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"Prisoner #17557, Noise..." the guard's voice got him to look up through the window, and he met face to face with a tall dog who looked back at him, not like he was trash, like so many other guards had been doing over the past few years, but like he was just air in the middle of the hallway. Just absolute lack of interest. Bastard. "Your papers are in order, so you're good to go."

"T-Thank you so much... for your service... officer..." he was having a really hard time not to break the window and reach in to slam the guy's head against the wall, simply because of how much his face pissed him off. But he was just getting released from jail and suddenly assaulting someone sounded counterproductive, if satisfying.

In the end, a sigh left the jackal's snout as he looked up at the door. Nothing but pale walls to each side, each one with yet another tall, beefy canine looking at him with the disgust he had come to expect. That was more like it; if they hated him so much, it would be more enjoyable to get them into one of his tubes and break them until they were nothing but mindless servants. It helped that they were big, hulking dudes, with muscles straining against their clothes, ready to get them ripped off-

No! No, he should stop that. Doing those things was what got him behind bars in the first place. He was supposed to do better now, or to try at least. He promised as much... A thought he was better off pushing for now, focusing on his newfound freedom instead as the door was finally opened. The bright light blinded the jackal for a second, and he had to cover his eyes at first, letting them slowly adjust to the shine he had long forgotten.

Once outside, he was actually speechless for a moment. There were no more walls blocking the view, or any random guys looking at him from the corner of their eyes, practically waiting for the chance to beat the crap out of him; nor did he had the crippling thought of having to beat someone back to keep them all from ganging up on him. His first breath of freedom felt so strangely fresh, he couldn't help but smile from it as the air filled his lungs, and his chest rose and strained slightly against his shirt. A feeling he picked up on, realizing he had gained some muscle while on prison.

A chuckle followed up, perhaps the first that he remembered. With both hands diving into his pockets, he walked forward, having no idea where his legs might take him, and not really caring either. He would wander for a while, if that's what it took, simply because he could now. It was a good chance to remember that dumb bird from back then...

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"Hey, Mike!"

His name being called was enough to make the bird stop in the middle of putting his shirt back on and look up. Deep down, he didn't mind being held back like this; it was a chance for him to show off his body, the slender muscle he had spent the past few years building up, all of it covered by a soft layer of blue feathers. While he had yet to get real definition in his abs, he still had the flat stomach he had been hoping for, a strong set of plump pecs, and his arms were slowly thickening. Overall, the hawk was delighted with where his gains were at right now, even if so many guys in the gym were far beyond him, his own brother included. But he would get there.

For now, he let the shirt down all the way, feeling it snugly hug to his body as his eyes went towards the direction the voice came. Many lockers and benches in the room, some of them being opened, others slammed closed, as the beefy guys that he had just thought about wandered around to start their training, or perhaps to return to their homes; the one common thread between them all seemed to be the occasional lack of clothes, which gave the bird perfect view for their bare torsos and below. He had been in the gym long enough that he no longer blushed around them, but some of them were still big enough to elicit a response from his pants. One of them was the Doberman he was looking for, on the other side of the room, waiting for him to realize he had been the one calling him over.

"Oh, Coach! What's up?" he asked as the canine slowly approached him, a clipboard in his hands. Mike, of course, couldn't help but stare at him, his eyes landing on those muscular pecs that poked out of his green tank, begging to be let out and groped; he wanted to be the one doing the groping, if he was honest, maybe let his hands dive down towards the abs he knew were also waiting to be rubbed. But his growing perverted thoughts were cleared when the clipboard bonked him in the head.

"Don't call me that. It's been years since I last trained you," Richard said, getting a chuckle out of mike while he rubbed his head. He had a point, but it was almost impossible to drop that old nickname, especially when it fit him so well. But his chuckle got cut short when a rough hand went for his chest and started groping the pec through his shirt, squeezing it and looking for the muscle under his feathers. Mike's eyes darted left and right, growing nervous that any of the other guys might see them, but he kept from saying anything out of fear that a moan would come out if he so much as opened his beak. "You seem to be doing pretty well on your own, anyway. Lots of muscle here; hard to believe you're the same scrawny dude that first got here a couple years ago. Ah..." he stopped almost as suddenly as he had started, his head tilting and his ears gently flopping to the side for a moment. "This was inappropriate, wasn't it?"

"You think!?" Mike's scream got no reaction out of the trainer, as expected, but it certainly got a few eyes to wander over to them, and a few snickers at his expense. At that exact moment, he wanted to be swallowed by the Earth. "T-Thanks. I feel like I'm doing pretty well on my own too."

"I just said that," the Doberman's nonchalant tone got a nervous chuckle out of Mike; the usual reaction when they talked. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that. You're doing great and you should be proud, you look really great. If..." at the last minute, however, an expression seldom seen on Richard's face appeared. The sudden red started forming on his cheeks, as well as the tip of his standing ears, and his eyes rolled to the side to keep from watching the hawk. "If you'd like... Well, you look so good, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to... come over to my place later tonight..."

"Oh! Oh..." it was Mike's turn to blush, and his feathers practically turned purple from the intensity of it. He had a hard time holding his gaze at the Doberman, and he ended up looking any other direction; but his eyes betrayed him, and landed right on his crotch, giving him a good view of the bulge that was starting to form in his pants. A sharp breath was the only reaction that got out of him, before he looked back up to the now blushing dog. Such a rare sight! And it was him causing it, of all things! "T-That sounds like fun, but I have things to do... And I didn't really..." he cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "Prepare myself..."

"It's not that big," The fact that he said it so nonchalantly in the middle of the locker room was just... Mike had no words for it. He was too busy with the steam that now filled up his brain to even care. And Richard tilting again wasn't making things any easier.

"Look," one of his hands landed on the Doberman's shoulder, while the other grabbed his gym bag. "My point is, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, if you still want to. But today, I have things to do, ok?"

Richard said no more, simply giving a silent pout as his ears flopped slightly. It was almost enough to make Mike cave in, but the responsible part of his mind won him over. In a moment of brave foolishness, he looked around to make sure no one was looking their way, and only then did he reach to leave a quick kiss on his old coach's cheek. He didn't stick around much longer after that, not even to watch the blush setting on Richard's face, because he was too busy trying to cover up his own. And that's how Mike made his way out of the locker room and the entire building without ever looking up.

It wasn't until he was outside that he dared take a glance to the world, to the streets filled with people, from families going around to the nearby restaurants, to couples walking while holding hands. The buildings stood tall, piercing a sky tinted orange from the setting sun. The hawk looked over his shoulder only once to throw one final glance at the gym, before involuntarily flexing, feeling the pump all over his body, from his thick chest to his defined arms... Even after these few years, he was still thrilled with his progress.

Thinking of those early years, his mind wandered to so many other things, he was having a hard time keeping up. The first few days and sessions, the tiredness, the days he had to crawl out of bed from the soreness- Had it not been for Alex and Richard's encouragement, he wouldn't have made it this far. And just as he thought of the Doberman again, he started reminiscing about other things: Nights spent with him, his clothes slowly peeling off his body, exposing the defined muscles underneath, the gloriously thick frame, the pecs and abs that more than once he got his tongue all over- Perhaps the old dog was still willing to spend the night together?

No! Stop that! No matter how badly he wanted it, how much his loins burned and begged for him to do it, he had bigger responsibilities. For every happy couple or family he walked by, there was bound to be someone hiding in a dark alley, waiting for the best chance to jump at them. It was something he had seen firsthand more than once in this line of work. A sigh left his mouth, thinking of the many things he might end up seeing tonight, but as always, just looking around town on his way back home was enough to ease his doubts. Seeing the cheerful smiles of the people he helped protect was always such a morale boost, after all; from the tall giraffes and bulls, to that coyote in a bench, staring at the sky- Hold on...

Mike stopped, eyes wide in shock as he couldn't believe what he was watching. He blinked a few times to try and clear this odd illusion from his view, but no matter what he did, the picture refused to change. It wasn't a trick of his mind, and that realization only made his jaw drop. He only stopped when he bumped with another guy on the road, and a few silent bows and apologies were the only thing he managed in his shocked state. Through all that, he had yet to look away from the man that caught his attention in the first place.

It was Noise, alright. There's no way Mike would mistake that face, the black and white fur covering his body, the bit of chest poking from his shirt, buttons open. His eyes stuck to that deep cleft for a moment, visible even through the soft, white chest mane; it seemed bigger than the last time he saw it- Shit, no! Of all guys, seriously... And yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from him. The jackal just sat there, a hand going through his hair before resting back down on the bench. He had yet to notice him. Did he want the jackal to notice him?

He didn't get to answer his own question. His feet moved on their own, taking advantage of the red light to cross the street in fast strides. He started jogging halfway through, unable to contain his excitement; or maybe it was worry what led him to meet with this man. Whatever the reason, it was intense, and it left a burning sensation in his chest.

"Noise!" he yelled before jumping back on the sidewalk, getting his attention right away. The jackal in question stopped his silent contemplation, turning his way with a curious expression. He frowned until the hawk reached him, checking him up and down repeatedly, making Mike blush. His head tilted slightly, similar to Richard's before, and that's when he understood Noise had yet to recognize him. And just as he thought as much, a grin formed on his lips.

"Featherbrain," he breathed it out, his eyes suddenly shining with a certain hint to them, and Mike could only let a sigh in response. That was a nickname he hadn't heard in years, and it still kind of pissed him off. But at the same time, it brought a smile to him. Noise got up from the bench right away, standing a couple inches taller than the bird, and without warning, his hands reached for Mike, one on each shoulder, going down with the occasional gropes. "You got bigger. Not as big as me, but you still did pretty good on your own."

"S-Stop that! People are watching..." he whispered, yet he couldn't stop the jackal. There was something about his hands that just sent the hawk into overdrive, no matter where they were. Besides, he wasn't wrong; he had always been a rather beefy guy, but perhaps the years in prison had helped make him even bigger. The broad shoulders, the pecs that he had no problem exposing through his cleavage, the thick arms and that delectable waist... It was making Mike feel things he was sure he had forgotten. Just thinking about the jackal's abs underneath was already making him hard.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," the jackal let out and Mike's head whipped up right away. Had he been staring that evidently? Fuck... He hoped the blush wasn't as evident as he was sure it was, but based on Noise's grin... Good lord, that grin. But there was no way he would let him have the upper hand every single time.

