythe's blade flagged where he was standing, the blade almost fully disappeared under the ground, but wait... someone was there...

Someone was in there with him...

He looked so familiar; a furry, orange in color, he gave him his back while facing that scythe. He stood still, his body didn't move at all, freezed, almost petrified.

"T..."

His eyes broke up, looking at that person falling to his knees, silently dropping his muscular body to the ground, with a pool of dark liquid spreading from his chest. The human couldn't do anything, his voice got too scared to get out and his eyes turned red from crying. His vision grew darker... and darker... he can feel himself slipping away...

'No one is immune from death, Ramzy!'

'Not you...'

'Not him...'

'Not anyone.'

'All that lives, dies!'

"TURBOOOOOOOO~!"

+++

It was dark again... dark and cold.

Yzmar woke up on the echoing roar of a thunder. His body quivered, lying on the bed, staring at the dim ceiling of his room. His heart was pumping fast, and he can feel a couple of tear trickles in his eyes. His mind was shocked; it took him a bit to realize when and where he was.

(A... a dream.)

He sat up, held his head with one hand and took a long breather. His hand moved from his head to his necklace under his white shirt. Holding it in his hand always helped. Another thunder strike illuminated the dark cloudy skies, flicking flashes of light inside his room.

(Calm down... another bad dream... phew... deep breath.)

His ill heartbeats returned normal again, but his eyes stared at nothing for a bit, bothered. His unconscious mind began to show him different nightmares lately. He knew that the cause of nightmares was excessive fret over something, and his whole worries were once about his disease, but they changed. It was clear that he was worried most for Turbo now.

'Damn, my throat is dry.'

Not wanting to rest his head back to the pillow yet, he got up, shivering slightly at the thunder strike. Thunder was one of his childhood's weaknesses that survived with him up to this day. Though he tried, his body gets scared easily from loud noises.

He got out, making his way easily across the dark living room to the kitchen. He flipped the switch open, and noticed a beer bottle on the table.

(Turbo?)

He walked to the table, took the empty bottle and tossed it in the garbage bin. Satisfying his thirst, he closed the lights and returned to his bed, shivering every now and then.

"Damn stormy nights, how can anyone sleep like this?"

Sleep... his eyes suddenly grew tired, but not a single bit of sleep was there. His eyes were tired from something else, his body was scared from the thunder's loud blows as it cracked the dark skies with every flash.

But there was something else, something entirely different, that last nightmare planted a new fear, and his troubled heart was scared of sleeping and dreaming of such scenes. Lying on the bed again, he faced away from the windows, feeling his body stiff and shudder at every roar, and his eyes open, stunned, feeling the need for comfort... feeling the need for...

"Shit, what's wrong with me?"

'Still a kid that wriggles like a leaf at lightning?'

"..."

'Heh, Yzmar you nev-'

"Shut up."

'... *sigh~* I'm your Brain, idiot, you know you can't shut me up as long as you think, and that means as long as you live.'

"... No, I can stop thinking."

'How?'

The human closed his eyes gradually, breathing slower than before. He knew he can't sleep, not in a stormy night, he never could sleep like this since he was a small child... he remember needing his mother's embrace to sleep back then. But now, he didn't mind not sleeping, as long as he can silence his brain.

'Wait, what are you...'

"..."

'... Tch!'

His 'brain' became quiet, the thoughts of Turbo replaced that accursed voice. He kept recalling how that courageous tiger broke through his heart's ice, reaching for him in dispirit hugs, holding him tight, sniffing his hair and licking at it, laughing at his face, whispering in his head when he was inches from breaking down...

Strange... his eyes still caught the room brimming in flashes now and then, but the sound of the enraged thunder no longer tackled at his being. He can make the cloud's angry barks, but his body felt protection. His hands reached to the chain, dragging the pendent out and gripping around it.

"Yeah, it's ok... I'm fine."

His lips smiled, answering a question he heard from his mate several times. What's wrong, Yzmar? Is everything's alright, mate? You ok there, love? But those thoughts grew shady, a scene of that crumbled building was fighting with Turbo's image on who would claim this human's mind. His eyes remained shut, hoping to fall asleep, his arms and legs got close and hugged themselves under the bed sheets from the cold.

"I'm... I'm ok... I'm safe."

+++

Turbo got out of his room with a slice of toast dangling from its bitten corner. He hopped around, getting his other leg inside his overall garment and sensed his gloves in his back pocket. He turned to Yzmar's room, the door was closed, maybe he's changing. The memories of that beach day still lingered fresh in his mind, and a warm smile filled his being when the memories shifted to what they did after they returned to the apartment that day. Moans of his mate were still alive in his mind, it almost made him horny again... if he wasn't already.

He took a bite off the bread, walking silently to his room and placing his ear near the door. Damn, he can't hear a thing. He stood a minute there, baffled at his own actions. They are mates now, he shouldn't be so formal and knock before entering, should he? It's not like he did knock most of the time. He opened the door and called out.

"Morning, mate."

He stood at the door a bit, expecting a reply, but it didn't look like it will happen soon; Yzmar didn't even notice him entering, the human was sitting on the far corner of the bed, getting his knees close, hugging them with his arms.

"Mate?"

The human shivered clearly, Yzmar's eyes were closed, he shook his head several times to kick those memories off.

*Door slam~*

(C'mere, brat!)

(... please, no more... it hurts.)

(I SAID COME HERE, YOU SLUT! OR I'LL DRAG YOU!)

(Let me go... *sob~* please, don't hurt me.)

Feeling something touching his shoulder, his grip on his legs grew stronger, and a whimper escaped him.

"D... don't hurt me."

"What?!"

"Please..."

"Yzmar, it's me."

The human slowly raised his head from his knees, receiving a caressing touch on his hair. As soon as his body identified that paw, it got relaxed again. His grip lightened until it broke, and his knees dropped lower. He looked at Turbo, gazing at his eyes.

"Mate, you ok? You're crying."

"I'm... I'm fine, my mind is... oh fuck, it's nothing, I'm fine."

Turbo looked at that human trying his best to smile at him. He just realized something, he knows nothing of his mate, nothing at all. All he knows is that he's a great engineer, infected by a vile disease (in which the tiger can fix, hopefully) and that's about it.

"... mate, you can tell me anything. You know that, right?"

"..."

"You sure you don't want to talk about this?"

"... I want to forget, Turbo. Remembering my past is painful. I want to start from square one, just like you said before."

"I didn't mean to upset you, love."

"You didn't, Turbo. It's ok, really... what time is it?"

"Twenty to seven."

"OH SHIT!!"

"*Grin~* not a morning person, are you?"

"GET OUTTA THE WAY!"

Yzmar got up, ran quickly to his room's toilet and splashed his face several times. Then he went to his wardrobe and began skimming around it. The tiger kept looking at him in surprise, but as soon as Yzmar picked out his work garment, Turbo's face frowned and 'tsked' in disapproval.

"Hey, put that thing back."

"... I'm sorry, what?"

"You're not going, I won't let you."

"No, Turbo, I am going!"

He walked to the human and held his right hand from the wrist, looking at his face, still insisting.

"Not on my watch, the boss said a whole week, and it's Friday. Just one more day and-"

"I can't take it anymore, Turbo, I'm going... I'll walk there like before if you won't take me."

"I won't just leave you here if you act like this."

"What, you'll tie me up or something?"

The tiger sighed in defeat; it was easy to change Yzmar's mind on anything, but he never backed down when it comes to work. Turbo released the human's wrist and turned around, walking about the room.

"... don't expect me to nurse you again if the flu gets worse."

"That coming from you? Why did you agree on the beach yesterday if you... Turbo?"

Yzmar noticed him stopping near his writing desk, and flushed in embarrassment. The tiger stopped there, curious at the one book that wasn't in its place with all the others, just resting on top of the desk, it seems recently used (or read.) The word 'Yzmar' was written on the cover, with nothing else. He reached with one paw to it, but took a step back after finding a dashing human laying both his hands on the book.

"D-DON'T TOUCH THAT!"

"... is that a diary?"

"... y... yes, it is."

"My mate's diary... Hmm, can I read it?"

"Let me think-HELL NO!"

"..."

The tiger reached for the journal despite the human's wishes, but got surprisingly tackled as Yzmar gave his stomach a head-butt, leaving him bowing in shock.

"*Owfffff~*"

"I-I'm warning you, Turbo. Back off!"

"Aww, why not?"

"Because!"

"Because what?"

"Just because!"

Turbo smirked, that sudden head-butt was interestingly provoking, does this naïve human honestly think he can prevent him from doing anything? He lowered his head, bowing close to Yzmar and smiled at his scared face, talking with a low tone.

"You know, I'm much stronger than you, mate; I can just snatch that thing from you whenever I want."

"... you wouldn't do that."

"No?"

His paw rested slowly over the human's arms, threatening.

"How about now? Still sure I wouldn't?"

"You don't want me to hate you, do you?"

Turbo took a slow step back; those words, and that serious look on his mate's face... he laughed out immediately.

"Wow, you get angry quickly, mate. It's just a diary."

"Don't joke around, man. I'm dead serious."

"Oh, c'mon, I'm your mate, aren't I?"

"Still, these thoughts aren't on paper for you to read."

"Then for what?"

"... just something that I kept doing since I was little."

"Oh? Never thought you were that type."

"It helps me get my thoughts together, that's all."

Turbo glanced at the diary, and the pen in the middle of the diary's bent pages suggested only a small part of the diary being used.

"Hmm, you don't write a lot, do you?"

The human sighed, taking the pen between the pages out and returning the book to his desk's drawer.

"The truth is... this is the second journal."

"Oh? Then where's the first one?"

Yzmar looked at him again in annoyance.

"Enough talking about my logs, Turbo."

"Fine... then let's start talking about something else."

The tiger's voice suddenly felt a bit of mockery in it.

"Remember the photos we took at the beach? I went to Zed's place last night, and he gave me some copies..."

Yzmar froze in his place, remembering that damned owl taking shots at him in that outfit. The silence made the tiger smirk, but the picture he put on the desk was the one they took before leaving. The group shot, to be exact, in which Zed programmed the camera's snap after 10sec, and fell on his face when he ran back. The camera snapped three times, and every shot looked more messed up than the other. Zed was the only one posing for the shots as he got quickly up and posed with two Vs, while the rest looked at him in shock.