"Yeah, maybe I'll call the prison and get a copy of your mugshot," he looked away to keep the jackal's attractive features from distracting him, and to try and look like he didn't care he was there at all. "Hang it on my wall as a reminder too."

"Hah! So, the bird grew a sharp tongue and a pair, eh?" Noise's arm reached and fell on the hawk's shoulders, pulling him closer despite Mike's squeaking. But before he could say anything, a hand had already fallen to his shorts and was fondling him through the thin fabric. "Quite the pair, by the way. Did they get bigger since last time?"

"Wanna find out when they're smacking against your taint?" that got Noise's eyes to widen in shock, and while Mike's expression remained unchanged, he was internally screaming over the words that simply fell out of his mouth without his control.

"I like this new, confident Mike," that was... probably the first time he used his first name. But Mike was already aware of how easy it was to fall through the rabbit hole once the jackal put his charms at work, so he stepped away from his arm and kept his distance. "Hey, come on! Just being friendly with an old buddy."

"We're not really buddies, are we? I sent you to prison," the bird whispered, not wanting any of the bystanders to know that there was a convict in the middle of the street; bystanders he remembered he was supposed to be protecting, making him look at the jackal with a frown. "Why are you here anyway? Did you escape prison? What are you planning?"

"Jeez, featherbrain! Thanks for the trust," he said it with the usual snarky tone, but Mike also felt... hurt? "I got released. Legally! Finished my sentence and all that; finally got out of the slammer today."

"Oh! I didn't know, no one told me," Mike was quick to try and defend himself, but he got no reaction out of Noise. The jackal simply sat back down on the bench, arms spread to each side as he looked at the street, cars passing at high speed in front of him.

"I didn't exactly post it on Instagram. And you stopped visiting, so how was I supposed to tell you?" he was very obviously avoiding eye contact with the bird now, and for some reason that made Mike feel even worse. The blush that formed in his face was out of the ordinary. But then, a sigh made him look back. "Not like I care. I never understood why a hero would be visiting one of his catches in prison. You've always been an odd one out, you know."

"Ok, first of all, maybe don't mention my identity so loudly while we're on the street!" Mike whispered in mild panic, but that only got a chuckle out of the jackal. With a sigh of his own, the bird reached for his phone and looked at the hour. There was some time... so he walked over and sat on the bench, next to Noise. The former villain gave him a curious look, the arm behind him twitching as if he was thinking whether to pull back or not. He ultimately didn't, and Mike took it as his cue to keep talking. "So... You're out of prison after... Man, it really has been a few years, huh? Crazy how time flies."

"Especially when you're locked up," of course he had to toss that one in. Mike winced, but the chuckle reached his ears right away. "I'm messing with you. I mean, it was horrible and I couldn't wait to get out. But I guess I kind of deserved it."

"Kind of...?" he sighed with a chuckle at that one, but the jackal didn't seem to pick up. Both their eyes stared to the front instead, watching the cars and the people passing by. "Well... What's the plan now? Any idea on what you're gonna do? Where are you staying?"

"No idea. I thought about checking my old hideouts, but they were either raided by cops or taken over by other villains. Or the self-destruct mechanism booted in when I got sent to prison. Any explosions around that time?" he asked so casually, Mike had a hard time believing it. He was quick to shake his head, getting a tongue click this time. "Dammit. I could never get that sequence right. So be it. As for where I'm staying, you're sitting on it right now."

"What?" it took a moment for Mike to look down, eyes widening when he saw the bench and understood what the jackal was saying. "Noise-

"What do you want me to do? I got no friends, no family, no place to go. Sleeping on the streets for a few days will be way better than sleeping in a prison cell," the way he managed to say all that so confidently was outstanding, if Mike was honest. "I'm a freaking genius. And I'm also buff as fuck. If I can't get a job as a researcher or something, I'll just work construction or whatever else convicts do nowadays. I'll figure things out."

"Right..." the bird wasn't sure how much of that he believed. "I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"Well... For catching you and putting you in jail, I guess. Feels like you're like this because of me," he couldn't bring himself to look up at the jackal again, staring at his own feet instead.

"The world doesn't revolve around you, featherbrain," he smacked the back of the bird's head, and held it in place for a moment, ruffling his head feathers. It felt oddly nice. "If it hadn't been you, it would've been someone else. I always knew I would get caught sooner or later, we all know it deep down. I'm glad it was you, though. We sure as hell had a lot of fun."

Mike blushed again, this time out of instinct, remembering the fun the jackal referred to. A chuckle coming from Noise only confirmed what his words really meant, and multiple images formed in his mind. From the pursuits to the captures, being pinned to the wall, having those restless hands all over his body as the lights flashed in front of his eyes, his inhibitions lowering...

"You seem like you want to have some fun again, featherbrain," he looked up, and Noise was leaning less than an inch away from his face, with the same seductive grin he remembered. Any other person and Mike would've jumped as far from them as possible, but this time... He stayed still, staring at those eyes. His heart was beating painfully fast against his chest, and he didn't realize until it was late that he was also leaning forward, his eyes slowly closing as he aimed for the jackal's lips.

Maybe he calculated wrong, because by the time his eyes were shut, he only came across empty air. And he couldn't control his direction any longer, falling forward, his chin landed squarely in Noise's exposed cleft. His pecs were surprisingly soft, warm, comfortable... And when he heard the thoughts in his own head, his first instinct was to jump back again. But the jackal's hand on the back of his head stopped him.

"You really do want to have some fun, eh? I must say, these past few years have made you a lot more forward than I remember. You can't keep your hands off of me now!" Noise's voice was full of the same mockery he remembered, and he laughed just a little bit louder than necessary. People walking around them gave them both a quick glance, some of them looking away with blushes that almost matched that of the bird. At this exact moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear himself away, and he desperately tried to, but the more he pulled, the harder the jackal held him against his chest. "Don't do that. This feels nice."

And he stopped... Noise's voice was... No, he heard wrong, he was sure. Looking up from this position was difficult, and he was sure the angle made him see things in the wrong way, but the jackal's frown had disappeared. He was leaning back on the bench, his breathing evening as his eyes closed, almost as if he were dozing off. And his grip lessened, just enough for Mike to yank himself back. Right there, right now... No, not really. He doubted a few seconds, almost losing himself in the hypnotic beating of Noise's heart, the way his chest rose against his face.

"I..." in the end, he did tear himself apart from the jackal, surprising both of them. Had he been paying attention, Noise would've held him tighter, kept him in place. But all he did was stare in shock as the hawk stood up. "I have things to do. Very busy night, so... I'll see you when I see you. If I see you."

"Right..." his voice was lower than usual, with a bit of a sigh behind it. Mike wanted to turn around, or at least look over his shoulder, anything to try and figure out what went on in the jackal's mind. But he held back, not sure why. "Well... Guess I'll see you around Mi- Featherbrain..."

And now it was Noise who stood up, walking past the bird. Mike finally did look up, but it was only to see that broad back growing distant, losing itself in the crowd. A few seconds was all it took for the jackal to blend in, and the hawk let out a sigh. He wasn't sure if it was out of relief or... something else.

Not like that mattered. Smacking his own face, he kept walking in the opposite direction. What was he thinking anyway? That he would have some one night stand with Noise, right after he got released from prison? Even if he was remotely interested, which he kept telling himself he was definitely not, it's not like he had the time or the energy. He had just rejected Richard's generous offer, so why should he accept Noise's? It's not like he had anything different from the Doberman. He was just as broad, with the same strong pecs and delicious abs, the same strong arms, and that smug smirk that silently told you he was in charge, that made you cave in to his will and just obey anything he said, knowing it would bring you the greatest pleasure you'd feel in your-

Another smack.

"What are you thinking, Mike," he whispered to himself, slipping into whatever dark alley he found, holding his gym bag tight. "You have bigger things to focus on, man."

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The night came soon after. The sunlight was replaced by the countless ones on the street, and there was even more people than before roaming the streets, hopping from bar to bar, doing their groceries or buying their dinner on their way home from work. It all looked so regular, almost boring, from this high up on the rooftops.

Mike sat on the edge of one such roof, looking at the streets in that practiced angle from which no one would tell him apart against the dark sky. He wasn't wearing the same old shirt as before, but a dark blue jumpsuit with a bright yellow top half, covering half of his chest and sleeves. A hood flew on the wind behind him, and the domino mask rested between his fingers, covered in white gloves. It all hugged to his muscles better than anything else he owned, showing every bit of definition his years of effort had given him. But that was far from what went on in his mind.

"Quiet night, it seems," he whispered to no one in particular, tapping with the orange boots just as a chilly breeze blew, shaking his blue head feathers. He looked down at the mask, thinking that maybe he wouldn't have to put it on tonight. Didn't that mean that he blew off Richard's offer for nothing? "I could be having some Doberman dick right now..." he lamented with a sigh.

It always surprised him the kind of things he would say out loud when there was no one around to hear him. And his head was now full of pictures of the naked Doberman, flexing for him, both arms to either side of his head as he pinned him to his bed, pushing with every bit of strength in his powerful hips. That perfect torso, and the way his feathery hands reached up to touch and squeeze everything about it. Sinking into that pristine white fur, reaching to the black on his back, pulling him into a kiss to wipe that grin from his face-

"What?" Mike had to stop himself. Of course that wasn't Richard... If you thought about it, it really was inevitable for Noise to find his way back into his thoughts after such an encounter, but to think that the first thing he would picture was the naked jackal, his now larger body grinding against him... A groan escaped the bird's throat as he felt the tight pressure suddenly against his crotch, and he looked down to a noticeable bulge. It was the one thing no one told you about when you went down the hero path. "What... Is this really because of him? I mean, he is hot..." and now he was blushing and trying to justify himself.

"Hey, stop!"

The scream made him whip back instantly, and he forgot about his arousal and the jackal that caused it. His instincts were taking over, eyes scanning the luminous streets under him, looking for those alleys, those places where the light never reached. That's where he saw it: A single guy gasping for air, running down the street- Ah, he was stopping already, actually. And a few feet in front, three guys in leather jackets, each one holding someone's purse. Simple robbers, the kind that the bigger heroes tended to ignore when they had planet-sized threats to take care of. It was up to the smaller ones, like the hawk himself, to bother with those, ensure the citizens' everyday life. And it was with that very thought that Mike put his mask back on and rushed down the rooftop, leaping all the way to the next building, following the robbers.

It was easy keeping up with them, especially when they started slowing down after a few minutes. In fact, he had to hold back to not run past them. They either grew tired or confident that no one followed, but one way or another, as long as they had their guard down, they would be easy pickings for the hero. Not quite yet, though... They crossed a corner and he followed suit; even after they crossed a street, making multiple cars stop in the way and honk at them, Mike's pursuit went on, until they reached a small park across the street. The perfect spot, he thought.

A powerful jump and he flew across the night sky, landing easily across the park's fence and rolling instantly into the bushes, hiding himself for a second, prepared to catch the robbers by surprise. And to make things better, all three of them stopped in the middle of the road, panting and looking over their shoulders; one of them fell on his butt, gasping for air, while another leaned on a nearby tree, barely able to keep up. Just as he expected, they were exhausted, perfect for him to beat; he just hoped whoever they stole those purses from would still be close enough to return them to.

A deep breath... Even after all this time, he still got nervous from time to time. But it was easier now than when he first started. And honestly, his first priority was not looking like a loser in front of these guys; you were supposed to intimidate them, after all. Slowly, making sure none of them could see him, he stood up and made his way towards another nearby tree, leaning against it with the best smug expression he could pull off.

"Quite late for a night stroll, don't you think, fellas?" a bit corny, he knew. But it was all he needed to get their attention. As if struck by lightning, all three robbers jumped back, staring at him with the same scowls on their faces. Three wolves, now that he got a proper look at them; that was a lot more jokes he could throw around, anything to tease them, upset them into lowering their guards. "Or did your owner let go of your leashes?"

"Skyhawk..." one of the robbers snarled, while the others behind him growled at the bird. It was quite an ego boost to see that even random robbers knew his name now, and while Mike did his best to not let it show, he felt proud about it. That is, until the snarls on their faces turned into grins, each one as wicked as the other two. Before long, they all started chuckling right at his face, making the hawk get off the tree. "We were sure it would be you, buddy! Just as we expected!"

"What are you talking about?" Mike kept a serious expression, a frown settled on his face, anything to try and not show how perplexed he truly felt. But rather than words, he got his answer when several soft steps reached his ears from all around him. At that moment, he realized how odd it was for the park to be empty, before that very thought was proven wrong as several more wolves came out of the bushes, trees and corners out of his sight. In a matter of seconds, the young hero was completely surrounded by countless men, all of them wearing the same leather jackets, looking at him with the same grins as the other three. It took a lot of willpower from the bird not to swear right there, trying his best to keep the confident expression instead. "You guys are so weak you need to attack in a pack?"

"Trying to make yourself look bigger, little guy?" one such wolf said from the back, and the others stepped to the sides, parting away to let the newcomer in. It was a massive canine, a few inches taller than the rest, wearing no shirt under the open leather jacket; he showed off his bare torso, broad shoulders and massive pecs covered in dark gray fur, and Mike was sure they bounced with every step- Not the time to focus on those things, Skyhawk! "You don't know who we are, do you, hero?"

"Should I?" he was wary with his words now. But more importantly, he made the guy talk instead, make time while he assessed the situation. There were maybe ten, fifteen... Twenty guys in total, from what he could see, and a few of them had already pulled out knives, while others had bats or pipes, swinging them wildly. He could take maybe half of the guys on his own, if he was lucky enough.

"See that, guys? He doesn't know!" the larger one- The alpha, he deduced -howled to his pack and got a row of laughter out of them. Mike caught a few glimpses of the fence, seeing people ignore the park and walking by. He was glad the citizens stayed safe, but part of him wanted at least one of them to try and help him out; would certainly make him feel better. Just as he thought so, the wolves quieted down again, a few looking at their leader, expectant for whatever other words he might grace them with. "Of course you don't know. You heroes just sweep in, save the day and ruin our honest business. Do you have any idea how many of my guys you've sent to the slammer personally? You fucking bird!"

"I've sent so many criminals to prison, you can't expect me to remember every small name mugger I come across," that one came out from instinct, but he wasn't wrong. He had no idea who these guys were, and that only made them snarl even louder and harder than before, a few of them looking ready to pounce the hero. Mike reacted by leaning forward slightly, one hand reaching for the small backpack hanging from his shoulders. He swiftly grabbed a small metal bar, and with a quick swipe it extended on both sides, turning into a staff right away. Twirling it around a few times was all it took for some of the canines to step back before he took a stance against them. "I won't remember any of you when I get you locked up either. But look at the bright side: You'll get to meet all of your other guys behind bars. You should be thanking me."

"I swear you heroes get more stuck up every year. Get him, boys!" all other wolves rushed towards the bird in a flash. Only the alpha stood back, arms crossed as he saw the rest of his pack jump at the hero.

Any other person would've panicked at that moment. Not a hero, and definitely not Mike. Not the first time he fought against a crowd, he breathed in and saw the world as if it moved in slow motion. The faster wolves were evident, and he already knew which ones would reach him first even before they took their third step or so. With a twirl of his staff, he blocked the first attempted stab, kicking the canine away and blocking the next attack behind him. A quick swipe and he sent another of the canines flying almost without effort. Just from seeing that, the rest stopped in a tighter circle around him, and Skyhawk looked around as he saw the smug grins fade away, replaced by looks of pure focus and discomfort. Mere seconds and they were already nervous, while he was ready to hit them where it hurt. He allowed himself a single chuckle.

He went on the offensive instead. Staff in hand, he jumped at the nearest wolf, one holding a bat in his shaky hands. Smacking it away from his grasp was easy, and a kick to the gut took him out in a second. The rest recovered their gumption and kept going at the bird, making him turn and block their attacks one by one. The ones with bats were easy enough, just a few swipes with his staff and he parried their attacks perfectly. But the ones with knives needed a lot more attention, ducking out of the way to keep them from slicing at him, jumping back before knocking two of them off their feet with a low sweep. That was five down, and for a second he thought maybe he overestimated them all. He had a chance at winning this for real!

Just as he thought so, the world turned slightly darker, as if a cloud covered the moon. It took him a moment to realize the shadow he was looking at was far larger than that, and he turned around just in time see the alpha looming over him, his arm reared back for an attack. Panic invaded Skyhawk for a second, and that was all it took; he tried to block with his staff, but the attack proved far too strong for that, and the wolf's punch landed on his stomach, barely softened by his staff. Mike was sent flying a few feet away and he landed hard on his back, air pushing out of his lungs in the process. What little of his brain was still active simply couldn't believe a single man had this much power behind him, all from muscle alone. He could probably match up with some heroes with super strength.

While he was busy being awed, Mike didn't notice one of the other wolves running to him until it was too late. The knife came down, and in a moment of fear Mike had no idea how to react. His body frozen, he was partially convinced this was the end. He had a good run, he thought as he closed his eyes out of instinct and prepared for the impact...

An impact that never came. Was his body in such shock that he didn't even feel the pain as he bled to death...? That felt unlikely. And when the bird finally gathered enough courage to open his eyes, he saw that the knife never even reached his body. The wolf's arm had been stopped by a black and white hand holding his wrist tightly, attached to a rather muscular arm. The canine himself wasn't even paying attention to the hero, instead staring at this new assailant in disbelief. But before he could even react, the wolf got a jab on his face so hard that a few of his fangs flew off and he fell on the ground unconscious. In the end, he was the one bleeding from his nose.

"I'm disappointed, featherbrain," was that... Mike couldn't believe his ears at first, and he was sure this was probably some sort of hallucination in the middle of his deathbed. But the same hand that saved his life offered itself up to help him stand up, and he took it while his eyes went up to its owner. There he was, a certain jackal, his handsome features framed by the moonlight behind him and the usual smug grin present in his face, not faltering even once as he pulled the bird back on his feet. "You can't deal with a bunch of nobodies after catching someone as great as me? You went soft over the years."

"What are you doing here?" he asked, and Noise looked at him with more of that typical smugness of his, practically dripping out of his pores. But before he could prod him more, the wolves were already around them, now growling with visible anger and brandishing their weapons wildly. Their bloodthirst was palpable, and the bird and jackal stood back to back out of instinct. Mike held his staff for a moment before putting it back on his backpack, taking out a pair of yo-yos instead, one on each hand as he took a new stand. "Tell me after we're done with these losers."

"Sure will, handsome," not the time to be blushing, and yet the bird couldn't help the heat crawling up his face. Besides, now that their bodies were this close together, he also noticed how firm and defined Noise's back was... Why couldn't he get those thoughts out of his mind? "Want to bet who knocks more out?"

He was treating it as a game, which only made Mike feel like he would get himself hurt. And of course, Noise proved him wrong by rushing towards the closest wolf in a single step, ducking with both arms raised and netting a quick uppercut that easily broke the guy's jaw. Just like canines all around them, Mike stared in awe at the sheer strength and speed the jackal showed, and he didn't miss a beat, stepping up to the next wolf and jabbing him right in the snout, knocking him down as well. It was honestly impressive, and he swore Noise's back looked even broader now that he was showing off like this.