"He was kind enough to give me two, so here's one for you."

"Oh... that photo."

"Heheh, I have the outfit shots too, but I'm keeping those."

"What?! Hey, man, this is just too embarrassing, get rid of 'em."

Yzmar felt electricity in his body, there was a sudden emerge of a paw touch under his shirt as Turbo fixed his eyes on him in silent interest. Bringing that subject up, it just made the tiger feel uncomfortable under his clothes, it was clear in his eyes... not to mention that paw feeling Yzmar's body.

"T-Turbo, not now."

The human reached with both his hands at the strong arm, not thinking of stopping it but rather asking it kindly to stop.

"Hmm."

"Turbo, we have work soon."

"Damn, it almost feels like you don't want to anymore, mate."

"Wh-what!? No, it's... that's not what I..."

"Hey, settle down, I was joking, love."

"..."

"You're right, let's do it later... it will give me something to look forward to."

"... I... I guess."

+++

"So what will it be?"

"..."

Zephyr was sitting with another furry in a coffee place, while his 'gorilla pet' of a buffalo stood silently behind him. The deal was still going on, and the other party didn't seem to be sure about it yet. The hyena took his cup calmly and sipped a bit, only to put on a disgusted face and glare at the coffee. He returned the cup back and continued.

"If you don't want to, it's fine; I'll just find anoth-"

"A-actually..."

"Hmm?"

"Err..."

The hyena soon caught those nervous glimpse this furry is stealing at his buffalo friend... again. He turned back at the buffalo, and the later was staring back at him, keeping a close eye on Zephyr in everything. A devilishly smirk found its way to the feline as he sat straight back again, pointing backward with his thumb at the buffalo and took his chance with another... interesting approach.

"Tell you what? On top of the cash money, you'll get to spend one night with him."

"!!"

The buffalo's eyes didn't go wide, rather grew more intense to control his anger, not believing how rude and daredevil this hyena is, offering him up as a 'reward' for some no-namer! But the furry looked more nervous now, and it was exactly the expected reaction Zephyr was looking for.

(Pst, heard he's quite the animal, I mean just look at the size of his package! Daaam~! I wouldn't be surprised if you met your maker after one night with this big daddy.)

The furry began blushing hard now, and his eyes got fixed on his coffee, cowering to make eye-contacts again. Zephyr smiled in victory, he just scored his winning point.

"So do we have ourselves a deal?"

"... I'll-"

The hyena instantly slammed a black briefcase on the table, almost sending him flying in fright.

"Super! Here's half of the money as promised, you'll get the other half, and Mr. Handsome too, as soon as you show up."

"O... okay."

"Don't forget, now. We're counting on you, man... and I don't need to spell the consequences should you chicken out."

The hyena stood up immediately, not wishing to stay in this awful coffee shop any longer, still bothered by the bad taste in his mouth.

Reaching the limo, the buffalo pat on his shoulder, like he always do when he wants to speak to him. It made the hyena wonder how much this guy hated him to the point of not calling his name, not even once ever he joined.

"Hey, you."

"*Sigh~* I have a name, brute."

"You never seem to call me by mine."

"That's because I never got the honors."

"And you'll never, it's good this way."

"Ugh... never mind, call me whatever you wish, then."

The buffalo pulled at his shoulder, not really satisfied to talk with his back instead of his face.

"What now?"

"Listen here, chuckle bag, I'm 'not' a tradable possession, let alone not being yours."

"Oh, give it a rest, will you? He did say yes as soon as I added you on the list. Besides, it will be the last thing he'll ever get to do, might as well give him what he wants, eh?"

"..."

"You know what I mean, don't you?"

"I'm fully aware of that."

"See? Everything's going smoothly."

The hyena opened the limo, getting in the driver's seat, while the buffalo turned to the other side and sat next to him. The limo moved while the hyena's expression got more serious.

"But I still can't get it, brute."

"..."

"The master made an agreement with those scumbags about this Ramzy, and now he wants us to arrange all this-"

"I told you, chuckles, our master knows what he's doing."

"Yeah alright, but I wish he would at least share his thoughts."

"We follow orders, and I'm to make sure you do just that."

"So... what, you're babysitting me now?"

"You just called yourself a baby, chuckles."

The hyena let out a blasting laughter.

"Shit, brute, you can be the bloody companion if you try."

"... Holy Mother of Nature, you're fucking loud!"

+++

"The Grim, you say?"

"Yes, it was recently public to the whole factory."

"What was?"

"His files, silly!"

The wolf kept silent, his blood gradually rushing to his head as all those comments kept finding their way to his ears.

"I-is it contagious?"

"I've heard it is, only in unsafe direct 'contact' at least."

"You mean-"

"Yup, something like that."

"So... wait, those bulls who got declared dead, and also happened to be molesting him... they..."

"That's possible, yes."

"Freaking Yikes!"

Silver couldn't hide his disturbance and disgust at the stupid chatter happening around him any longer. As soon as his illness ceased to be a secret, it was a matter of seconds before it became like this. Those who knew tell those who didn't know, and so on and so forth. The gossip sometimes reached the point of discussing the number of 'days' left for the poor guy before he dies, it made Silver realize the pressure his human friend was trying to avoid all this time. Being the hot-tempered bomb that he was, he turned to the two furries near him and hushed them in sheer annoyance.

"Keep an eye on your engines, better not to have a chameleon taking note of your idle chatter in a test run, no less."

"... *gulp~*."

After silencing them, Silver turned his attention again to Yzmar. The human was standing in the middle of the warehouse, just beside the big main engine. His eyes were closed, but his expression was strong, and his limbs were focused.

Soon, another engine's temperature exceeded the limit, and that engine's engineer had to shut it off, grunting helplessly. Silver took a look around the place; 17 engines overheated, it's almost the same results before Yzmar came, but the main engine has been rolling for far longer than before. Still, if more than 20 engines out of all 30 overheat...

"Silver, what the fuck, dude?! Your engine! Shut it down now!"

Silver gasped at Yzmar's shout, realizing that his engine was steaming hot, any longer than this and an explosion was bound to happen. The wolf quickly reached down for his engine's grip and pulled at it, cutting his engine's power source from the main one's and immediately worked on shutting it down. Wiping off a sweat trickle, Silver sighed in surprise, that was rather close.

'Damn, my engine busted again... that makes 18...'

He turned at Yzmar again, and the human still had his eyes closed. He kept staring at the earthling a couple of minutes, then his eyes opened wider, getting back on his feet.

'That son of a gun, he's catching the engines' sounds?!'

Silver instantly closed his eyes as well, flicking his ears several times, pointing them in every direction. If humans can do it, so can he! His muzzle soon arced in a smile, he can do it! Somehow, he can actually hear it... an unusual sound, more metallic than electronic, and it's coming from several places. But it was hard to know which from which; the warehouse was big, housing 30 engines with only a couple of meters between one another, and echoes in this enclosed place made it even harder... Silver opened his eyes again, looking at his human friend in puzzled but excited stares. Looks like sound alone isn't enough after all, there has to be something else...

Yzmar soon grunted, looking at the main engine's temperature reading dial. He frowned in disappointment and turned to a couple of other engines, waving at them to be shut down.

'There goes two... that's 20... one more engine and it's another botched attempt.'

Silver smiled sarcastically to himself, for as soon as he finished that thought, Yzmar waved for another engine, and thereby declaring for all the rest of the engines to be shut down as well. The hard sounds of engines rolling started to fade, until it vanished completely. He soon turned to the nine engineers, whom engines were in acceptable conditions until the end, and nodded at them to mark their engines.

Everyone stretched out; normally, after a test run, engines heat a lot, and it becomes ineffective to be operated on, not to mention the hazards it may cause for the lack of oxygen created by hot engine smog. Therefore, a test run also means a quick 10min break for the Mechanics Department. They all moved away from the engines, as Gemik activated the cooling system, and a chilly breeze began to fill the place up. Yzmar took a glance up, and all the windows of the 3 floors over theirs were filled with spectators from the Information Department staff, Zed and Claus were there observing as well. He soon shivered in shock, taking a step back as Gemik appeared near him, getting out of his invisible form.

"Don't worry, 'have the data right here. Will get it sent to Zed right away."

"Th... Thank you, Sir Gemik, please do."

"... what's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

Low chatter filled the place, mostly related to the nine engines that looked in good shape for way longer than expected. And then - with that thought in mind - soon boasts locked on this one spacing-out human for his undeniable efforts, test runs have been improving ever since he joined the club. Yzmar wasn't there, though, he was standing near them but his mind was still in the middle of the engines. He turned to Silver as the wolf drew near and called his name, returning his mind to his head.

"What's wrong, bro?"

"Silver, that's my line."

"Wha...?"

"You almost blew up yourself there, what were you thinking?"

Silver felt his voice dying out, as he reached with one paw to his snout and scratched it a bit.

"Me bad."

"What's up your mind?"

"I was wondering..."

"... I saw you closing your eyes. Knowing you, you might have guessed it by now."

"Sounds, right? Noticed there was a slight difference."

"Bingo, well done."

"But that's not all, is it?"

"Maybe."

The human smiled to himself, not planning to give him an easy answer just yet. Silver frowned, realizing what his friend is trying to do.

"Hey, are you testing me?"

"*Chuckles~* you found all this out by yourself already."

"Tch, fine then, I'll figure it out on my own."

"Well, bro, good luck with that."

The human smiled to himself, still staring at the engines. It made him happy, one of the many engineers was observing him closely, and it happened to be Silver. Everyone else lost themselves in chatters by now, some went to the restroom, others just sat down to rest. The human and his wolf friend kept standing there, looking back at the engines.

"The more time I spend with you the more I..."

Yzmar turned slowly towards the canine in surprise, Silver was looking at the engines still, his thoughts are finally breaking free from his mind and dashing to his jaws.

"The more you what?"

"... *sigh~* it's nothing."

"You sure? If you want to tell me something, I'll listen."

"It's ok, don't... don't worry about it, it's really nothing."

"As you wish, I'm going to wash my face."