But he wasn't about to let the jackal have the spotlight for himself. He was Skyhawk, after all; he was the hero here. When he turned around, he swung one arm in a swift motion that sent one of the yo-yos flying, hitting another wolf hard on the stomach. The others came out of the trance Noise had left them on and rushed towards Skyhawk, but with another gesture he sent his weapon flying at an angle, hitting one of the wolves on the head and instantly bouncing off to the other, landing square on his face. Two down, and just then another one ran to him and hit him with a bat right on the shoulder. Mike stepped back with a wince, but his suit absorbed most of the hit and he punched the guy on the face. He shot the yo-yo and the thin thread coiled around another guy's neck, which he pulled to kick him on the face.

Behind him, Noise knocked another canine, once again breaking his nose. It was the first time he shook his hand, and even then it was clear that it wasn't out of pain, but rather to show off again. A wolf tried to hit him from the back, but he stepped aside swiftly and swept downwards, throwing him to the ground and kicking him on the back of the head, smashing his face against the ground and knocking him out as well. The next one rushed him with fear in his eyes, so it was easy to just push his arm away and knee him right on the nuts. The jackal couldn't help a chuckle as he fell down, clutching his crotch.

"Who the fuck are you!?" Noise barely had time to jump out of the way before a giant fist landed on the ground he had been standing on a second before. When it rose, he noticed a few cracks on the pavement, until a growl from the tall wolf in front of him made him look back up. This guy either had his own powers or he really was just that jacked, but whichever the case he wasn't anything like the small fry he commanded. He moved surprisingly fast for his bulk, cutting the distance between them in a second. "I was having a blast kicking the punk bird's ass and then some random shit comes along? Fuck off!"

" A lot of words in a row, big guy. Don't hurt your brain like that," the jackal did his best to tease him and keep his smile as he dodged each one of his attacks. But it was all an attempt to try and look collected against the guy, when in fact it took everything he had to keep himself in place. Against all odds, this large wolf was precise with his attacks, not wasting a single movement while always keeping his guard up. The second he showed an opening, he was already throwing the next attack, leaving no room for Noise to jump in. Quite the opposite, he had to jump back to make some distance between them, just to regain his breath. "Bitch... Guess it's time to put the big boy gloves."

He meant that literally. Noise reached for his back pocket and pulled out a pair of white gloves that he put on with surprising speed, flexing his fingers and snapping them to test the fabric. A few sparks flew from the tips and he smirked to himself, taking another stance against the wolf and waving at him to come. Of course, the guy was stupid enough to fall for an obvious taunt like that, and he rushed at the jackal like a maddened bull. He threw the first fist, making Noise pull to the side to avoid it, and then duck as the second instantly went for his head. It would be a repeat of last time if he didn't go into the offensive, so Noise took the risk and jumped at him.

In the next second, both of their punches landed at the same time on each other's stomach. Noise felt that he was hitting a brick wall, and quite appropriately felt that a brick wall hit him back. Air pushed out of his lungs and the world turned blurry for a fraction of a second. His ears twitched when he recognized a chuckle coming from the other alpha wolf above him. And that was the last time the guy hit him.

The sparks flew wilder this time, and a surge of electricity flowed from Noise's gloves and all through the wolf's body in an instant. It was an instant reaction, the guy's eyes growing wild and his head shotting upwards as a soundless scream left his mouth agape, frothing after a few seconds of the current going in him. His entire body shook at the act, his arms pulling away from the jackal as some part of his mind tried to guide his unresponsive limbs to get away from the threat. And a few seconds later, he fell to his knees limp, no shitty remarks coming out of his mouth this time. Noise stepped back, rubbing his bruised abs through the shirt as he breathed heavily, looking at the guy now that he was closer to his eye level. It had been a while since he got someone to match him in a fight, and he wasn't sure he liked the whole equal terms deal. So he just kicked the guy across the jaw and saw him fall to the ground with a heavy thud.

"You see that, featherbrain? I made these gloves with random scrap I got from one of my old labs. I'm a fucking genius like that," Noise turned around, sure that his words were ignored since the bird was probably still fighting. One of the last few guys got a punch right on the face, falling to Skyhawk's feet, and the bird smirked at him proudly, stretching his shoulder. The jackal was about to walk over to him, surprise him with a pat and maybe get a grope in the process, until he saw one of the wolves standing up, holding his knife tightly and rushing... "Mike!"

He used his name in public, of all things. Of course Mike was about to tear him a new one when he heard that. And that's when he turned around to the picture of Noise having jumped between him and one of the wolves. The other guy's eyes were wide in shock, and he was shaking from head to toe for some reason, something that the bird couldn't see. He wanted to ask Noise what was wrong, why he was standing there so still, why he called him by his real name like that, but for some reason the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. He didn't understand what happened until the wolf let go of his weapon, and the jackal wobbled to the back, falling on Mike's arms. That's when he saw the knife pushed on his side, and the first hints of thick, dark red gushing out of him.

"N-Noise...? Hey, Noise!" he was screaming... Why was he screaming? Why wasn't Noise saying anything? Why was he shaking? "Noise, talk to me, dammit!"

A thud reached his ears and made him look up. The shaking wolf stepped back, slowly turning his head left and right. First time he stabbed someone, you could see it in his eyes. The most logical thing would've been to help him process it, to realize he still had a chance at reforming. Mike wasn't thinking about being logical, though. Before the canine had a chance to turn tail, the bird's yo-yo coiled around his legs and he pulled with all the strength his arms could muster, making the guy flip in the air and hit the back of his head against the floor. Just like that, he blacked out. The last of the gang members down, they were finally safe.

"Noise, wake up man, come on. Say something, please," he tried talking louder, talking lower- He thought about shaking it, but then wondered if that would make more blood flow out. Was he bleeding too much, actually? Should he pull the knife out or leave it in? Mike's brain wasn't working right now and he didn't know what to do. He gave the jackal a light slap out of instinct and winced right after, but unable to do anything else he simply gave another. "Noise, wake up! Please wake up!" he was about to go for a third hit when a hand held his wrist tight, and a groan came from the same face he was so intently staring at. Noise's eyes opened with a few blinks and he clicked his tongue when he saw the bird.

"Stop yelling so much, featherbrain. It's just a flesh wound," he frowned at him and pushed his hand away, clearly trying to keep the pain from showing in his face. But Mike didn't care; the only thing he did was let out a sigh of relief He only looked back up when a chuckle got his attention, and he saw the jackal's smirk aimed at him. "Don't tell me you're crushing on me so much, you'd be sad if something happened to poor Noise?"

"I-I'm not!" it really wasn't the time to be flirting and blushing, yet here he was, all thanks to Noise's flippant attitude. He wanted to look away, but he was scared that the jackal would pass out if he did, and his eyes instead stayed on the stab wound. "And that's definitely more than just a flesh wound, it's bleeding a lot! We need to get you to a hospital or-

"Fuck's sake, Mike- I'm fine! The knife is just an inch in and it missed my vitals. I'm not even bleeding that much," but despite even using his name, the bird refused to hear him. He was freaking out, unable to hear the sirens approaching the park as someone finally thought about reporting their fight. The last thing a convict like Noise needed was to be caught in the middle of a whole pack of unconscious wolves, stab be damned. With his only possible salvation being the bird, he reached for the back of his head and pulled him closer until their foreheads pressed together. That was all it took for Skyhawk to stop his worried rambling, a blush settling under his feathers. Noise had to admit he looked cute from this angle, but there was no time for that. "If the cops see me here, they'll throw me back in a cell, no questions asked. Same thing with hospitals. Just get me to a motel room and I'll take care of everything on my own, like I always do. Alright, handsome?"

"A-Alright..." maybe it was a leftover effect of the hypnosis he was subjected to when the jackal first caught him, or maybe it was because the man simply had that much of a commanding aura; whichever the case, Mike was suddenly calm, with the only thing in his mind being following Noise's orders. He turned around and held the jackal close to his back, lifting him off the ground with a huff, hands safely holding him up at his butt and making him blush. "The road will be bumpy, so hold on tight. And put pressure on the wound- Wait, wouldn't that push the knife deeper? But then you'll bleed out-

"Stop rambling so much and just go," the jackal commanded him again, this time with a light smack on the back of the head, and Mike kept his mouth shut as he ran out of the park. People around them, mostly curious onlookers, stepped aside when the bird ran past them, and he was sure none of them would recognize him. He just shot straight for a dark alleyway, jumped off the building walls until he was back on his familiar roofs, and disappeared into the night.

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In a certain empty apartment, at a certain street, a certain window opened. A very special window that always remained locked unless you had the right kind of electronic key to open it from the outside. It was yet another extra security measure Skyhawk had taken to keep his home safe not from possible enemies, but from any random thief that might barge in. You could never be too safe in the city, as his work as a hero had proved him.

But that wasn't important right now. The only thing going through Mike's mind as he went through the open window was that he had to treat Noise's wound. While the jackal insisted that he was doing great, his breathing was getting shallow, and the blood stain on his shirt grew bigger at a slow but constant pace. With a few stumbles, they both finally made it inside the bird's bedroom, and Mike helped him over to his bed.

"Ok... You stay here," he ran out of the room, and for a second, Noise was left alone, silence all around him save for his own breathing, and even that was low, almost imperceptible. Until the loud clanking and slamming coming from the other side of the door as the bird surely stumbled on his own feet. The jackal chuckled at the thought of the mighty hero Skyhawk dropping everything on the way back. By the time he returned, it was by slamming the door open, breathing heavily with a small pack on his hands and a bag of gauze under his arm. "Ok! Ok, I'm here! It's gonna be alright, no worries!"

"You're the only one worried, featherbrain," Mike ignored that and pulled a chair to the bed, sitting in front of him just as the jackal started unbuttoning his shirt. As the white fabric came off his body, the bird stopped for a moment to admire the muscles that were slowly being exposed to his eyes. The firm pecs that rose slightly with his breath, the definition on his lats as that black fur was revealed, the washboard abs that his eyes deliberately stayed on top of, trailing every single crease and line with his sight... until he came across the knife again, the fur matted from the blood coming out. Mike's arousal died immediately, and he turned away the moment Noise pulled the weapon out of his body on his own. The bird suddenly felt sick... "Come on, give me the washcloth."

"What- Ah!" he jumped back when the jackal tried to get it off his hands. Noise would've caught him had it not been for the wince that made him reach for the wound again, and that was the last straw Mike needed to get over his fears. He was supposed to be a hero, after all; he wasn't about to let a civilian take care of his own lethal wounds. With a gulp, the bird held the damp cloth tightly, a few droplets of water running down his forearm as he did, and gently pressed it against the wound. The caked blood stuck to the jackal's fur stubbornly, refusing to come off right away, but at least he managed to make the wound visible.

What really scared him was the next part. He wasn't experienced with stab wounds of any sort, thankfully. All he knew as he doused a towel in saline was that he had to disinfect it, and even that was mostly from a few first aid courses and movies. His hands were admittedly shaking when he reached up to the wound, barely touching it, fearing that he might do something wrong. He wanted to look away so bad, but at the same time he just couldn't tear his eyes away from it. He didn't stop shaking, nor did he really move at all, until one of the jackal's hands landed on his own, holding him steady and guiding him through the motions. A light wince was the only sound that came out of Noise after that, but it was only for a second, before his features softened just a bit.

"Ok, that's... That's good, yeah..." Mike was shocked by how still his voice was. Probably the shock. When he pulled the towel away, he saw the wound clearly for the first time, blood no longer coming out. Noise was right, he realized; it was rather small and thin. He took a quick glance at the knife on the floor, only then registering that they had brought it over as well, and noticed that it was a rather small pocket knife. So yes, Noise had a point when he said it wasn't that deep, and perhaps he was worrying too much, but in any case, another sigh of relief left the bird. "Alright, the worst just happened, I think. I don't know if you'll need stitches, though; we really should-

"Will you relax already, featherbrain?" the jackal yet again scolded him as he reached for something in the back pocket of his pants. Mike reached forward to try and keep him from moving too much, but Noise simply smacked his hands away and produced a small tube out of his pocket. A click over his wound and the spray covered every inch of it, bubbling for a second before seemingly vanishing, and leaving a small, visible scab under the fur. Mike's beak opened in disbelief and he looked up at Noise, who simply grinned smugly. "One of my many genius inventions, a high speed coagulant I made just for wounds like these. One of those things I managed to scavenge from my old labs earlier today. Wasn't hoping to use it, but I'm sure as hell glad I found it," and he kissed the tube to mark his words.

"I thought your hideouts were raided by the cops."

"Trashed is a better word. Get me something to eat, I might get woozy," Mike jumped off his chair when he heard that. Of course he needed food, what kind of fool couldn't realize that? He went for the minifridge near his bed, taking out a sandwich he had lying around, one of many quick midnight snacks he liked sneaking in from time to time, along with a bottle of juice he didn't bother checking the flavor of. He took it all to the jackal who, despite his usual stoic demeanor, swiped it off his hands with surprising excitement. He took quick small bites, and Mike found himself staring at his mouth far more intently than he should. "God, I was starving! Thanks, man. I only got the coagulant, a few other trinkets that I hid somewhere, and enough random bits to make these gloves. The rest of the hideouts were inhabitable."

"You... were sleeping in that park," Mike realized. Noise couldn't talk with his mouth full, so he just tapped his nose in confirmation, and a tinge of pity stabbed Mike's heart. "Well, you can stay here for the night, then. It's the least I can do after you saved my life. Sorry it's a bit cramped."

"It's a palace compared to my old cell," even more pity now, along with a bit of guilt to go. Mike could only hope it didn't show in his face, or he would be in one hell of a mess with the proud jackal. Whether Noise noticed or not, he reached for the bird's knee and patted it, maybe groping his thigh a bit while he was at it, he wasn't sure. "I'll take you up on the offer, handsome. Anywhere is better than the streets. Well... except prison, obviously."

Mike barely listened to those words. His mind lingered in exactly one of them, and the way it made his cheeks turn a very notable rose color. It was only because of the darkness that Noise didn't notice his blush, and should he try anything to hide it, he would only make it obvious for the jackal to realize. Thus, he stayed as still as possible, and that meant his eyes naturally wandered towards Noise's body, no matter how hard he tried to reject the thought. Mike's eyes went to his abs, eating up every single line, wondering what they would feel like against his fingers, ignoring the closed wound and taking in the sight of his plump chest, the slight rise with every breath he took, his neck contracting as he swallowed... God, he wanted to kiss that neck so badly, he felt the tent on his suit again.

"Is that where you..." got even bigger and more defined, he wanted to ask; he wanted the jackal to know he was checking him out, that he wanted his body, but he chickened out in the last minute, "learned how to fight like that? In prison, I mean."

"Well... I had previous training from before I got caught. But I always depended on gadgets and weapons, I suppose," he said that with the last bite to his sandwich, handing over the wrapping and the can of juice to the bird, Mike just put them aside in the nearest table he could find, unable to tear his eyes from the jackal as his curiosity spiked. "It's funny, I was always proud about being in great shape for a scientist, and then I see these guys in prison up to twice my bulk. I got more than one black eye while I was there, from guys that wanted to make me their bitch. I had to work out a lot and get good at fighting fast if I wanted to stand a chance. I wasn't the strongest guy, but I got a few bottoms for myself while I was there."

"So you didn't waste time, huh?" Mike wasn't sure why he was suddenly feeling hotter, his blood rushing as the words came out. The way Noise grinned and chuckled at him only made him feel more incensed, a pout around his beak as he finally looked away with a frown. "I've had plenty of fun myself while you were in prison, you know? These muscles come with a lot of attention."

"Oh?" Noise turned around slightly, making sure not to lie on his wound, but still propping his head up on his arm, staring at the bird. "Do tell."

"I-I don't have to tell you anything..." he finally caved in and looked away out of instinct, all to hide a blush he knew wasn't visible in the darkness. He kept his frown, but his face twitched as he felt the jackal's stare, his smirk still on his features, silently goading him into admitting the truth. He truly had no choice, and a sigh abandoned the bird's mouth as the heat spread through his entire body. "My gym trainer... for example..."

"Gym trainer!? Well, I guess you always liked them beefy!" with sudden interest, Noise sat up, legs crossed in front of his host. Mike wasn't sure if he should be moving at all, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything in front of this overwhelming aura the scientist emitted. He knew what he was doing; somehow, that was the thought that crossed the bird's brain. And it was perhaps the last, as he then focused on the way Noise's muscles popped as he stretched again, subtly flexing and showing off his defined abs, the powerful lats and the bulging pecs and biceps. "Is he as beefy as me, though? Is he bigger than me?" his legs spread slightly with that last question, leaving no room for Mike to misunderstand.

"He is, actually... But that doesn't mean he's better..." he had to admit it all the way, that's the kind of power this man had over him. As his mind wandered towards the naked figure of Coach Richard, he found himself craving those broad shoulders, that sculpted torso, the rod jutting from between his legs... Before all those images vanished in front of the gorgeous jackal that exposed his body to him without a second thought. He was bigger than Noise in every aspect, and yet here was Mike, licking his beak with desire, wanting the jackal more than anyone else. "H-He's a Doberman, so of course he's big! Was in the army too. And he works out for a living! So yeah, of course he's big, why wouldn't he be?"

"So he's the one I have to thank for you looking this delicious, then," it wouldn't be Noise if he didn't make him blush even more through the night, no matter how hard he tried to keep just a bit of composure. And without any subtlety, the jackal looked all the way up and down Mike's body, practically eating him with his eyes like... Well, exactly like Mike did with him before, really. He had no reason to feel bothered by it, and yet the heat only spread further. "You're packing plenty of muscle nowadays, featherbrain. I groped a bit before, but damn! It really shows through all that spandex, doesn't it? You do know you're still wearing it, right?"

"I'm what? Oh...!" he looked down and instantly got what the jackal meant. Between the stress of taking care of his wound and the sudden down he got once the adrenaline dwindled, Mike had completely forgotten he was a hero at all, and that he was wearing his suit and mask still. Well, not forgotten... More like, he had grown too comfortable to care about wearing it. That was thanks to Noise keeping him relaxed, all with that natural sex appeal of his. Maybe it was that same appeal what kept him from caring about his presence, which led him to take the mask off and pull the front zipper on his suit down.

"Well then," Noise let out as the suit peeled off Mike's feathers, and only then did he notice he was there at all. Too late, he thought, as his torso was no completely exposed for the jackal to see with detail. His feathers were ruffled and disorderly, but that did little to hide the defined physique he had achieved over the years. His firm chest and the set of compact abs were both being eaten up by his impromptu guest, and those black hands reached forward, his fingertips twitching slightly as they went for another touch. One that, based on the hungry look in his eyes, would be far more enthusiastic than what he got earlier that day. "I'll give it to this trainer of yours, he really knows what he's doing."

"He does," Mike pulled back, surprising the jackal in the process. Truth be told, he wanted it as well. He wanted Noise to touch him, to caress him and feel his body with those inquisitive hands of his. Even if they were just flashes hidden behind hypnosis, he remembered just how playful this man could get, and he found himself craving that. He wanted to give himself in... But consciously, he was far too flustered to even consider the idea. It was easier to just stand up. "I'll sleep on the couch and you can stay here. Let me know if you need-

"Stay," that wasn't a request, but an order. Noise held his wrist tight, keeping him in place with surprising strength for a man who was just stabbed. It was the same thing as before: Hypnosis or not, he simply found himself unable to defy his word. The bird remained still, his heart beating the fastest he remembered; even faster than it did when fighting those wolves on the park. But all he did was wait... Wait for the next command.

It never came. Not with words, at least. Noise pulled him back, making him stumble on the bed until he fell on top, caught between the jackal's arms, held tight by them. Their faces were only an inch apart after that, and Noise wasted no time cutting that distance, pressing his lips against the open beak, tongue already pushing his way inside, coiling and twisting around inside. Mike trembled in sheer delight as he melted into the kiss, feeling one of the scientist's hands hold the back of his head and push him deeper, making him turn around and get into the it as well. His breathing started rushing again, harder with every stroke, every scratch on his defined back, and he couldn't hold back his own arousal any longer; it strained painfully against his suit, and he was sure Noise felt the bulge anyway. Thus, his hands reached for his chest as well, groping the plump muscle hidden under his jet black fur. He trailed his abs, shivering at the feeling alone.