It didn't need much guessing, but Yzmar somehow didn't want to think of that possibility as he walked away. After all, his disease made it impossible except for Turbo's strange case. Silver turned back at the human, and both his paws rolled up in punches, tightening up. Those feelings he have were pointless, ever since the day he joined Turbo and the others to save him at the harbor. And it was better for them both if Yzmar stays oblivious about it, at least they were close friends, really close friends. Sadly, that was as far as they could go.

+++

It was chilly now, the wind grew colder, and it was a normal thing to hear the wind whistling every once in awhile. Yzmar shivered in his shoes, rubbing his arms from the shoulders down to his elbows. It began to get really cold these past days, and it was clear that the worst of winter has yet to come.

'Shitty weather! When I left my past behind and came to Velencia, the last thing in my mind was the blasted weather.'

He brought both hands to his face, rubbing at it hard and trying to maintain his hands' temperature by blowing hot air on them using his mouth. He turned around, bugged out that Turbo didn't show up yet, he has the car keys with him, after all.

'And to think that my flu is finally wearing off... FUCK! What's taking him so...'

He grunted, his chest suddenly pulsed. Knowing what that was, he quickly took the pendant in his hand and closed his eyes firmly, stabbing his neck with it. He panted in respite, bothered at the new symptoms of The Grim. It was a clear mark, he first noticed it at the beach's toilet. His face sulked as his mind wondered about the inevitable fate awaiting him at the end of the road. He'll have to leave everything if Ix fails in finding a solution, and the one that will get the heaviest strike is...

"Mate!"

Turbo, getting out of his department's workshop, removed his rubber gloves and rushed hurriedly, he stopped near the shivering human who didn't seem to bother turning his face towards him.

"I had to clean a mess that I've created."

"Really... how nice of you."

"I guess I should have told you to wait inside the workshop."

"Let's just go; standing here any longer means my end."

+++

"What the... this fireplace isn't real?!"

Turbo locked the apartment's door and turned to his helpless mate. The fireplace appeared so realistic, it even housed some real pieces of wood down there, but the surprise was rather shocking to Yzmar.

"But of course, it's just decoration..."

"And all this time, I thought-"

"In which era do you think you're living, mate?"

"... blast it!"

"Why would you want fire anyway?"

"Why else, dork?! My limbs are barely keeping it together!"

"How about a hot shower then? With me, of course."

"That won't warm the place up, Turbo; it's getting cold here too, even the coach is-"

"It's not that cold, why are you making a mountain out of a molehill like that?"

"I'm not, it's seriously almost ice cold in here."

"Hmm, is it because you have no fur?"

"Fuck that! Whatever it is, I don't care, I just-"

Without a warning, Yzmar felt himself dragged yet again for another hug. The back of his head rested on the tiger's chest, feeling his toned pelt coat, it didn't take much to realize that Turbo was topless.

"Quite the moody person when you're cold eh, mate?"

"..."

"Want me to warm you up, then?"

"... you never get tired of hugging and cuddling me, do you?"

"I don't know... should I?"

"I don't know... shouldn't you?"

"What about you, mate? Do you get annoyed that much when I keep us close?"

"It's not that... it's..."

"... what?"

"... *sigh~* I don't know, I'm not... too familiar with..."

He couldn't go on, he himself didn't know why, and that was the only way he thought he could say it; it wasn't familiar to him at all. His body was open for him, but his mind still kept its barriers secured, that kind of pain he felt in the past was so agonizing he doesn't want to feel it again, that flying bottle of whisky left his soul, and body too, with a scar.

The tiger stood silent, still having him in his hold, merely just looking down at his spaced-out partner. Yzmar didn't seem so comfortable at times when Turbo hugged him, but Turbo was understanding; keeping his rare condition in mind, the tiger was somehow expecting strange things coming from him. His hold released Yzmar slowly, and the human turned back at him in peculiar looks, knowing that he was yet again not as passionate as his lover was.

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

As soon as he heard the word he hates the most coming from his lover, Turbo descended on his mate with his muzzle and hushed him with a soft kiss. Yzmar shuddered, finding his mouth so suddenly occupied, denied the ability to speak. This time was odd, though; the tiger didn't bother with holding him, and Yzmar could have easily stepped away to break that hushing kiss, but he never did. His body remained there, guilt stopped him from moving. Turbo pulled back again, smiling at him, and whispered in his face quietly.

"It's alright. Sometimes, I think I too find it impossible to hold myself from feeling you near me, mate. Maybe I overdo it."

"..."

"By the way, there's a self-built heating system in the apartment, so don't get too choppy about it, love."

He moved his right paw slowly and laid it lightly on Yzmar's hair, gazing inside his eyes and reassuring him with a smiley face. Being received by such surprising tender touches, Yzmar forgot what he wanted to say, words disappeared from his lips, being replaced with that feline's taste.

A smile crawled up the edges of his mouth, a smile that made Turbo close his eyes in glee that he succeeded once again in cheering him up.

"I'm surprised that the boss didn't say anything, though."

"I couldn't help it, one week without work made me rusty."

"But you were doing good, couldn't you wait for today at least?"

"It's Friday, and if I didn't go to work, that would've meant waiting two more days, as well."

"Sheesh, is your head filled with nothing but engines?! Do something else for a change, will you?"

"Like what?"

"Like... a hobby or something, I don't know."

"Yeah ok, a hobby... but like what?"

"Hell, I don't know... Reading? Sport? Cooking? You must have something you want to do, right?"

"..."

That sudden silence alarmed the tiger, Yzmar was spacing out, thinking about those words. What he feels like doing... what could that be, he wondered? All he felt like doing these past years was searching for a cure. A hobby, eh? Yeah right, like he had all the time in the world for that! Turbo smiled yet again, letting his paw slide down the human's cheek and placed it on top of the pendant under his shirt, bringing the human's attention back to him.

"Something you feel like doing... just like me now, I feel like I can't hold it any longer."

He pulled at his pendant slowly, weakly, without applying any force in it, like a cat pulling on its master's clothes, begging for attention. That pull was more inviting than ordering, more bewitching than demanding. And as soon as those green marbles connected with his topazes, the human fell under Turbo's spell, making his feet walk forward, needing to kill those small centimeters that separated between one physical bond.

Bulky strong arms rubbed their way across the human's body, turning all around him from behind, clamming him tenderly close to mighty hard muscles. How can such firm torso and abdomen feel so soft was beyond Yzmar's knowledge, the only unquestionable thing was their real existence around him whenever he needed them.

"Unbelievable, you succeed in casting my stress away like it was nothing, just like that."

"Really, love, I could swear you make me feel the same."

"You? Hassled? Get out..."

"It's because I have you now... so..."

"So?"

"Wanna get down? This tiger's in need for some loving."

"S-so soon?!"

"Well, I have someone to meet at six. I don't know if I can hold it in until tonight without going nuts, so I want it now."

"... then c... can I... this time..."

Turbo hummed in questioning tenor; Yzmar felt a little embarrassed when he stammered on his words. A slight push broke between their hug, but not entirely, only enough for them to look in one another's faces.

"Can I maybe... t... taste you..."

"Oh, yes."

"?!"

"We'll be kissing and smooching as much-"

"Turbo, that's not..."

"Not what you meant?"

The human looked down and burned even more rosy, but his mate smiled, trying to guess his mind.

"Oh... perhaps you want to have an 'oral' bond today?"

Yzmar closed his eyes shut, a shiver vibrated him in Turbo's hold as his head nodded weakly, shocked at how often this tiger can read his mind. But his embarrassment faded with a lick on his hair, and his tiger began pulling him to his room. Yzmar looked at him, but the tiger was looking away, flicking the temperature of the room a bit higher, and guided his lover with him to the bed's edge. The furry sat slowly on the bed, and his muzzle rose up slightly, looking back at the human who stood between his parted legs and knees, still not believing how simple this was.

His tiger didn't say a single word, but when he led him in his room, sat on the edge of the bed, made him stand between his legs like that... all that was loud enough for an answer. Turbo smiled, staying topless the way he was with only his lower garment covering up the rest of his body up to his hips.

"What's wrong? Didn't you want this?"

"..."

With two slow paws, Turbo raised Yzmar's shirt a bit, revealing his skinny figure to about under his arms, giving him a reassuring look, and all the while Yzmar was speechless, not sure if he was happy with how things were or not.

"Do you want me to give you a paw here?"

"T... Turbo, you don't... No stop, I'm sor-"

"Don't be like that with me, gorgeous."

"I-I didn't really mean to-"

"Don't be scared, I'm your mate."

"... but..."

"Yzmar, please, I want this too."

"I... huh?"

"Mate, if there's anything, and I mean anything that you want, all you need to do is ask. Tell me what you want, what you desire. You only need to open the door to let me in."

A long moment of deep thought conquered him, just looking at the tiger sitting in front of him. Those yellow circles looked different, it was surprising to be the same eyes of a strong alpha, but they spoke desperately yet purely, wishing this human to let his guard down around him, at least with him.

"Here's another lesson: as mates, you need to give as much as you take to be fair. Just like you give me what I want, I'll be happy to give you what you want, but I can't tell what that is if you won't open up and have me inside, mate. So c'mon, relax."

"T... Turbo..."

"Shhh, it's alright, love, I don't mind. Let's do it."

Yzmar finally moved his arms up, getting his shirt off in a hurry, it took the tiger by surprise, and made him giggle when he began quickly undoing his belt and zipper. He placed both his paws on Yzmar's shoulders, making him bow a bit as he looked at his face.

"Slow down, lover boy. I'm not going anywhere, take all the time you need. I want you to enjoy every second of it."

He leaned more forward, resting his head against Yzmar's naked body, and his paws twirled behind his shoulders and rubbed his back, bringing him closer. Yzmar's shudder disappeared, feeling his fur rubbing against him in need, and those purrs got louder as soon as he placed his hands on Turbo's head from the back, fond of his warm fur.

Turbo raised his head up, and kissed those ruby cherry lips in slow brushes, moaning, toying, bathing them in hot breaths and desires. Yzmar soon forgot about his pants, keeping his hands on the tiger's shoulders, close to his massive neck, while two paws didn't mind handling that stupid piece of clothing for him.

His paws kept wondering around his underwear, now that his pants dropped down to his feet and got kicked back. The paws grabbed softly, around every butt cheek, his hips, his groin, and finally decided it was time this underwear joined the pants, slipping like a lazy worm under that feeble fabric.

All this time, Yzmar was having his lips locked with him, strange forces kept his breath heavy and restless. He held this tiger in a special place inside his heart, and now that same tiger accepted his wishes. It was near impossible for him to tell Turbo how glad he was in finding him, he tried it once back at the shower and all that came out were broken utterances and sobs. But now... now he was given another chance.

They pulled away their lips, looking at one another, but the tiger's gaze dropped instantly to his body... that same body he grew to admire, adore and love. He had to press the breaks this time; his fangs almost drooled to go all out on it, but today he wanted to let his lover be in charge. His upper body relaxed backward, supported by both arms and paws at the bed, looking up at the human again.

"I still have my garment on, would you help me?"

Yzmar said nothing, not that he didn't want to, he just couldn't. He saw its tip when he got raped by him, and a little of the rode when he caressed him while being asleep and before going to the beach that day, never did he witness its full glory... but he was seconds from doing that, and in his hands and mouth. He looked in between Turbo's legs, the bulge was visible, noticeable, and musk was already rising. Yzmar kept staring longer, as his feet brought him lower, sitting on his knees and placing two light hands on his strong thighs. Warm, it felt so warm, his hands were so cold from before and this heat was satisfying to his hands.

A pleased low rumble reached his ears from the ferocious tiger, his hands were moving over the garment faintly. But the rumbling turned out in discomfort and effort, and on occasions his big bulge would pulse a bit, and his musk was getting more and more daring. Turbo was panting now, he was incredibly hot from the start, it made Yzmar tremble; his lover was already aroused and eager, the minute he uncovers that part, it will jump in his face screaming to be touched.

"Yzmar... just do the zipper and button please..."

A hard gulp was all he could respond with, he moved his hands and placed them over that bulging package. A low yelp with a faint jump received his actions, and the pleasured rumbling returned once again in his ears. Yzmar's blush never left; he wanted to see it, but also this fear in him that he won't be able to do it... he was forced to do it many times, true, but now the consequences of failing felt more severe. He won't be thrashed about if he fails, nor will he get his privates violated, nor tortured, nor splashed in everyone's fluid... it's going to be worse, he'll be letting Turbo down, he'll...

"Yzmar..."

The human gasped, feeling one paw stroking his hair. Turbo sat straight and was now eyeing that green ball of hair between his legs with kindness and passion.

"Ease up, mate. Don't hesitate; I'll love you no matter what."

Yzmar whimpered quietly; those were just the words he died to hear from him at this very second, it felt like Turbo read through him like an open book. A new resolve emerged in his mind, he was to meet this trust with everything he has.

'Never let this one person down... never!'

Those hands felt more powerful at last, undoing the black button and going along with the zipper. And there it was, the tent quickly emerged, covering one of the most amazing erections Yzmar was about to welcome. The top of the tent was already wet, the monster underneath was going on a rampage, intimidating, aggressive and threatening to break through the tiger's boxers asunder.

"... *gulp~* wow."

"Heheh... *pants~* can't tame him however I try."

The human's slick fingers were now reaching for it from over the tent, and it didn't seem obedient at his pokes. The beast was rock hard already, awaiting impatiently for him to serve it. Yzmar was unable to wait further, too. His fingers hooked the top of his boxers, anchoring it down.

Turbo grunted, finally the last layer that held him caged was getting loose, his member pushed against it stoutly. Finally pulled off and under the sheath, Turbo's hulking Mr. C stood firmly in attention, staring Yzmar in the face 5 centimeters away. The stench was powerful now, and the tip was shining with ooze, sliding ever so slowly from the only exit and down its head.

That male's maleness was, just as its owner; oppressive, possessive and strapping. Its redness was dark, even before starting to do anything, Yzmar could swear witnessing a pulse or two. And that odor barged up his brains with every inhale, it was impossible to smell anything else.

Turbo looked down at the spacing human, and snaps of his fantasy about his mate sucking him returned to his head. His eyes were drunk, he could feel himself blush. True, it's what his mate wanted, but he himself wanted it a lot as well. Yzmar drew closer, extending his tongue out and catching some of that fluid as he licked the head. The tiger instantly faced the ceiling, shutting his eyes, his cock throbbed by only one small lick.

Yzmar twitched a bit, he can't taste anything anymore, but the sharp bitter taste was there since it's Turbo he's serving. He gave another courageous lick, then came another daring one... then a loving one. Turbo opened his eyes at the room's roof, not believing this scary sequence. Just as he imagined it, exactly how he wanted it, the way he loved it to be...

Familiarizing himself with his lover's tang, the human opened his mouth to finally welcome the head inside. Slowly and carefully, his mouth flexed and slimed over it, trying his best not to grind it with his teeth. It was big, Yzmar had to open his mouth wide to get it in, and it was clear that its length was way bigger than his mouth, so he made do with burying as much as he could. He went further, and further... and yet further. He suddenly flinched and gagged, shortly feeling a paw at his head pushing him a bit.

"Mate... *pant~* I said slow down, don't hurt yourself."

A nod answered the tiger, as he faced up again and closed his eyes, focusing on not letting out the frenzy beast inside him and use his head ruthlessly. Yzmar returned from where he took off, coating the blade's tip with his spit to slide it more easily. He brought his hands as well, one at his groin and base, rubbing around his sheath, and the other humping slowly at the part that didn't fit inside.

Turbo rumbled louder, his teeth were now visible, grinding against each others, and his paws grasped the bed covers. Moans escaped his muzzle, not believing this amount of bless he was feeling. It was different, way different, he pawed off to that thought once, but now it felt incredibly awesome. His legs parted more, his toes parted in thrill and delight... this wasn't normal, it was... it was like seventh heaven (seriously, where did such a term come from, anyway?)

He looked down in fever, gazing at that face in his crotch. Yzmar had his eyes closed, focusing his attention on his mouth and not biting or shredding at his mate's meat. The hand sensing his groin moved down, tugging at his garment and boxers even lower, allowing his balls to fling out. Then he used his free hand to feel them, to caress that sensitive skin, and marvel at its heaviness and size. Turbo panted, hardly standing all this attention after only three or so days of waiting, it was the longest 'only three or so days' in his life so far, but it was so worth it, that much was unquestioned.

"Yzmar... *pant~* you're actually... pretty good-*pant~* Ooh!"

The human kept going, his pace didn't change, it felt like he didn't hear him. There was something he most wanted at thatvery moment, and delaying it with small talk was utterly pointless, he just needs to finish first. Yzmar's heart was pounding hard, his heartbeats weren't quick, but they were... strong, his chest was vibrating slightly every second.

'I... want this. I can't stop, I really fucking want it all.'

In front of Turbo's shocked eyes, the human began descending further, getting closer and closer to where he gagged before. A paw returned to his head, denying him further progress, but that stubborn head pushed stronger, rebilling against his mate, advancing further, dangerously close to gagging.

"Y-Yzmar, be c-carefu... *gasp~*!"

The tiger didn't believe it, but Yzmar reached almost halfway, and finally broke his gagging record. Impossible, the human was deepthroating. Yzmar stayed a bit, then pulled away slowly, enabling himself to breathe again, then proceeded again inside, reaching to where he stopped, then pulled out again.

Turbo panted and gasped in surprise, his mouth was starting to feel tighter than before. That was not all, that human between his legs was going even further with every attempt, he was truly gulping his cock inside to fit the rest, going little by little.

"Shit, Y-Yzmar... *huff~* G... God! Fuck, don't stop..."

Yzmar was by now having his lips touching the flaring knot, and just the thought was arousing the tiger to over his limits.

"Yzmar! I'm... cl-*grunt~*... oh shit..."

Turbo reached to his head, pushing against it. If he starts to shoot with his cock like this, it might hurt him. But Yzmar resisted, keeping him fully buried inside his mouth to near his knot, and rasped at his cock, tilting his head and tightening around it with his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

"I-I'm... g... g-oh ffffffuuuck~!"

The tiger howled, filling both their ears with his cry as his milk blasted out. Turbo's claws came out as he held his mate's head, he wanted to push but his body felt paralyzed, his paws remained on his head, the only functioning part of his body right now was his dick. All his dick, the human's mouth housed all his dick but the knot, almost like the way Turbo imagined it facing the toilet's mirror. Those skills were extraordinary; it's no amateur's work.

Yzmar, after letting some shots go down his throat instantly, pulled a bit, wanting to taste that cum, the very cum that filled him that day, the one that gave him life. He wanted so much to welcome it, to pay his respects, to thank it and feel it. He brought both his hands to the part he didn't engulf, and began pumping as his mouth kept sucking and gulping.

The amount was huge, the surges of Turbo's love for him were greater than what he could gulp in every shot, he simply couldn't keep up. Soon, his mouth got filled up and began leaking, and cum slid down his chin, dripping down to his bent knees. He stopped chugging, feeling soar and numb, but that cock didn't stop yet. He had to pull all out, and ended up getting his face splashed with shots. Turbo's cum oozed down his cheeks and face, wetting his neck, pendant and chest until the shot's tendency decreased.

Turbo looked at him covered in his semen, and his lust finally broke free from its chains, berserk mode got activated with a storm. He picked the human up, turned him and hugged him to himself hard as he lied down on the bed with his love over him. He kept the human secured with his left arm around his chest, caging Yzmar's arms to his sides, while the other paw instantly tried to position his still-erupting cannon side by side with Yzmar's penis, shoving them together.

Yzmar, feeling stuffed with bitter cum in his mouth, didn't know what was happening, his head was spinning in tornados, until Turbo's paw began rubbing his penis along with his dick quickly, wanting him to reach his peak with him.

"T... Tur... GU-UGH!"

"RRRrrrrruuugh!"

Yzmar shrieked, wanting to stop him, but Turbo's arm was strong, it kept him in place as his dick continued bathing him in his fluid. The beast under him was thrusting his hips upward against his penis with every stroke of his paw, grunting hungrily. It didn't take much for Yzmar to whimper in his climax; after all, he was enticed with all the sucking he did earlier, he only needed someone to give him a boost.