But just as he was getting into Noise's pace, the jackal pulled him from the kiss and shoved him down on the bed, pinning the bird against the mattress. Defenseless, Mike was left staring at the ceiling for a single second, until Noise cut into his field of vision. It was one thing to check him out from the side, take in his muscles from a distance, but with the man's entire body now on top of him, the bird felt his need grow even bigger, until he clawed at the sheets beneath him. It wasn't just that he was hot, he realized; he was looming over him, dominant and powerful, with that wicked streak in his eyes silently promising him that he would use his body as he pleased.

"What's the matter, featherbrain?" he asked, sitting back up on the bird's lap, his ass gently rubbing against the bulge. Mike knew for a fact the jackal wouldn't bottom for him, but it was still such a nice idea... Noise knew he thought as much, and that's exactly why he teased him so. The bird barely thought of anything else, caught up in the arousal that slowly clouded his judgment, until his hands were forced up that black fur, feeling the powerful muscles hiding underneath. He shivered at the look the jackal gave him when those feathered hands landed on his chest. "You can touch all you want."

"Can I?" he didn't want to sound anxious, but a single grope was all it took to make his last defense crumble. Despite their size, the pecs weren't nearly as soft as he expected. Hard muscle and rough skin, putting up resistance against his touch, making his hands go all over the place, thumbs trailing the curve of his chest as he rolled down. Noise's abs beckoned him, and at long last he was able to trail the lines he had been eyeing up for a while now. Deep creases, bulging slightly when he breathed in, and one particular spot made the jackal jump as if it tickled. His sides were exquisitely defined, and Mike held his hips for a moment, taking in the sheer strength they exuded. Lower still, his hands toyed with the hem of his pants, looking for the button...

Until Noise grabbed them again and held them in place. His grasp was strong, and when he looked up, Mike saw the same grin as ever, and his eyes seemed to shine in the darkness. He wanted him so bad, but the jackal didn't need words to tell him it was too soon. He pulled back instead, his tail now brushing against Mike's legs, against those strong thighs that jumped across buildings, and his hands being the one exploring the hero's body. He licked his beak as those restless fingers went down his torso, feeling the tickle of his fur against the blue feathers, the claws drawing the lines of his abs, a shiver running up his spine just as they reached his suit. He didn't bother with platitudes, that pervert of a jackal, and the rest of the suit came off, peeled off his legs in an instant.

An interesting thing about spandex suits is that they're so tight, you often look for ways to keep it from getting even tighter. Mike's preferred way was to not put on any underwear. That's why his boner jumped the second Noise pulled the clothes off his body, drops of pre flying and spraying all over them. Finally released from the confines of his suit, Mike couldn't help letting out a whimper of delight, and his hips buckled forward out of instinct, as if asking anyone for any sort of attention. As the jackal finished taking the suit off his legs, the bird's arms went up and crossed behind his head, and his back arched slightly to offer himself up. He wanted anything, any sort of attention, and he received it with a jolt when the first thing he felt was the hot breath against the tip.

He didn't have time to think. Noise held his member tight and gave him a few strokes, his body shivering from the sensations coursing through his skin, all the way up to even the tips of his feathers. It was electrifying, and his chest started rising from them. His hips moved on their own, bucking up and humping the jackal's hand, feeling his fingers bumping against his veins, and poking his lips only once. He stopped immediately after that and looked down, but Noise didn't say anything about it. He licked his lips instead, smiling at him, before opening up and licking the sensitive head.

"F-For real...?" Mike asked with a shaky voice, head thrown back in a moan when he felt the wet appendage brush against his rod. The tip played with his slit and he could no longer think. It was really happening, he thought; Noise, hunkier than ever before, was about to give him a blowjob. Not even in his wildest dreams did he ever think it would be remotely possible, but now that he was here he wanted it more than anything.

That's why it surprised him so much when the scientist held the base of his member harder. His strokes got slower, rougher, but damn, it was so good he didn't have it in him to say no. If he was going to make him feel this good, then Noise was allowed to take as much time as he wanted before giving him head. That electric sensation was still there, like a tingling starting from the base of his cock, and he was sure he saw sparks flying around the corner of his eye. It was so weird, so delicious, he didn't notice what was happening until the intensity went up, and his back arched again, his hips moving forward as if giving his member to the skilled jackal that held it so tenderly. It got harder and stronger, and Mike felt the electricity coursing through his body, making him moan so loud, it filled the room and bounced off the walls around him, filling his ears with his own erotic voice.

"What is it, featherbrain?" Noise asked, stroking Mike's dick as neon blue sparks came out of his glove. Mostly for show, he thought; the really good stuff went all through the bird's skin, well under his feathers. That bright pink member twitched like crazy from the current going in, pre oozing out of him like a fountain, his balls jumping every other second. "Don't tell me you actually thought I was going to give you a blowjob. I'm a top, you know," he was cheeky, but he knew Mike wasn't hearing him. He was too busy thrashing about, kicking and screaming from the sheer pleasure to pay attention to anything else going on.

Mike gripped the sheets under his body, pulling at it while his toes curled in delight. The electricity made his entire body tingle, and he felt his cum start to churn inside his balls. He knew it would come out soon, or at least whatever part of his brain remained conscious did. Most of him was sinking deeper and deeper into that pleasure, and his sensitivity shot so far up, he felt every little thing going on with his body. With perfect clarity, he felt Noise's fingers on his member, his thumb pressing and pushing up his length, poking the head and blocking the slit for a moment, only to let go and allow a burst of pre to jump out. He felt every drop going up, crawling up his length in extreme, excruciating detail, and he humped against the jackal's hand in response, harder every second.

Noise's free hand went and reached further down, cupping those large swinging balls and letting a current from his other glove go. Mike jumped and screamed loud enough that his throat went dry, and he felt drool going down the sides of his beak. It was exquisite, as simple as that, and he started losing his grip on his own consciousness as he felt it all going through his body. The jackal squeezed and pulled at his nuts, handling them like a pair of marbles, pressing them against each other and trailing down the middle. All the while, he kept stroking his dick, his thumb now lazily going up and down a single vein and making him twist and curl all over. His kicks got even harder and he started pushing the sheets away, while his arms flailed around wildly. He hugged himself to keep them in place, groping his own muscles in the process, and before long he was twisting his own nipples while his manhood was played with.

"N-Noise..." he weakly begged, his tongue lolling out as his head fell back on the pillow. He thought the jackal didn't hear him at all until the current stopped and the bed creaked under him, and the same hands that had been torturing him pulled his head until he stared directly at those bright violet eyes. Everything looked blurry with his mind hazy as it was, and his breathing was too heavy to think properly, but he still recognized the handsome features in front of him, and his heart skipped a beat. He felt the blush creeping its way to his cheeks, and before he knew it, the jackal's lips were pressed against his, tongue pushing inside his mouth into a much rougher kiss than ever. Their tongues coiled and their arms reached around the other, holding, squeezing, rubbing their muscles and pulling their bodies together. Mike wanted this man so bad, his feathers sank into his short fur, losing themselves into the black of his body.

"You liked that?" he asked when they finally split apart, his grin still present, his voice as coy as ever. Mike pondered on his answer for a second, but he didn't get a chance to utter a single word before one of the jackal's fingers trailed the same vein on his dick he had been playing with all this time. The electric current, slightly weaker now, made the bird shiver and anything he may have been able to say was now stuck in his throat, lost forever just as he lost himself to the sensations. The only thing his distracted mind could detect was the light chuckle that came out of his dominant guest. "I'll let you in on a secret," he started, leaning back against the bird. His lips pressed against Mike's neck, his snout nuzzling and his fangs gently nibbling the flesh, making the hawk shudder in delight. If only he could ask for more. "I slept with a few birds in prison too. But none of them had feathers as soft as yours..."

"What...?" Mike blinked, surprised. It took him a moment to really process those words, to understand what the jackal was saying. And even when he did understand, he wasn't sure he heard right. "Noise-

But he refused to hear. Noise sat back up, his face now away from the bird's neck, and for the first time that night Mike saw the smile on his lips vanish. Instead, he had a surprisingly serious expression, the kind he never thought he'd see on this canine's face. The same violet eyes that had been shining with lust and cruel hunger now looked at him with... something; an emotion that Mike couldn't quite put a name on simply because it looked so alien in his face. But Noise didn't give him any time to think. His hands rose and he took the gloves off with anxious haste, tossing them to the floor and leaving the bird with a nostalgic need as his body once again craved the electric currents that mere seconds before were going through him. He wanted them again... But what he got were Noise's hands diving into his sides, his fingers sinking through the soft feathers and the skin and fur touching the flesh underneath. It sent a different kind of shiver up Mike's spine.

His fingers slowly crawled up, his claws scratching underneath, tickling the bird, making him twitch and twist in bliss. Beak clenched, Mike stared back at the jackal's eyes, neither of them daring to look away. He held the sheets tighter, realizing that Noise was slowly leaning down, their chests closer to one another, their heavy breathing making them both rise and almost touch one another. He had just given him a handjob, they had just made out, this was hardly anything new in the night... So why was the bird so flustered by this sudden intimacy? And why was the jackal making that face? He looked focused, attractive...

But nothing came out of it. By the time Noise reached his armpits and shoulders, he had sat back up, licking his lips with the same serious expression. Mike's heart pounded against his chest, but he fought the instinct to reach up for it. He tried to focus on the jackal instead, with only a light whimper leaving him when the restless hands abandoned his body to instead trail the lower end of Noise's abs. He wanted to be the one touching those glorious muscles. But the next surprise came when his fingers played with the hem of his pants, reaching for the butting and undoing it in a slow motion, all for the sake of teasing the bird. The zipper came down inch by inch, the sound vibrating in Mike's ears and making him lick his beak as well, hunger filling him up, clouding his senses. He felt the musk coming out before even it was even halfway down, and it was such an incredibly masculine aroma; heavenly and overwhelming, like the man himself.