Soon, a human cry joined the tiger's, and his penis shot its load along with the monstrous dick. The shots reached all over his chest and neck, covering himself - and Turbo's left arm - with both their seeds.

They remained there, out of breath, heaving in pleasure. Both faced the ceiling, tired. Turbo blinked, getting back to his senses again, and only then did he grasp what happened. He looked down at his mate's hair, and his strong arm was still around the human's body, caging Yzmar to himself.

Turbo's paw kept rubbing those rods together, even after they stopped, loving the feeling it sent. He moved his head a bit to the left, looking at his lover's panting face, huffing in fatigue. He was all covered, from face to abdomen, some of it tracked down his sides and touched Turbo's fur faintly.

"Hey, love..."

"... *pant~*..."

"You're not planning on-*puff~* getting all that for yourself, are you? Share a bit with me, will you?"

Yzmar didn't even have the time to respond, not to mention getting his point. The tiger's slimy arm moved up, a paw forced the human's head to drop to its left and meet the tiger. And just as he did, he found his feral muzzle inside him, and a scurfy tongue taking out what he kept in there. He tasted himself, out of his own lover who just enjoyed his juice a minute ago. Tongues kept dancing around one another, the tiger's paw was still lazily stroking their tools together, and Yzmar didn't feel the power to move, laying himself there on his mate's chest, secured firmly by his arm. Breaking the kiss with a trail of cum and liquid along their lips and chin, Yzmar kept his dazed stare at Turbo's eyes as the later licked his face clean in pants and heavy puffs.

"Sweet-*pant~*... heavens..."

"... s... sorry, I couldn't hold myself."

"Look at me... I'm-*pant~* wasted with your gism all over."

"Heheh... I'm a-*pant~* big kitty, you know..."

The feline brought his snout near his ear, licking it slowly, possessively, and his voice dug inside the human's skull easily.

"And there's a lot more where that came from, my dear mate."

"... no kidding, you weren't joking around when you said I could drown in your love, you-*pant~* handsome tiger."

Turbo let out a chuckle, then continued his purrs and rubs.

"If you don't mind, I need to go take a piss now."

"Turbo... m-mark me inside, as-*pant~* well."

"... you're... serious, aren't you?"

"Please, I want it... I want you all in me."

"Guess you weren't kidding back then either, eh? Strange kink you have there, mate, but if that's what you want."

Yzmar wriggled, feeling the tiger's dick sliding off his penis and balls, trailing them in cum. And - with some help of his paw - it began poking at his hole, giving his entrance a wet kiss. Yzmar reddened, reaching with his right arm up and brushing at the tiger's right cheek and ear, receiving a deep low adoring rumble.

"Ready, my love?"

Yzmar's breath grew faster, nodding tiredly at his mate. Turbo smiled, pressing his cum-and-spit-lubed dick inside, feeling a short wiggle and a whine. He kept licking at his hair as he positioned him lower, getting more of his member hidden inside him, sliding in with a sluggish soggy sound.

"Here you go, then."

Yzmar nodded again, breathing slower, trying to relax with him inside his rear. A sudden hot stream began to fill him, accompanied with the tiger's sighs of relief, purrs and licks. Yzmar felt his head spinning again, his stomach was full of his lover's seed, his body was also covered up to his face, and now his insides were about to get filled with Turbo as well. Drenched in him, by him, being surrounded with him alone... nothing and nobody else but him, only him.

They remained there for a long while, with the tiger still inside the human, doing nothing but breathing slowly in bless and delight. Although sopping wet in the tiger's fluids, Yzmar reached at his pendant, traced around it with his fingers and sighed in comfort between his withered heavy huffs.

"Now this... *pant~* this is something I could get used to."

"What, me pissing inside? I want you more than a mere toilet."

"No, I mean... *chuckle~* I mean being with you, Turbo."

"Heheh... welcome to the world of passion, mate, welcome to my love... right to my heart, I'll keep you cozy there forever."

"Turbo... *pant~* not just cozy, I feel whole... complete."

A loving lick met Yzmar's ear from the back, then the wild furry muzzle returned to his head, rubbing itself at his hair.

"That's just natural, love; no one's complete without his mate."

The human couldn't believe how happy he was with him, this tiger's words had some strange effects on him. No one else was able to comfort him as much as Turbo did, just by being close.

"As much as I'd love to keep doing this with you all night, mate, I'm afraid I have matters to attend to this evening."

"Please... can't we just... stay like this for awhile longer?"

Yzmar then felt the tiger's arms swirling around him tighter, pressing against his body, spreading their cum further as Turbo's hug got more secured. His free paw then moved slowly, rubbing around the human's drained penis and balls, sending him slight surges of pleasure, making him heave in effort. And a soft slow kiss ringed in his ears as it rested on top of his head.

"Anything for you, my love. I don't mind one bit."

+++

He stared long at his diary after closing it, surfing about the recent pages he got the chance to add. Life was different, all this time he thought there was no other color in it but shady, dying colors. Blue was the only color his eyes were able to distinguish; sorrow, suffering, illness, despair. But now, Turbo introduced Yellow, most noticeable whenever he gazed in his eyes. And Red as well, when he drew closer and mysteriously merged with him everytime their bodies made contact. And with those three colors, suddenly life had all kinds of other different colors that he didn't know existed.

He sighed, shaking his head in annoyance; he was getting gloomy again, Turbo might tickle him again 'til his eyes glitter if he sees him like this.

"Mate!"

Yzmar got up, walked out of his room, and stared long at Turbo in silence. The furry tiger was wearing black trousers and a light blue long-sleeved shirt, dashing as always. He held a red tie in his left paw, and a black one in his right, looking at Yzmar.

"Which one should I put?"

"..."

"What? C'mon, which one is better?"

"I... honestly don't know, I never owned a suit before."

"It's not about owning one, just tell me which suits me better."

"... umm..."

"*Sigh~* forget it, I'll go with black."

Yzmar blinked twice, and the tiger disappeared again inside his room. The human scratched his forehead a bit, oblivious. He walked to his door and opened it a bit, peeking inside, catching the tiger going left and right in his room, as if looking for something.

"Umm, Turbo?"

(I could swear I left it here...)

"Turbo?"

"Yes, yes! Just come in, mate."

The human entered, closing the door behind him slowly, still looking at him, confused. The tiger took a pair of socks, and sat heavily on the edge of the bed, struggling to put them in a hurry.

"What's the rush?"

"I'm supposed to meet someone at six, I'm already late."

"... someone?"

"An old friend."

The tiger got up, and rushed towards the room's door. The human instantly made way as Turbo flung the door open and went to the apartment's door, getting down on his rear to wear his boots and fix its laces. Yzmar came behind him, amazed at how he seems... rather eager to meet this someone, and so hasty he forgot his wallet.

"Turbo, your wallet."

"Oh... yeah... Thanks, love."

"Who's this old friend? Err-if you don't mind me asking, of course."

"Remember Ben who called me the other day?"

Yzmar's eyes looked down, remembering those words he overheard from their call. He looked at Turbo's back again, thinking of maybe tagging along, but feared that it might sound inappropriate. Turbo got up and looked at him, catching that hollow look before it turned into a terrible attempt to hide behind a smile.

"Well, have a safe trip then."

"Will you be ok?"

"Huh? Of course, no need to worry; you just filled my pendant up so it's fine."

"... you want to come with me, mate?"

Yzmar shivered, he was easy to read again, he just couldn't hide it from him. He shook his head nervously and smiled again.

"H-He's an old friend, right? I'm sure you have lots to catch up on. I don't want to disturb-"

"No it's totally cool, I'll introduce you."

"... maybe next time, Turbo. I too could use some time of my own; I was planning to buy some winter clothing, remember?"

"... alright, then. If you need anything, just ring me up."

"Alright."

Turbo instantly snatched at the human's arm, bringing him near and hugging him tight.

"Ack~ Tu... damn it, a word of warning next time, please?"

The boorish furry didn't reply back, getting Yzmar's head against his chest and stayed put, having his paws around him. Yzmar soon heard those heartbeats of his again. He smiled, and brought up his hands on the tiger's back, patting him.

"... *purr~* 'love you, mate."

"... me too, Turbo."

"I won't be long, I promise."

"Don't worry about me, big guy, I'll be fine."

"Oh, almost forgot-"

He broke the hug and fished inside his pocket, then handed the human a small red cell phone.

"Here, for you."

"... why would I want a mobile?"

"Maybe not before, but now we're a couple. I worry about you a lot, Yzmar. It will be easier this way to check on you."

The human picked the phone from his paw, stared at it a bit then looked up at his feral face, frowning.

"... Oy! This is a chick's phone!"

"And?"

"What do you mean 'And'? This is..."

"You're the beta in our relationship, anyway."

"I'm the what, now?!"

"The bottom? The sub?"

"I thought we were more like... versatile?"

"*Chuckles~* No, dear mate, topping runs in me."

"But that's beside the point, why do I get a-"

"Just keep it with you, ok? I bought that for you, you know. You could at least say 'thank you' and use it."

"... *sigh~* thanks, it will decorate my room just fine."

"Hey, take it with you when you-"

"No way! I'm not a girl!"

"... *sigh~* mate, do as I say, alright? I don't have time for this, I'm getting more late by the minute."

"But-"

"We'll talk about it when I come back."

"... fine."

Turbo looked long in his light green eyes before turning to the door and leaving the apartment. Yzmar stood there, facing the door, still standing where he was. He looked down at the phone in his hand, not sure why he refused to go. He wanted to, but it just didn't feel right.

'Oooooo~ getting jealous, are we?'

"..."

'Or perhaps... scared?'

"Shut up."

'Are you afraid of losing him, Yzmar? Is that why you hide?'

The human turned away from the door, returning to his room and sitting on his desk, opening his journal. His mind soon got distracted from his diary to the small red phone in his hand, he never owned one before, and never ever felt the need to. What's worse, he got it from Turbo out of its box. Which means he can't make the store he bought it from to replace it.

He sighed to himself again, Turbo probably wanted him to keep this phone around for when he wants to check on him, nothing more. He placed the phone aside and looked again in the journal's pages, getting bothered by his mind again.

'Ever thought that maybe, just maybe, this tiger is fooling you?'

"..."

'Or no, not fooling you, perhaps... he pities you, gives you what appears to your eyes as love while-'

"I said shut up, it doesn't matter."

'It doesn't? What does, then? Why hide Ramzy from him?'

"SHUT UP!"

Yzmar gaped in the page he just wrote, then closed his eyes, remembering all the times Turbo was with him... no, this is no act from the tiger. He loved him to the point of looking for him on the ship, shouting and punching his face when he himself wanted to end it all. His feelings must be genuine.

It must be!

+++

Turbo got out of his car, locking the door as he stared at the coffee shop, feeling a bit nostalgic. The sun began to disappear, packing its rays for the day as the night came for his shift. It was around this time that they used to come here.

'This place, it looks so damn normal now...'

His memories of Marcus and Ben together with him dashed at the first sight of the place. They used to come here so often, enjoy a coffee cup or two, talking about feeble and pointless things, and almost always ending the day with hanging out playing billiard, or cards, or just drinking more coffee.

Those days were so peaceful, before treasuring Yzmar as of late, his past treasure was his team, the very same team that got separated now; one remaining in the service to reach rank E, one ending up being a worker for FEVA, and one...

"Yo, Turbo!"

His eyes soon darted at the many tables around, finally spotting the penguin. Benjamin was as tall as Silver, dressed casually, light blue shorts and an open sleeveless top, revealing a black shirt under it. Turbo blinked at him, he was still so lively. Turbo came close, smiled at Ben who got off his chair, and got frozen in shock when the darn bird stepped forward and hugged him, just like that, out of the blues.

"Heh-Hey, Turbo, man! It's so awesome to see you again!"

"Err... yeah, same here..."

"Didn't recognize you at first; what's with the suit?"

"... nothing, really."

"Y'don't need to get formal with me, man."

"Oh, stuff it."

5 minutes later, the heated welcome and smiles turned immediately serious. Ben was sitting on his chair with his body facing left, away from the table, only his upper body turned at the table with his right arm resting over its edge, and placed one leg over the other, staring with his black eyes at that Turbo. The tiger just sat straight, or not so straight as his upper body loomed forward and supported by both elbows on the table, resting one paw on the table and bringing the other to under his chin, staring down his coffee.

"So, E ranked now, huh?"

"Yaaa~! Emergency troops, bitch! I have my own unit now! 'Feels really strange; I mean being there alone without you and Marcus."

"... I always thought we'd reach there together, too."

"Just like old times, eh?"

"... just like old times."

Ben reached for his coffee, sipped a bit and stared back at his old friend not moving a muscle, still staring at his cup. He returned his cup and smiled, trying to lighten things up.

"Damn you, felines, most of you are always in good shape."

"... I'll take that as a compliment."

"Damn right, it is! I mean, look at you; you're still just the way I remember you. But something changed about you now, you feel more... how should I put it... more careful."

"Careful?"

"Turbo, I'm sorry for saying what I'm about to say, but you need to get back on your feet again, man."

The tiger smiled, shaking his head slowly and finally got his eyes up to meet his friend's.

"So that's what this is about? You call me here and-"

"D-don't get me wrong, man. I just hate to see you down like this... I miss the old you."

"... Down? I broke through that shell, Ben."

"Well, that's good news... right?"

"... yeah."

"Why the long face, then? You miss him too, sometimes?"

"... please, don't bring that subject up again."

"Turbo, we still don't know why he-"

"What fucking difference does it make, Ben?! I mean, shit, my parents are dead, Marcus is dead, and there's no way in hell or out that can bring them back."

"!!"

"I've already moved on, pal. I left the police department just to move on, and I've succeeded. It doesn't mean I'm not bitter or angry at what happened, but the only people who held answers are dead and..."

The penguin became mute, but not shocked; he expected such reactions, and he knew damn well how it feels, they were close friends, the three of them, so close they almost became family. The tiger sighed heavily, disturbed that he had to remember those things again, and explode in his friend's face after all these years of not seeing one another.

"Ben, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get cranky on you."

"... Turbo, would you... come to my place?"

Turbo left his head from his cup, staring at Ben for a bit. Ben was looking back, his eyes were firm. Turbo thought Ben was trying to make him feel better but he was serious... his eyes were not those of a clown anymore.

"Why? What's up?"

"I need to show you something... or... someone."

"... who?"

"I can't tell you now, you'll have to meet him."

"I'm... sorry, not now."

"... you're busy?"

"Yes, I've promised someone I won't be long."

"Someone?"

"... heh, my mate."

The penguin's face changed in shock, it was rather strange in Turbo's eyes, as if he didn't expect the tiger to move on so quickly... or was he disappointed? Soon, Ben shook his head, gulped the rest of his coffee and waved for a waiter to get another cup.

"I see, nice going, dude."

"... heh."

"Is he hot?"

"Shut up."

"Hahah, you have to introduce us."

"I plan to."

"So out with it, what's he like?"

+++

"A human, huh?"

Yzmar looked long in the gorilla's face, the fat hulking black furry appeared clearly bored, shaking his head in distress.

"What are you hoping to find in my store, little pest?"

"Well, this store sells clothes, so I must be here for... candy?"

"Fat chance."

"Mmm, irony in its best."

"... Tch! Anyway, BaggyBags products are all designed for furries, I'm afraid. Go pollute someone else's store with your presence, insect."

"... you have to have at least something, I mean... I have a rabbit friend that is almost my shape and size-"

The gorilla loomed his face closer, getting more and more impatient by the second.

"Unless you don't mind a hole in all your pants showing your puny tight ass instead of a tail, feel free; money is money."

"... on a second thought, I think I'll try another store."

"Figured as much, now scram."

Suddenly, a hyena entered the store. Messed up hair, clean suit, a smirk and a quiet buffalo companion... yup, none other than Zephyr. Yzmar took a glance and sighed; of all places, of all times... he smirked to himself, not believing how fate works; he was about to laugh at Turbo's overprotective attitude, as if he was some kind of kid that can't stay away from trouble. But he forgot one thing: it's not about him getting in trouble, it's about trouble getting to him...

"Hey! Fancy meeting you here, Ramzy!"

'Curse you! Stop calling me with that name.'

The human grunted, starting to get the feeling that Amado is watching him in every step, twenty-four-seven. The cashier turned to Zephyr, and his temper soon cooled off.

"Oh, if it isn't Zephyr boy!"

"Hey there, pops. How've you been?"

"Great, until this pesky showed up."

"*Grin~* Wow, you can't stand them humans, can you, pops?"

"Do you really want that answered, boy?"

"No, but I find it amusing, the way you curse them and all."

Yzmar took a couple of quiet steps back, seeing as those two are in the middle of a chat, it was the perfect time to lose them inside the store. His plan went as far as taking the third step back, bumping into the buffalo who completely saw through his intentions, looking down at him with that emotionless look.

"Running away?"

'... crap, when did he circle around?'

"Don't bother."

"... *sigh~*"

+++

The three soon walked out the store, Yzmar being in the middle so they make sure he won't try anything 'too' smart. The buffalo walked silently most of the time, letting the feline do all the talking while he made do with listening.

"Our master sends his regards."

"Tell him I said fuck you, fuck your regards, and then fuck off forever."

The hyena let out a sharp laughter, making the human AND his fellow buffalo twitch, feeling their ear drum shiver.

"Yeah sure! Exactly the words on my mind!"

(Curses, hyenas and their ear-splitting chuckles.)

"But if I tell him that, I won't have the chance to say anything else; my head will start rolling."

"By that fox corpse?"

"No, by the rage of this buffalo on your left. So, just a friendly advice, mind what you're saying in front of him."

"..."

"But anyway, he wants to speak to you."

"I'm not interested."

"Don't judge him quickly like that, Ramzy. He's-"

Yzmar turned at Zephyr and interrupted him, his eyes covered the hyena in hatred as his words came slow and heavy.

"Stop... calling me Ramzy, bastard."

"... ok, I'm sorry... I won't, just come with us and-"

"I'm not coming with you anywhere."

"But-"

"I don't care. If you so want it, you'll have to drag me there with my feet broken."

Zephyr turned to his partner and shrugged, this guy talks big for his size, as if he's a dragon or something. They won't even break a sweat to force him inside the limo, breaking his legs? Pssh, pah-lease!

"Human, I'm giving you a chance to come with us peacefully."

"... screw you."

"My buffalo friend here wanted to just throw you to the back seats of the limo and grapple with you to your last ounce of strength, but I convinced him to try the 'civil' way first."

Zephyr didn't wait for his reply, he walked further with the buffalo, while Yzmar stood still, not knowing if he should be hard-headed, or play their game again to avoid anything dire.

"Our limo is just at the corner, at the end of this street not far from here. If I reach the limo, get in and start the engine with you NOT being with us, I'll take that as a refusal, and will not care whatever happens to you as long as we get you in."

"... you don't think I can disappear while you reach your car?"

"You don't think I can find you again?"

"... tracking device?"

"Remember, we have many spies, human. Many of which you think are normal people you pass on the street. Only me and my friend are taking the risk to appear in front of you."

The two kept moving away, normal, steady medium steps, but the human stood still. Amado did say something about spies, but Yzmar never imagined anything as big as this. He took him for a bluffing old fool, but his idea about him might have been wrong.

Reaching close to the limo, the buffalo turned at his partner, bothered.

"You really think he'll come?"

"He's smart, the likes of him always think they can control any situation, outsmart anyone in their way."

"Wouldn't it be much easier and faster to just force him in?"

"You brutes are all the same, honestly. No style at all."

"I'd trade style for getting the job done."

"What tells you I didn't get mine done?"

They both stopped, turned back and the buffalo widened his eyes in disbelief; the human was walking behind them, catching up with equally slow steps, his eyes locked on them both, anger was visible in his eyes.

"Told you, brute... He's too smart for his own good."

+++

The limo stopped finally... but it was some good distance they've traveled. The hyena stepped out and turned to Yzmar's door, opening it and helping him out.

"We're here, human, on your feet."

"... what's the point in blindfolding me?"

"This is our hideout, silly. We're still not willing to share our addresses yet; this is just our first date."

"... not that I'd drop a willing visit."

"Move it, that brute of a herbivore went inside already."