"You're not the only one here going commando, you know," he said with a bit of a smile, not nearly as wicked as the ones he was used to. But what got Mike's attention were his pants finally sliding down and his dick jumping out, exactly like the bird's had done before. He gasped in shock even though it was just as he remembered it: Long, thick, a bright pink and throbbing furiously as it demanded to be treated like the royal rod it was. Mike's entire body craved him, his ass clenching at the mere thought of having it inside once again. Memories of his time with the jackal from before he got sent to prison... Memories he wanted to relieve, and that he leaned forward with that thought in mind, only for Noise to push him back down on the bed. "I haven't given you permission to take it, have I, feathers?"

"May I? Sir..." he couldn't even snark back anymore. His hunger and lust were taking over his brain and he couldn't think of anything but having that manhood near him. The heat alone was driving him mad, and the scent of his musk was exquisite, making his own dick jump. Noise didn't say anything in return, just reached for his head, letting his fingers sink into the feathers on the back, rubbing and scratching underneath. The bird felt so content just with that, and yet he wanted more. The jackal made him greedy like that.

Noise didn't say anything. He kept rubbing the back of his head, goading him forward just as Mike's beak opened. The tip was the first thing that came in and he met it with his tongue, taking in that exquisite taste for the first time in ages. It was overwhelmingly masculine, exactly the same as he remembered; it was amazing he still remembered, but he figured that was just how deeply the jackal implanted himself in his mind. The moment the first drop of pre rolled down his throat, it was as if something feral took the bird over, something he couldn't explain, like a voice in the back of his head constantly telling him to keep going forward, to take more of that massive length, choke on it for the sake of both their pleasures. He listened to it, falling victim to his own needs, and without Noise's movements he impaled himself on it, swallowing harder, deeper, taking him in until the very same tip poked the back of his throat.

Everything happened in a flash after that. Noise let out a low growl, his entire body shaking with every lap Mike's tongue took on the underside of his manhood. He breathed between his teeth, tightening his grasp on the hawk's feathers, gently pulling them just to toy with him some more. But Mike barely noticed, taken completely by the masculine flavor that now filled his entire body. He kept going forward, burying that rod in his throat and shivering in delight, closing his beak around it until the tip pressed against the jackal's crotch. His tongue kept playing with the small slit on top, pre steadily gushing out and swallowed hungrily. He sucked as hard as he could, marveled by how loud his partner could get, how much more he tried to push and get more of his dick in him.

Noise wasn't the type to waste time, of course. Nor was he the type to let dominance be taken from him so easily. He was the boss, and he proved it once again when he pulled out of Mike's mouth and rammed himself back down his throat. The hawk chocked again, but the jackal didn't pay it any mind as he kept thrusting without a care in the world. His hips pushed forward in short, strong humps that made the hero whimper and gag, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he drowned in the sheer bliss of having his throat thoroughly fucked. He was Noise's personal whore right now, a role he was more than happy to play.

The scientist kept going forward, his dick turning into a blur as he forced it in and out of his partner's mouth. Balls smacked against the lower side of Mike's beak while his throat filled with pre, slowly thickening with every thrust. Some of it clung to the walls, leaving that lingering taste in his mouth, that masculine, sticky sensation making him shiver. It felt as strange as always, and it made part of him wish Noise's cock would go deeper down his throat, force it all down and just cum right in his stomach already. He sucked hard, his tongue curling around his length to try and coax his seed out, already craving the powerful essence to go down and fill him up. The taste of his pre alone was driving him crazy, and just thinking of the thick seed that would soon roll down his throat got him hard again. The only reason why he didn't reach for his own length and start jerking with the jackal was because he hadn't been told to.

"Fuck..." Noise breathed out. Mike allowed himself a moment of pride when he realized he got the usually prideful jackal to swear, and his hands were no longer under his control. They went up his legs, groping the back of his muscular thighs, fingers slipping under his short fur. He said Mike was softer than other birds, but it was clear who really was the most delicious between them. When he looked up at him while edging the buttocks, teasing him back for a change, Noise smirked down while panting. "That trainer of yours really taught you how to get the job done, didn't you? You've gotten better at this. You're a good slut, aren't you?" he rubbed his cheek to mark his words, making the bird blush in return. With his mouth full as it was, the only thing Mike could do to reply was push deeper, kiss the base of his cock and hear the scientist scream as more of his rod was swallowed and licked profusely.

The thrusts turned even harder after that. Shorter as well, barely an inch of his cock pulling out before he slammed it back in. Mike gagged as it hit him, the pre coming out like a fountain, all of it sticking to his throat or falling to his stomach. It was warmer than he remembered, or perhaps it got hotter after every thrust? It only made his hunger rise, and his hands moved all the way up until he grabbed both of Noise's cheeks, squeezing them, spreading them slightly... Would he dare to go in and poke his hole? Play with that tight pucker, trail it with the soft tip of his feather, piss the jackal off and make him fuck his beak even harder as punishment... It sounded like one hell of an idea, and in his intense arousal, he could only think about what would make his partner go rougher.

Unfortunately, he would never get the chance to enact his plan. Noise's efforts finally paid off when he pushed his cock all the way down, holding Mike's head in place with both hands. For the first time, the bird tried to pull away as he choked in that manhood, but he was forced to take it all in as the jackal let out a loud, sharp roar of pure, undiluted pleasure. A powerful blast of cum burst out of his member, falling right down the bird's throat and filling him up in a matter of seconds. Mike couldn't hold it all in, skilled as he may have been, and a few coughs were all it took for some of it to push out of his mouth, rolling down his beak and chin. None of that made Noise stop, and he still tried to swallow it all simply from how exquisite, how hot and delicious that seed was. He moaned and whimpered, his voice muffled as it was, from the intense sensations coursing through him now that he finally pushed his partner towards his orgasm. It was exquisite, to say the least. He couldn't get enough.

He held the jackal's ass tighter, pulling him even closer, feeling the tip of his cock press against the back of his throat. He didn't care either, he just wanted more of Noise in him. The jackal actually got caught off guard by that and his hands left the bird's head, going for the bed's headrest instead to try and keep himself upright while his cock was milked dry. Rope after rope of seed shot out of him, each one greedily swallowed by the hero under him. He threw his head back out of pure elation, moaning even louder while Mike kept sucking him for all he was worth, gulping cum like a champ. Noise was the one who had to force him back, the last few strands of seed falling all over the hawk's face, beak wide open to try and catch as much of it as he could, his body still shivering from thirst and hunger alike. He wanted more, he needed more, and every shot of cum that fell on his face, warm as it felt, only exacerbated his craving.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit..." Noise breathed out, feeling the last few shots coming out, falling to his knees in front of his bird and letting the final drops dribble on his feathered chest. His breathing was hard, pecs rising with every intake of air, and his face hung an inch away from Mike's, the bird having to fight the urge to edge forward and kiss him again. When his eyes finally opened, it was with a smirk to join them, but... What was it about, he had no idea, but Mike felt his heart skip a beat when he saw him. "I don't remember... the last time I came that hard... Fuck, feathers. You look cute covered in spunk like that."

"Thanks..." Mike's breathing was heavy, and he could barely focus on anything around him. His vision was still blurry, and he was dazed from the sheer arousal he still felt. His tongue moved out of his beak all on its own, reaching for the first bits of seed he could find and pulling them to his mouth, swallowing it in a single gulp. Such a masculine flavor, it made him shiver again. Noise did the same, leaning down for a quick kiss that left the bird gasping for more air, inching forward to get more of those lips. But in the end, he fell back on the bed with a smile and a hand on his chest. "That was amazing, yeah. I've been doing it with other guys, but nothing quite as good as this."

"So you admit you were a slut while I was locked away," the jackal lied down next to him, leaning on his arm and looking over him with a wicked grin. Mike blushed, but he felt too good to be ashamed, simply laughing off his partner's words. He was a bit of a slut, he had to admit it. "We're not done, though."

"We're not?"

"You haven't had your own orgasm yet," Noise words came with his hand going down the bird's arm, trailing the definition on his shoulders, his biceps, jumping to his hips and going further down. It didn't take long for him to reach Mike's crotch, playfully brushing against the base of his still hard length, his thumb pressed against it. The hero tried his best not to react, to keep his composure for as long as possible, but he ended up clutching the sheets at such a simple touch. "You look really sensitive right now. Like you really need it, buddy."

"Oh! Yeah, I guess..." he wasn't actually thinking that much about it. Just having the jackal next to him like this was enough for the hawk to be content... But now that Noise brought it up, his member started throbbing furiously, demanding attention. When Mike looked down at it, a single strand of pre oozed out, dangling right above his navel, looking ready to fall on his feathers. His breathing rushed for a moment, chest rising against his hand, and he ended up groping his own pec out of instinct while staring at his length, making it jump slightly. "I can just jerk-

"Nonsense," and without warning, Noise stood back up on the bed. Mike's surprise kept coming up when both of his ankles were grabbed and the jackal lifted his legs well above his own shoulders, bending the hero's back over the bed. Mike ended up lying more on his shoulders, his member aimed right at his face while the scientist's length squeezed between his buttocks.

"N-Noise, what are you doing?" he asked, gulping nervously at the sight of his own girth, his mind riddled with thoughts of reaching for it and stroking himself a bit. That single strand of pre still hanging, now right over his face, looked exceptionally tempting.

"You think I'll fuck a cute guy like you and just let him walk away without shooting a big fat load? I have a reputation to keep up, feathers. I can't just leave a guy with his balls full!" he liked the sound of his own voice, that was another thing Mike remembered just now. But in his stupor, the bird focused mostly on the way he called him cute, and the blush it caused on his cheeks yet again. Noise spreading his cheeks apart was the only thing pulling him back to reality, along with a sharp whistle coming out of the jackal. "This cute little hole looks just as tight as I remember it. I bet that Doberman coach of yours fills it up regularly too. What do you say we make it loose tonight as well."