The human could not hear anything, all he heard was heavy metallic doors open and close, and their echo ringing across every hall. The hyena was leading him, pulling on his cuffed hands like a donkey.

"Still, I was a bit surprised that you actually came along."

"... I'm blindfolded, cuffed and being led by you. I'm not doing this because I want to, isn't it obvious?"

"Heh, as clear as the morning sun."

Yzmar's mind had other plans, it started to get annoying. Why would this stupid fox want him so badly? This visit would determine at least one thing; either knowing what this strange person's intentions really are, or finally declaring his unchanging decision in refusal.

That's what he thought, of course.

He soon felt the hyena stop, leading him around something and then kindly pushing him a bit to sit. Yzmar refused, and soon got that linen band off his eyes to get welcomed by blinding lights. The room was small, white, and had only one chair, with his back being in front of it.

The hyena smiled, pushing him again kindly, giving him another sign to sit.

"Relax, it won't zap you to death or until you accept joining us, it's a normal chair."

"..."

The human's surprise grew bigger when he saw Zephyr bowing to his hands and undoing the cuffs. He stood in front of him, smiled and motioned for him the third time to sit. This time the human did, instantly finding some clasps appearing around his wrists and feet. He looked immediately at the hyena, finding him chuckle calmly to himself.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that it has some shackles attached to keep brats seated?"

"You filthy devils, what is this? You call this talk? Didn't you say your master wanted to speak to me? Where is he?"

"He did want to speak to you, human, but I'm doing the talking."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means Master Ambrosio is busy at the moment. He gave me the privilege to talk in his stead, human."

"Stop fucking around! That's not what you've told me!"

"Talking to me now is like talking to him, so I believe it's fair."

"What's with the clasps then, you sick bastard?!"

"Because I fear for myself, you get angry quickly, you see. Now shut the fuck up and let me explain how this goes."

A moment of silence broke in. Feeling the human getting calm again, Zephyr stood in front of him, looking down at him, or maybe down 'on' him. The furry bastard was clearly enjoying this encounter a bit.

"It's as simple as this: I ask you to join, and should you refuse, I get permission to use plan B. Should you refuse, I use plan C. Should that also prove useless, then it's time for plan D. See where this is going?"

"Hardly... you're wasting your time."

"You think so?"

"To tell you the truth, I really thought about talking with Amado and know exactly what he's up to. But now, after this, I won't even bother; the fucker isn't worth shit to me anymore."

"From your words, does that mean you refuse even before I start?"

"You can say that, yes."

"Plan B it is, then!"

The hyena left his right foot and immediately crushed the human's chest, stomping hard. The reaction he anticipated was correct; Yzmar's eyes grew wider.

"What's the matter? You thought I don't know of this wound?"

"... you jerk... *cough~*"

"Jerk? You still have the power to insult me, I see. That's weird, didn't I press hard enough?"

The foot on his chest dug harder, turning left and right, thrashing about his shirt. All Yzmar could do was twitch, he closed his eyes and bit on his lower lip. Whimpers of pain escaped him, but that's just about as much as he gave his abuser.

"Still this strong willpower has a bit of fight in it, huh?"

"Curse you, thugs! You'll get nothing from torturing me, Amado knew that from the start, but I guess you're not clever."

"IMBECILE! With your help, we might be able to create a cure, what the fuck is wrong with you!?"

"EVERYTHING! YOU HEAR? EVERYTHING'S WRONG!"

The hyena removed his foot, standing still, looking at that human gasping for air. His shirt got a small blood stain on it now, looks like the wound opened a bit.

"Everything?"

"Your cure can't fix everything, Zephyr. You might give me a cure, but you'll take away everything else."

"What else is there?!"

"..."

"Oh, FEVA? So that company equals half of your life? Give me a break! Aside from working for a big company, you have nothing, you piece of shit. We can give you a cure, and replace that company of yours with something even bigger."

"SCREW YOU ALL, I WILL NEVER!"

"Fucking asshole... I don't get it, if it was for me you'd have been long gone, or forced to work for us. But that fucker of an old fox is driving me crazy."

"..."

"Shit, why do I bother? Plan C, then."

"Do it! Torture me as much as you want, I will... nev... what?!"

Yzmar stared in horror, this is too much, this is getting too far. One wall slowly began to open up, revealing a strong layer of glass behind it... a big window. And what appeared on the other side... wasn't pleasing at all.

"... the hell is..."

"Yup, you gave us no choice, Ramzy."

"Don't..."

"You've brought this on him, human. YOU did this."

"Filthy monsters..."

"You thought we didn't know? Well, surprise!"

Yzmar felt himself shaking, the furry tiger on the other side of the window... it was a bit dim, but that black-striped orange fur of his, that built... his hands and feet started fighting against those iron shackles. Yzmar had to try his best and gulp that rage inside him. The tiger was hanged by his paws, surrounded by many other furries, with that buffalo behind him. His feet were over the ground by a couple inches, and all sorts of bruises appeared visible on his naked chest. He was blindfolded, with a small gag fastened in his mouth. The human can see that torso heaving, tired, breathless.

Impossible, impossible was the only word he can think of; Turbo is strong, he would never lose to bastards like these guys. He came to his rescue in the old harbor and kicked his abductors' butts one by one. But... no... what if they threatened him like they did to the human? What if he was blackmailed? What if they told him they have Yzmar captive?

"W... what are you... going to-"

"Plan C, just like I said."

"Bastards, you'd sink that low?! Leave him alone!"

"Really, human, I grow tired of you."

"I SAID LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

The hyena looked again at the human in disgust, he quickly sent a blow to his stomach, getting him bowing on his chair. He then grasped at his hair, pulling his head back to keep him watching the show.

"Maybe you're not digesting the situation here, pal. You're at a disadvantage no matter how you look at it."

"Leave him... alone..."

"I need an answer, human. Will you leave FEVA just as our master wishes? Or will you see that tiger get wasted for all he's worth? 'Your call."

Yzmar's eyes began to glitter, this type of pain was unknown to him ever since his mother left this world. Seeing that one person hurt because of him, just like his mother. He could endure anything, no matter how much they tortured him, he knew he can handle it. But their dark minds began to involve those around him, those who just happened to be there near him. And they started with the closest.

"Leave him alone... please, he has nothing to do with this."

"Wow, there it goes again, your scar is bleeding... creepy."

"Zephyr, please, this is wrong! Keep him out of this, he knows nothing about me! Don't do this!"

"It's not because he knows who you are-"

"I don't even know him, he just happens to be a roommate, nothing more. Release him!"

"Hey..."

"Zephyr, don't-"

The human found his face rocking to the side from a slap, and then yet again strangled by that paw pulling at his hair, forcing him to look at the window. Zephyr looked at his face, bored, and whispered in low overpowering tone.

"Ramzy, you didn't choose yet."

"... *pant~*"

"This will not stop, believe me, it will go on as long as it must take. You are the only one that can stop this. Just choose the right answer and they'll stop."

"... no... please... this is so cruel."

"Cruel? Wait until you see Plan D, then."

"!!"

The human's face got drenched in terror, as all the thugs around Turbo moved away, only that buffalo behind him moved closer, slowly putting his hands on the tiger's back. The feline shuddered, feeling those hands circling around his body, getting to the front, enticing and rubbing around his nipples. The poor human could make the pace of the tiger's breath getting faster, he kept grunting, pulling against his chains to no avail.

"TURBO!! You fuckers... stop this!"

"I thought I told you that you're the one with the 'stop' button."

"Get your hands off him, why are you doing this to him?!"

"The longer you take, the 'messier' this will get."

The buffalo's right hand moved up to the tiger's mouth, inserting two fingers behind the gag ball inside his shocked mouth. The feline's face turned away, but that hand quickly moved inside again, forcing those fingers in, exploring a bit. A fuming roar dashed out, muffled by the gag ball and the intruding hand, but it didn't scare the abuser from twirling around his tongue with two meaty fingers. Drool began leaking out, his forced-open mouth lost control of its own cavity.

"E... enough."

"..."

"... please..."

Zephyr glanced at the human; he was helpless, he didn't know what to do, his heart cried out hard. This kind of pain was incredible, fatal, what was this anguish building inside him? The human's voice died, agony filled up gradually. He can hear his soul crying in pain.

"Zephyr... please, stop this... I beg you."

"Not shameful enough to beg now, are we?"

"I can't... watch..."

"Oh, no. You'll keep watching, you'll get the whole film without cuts, witness every little detail until you break or go blind."

The human closed his eyes, but received a painful pull at his hair, reminding him to watch. His fists rolled up in strong punches, and his toes almost dug at the ground. But it didn't stop there, his eyes opened wide in horror when the hyena decided to get Plan E rolling.

The other hand of the buffalo moved from his nipples, which appeared so red and beaten up already, and descended down... it trailed slowly at his body, sending him more shivers of lust and disgust both in the same touch.

"... n... no... no stop it!"

His hand reached to his abdomen, rubbing around his hips, but still not getting down to the only piece of cloth he was wearing; his trousers.

"No! Zephyr, don't you dare! Stop humiliating him!"

"You want us to stop? Simple, leave FEVA."

"Tch!"

The human closed his eyes again, clutching them real hard.

"Hey! Keep watching, faggot!"

He pulled against his hair again, but the human only muffled up a whine. He kept pulling again and again, but the human was insisting. It went too far, he can't watch anymore. But his body reflexes failed him as soon as his stomach got rammed with another punch, and then his head immediately crashed back at the chair, hearing the hyena's snarl.

"Last warning, dirt bag. KEEP LOOKING!"

"... urrgh~!"

His teary eyes opened, and he wished he had the choice not to; the cursed buffalo had his hand past his trousers by now, fishing and wrestling with his genitals. The chained furry kept fighting against him, struggling to break free, but his captor's firm grip on him rendered everything useless. The hand inside his mouth didn't give him a break whatsoever, and now the other hand started arousing him against his will.

He screamed.

Again and again, frenzied with fury that did him no good at all. His body began to sweat, drool kept gushing out, his blindfolded face flushed feebly, and his breathes got even shorter and quicker. The buffalo even started humping his bulge against his ass-cheeks while both of them had their trousers on, just adding to the rape's stimulation.

"Damn it, Zephyr! I'll get your head for this, I swear!"

"Hurry up, human. Or should we get to Plan F so you realize how serious this is?"

"Bastards! FUCKING BASTARDS, ALL OF YOU! FINE!"

"... fine?"

"I'LL DO IT, JUST GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!"

"You'll do it? You'll leave FEVA?"

"YES, YOU ASSHOLES, YES! JUST CEASE THIS AT ONCE!"

The tiger suddenly roared, shivering hard. His drool gushed more out as his pants started to get wet between his legs, finally unable to stop himself, shooting his sperm all over that buffalo hand under the trousers.

"ZEPHYR, YOU SHITTY ASSHOLE, I SAID STOP IT!!"

"Alright, glad I didn't have to go any further than that, or you might have gone nuts."

"Bloody thugs... I'll get you for this... I'll get you all... I'll..."

The human's face dropped down, tired. The chains got a bit loose and the tiger was back on his feet again, dazed and staggering. The buffalo undid his gag and led him elsewhere.

"W... w-wait, WAIT! Where are they taking him?"

"Chill, they'll clean him up, give him some new dry clothes too. As for you, I hope for your sake - and that tiger of yours - that you'll keep your word about leaving."

"..."

The chair's shackles disappeared inside the chain with a clink, the human removed his arms from the armrests and began rubbing around his wrists, still silent. His heart was still beating fast, he was lucky he didn't get a clutch back then. The hyena didn't like that stare on his eyes.

"Hey now, don't think of backstabbing, or the next time won't be as friendly as this one."

"Heh, friendly..."

"Now come, all you need to do to break the contract is a formal letter declaring your desire to do so. We have everything arranged, and all it lacks is your signature, along with that factory's chairman."

The human stood up, anger was clear in his eyes, he would have gone kamikaze on them already if they didn't have their hands on Turbo.

The buffalo, however, walked his way to another room, pulling the tiger with him. They reached a private room within the base, and only then did he remove that band from his eyes.

"Is... is it over?"

The hulking buffalo said nothing, and began stripping his clothes off. The furry tiger gulped hard, not moving a muscle, watching that beefy dom getting ready to screw him all night. The tiger got pushed strongly over the bed, as the silent brute slowly came over him, brushed at his rose-red face and stared at his eyes in emotionless glares, thinking of dominating, nothing but domination. He lowered his muzzle, locked it with his. He was already prepared to finish their part of the bargain, by spending one full night with this shameless cheap slut...

Just as they promised this morning...

+++

"You... you what?"

The hyena stepped out the limo, unable to hide a smirk as the human got out right away and stared at him in shock, awaiting further explanations to be heard.

"You heard me, human."

"You're not joking, are you? You better be telling the fucking truth, Zephyr!"

"I never said it was Turbo in there anyway, I always referred to him as 'the tiger,' didn't you notice?"

"... you shitheads-"

"I do apologize for hurting you back then, though."

"?!"

"I had to play along, too; I had my own set of orders to follow. But be warned, it will be the real thing next time should you stay any longer in FEVA, capisce?"

"..."

"I know you have a great desire to make my muzzle kiss the sand right now, but consider yourself lucky Amado made do with a decoy to open your eyes on the board."

"... Just who the hell are you?"

The hyena gave a big grin in silence, locked the limo and pointed for him to follow.

"Where to?"

"I'll walk you to the apartment."

"We can talk right here."

"You don't want to keep Turbo worried, do you?"

"..."

"Don't worry, I have it all figured out, you only need to play along. Let's go."

+++

The tiger instantly dashed out the kitchen after hearing that key turning in the apartment's door, he jumped across the glass table and reached for the door handle, opening it up before the human's shocked eyes on the other side.

"Yzmar!"

"I'm-"

He instantly pulled him in and hugged tightly, closing his eyes and taking a big breath of his lover's whiff. He was worried, very worried.

"I'm... I'm back."

"Damn you, man. I'm sick of your hard-headed attitude!"

"..."

"... no, forget that, I'm just glad you're... hold on."

The tiger looked at the hyena who just gave a friendly paw wave. Turbo slowly turned, tightening his grasp on his mate as his yellow eyes locked on Zephyr the whole time.

"Who're you?"

"Hello, I'm-"

"What the fuck did you do to my mate?"

"Huh? No, I-"

Turbo left Yzmar and instantly pulled at the hyena's tie, getting his face close to the angry blood-thirsty fangs.

"You better convince me with something I can gulp, or your elegant face will be so fucking messed up that you'll-"

"Mister Tiger, please calm down! We're just... friends. He was kind enough to help me in a harmful play."

"... Harmful?!"

"Harmful play, yeah... wait-HARMLESS! Yeah, I meant harmless, really... err..."

Turbo narrowed his eyes at him in boredom, this guy looks so stupid, he's even scratching the back of his head now and smiling so gullibly at him, wait, he's blushing? What's with this freak? Only Yzmar knew what he was doing; the bloody two-faced fucker, he instantly knew which type of personality would save him from any conflicts at this point. The tiger eased his pull at his tie, being nice enough to fix it again for him, then eyed him again and crossed his arms, not fully satisfied.

"I'd appreciate a call or a note next time this happens."

"What? Oh, certainly. I'll make sure I do that; I didn't know he was gay, err- NO I MEANT A FAGGOT, that's what I... wait, isn't that an insult?"

"*Sigh~*"

"WAIT, I MEAN MARRIED! Yeah, that's the word!"

"..."

"You... you both are married, right? I just thought-"

"You can stop now..."

"Oh... well, I better get going. Nice meeting you, mister... err..."

"Turbo."

"Oh, right, well... eheheh~"

"Just beat it, brat."

"Ah! Yes! With pleasure-I MEAN... wait, that works too-"

"TAKE A HIKE ALREADY, PUNK!"

"SOOOOOOOORRYYYYYYyyyyyyyyy~!"

Turbo kept looking at the scared hyena running down the stairs, the way he talked was even worse than Zed. He turned to Yzmar, still furious, getting the human shivering a bit.

"And you!"

"Huh?"

"I told you to keep the phone with you, and when I call you never pick up?"

"I... left it on my-"

"I know that it's on your desk, you idiot; I'm more interested in knowing WHY you left it there?"

"... sheesh, you don't have to be so mad about it."

Turbo held his head in disappointment, he grabbed Yzmar's arm and pulled him inside, closing the door. He let go of his arm just to hold both his shoulders and look at his face, the human was a bit nervous looking at his eyes.

"Mate, listen, I don't mean to be so difficult like this, but would it hurt to have a cell phone?"

"... it's not like I left it here on purpose, Turbo."

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry, I forgot to take it along; I'm not used to having a mobile with me, and I just... happened to forget all about it."

"I... I see."

"... I worried you again, didn't I?"

The tiger sighed, trying to calm down; his anger and worry only made his mate scared.

"It's ok, I'm... I'm being a little bit too tough about the whole thing, I should ease up on my end, too."

"I guess we're both at fault."

"We can blame one another later; I made something and I want you to tell me what you think."

They went to the kitchen and sat facing one another with the table between them. The human stared at the plate in front of him... rice, white steamy rice, seems like the tiger was just about done cooking when he arrived.

"What do you think? Pretty good, right?"

"Eh... not bad."

"Heheh"

They kept silent for a bit, then suddenly, both at once-

"So how did it go?"

"So how did it go?"

They fell in silence, the human raised his head at his tiger, and Turbo looked at him back. Surprised that they keep thinking the same thing every now and then, they both let out a small chuckle, ending it with a soft glare.

"You first, mate... what did you mean?"

"Well, you went to meet your friend, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Getting jealous, my sweet Yzmar?"

"Stop saying that! I trust you, Turbo."

"I'm just being a jerk. It's cute when you get a bit angry at me."

"... eh."

"Well, nothing happened, nothing much. We spoke about a lot of things: life, work, friends... *grin~* mates..."

"... your voice changed at the last word."

"*Chuckle~* I told him about you."

"... what did you tell him?"

"I told him-"

The tiger moved his muscled arm across the table, getting his paw over his hand.

"-that I've been blessed with the best mate anyone could hope for."

"..."

"And I told him that he's mine, all mine. And I'm his. And we're not sharing any single bit of the other to anyone else, we are whole and complete, just the two of us."

Yzmar gawked at nothing, pressing at his pendant with one hand as the other rested under the tiger's paw. He knew it, and he didn't need to get edgy about it, Turbo loves him greatly. He noticed him spending most of the day just relaxing back with him, talking, hugging, reading... or cooking, he had to keep his promise anyway. Those continuous hugs he gave him should have been an enough clue of how big of a part Turbo devoted for him inside his heart.

"So what about you, mate? I thought you went to buy some clothes. You never told me anything about a play."

"I didn't... plan anything, he just needed my help on it."

"What kind of play? Did you perform a scene?"

"... you can say that, yes."

Turbo's thoughts about a play scene were, ironically, nothing close to what Yzmar faced.

"So what was it about."

"Eh, it's too embarrassing."

"What, you played a girl's part? You can tell me..."

"..."

Turbo's paw rubbed over his hand more, it was slower now, softer... passionate.

"Or would you rather... show me?"

"... what a horny top."

"Oh? Before, you thought we were versatiles. So you admit?"

"..."

"Yzmar?"

The human removed his hand, sighing silently. He stood and looked at him, giving a weak smile.

"Sorry, I'm a bit tired, I need to lay down a bit."

"Oh... ok."

The tiger kept looking at him as he walked slowly to the kitchen's door and disappeared. Turbo knew something was wrong, that smile he saw on his mate's face was another fake smile, just like before. He stood up and snatched another beer can from the fridge, eyeing the bowl of white rice he just made and wonder in his turn too. Who did Ben want him to meet?

Yzmar entered his room, and his eyes fell on the picture Turbo gave him this morning. He looked at it long. That group ended up being his friends because they're working in the same factory, but will they stay friends afterwards? Will he need to leave Turbo too should he leave FEVA? Once he breaks the contract, Turbo will surely demand a reason, and he's no fool; he'll know then about Amado and his gang. He returned the photo to the desk and threw himself on the bed.

Was he doing the right thing?

(I told you before that your life doesn't belong to you alone anymore; it's 'our' life from now on, we're both in this together now. So don't decide things by yourself, ok?)