Mike couldn't say anything in return. As much as he wanted to snark back at the jackal, it was undeniable that he wanted it; his dick throbbing harder and harder with every word was all the evidence they both needed. Thus, all that came out of the bird was a whine, and his ass humped back against the scientist's member, looking for the tip to pierce himself in it already. Noise felt his need clearly and aimed him better, his cockhead finally pressing against the tight pucker, slightly pushing and spreading that ring, already making Mike shudder.

It was an instant reaction. Mike had been sleeping with more guys, but none of them ever had the same quality that Noise had. There was something about him... The moment he pushed his first inch inside, the bird's back arched and he clawed at the sheets in pain, holding back his moans. His body heated up, knowing exactly what these sensations meant and looking for more to fill itself up. He pushed against him, getting another inch of his manhood buried inside his body, and the jackal held his hips in return, freezing him in place.

"We're going with my pace, feathers," the grin had vanished from his face again, replaced by a serious expression. But no matter whether he smiled at him or not, that cockiness was always there, exuded from every inch of his body, from every muscle and the way they tensed up. All of it making Mike want to give himself fully to him. As those thoughts coursed through his mind, the hawk stopped and allowed the scientist to push forward, getting another inch inside him and making him whimper in delight. "I love when you make faces like that," he said, making the bird shiver and his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

That's around the time Noise stopped caring. Rather than go slowly as he had been up until now, he pushed the rest of his cock in one go, spreading Mike's ass in an instant. The shock was part of his plan, obviously, and the bird jumped when he did. Far enough that his own dick was only an inch from his beak; he didn't know he could bend himself over that much! But he only stayed like that for a second, before falling back on the bed with a groan and another whine from the pain. A single shift from the jackal's hips was all it took for him to brush against his prostate, sending jolts up Mike's spine that made his voice grow louder with delight, and his back twist and contort in ways he didn't think possible. It was exquisite, and such a simple thing, done with nothing but the right angle and enough force.

The jackal was already far too gone, not even wasting time on his usual snark any longer. He only cared about one thing, and it was evident in his eyes, in the way he looked at the hawk. Mike's eyes popped open for a second, an instant, and he gazed back at Noise, seeing the thirst and desire in them. The focus... God, he looked so attractive when he focused like that, he couldn't even put it into words. He knew the jackal told him to go with his pace, but there was no helping it, and soon he started humping and pushing back against his cock, trying to get more of him inside his hole. He just needed him that badly.

Of course, Noise noticed that even through the haze of his deep focus. But he didn't punish the hawk just yet; he reached further, hooking both arms around those thick, feathered thighs and holding him closer, leaning forward and angling his cock better against him. It went in deeper and faster, sliding down the tight opening and reaching the avian's prostate instantly every thrust. Their moans mixed and filled the room, Mike's growing louder, higher, while Noise's turned into groans and grunts through clenched teeth. The angle meant they were right in front of each other, chests bumping with every gasp, brushing and grinding slightly, their eyes locked into each other's face. The closer he was, the harder it was for Mike to try and not think about how handsome this man was. He couldn't think of anything else, as he sank into the pleasure, other than what a gorgeous face he had in front of him.

It was practically out of instinct... The hawk's arms, the hands that had been so busy pulling at the sheets in desperation, went around the jackal's neck and pulled him down. There was no fight from Noise as he leaned down, until his lips met with Mike's beak in another passionate kiss. This one rougher, far more aggressive, each one trying to gain advantage over the other. Their tongues coiling around, lapping and pulling, their moans rumbling from the depth of their chests and making the other feel hotter... While Mike's hands roamed that vast, exquisitely defined back, Noise went for his pecs, squeezing them, pulling them up, kneading them so roughly, the bird's voice grew even louder in the kiss.

One final thrust, along with Mike pulling the jackal at the same time, and Noise's second load came out right away. One powerful hump, that was all it took... and bursts of seed pushed out of him, making both men moan and tremble in each other's lips. Their bodies sensitive, shivering, they held the other even tighter as the scientist filled his sudden lover with seed, pushing deeper against him, pinning Mike's head against the pillow. The bird's body tensed up, feeling all that hot cum inside him, traveling through his body at incredible speeds, his hole filling up in an instant and already dripping down the sides. Noise had always been a big producer, but this was a lot more than he remembered him ever doing. Did prison somehow make him cum even more? He didn't know, nor was he in any position to complain.

The next second, Mike's own hips pushed forward, his cock slightly squeezed between both of their abs, sliding between their bodies. The jackal's soft fur rubbing the underside, playing with his frenulum, while his own feathers tickled the head, proved too much for the bird to contain himself. It only took a few more thrusts for his own cock to jump between them, the pulses echoing through his whole body, reverberating across every single cell in him. He pulled Noise even deeper into their kiss, tongues practically melded together as his back arched and a massive load exploded out of his member, soaking both of their abs and chests in thick, hot cum. Of course, the jackal felt it too, and he dug deeper into the kiss as well, hips moving on their own, humping a few more times to get more of his load inside the bird. Just as Mike's ass dripped with leftover seed, his own soon fell off the sides of his body, pooling underneath him, soaking the sheets and his back.

After a few more seconds, they both realized they were locked in that position. Noise's dick kept pulsing, shooting load after load inside Mike's ass even as his orgasm started dying out. The bird didn't remember coiling his legs around the jackal's waist, but that's exactly the position they were in and he didn't want to pull them away just yet. It felt nice to be locked up to Noise like this... Their lips were still pressed together too, even if their kiss had grown less aggressive. What started as violent, furious sucking, now turned into a tender session, the scientist's hands now cupping one of his cheeks and holding him in place. Mike's eyes opened slightly and he stared at Noise's face, his own eyes still closed and his expression so elegant and serene, he didn't want it to ever change. He was willing to stay in this position forever if it meant the jackal could stay like this.

Of course, their bodies eventually gave in, the hero's legs falling to the side with a loud thud and a slight jump. That was all it took to get Noise's attention, his eyes finally opening and their kiss slowly breaking. Mike wanted to lean forward and keep it up, but he simply had no energy to do so. They were both left panting instead, their loads stopping, their members slowly growing limp. But no matter what, they simply couldn't look away from each other during those first few seconds. Maybe he would get another kiss... He held on to that thought, more hopeful than he thought he should be.

But Noise just sighed, cracking a tired smile that carried none of the usual smugness. It was a genuine smile, genuine happiness in his eyes... Mike only saw it for a second before the jackal pulled out of him slowly, his member sliding out of the bird. His eyes closed at the sudden empty feeling, holding back a moan, until he felt the creak next to him. When he looked over, Noise lied down next to him, staring at the ceiling. He wanted to say something to the scientist, try and make this nowhere near as awkward as he thought it would get... but wordlessly, Noise reached and put an arm around the bird's shoulders, gently pulling him until his head rested atop the fuzzy chest.

"Holy shit, that was amazing, feathers. Best sex I've had in years," he was actually trying to keep his voice arrogant, but Mike could tell he was far too content. The sound of his heartbeat made the bird relax, and for a moment he thought he might fall asleep right there, along the warmth of his muscular chest. The plump pecs, the silky fur... It was exquisite, really.

"You've been calling me that a lot lately," was the first thing that came out of him. Noise didn't say anything, but his hand landed on Mike's shoulder, thumb rubbing him to coax him into continuing. "Feathers. Not featherbrain, just-

"Feathers..." he said it with a sigh, as if only now he realized he was using the word. In the throes of passion, we all did weird things, right? But the next thing that came out of the jackal was a chuckle. "I guess I did. I like it, though. You're too old to keep being featherbrain, right? Besides, you let me crash in your place, you deserve a bit of respect."

"So you'll let me top you?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," and he pulled Mike into a headlock, ruffling his feathers again. Mike couldn't help laughing while he reached for his arm, trying with all his strength to break free from his hold. But the jackal surprised him once again with his impressive strength, showing how the muscles he made in prison weren't just for show. It ended soon enough, however, and they went back to the same positions. "Seriously, man. Thanks for letting me stay tonight. I'll look for a new place tomorrow and get off-

"You can stay," he said it without thinking, and he didn't need to look up to know what kind of face the jackal was making. He wasn't sure why he said that, nor whether or not he meant it, but the words were already out and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing he wanted to do about it... "I'm not just gonna kick you out on the streets like that. You can stay here at least until you get a job. And maybe after that, if you start paying your half of the rent... And if you're not a pain to live with! And if you don't start doing crimes again."

"Jeez, so many conditions. I'm better off going back to the streets," and of course, the bird hit him on the side for that. It actually pushed the air out of his lungs, but the jackal still laughed at his reaction. Yet again another honest sound. "Thanks, feathers. I... I appreciate that. It's been a while since someone did something nice for me."

"I wonder why, mister hypnotist," he chuckled again, but there was no sound from above. Mike's curiosity finally won him over and he looked up, not sure what he expected to see. He was surprised to see the jackal frowning, staring intently at the ceiling, deep in thought. Yet again, that focused expression that made him look so attractive... but there was something else behind it this time. Something that made Mike worry. "Noise, what's wrong?"

"What? Oh..." the jackal looked out of it for a second, yet another expression he had never seen in his face. He was seeing a lot of those for the first time tonight alone. Mike wondered what else he would see out of the jackal. "I... Look, I just got some stuff going on that I'm not ready to share. Ok?"

"Yeah... No problem, man," he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious, but the more he looked at Noise, the more he realized it wasn't his place to ask. Yet another surprise came when the jackal pulled him closer, kissing his forehead. A deep blush formed on the bird's face at that, and he wasn't sure how to react. Should he look up and kiss him back? What the hell?

Noise's breathing started easing out and he wondered if he had fallen asleep. That would make for a perfect excuse not to push the issue. Maybe he was still awake, though... But part of Mike didn't want to find out. He wanted to enjoy the moment, to sink into the jackal's warmth and let his mind wander off into sleep. His heartbeat the softness of his fur... Yes, it made for the best pillow he's ever had. It didn't take long for the bird to cuddle up to him, Noise's grip tightening around him and making him chuckle one last time before falling asleep.